Donna Belville tried to force the bestial thoughts from her head. What was so terrible about shaving? She'd gladly done it all her life, just like her mother had taught her to. And going to work was clearly the most important thing, not seeking out the rest of her pack (what a silly term!) or hunting in the woods like an animal (she had a chef and a personal shopper, for Pete's sake!). Once she'd successfully rerailed her mind onto a sufficiently human track, Donna sauntered into the bathroom to make herself presentable.
She lathered up her right leg with shaving cream and began to hack at her ample leg hair with her razor. It was slow going. The blade kept getting caught in the thick, inhuman-looking forest of red hair. After a while, Donna finally managed to cut her way through the dense, red growth. She frowned at her bare, smooth leg. It looked wrong to her... naked, somehow. Like she was a newborn pup whose pelt hadn't grown in yet. She shook her head to clear it. Again with those strange beast thoughts! She turned to her left leg and began shaving it just as bald as its twin, trying not to whimper with disappointment as she cut through the red thatch.
Once her legs were fully shaved, Donna needed a second razor. The old one's blade was completely choked with a tangle of red hairs sticking out in all directions. Once she had her second razor prepared she began on her hairy arms. The process was just as grueling as her legs had been, but she got it done in the end. She tried not to look at the end result, but the glimpses she unwillingly caught looked somehow less sexy... mutilated. Donna raised an arm and attacked the wild jungle of luscious red hair that grew there, almost crying as she sheared it off. Why was she acting like this? Shaving had never bothered her before! Somehow she forced herself to do the other armpit, weeping as she felt the hairs sever from their roots. Donna glanced at her large breasts. Nothing to shave off there, at least.
Donna held a third razor to her navel and yanked it downward, destroying her magnificent treasure trail as it went. Donna tried in vain to not mourn the loss, getting to work on the enormous red bush she'd sprouted all over her pussy. With each stroke of the merciless razor, more piles of coarse red hair fell from Donna's cunt until all that could be seem was a smooth, unadorned slit. It looked unspeakably plain to Donna without its crown of bushy red hair.
After a few passes over her inner thighs, Donna picked up a fourth razor. She held it to her new sideburns and chopped ferociously at them, watching as the sink filled with red hairs. She tried and failed to not be dismayed at the sight off them falling from her face. Then she used razor and scissors alike to clear the back of her neck of the dense hair that grew there. She did her best to trim and thin her newly wild red tresses. Lastly, Donna tried to sculpt her shaggy eyebrows into a form that was, if not elegant, at least presentable.
Her hair conquered, Donna sat down on the toilet and reached for her toughest nail clipper. She put one of her little claws into position and clamped down, wincing as the claw flew into the dustbin. Once her claws were cropped into unassuming, flat nails, Donna stood up and looked at her reflection. She grimaced at the bald, ugly human woman who stood before her. She was relieved she at least got to keep her little fangs.
Donna changed into her pantsuit, put on her makeup, and headed for her car. She was relieved to have a chauffeur, because her body was itching all over this morning. Her arms, her legs, her face, even her crotch: all of it itched like hell. She tried not to scratch herself like a monkey.
When she arrived at work, she was greeted by Heather Tillstrom, her personal assistant. Heather looked her boss up and down, trying her best not to grin like a schoolgirl with a crush.
"G-good morning, Mrs. Belville," she choked out. "Y-you look good today. You been working out?"
"Save it, Tillstrom!" Donna growled. "I haven't slept a wink, and I have an important meeting today. Just make some coffee or something." She sighed. Why did Heather have to smell so... appealing today?