"Hey, I just had a thought!" Sierra said enthusiastically.
"Yeah?" said Meadow.
"We have magic," Sierra began, "REAL magic, at our command... and we're using it to grow something as fucking mundane as human hair? Seems like a big damn waste. I say we should be doing something truly fantastical with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Something impossible!"
"Like what?" asked Becky.
Sierra smiled, the light of a mad genius blazing in her sapphire blue eyes. "Like growing feathers! I always wanted to be a bird when I was little, and I think I'd look so damn cool as a woman covered with colorful feathers. And how about you, Becky? You'd be the most gorgeous, exotic model ever if you had feathers. Whaddaya say?"
Becky's eyes bugged out. "Umm... fucking what?! Sierra, body hair is normal. Women with feathers aren't. I'd be more likely to LOSE my job than anything else. Hell, we could even be sent to a government laboratory and never see the light of day again! I can't risk something like that just for the sake of some magic fetish play. Use your fucking brain, Sierra Belville! We have to be able to reverse or explain away anything we do with Circe's products."
Sierra scoffed. "I bet Circe can think of something! She must've been a witch for, like, a billion years."
"Three thousand," Meadow cut in.
Sierra rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You get what I'm fucking saying, girl. Surely it couldn't hurt to at least look into feather growth! Work with me, Becky, I'm totally pumped for this."
Sierra and Becky both looked expectantly at Meadow.
Meadow shuffled her feet, scratching idly at her hairy pussy as she thought. "Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt to check out our options. We won't buy anything that'll get us in trouble, of course." Meadow had to admit, the plan sounded awfully intriguing to her. Having a body coated in feathers could be really fun... and really hot.
Sierra triumphantly pumped her fist in the hair. "Awesome!"