Circe walked over to one of the shelves and returned with a small brush. "Just brush over the skin where you want your hair to grow. Each brush stroke will thicken it."
"Will it really work?" Meadow asked.
Circe smiled again. "You have my money-back guarantee. That'll be sixteen dollars of your modern money."
Meadow eagerly paid. "Thank you, Circe!" She scooped up the brush and made a beeline for home.
When she arrived at her apartment, Meadow darted into the bathroom and stripped naked. She took the brush out of her bag and held it to her sparse, downy pubes. "Here goes nothing, girl," Meadow whispered to herself. She stroked the brush's soft bristles over her mound, and she felt a pleasant tickling sensation in her skin. When she looked, her bush was definitely thicker. So the brush really was magic! This was the best day of Meadow Larkin's life!
Meadow brushed over her pussy bush a few more times. Soon she had the thick, wild jungle of dark, wiry curls she'd always wanted. She brushed down the insides of her thighs, adding a nice carpet of fuzz to frame her bush. She then brushed up from her mound to just above her bellybutton, painting a tapering treasure trail on her abdomen.
Meadow excitedly raised her right arm and plunged the magic brush into the pathetic joke that passed itself off as pit hair. With each stroke, Meadow's armpit fur grew thicker and longer, transforming from glorified peach fuzz into a glorious tangle exploding from Meadow's pit. She lowered her arm and was pleased to see that her arm could no longer contain her pit curls. She raised her left arm and crowned her other pit with an identical thatch.
Meadow sat down and got to work on her legs. After a stroke or two, she was pleased to see she finally had REAL leg hair! She brushed in a nice carpet of leg hair from her ankles to six or seven inches above her knees. After giving the tops of her feet a quick brush, Meadow moved on to her shamefully bare arms. She smiled blissfully as she watched her new hairs curl out of her forearms. As a finishing touch, Meadow carefully brushed on a coat of down around her nipples and just above her butt.
Meadow gleefully admired her new, hairy reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was a dream come true! Her bush, her pits, her legs! It was all that she had always longed for. She gazed at her beloved brush and contemplated the further possibilities. Perhaps her face could use a dusting of peach fuzz. Or even a beard? Come to think of it, why shouldn't the hair on her arms and legs be as thick as her pubes? She could have fur like an honest-to-God animal! And then there were her friends; they deserved a carpet as thick and luxurious as hers. This was going to be fun!