"Isn't it groovy?" Meadow grinned. Why don't you come on in, Krys? You can play with my new fuzz, maybe even brush on some fur of your own if you're up for it.
"Sorry," Krystal sighed, running her hand through her neon green tresses. "I came to invite you to tonight's Roar concert, and I have some damn last-minute rehearsals to get to. The girls'll give me shit if I'm late." Roar was the anarcho-lesbian punk rock band Krys sang in. They had a werebeast theme and performed in animal masks. Meadow noticed Krystal had her wolf mask in one hand.
"Okay," Meadow conceded reluctantly. "Maybe some other time, huh?"
Krystal grinned. "You got it, Nature Bitch! See ya at the concert! Don't forget to bring the weed!" With that, Krystal Brock whooshed off to make her rehearsal in time.
Meadow decided to freshen up. She headed for the bathroom, filled the tub, applied the aromatic herbs, dropped her towel, and climbed into the warm water. It felt so nice on her shaggy new pelt! Meadow sighed blissfully and closed her vibrant blue eyes. It was good to unwind after all the excitement.
As Meadow soaked, she began to feel strange. After a few minutes of trying to put her finger on it, she suddenly realized that she couldn't feel her hairs anymore! She snapped her eyes open and was greeted by a horrific sight: clumps of dark brown hair floating limply in the bathwater. HER hair! Her lovely new ladyfur!
Her stomach sinking, Meadow leaped out of the tub and inspected herself. It was true; her gorgeous, lush crop of body hair was gone, replaced by the useless, downy whisps she'd had all her life. Meadow ran her hand over her nearly bald pussy and tried not to cry. She wasn't Meadow the Magnificent Sasquatch anymore. She was just plain old Meadow Larkin. What in the name of Gaia's life-giving womb had happened?!