"I don't know Mead. I mean, you do look fucking amazing, and I'd love to get some more fluff myself, but I've got my job to think about. Probably aren't too many modelling opportunities out there for hairy girls".
Meadow smirked "oh, I don't know. Some people definitely like it".
"Hmm, let me think about it. It would be different if..." Without finishing the sentence Becky jumped up and ran off in the direction of the bathroom.
"If what?" Meadow yelled after her.
Meadow could hear the sound of someone rummaging through drawers before Becky returned, brandishing her razor.
"Hey! No fair", said Meadow "I've not had time to proplerly enjoy this yet".
Becky sat down next to Meadow on the sofa. "Let me just try and shave off a bit, and if it doesn't grow back by itself we can use the brush again", she poasued for effect, "and I can use it! I don't have a shoot for a few days, so I can get all furry and shave it off tomorrow".
Seeing as how she desperately wanted to see becky all covered in sexy hair, Meadow quickly agreed and held out one arm.
Becky applied the razor to the short stiff hairs growing over Meadows wrist, removing a tiny patch. "Well", she said, "at least we know the hair isn't magic and can be removed".
A tiny part of Meadow was disappointed, even though it was probably for the best. Becky held Meadows wrist up level with her eye, watching intently the very short stumps of hair she'd left behind. After a minute they still had shown no sign of growing back. Becky kissed the wrist before letting Meadow have it back.
"looks like we're good to go".