Becky didn't settle down. Her eyes fluttered open, and her hand flew straight to her newly hairy pussy. "Uggh..." she groaned. "Sweet Jesus, that itches!" Becky's eyes suddenly bugged out as she felt the pile of coarse, wiry hair beneath her tanned fingers. "Huh?! Dude, what the hell?! I just waxed down there!" She felt under her arm. "The fuck?! My pits, too?! And look at you! You're even hairier than I am! What fucking gives?!"
Meadow began to sweat. Becky didn't seem to appreciate her new plumage. "You don't like my surprise?"
Becky's eyes bulged from their sockets. "YOU did this, Mead?!"
Meadow tried her best to simile at Becky. "Sure did, Becks."
Becky crossed her arms. "Care to explain?"
Meadow simply answered by lightly brushing her upper lip. Before long, a gentle dusting of short dark hairs had grown in. "Magick brush," the hippie giggled.
"Holy crap!" gasped Becky. "But... but why do this, Mead?" She gestured down at her furry pubes and then over to Meadow's own shaggy body.
"You know how much I've been wanting this for, like, forever," answered Meadow. "If I were to find a shop selling magickal brushes, which I did, why WOULDN'T I do this?!"
"Yeah," Becky nodded. "I get that. I meant why do it to ME?"
"I know you didn't really wanna wax your pussy bald, babe," Meadow responded. "I figured I'd surprise you by growing it back... and maybe give you a few extra goodies to play with." She pointed at Becky's hairy pits and nipples.
Becky was not amused. "Considering it was your body you were screwing around with, you could've ASKED me first, Mead. Didn't doing this to me in my sleep strike you as... well... creepy?"
Meadow cringed sheepishly. "I never thought about it that way. Sorry, Becks. But... now that you've seen how cute you look hairy... think you might wanna keep it?"
Becky rolled her eyes. "Look, babe, I like you hairy and I really freaking wish I could keep the bush, but hairy armpits and titties just aren't for me, Mead."
Meadow plopped onto the bed and crawled onto Becky's lap, smiling winningly. "Awww, c'mon! Look how CUTE your booby hairs are!" She twirled some of the curly blonde nipple hairs around her finger. "See? They're fun!"
Becky swatted Meadow's hand away. "Meadow! I said no!" She flinched at the sight of her sweet girlfriend starting to tear up. "Look, try to understand my point of view, Mead. You work in a Starbucks, so you can get as furry as you like. You can't fire a barista for having hairy arms. But me? I'm a bikini model. It sucks, but I have to try to conform to society's beauty standards. I gotta keep myself shaved or waxed if I wanna pay my share of the bills."
Meadow just frowned and stared at her precious brush.
Becky sighed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta shave. Ms. Morgan wasn't completely satisfied with the shoot last night, and I might get called in for reshoots."
Meadow was aghast. The idea that Becky was just going to shave off her beautiful new crop of body hair like it was garbage made the hippie girl sick to her stomach, especially since it was Meadow who gave this gift to Becky in the first place. "No, Becky!" she pleaded. "PLEASE don't shave it! Th-think it over! We could have so much fun with your hair!"
Becky looked Meadow in her pleading blue eyes. Why did her girlfriend have to be so difficult sometimes?