Jess forced herself to look as she plowed the razor down her frizzy treasure trail; she had to be sure this would work. The fresh blade made short work of the dark brown hairs, no matter how thick they grew. Soon Jessica Brett's lower belly was shaved baby smooth. But just before Jess could have a good cry over her loss, she felt a familiar orgasmic tingle. In seconds, every lost hair regrew to its original length.
Jess gaped. Her treasure trail had just returned in all its furry glory just after she'd finished shearing it off. As pleased as she was, this was a little disquieting. Jess wasn't sure she liked the idea of irreversible magic. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut of a clump of her pussy hair. Seconds later, it shot back to its original length.
"Girls, something's wrong!" Jess gasped, snipping off a ring of curly nipple hair only to grow it all back in an instant. "This shit keeps coming back!"
"Sweet!" chirped Mia.
"No," Jess retorted firmly. "I love this hair as much as you do, but I want it on my own goddamn terms."
"I don't give a damn 'bout that," Monique snorted. "I just want my fucking body hair."
Sita gulped. "I dunno, Mo. I think Jess has a point about magic. You should hear the stories my grandma tells about gods and demons. Looks like they're all true. Thing is, I've never heard about a demon or sorcerer or mystical artifact that was totally safe. We should take every precaution we can."
Blair raised her hand. "I guess we could go look for the magic shop where Sierra's friend bought this brush. Maybe the sorceress who runs it knows a way to get around this if we need to. Sound like a plan?"