Suddenly, the entrance door swung open once again, revealing a familiar short, muscular figure clad in skater duds. Lucy Wong! The Chinese girl pointed an accusing finger at Sierra and Krystal.
"AHA!!" she crowed. "I fucking KNEW all that hair just couldn't be natural!" The skater chick waved her toned arm around the shop. "You bought it all from this place, didn't you?"
"What the hell?!" gasped a startled Sierra. "Did you fucking follow us?!"
"Clearly," Circe said dryly. "As the Fates foretold centuries before her birth."
"No fooling?" asked Lucy.
"Of course," said Circe. "There aren't many ways you can become your true self without visiting me. I know perfectly well that you aren't satisfied with your body, Lucy Wong."
Lucy laughed. "Ya got that right, Wizard Lady."
Circe chuckled. "The name's Circe. Yes, the Odyssey one. Welcome to my humble emporium of sorcery. You are welcome to visit as often as you like. Just try to change your pants next time, dear."
Lucy glanced down at her cargo pants, still dripping with her love juices. Her face turned scarlet upon noticing the memento of her public sex with Krys. She blushed even harder as her mind was flooded with a desire for Round Two, this time with opportunities to play with that lush bush she knew Krys was hiding just out of sight... to paw at the fluffy hairs... to run her fingers through them... to part them in search of the green-haired punk's awaiting pussy lips... Mmmm!
Circe turned to Sierra and shot the redhead a reproachful look with her vivid green eyes. "You know, it wasn't very becoming of you to misdirect this poor girl, Ms. Belville. I see in your heart that your motives were good, but you should have known that I offer my gifts generously to all who might seek them. All I ask in return is a small fee and a promise to hurt nobody." Circe narrowed her eyes at Sierra. "On THAT note, I hope you don't intend to go through with your childish revenge fantasies of forcing the brush's power on your pitiful mother."
"Who are YOU to tell me what to do with magic?!" Sierra suddenly snapped. "Didn't you turn all your exes into pigs or something?"
Circe's eyes blazed with the fire of the sun. "You WILL speak respectfully to me, Sierra Abigail Belville, lest you become a pig or a frog yourself! To answer your question, I am the daughter of a god and a nymph. I have a certain authority to make these moral calls that a mortal like you simply lacks. Ignore your mother; she isn't worth your time. I may have my own plans for the old cow, but we'll see. As for the person you've actually gotten around to wronging, I suggest you owe her an apology... and an explanation."
"Yeah," agreed Krystal. "Let Lucy be a fuckin' part of this." She shot the skater girl a sly, flirty grin, happily noting that Lucy appeared to return it.
"Okay," said Sierra. "As you can see, Lucy, we're in a magic shop run by Circe. Weird but true. It all began with my hippie friend, Meadow Larkin. She'd been trying to grow out her body hair for a while, but she was about as hairy back then as you are now. Well, one day she was taking a walk through town and she sees this shop. Of course the Queen of the Crystals can't resist going in a store like this, and she asked Circe about body hair. Circe told her that she had a magic hairbrush that could grow hair on any skin you brushed it over, and Mead bought it."
Lucy's chocolate-brown eyes lit up. A brush that could put hair on even the baldest of bodies? Could this be the miracle she needed to get comfortable in her own skin?
Krys took over the story for a bit. "So Mead took the brush home and gave herself one damn magnificent pelt if I do say so myself. I dropped by later that night to invite her to my band's concert (You're invited too, by the by.), and I found her looking like this gorgeous fucking cavewoman. She tells me about the brush, I tell her she's full of shit, and she proves her power by brushing on some lip hairs right in fucking front of me. We both got pretty horny, and we were getting ready to fuck when Sierra showed up."
Sierra resumed the telling. "I was looking for a comforting face. I'd been hairy for a little while, but me ex ratted me out to my hyperconservative mother. The bitch actually made me get it all lasered! You can imagine my happy surprise when I saw Meadow turn Krys's landing trip into a goddamn bush complete with thigh hair and happy trail right in front of me. We all agreed to not only regrow my body hair but make it better than ever before, hence this beauty." Sierra fluffed up her mane, a vain smile on her face.
"And then Mead's girlfriend Becky dropped in, and SHE wants to get in on the hairy act, not that I fucking blame her. We all had a bit of a hair party, and I decided I wanted green body hair to match my head. But not dyed. Actually green. Fucking natural. Figured Circe'd probably have something that could do shit like that, so Sierra and I decided to swing by and pick something on. That's when we had the pleasure of bumping into you, babe." Krys winked at her new friend.
"Awesome!" Lucy responded. "So... I'm part of this now? This secret world of magic and transformation?"
"Sure!" said Krys. "You're my kinda girl, Muscles, and I can't fuckin' think of anyone I'd rather transform with."
"Agreed," said Sierra, blushing slightly. "If Circe doesn't have a problem with you knowing, then neither do I. And I bet Meadow and Becky'll just love you!"
Lucy pumped her fist into the air, grinning at her new friends. "Super!"