Blair Belville woke up and tried to smooth her tangled bedhead. The 16-year-old's unruly, shoulder-length red hair was always a bitch to deal with in the morning. She crawled out of bed and got dressed. Unable to find a comb or brush, she headed for the dining room for breakfast.
She hoped her mom was still sleeping. Mrs. Belville was always surly after heavy drama, and BOOOOOY was there ever drama last night! More fallout from Sierragate, of course. Mrs. Belville had been feuding with Blair's older sister for a little over a week, ever since Sierra's ex-girlfriend called her and told her about all the un-Belvillelike things Sierra had been up to in college. Super low move, Blair thought. To be honest, the things Alejandra told Mrs. Belville about Sierra had made Blair hella jealous. She was an out lesbian instead of hiding in the closet, she hung out with people she actually liked instead of the snobby bitches their mother approved of, and she actually grew out her body hair instead of idly fantasizing about it. Blair would have traded anything to do even one of those, but she'd never had the courage.
Of course, Sierra hadn't exactly gotten away with it. Mrs. Belville had bullied her into getting some stupid laser treatment, and she broke down and had it done last Monday. Blair didn't get it. Sierra was an adult now, and she could legally do what she wanted with her body. Not that the Belvilles weren't experts at bending the law to suit them.
Things blew up again last evening when Mrs. Belville caught Sierra gearing up for a threesome with two of her "unacceptable" friends and gave her an earful. She came home screaming about how a naked lesbian had tried to bludgeon her with a hairbrush. Blair shook her head. Her mom could be so weird sometimes.
Blair tried to forget about yesterday's chaos as she sauntered into the stately dining room, still tugging in vain at her knotted hair with her fingers. Then she saw something strange out of the corner of her eye: a violet brush she'd never seen before. She wondered with this was the "deadly weapon" her mom had been yammering about. Whatever. A brush was a brush. She grabbed it and pulled it through her tangled mop. As she struggled with the stubborn tresses, she felt an odd tingle in her scalp. She could swear her shoulder-length hair was growing thicker and longer, down to her waist. Creepy!
As Blair pulled down on especially tricky knot, the brush slipped and went flying. Crap! As it few to the ground, the bristles of the brush glazed Blair's foreleg. Blair gasped as she felt a ticklish thrill going down her leg. To her shock, a thin layer of light red hairs sprouted along the brush's path. She reached down and touched the new growth with her fingers. God, they were totally real! Was this freaking brush magic?!
Blair was at a loss. She'd always fantasized about growing out her body hair, but this wasn't a daydream. This was a supernatural intrusion into her life. Was she okay with this? Would the rest of the cheer squad be okay with this? What the hell was a girl to do with a magic hairbrush?