As Meadow began gliding the brush along Becky's forearms, pushing out a gentle blanket of downy and translucent hairs, Krystal sauntered over to a mirror to get a better look at her own fuzz. She ran an appreciative hand over woolly unibrow before scratching at her hairy jaw. She licked blissfully at the tiny hairs coating her upper lip, wishing they we a little longer and thicker so people could see them from a distance. Maybe later. The punk then tugged at the exposed unruly shags of her colossal pubes. She fantasized about her next turn, when she'd finally put some hairs on those tits of hers, and then do something about her painfully bald arms and legs (inner thighs excepted). The possibilities for her dream body were endless!
Then a thought struck Krys as she stared at her dirty blonde pubes and facial hair. WHY did they have to be dirty blonde? She really should dye them neon green like her spiky head hair. Wait, why DYE them green? If you could magically grow a borderline beard, Krystal realized, you could turn your hair green for real. No more fucking around with messy, time-consuming hair dye! No more going blonde at the roots! Her body truly was her own to design.
"Hey, guys!" Krystal shouted.
"Uh-huh?" Meadow asked, pausing her work of brushing little hair tufts onto Becky's knuckles.
"I was just thinkin' 'bout my hair," said Krys. "Why the fuck do I have to DYE it green when we got goddamn magic in town? Ya think Circe's got any shit that can turn it green for real?"
"Like, probably," Meadow shrugged. "I didn't get too good a look around her shop, but it looked pretty well stocked. Sierra, could you go with Krys and help her find something there while I finish Becky?"
"Sure," Sierra smiled. "I've been dying to show off this baby anyway." She shook her luxuriant, scarlet mane proudly. "So, where is this shop, Mead?"
"Here, I'll draw you a map," said Meadow, putting aside the brush for a moment to grab a pencil and a scrap of paper. She quickly sketched out a serviceable diagram of the route from her place to Circe's Magick Shoppe before getting started on Becky's other arm.
Once they were finished getting dressed, Krys and Sierra grabbed the map and headed out the door in search of magic. "Be back in about half an hour!" Krys called back to Meadow and Becky. "I mean, assuming we don't get turned into toads or witch shit like that."
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As Krystal and Sierra walked to Circe's Magick Shoppe, they felt numerous eyes glued to them and their new hair. People especially wanted to gawk as Sierra's mane. Some people looked admiring, some looked repulsed, but most looked just pain shocked – unsure of what they had even seen, let alone what to think of it.
"Get a load, Sierra!" Krys grinned. "We're fuckin' special!"
Sierra blushed a bit. "I... I wanted to show off my mane, but I'm not too sure about the reaction I'm getting." The redhead cringed as a mother with two kids walked past, shooting the girls a dirty look and muttering something about "dykes" and "freaks."
Krystal scoffed. "You gonna care about what a fuckin' karen bitch like that thinks of you?!"
"Don't you?" Sierra asked.
Krys grinned rebelliously. "Hell yeah! I wanna fuckin' piss her off! Nothing quite like scarin' conformist cunts like her, right?"
Sierra smiled a bit. "Y-yeah. Who knows? Maybe we can change their minds with how hot we look."
Krys nodded "You go, girl!"
Suddenly a tomboyish-looking girl skateboarded up to them. The stranger was short and buff, and her features were Asian. She was dressed in a sleeveless basketball jersey, cargo pants, a backwards baseball cap, and tennis shoes. She leaped off her skateboard and kicked it into her hand before tucking it under her toned arm. The girl stared at Krystal and Sierra, an enraptured look in her eyes.
"Oh, wow!" she said.
"Umm... hi?" Sierra responded at last.
The Asian girl blushed. "Oh, sorry! I'm Lucy. Lucy Wong. I didn't mean to stare, but... damn! You both so beautiful!"
"Thanks," said Sierra, fluffing her mane a bit.
"You ain't so bad yourself Lu," said Krys. "Names Krystal Brock, but feel free to call me Krys. My friend's Sierra Belville."
"Awesome to meet you," said Lucy. "Sorry for asking personal questions, but... we you born that way? Ugh, sorry! That sounds so fucking rude! It's just... I need to know. I've always wanted to be hairier myself. Puberty didn't do my pelt a damn thing."
"Uhh... yeah," Sierra stammered. "It... it's a hormone condition. Genetic defect, you see."
"It's certainly not MY idea of a defect," said Lucy. "Can... can I hug you? You mane looks so... comfy."
Sierra smiled. "Sure."
Lucy giddily threw her arms around Sierra's furry shoulders, burying her face in the cushiony mane. She ran her fingers through the silky tresses, feverishly fantasizing about it being her own skin that all this gorgeous hair was growing from. She buried her face in the mountains of red hair, feeling it totally submerge in the scarlet tresses. The Chinese girl's hands snaked slowly down Sierra's shoulders, settling on the thick, fur-like hair of the redhead's arms. She savored the feel of the lush arm hair, tangling it around her fingers as she rubbed her cheek against Sierra's mane.
"Hey, no fuckin' love for my face fuzz?" asked a jealous Krystal.
"Don't worry, Krys," Lucy grinned as she extracted herself from Sierra's wild mane. "I haven't forgotten you. How about a kiss?"
"Fuckin' sweet!" Krys answered.
Lucy took Krystal's face in her hands, feeling the punk girl's bristly jawline beneath her fingers as she pulled her new friend towards her. As she slid her tongue into Krys's mouth, she explored the green-haired girl's upper lip with her own. The tiny, whiskery hairs that grew there prickled at the skin of Lucy's lip, a sensation she found oddly arousing. Krystal's unibrow was so bushy that it actually made contact with Lucy's thin eyebrows, tickling them. Her excitement growing, Lucy grabbed the long patches of blonde hair that bloomed from Krystal's cheeks and lasciviously tugged at them.
Deeply turned on, Krys began grinding her crotch against Lucy's through their pants before she realized what she was doing. Lucy began actively grinding herself, accepting the advances. Going by how puffy the crotch of Krys's jeans felt, Lucy guessed the punk was rocking a fucking huge bush under her pants. She wished they were in private so she could unzip those jeans and see the pubes for herself.
Before long, Lucy felt herself reaching the point of no return. Krystal's rubbing and tonguing pushed the Chinese skater girl over the edge into a truly massive orgasm. Lucy swore she even felt herself squirting. In public! Her face flushed beet red as she released Krystal Brock's hairy face.
"Uhhh... th-th-thanks," Lucy stuttered, trying in vain to cover the wet spot on the front of her cargo pants. "I... I h-have to go n-now. N-nice meeting you two." With that, the embarrassed skater hopped back on her board and rolled away, nearly hitting a bench.
"Guess I took it a bit too far," said Krys. "Shit. I liked that chick. Why'd you lie to her 'bout where we got our hair from, anyways? Seemed like a kinda shitty thing to do."
"I was worried what Circe would think if we let people who aren't paying customers in on the secret. Especially since we're about to meet her in a few minutes."
"Hey Mead told us," Krystal said. "If telling is trouble, we're already in deep shit. If we told her, she coulda got the hairy bod she said she wanted."
Sierra shrugged. "Too late now. Well, let's carry on."
Before long, Sierra and Krys found themselves before an ancient, wooden sign declaring "Circe's Magick Shoppe – Chaunge Youre Bodie for ye Better!"
"Looks like Mead's directions were good," said Krys.
Sierra nodded and gestured to the door. "Shall we?"
Krystal grinned back at her redheaded friend. "Oh hell yeah, Sierra! Time to go green for fucking real!"