"I hope you're ready to kiss those two hideous birdnests under your arms goodbye, Lacy," Mrs. Cunningham gloated, a deeply unpleasant smirk on her botoxed face.
Lacy shrugged, smiling. "Worth a try, Mom."
Susan Cunningham's face flushed red. "Don't sass me, young lady! Now, come with me." She grabbed Lacy by the wrist and hauled her off to the bathroom. The Cheer Squad followed behind, eager to see Mrs. Cunningham fail like the pathetic bitch she was.
Once in the bathroom, Susan Cunningham grabbed a pair of scissors in one hand and a fistful of Lacy's long, ample armpit hair in the other. She positioned the blades over the hair and snipped... only to see the scissor blades bouncing harmlessly off of the hairs. It was as if the damn things were made of steel wool! No, not steel wool... something MUCH stronger.
Susan gaped at the undamaged hairs. "What the hell?!"
Lacy smiled smugly. "I told you there was nothing you or Dad could do about my hairy pits. I'm a natural girl now, Mom. You'll just have to freaking deal."
"There is nothing natural about this!" shouted Susan. "This is like some sort of... magic! Ugh, there's gotta be something I can use."
Susan spotted a pack of matches. Aha! She lit a match and held it to her daughter's armpit. The little flame greedily licked at the fleecy blond hairs, trying to latch on to them. But, try as it might, the fire couldn't manage to singe a single hair.
"I already tried that, bitch!" Jess jeered. "You'll have to try a lot harder than that!"
"You keep quiet!" Susan screeched. "If you were my daughter you'd be in a world of trouble right now!"
"But she ain't," said Monique. "And neither am I. Now go back to the show. This is pretty damn hot!" The dark skinned girl settled down on a cushioned toilet seat and began to masturbate.
Susan wrinkled her nose at the ebony-skinned girl's vulgar display and went back to the drawing board. She picked up a pair of tweezers, carefully pinched a single strand of armpit hair with it, and tried to pluck the horrid thing. Susan tugged and tugged, but the hair refused to be uprooted. Eventually, the tweezers just slipped off. Susan tried again with another hair, which likewise simply would not come out. She threw down the tweezers in frustration.
Desperate, Susan resorted to grabbing a wad of Lacy's pit hair and trying to inelegantly yank it out. All she succeeded in doing was hurling Lacy to the mosaic floor.
"YOWWWWCH!!!" squealed Lacy. "Careful, Mom! You can't hurt it, but my nerves can still fucking feel it!"
Susan stared resentfully and defeatedly at her daughter's furry pits as Monique loudly climaxed. What was happening?! Seemingly overnight, her perfect daughter and heiress was having lesbian orgies and growing indestructible body hair! And would it stop at hairy armpits? What was next? Hairy legs? Hairy arms? Hairy lip?... Hairy... pussy? What would the tabloids say if they caught the Cunningham daughter looking like a homeless kid or, worse, a hippie? NO! There had to be a solution!
"This isn't over, Lacy!" Susan growled. "You're staying in your room until I can find something to cure you of this sick mutation! And, so help me, I WILL cure you whether you like it or not! There has to be some kind of wax or hair loss cream that can fix this. As far as the press and your school are concerned, you're extremely ill, and can't leave the house. Hell, that's practically the truth." She turned to the other naked, hirsute girls filling up her daughter's bathroom. "And don't you think you can get some revenge by telling anybody about what you just witnessed I'm a lawyer; trust me, I know how to make your miserable lives Hell on Earth. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn house, you whores!"
"You better do what she says," said Lacy. "Don't worry about me; I can take it."
The rest of the Squad hesitantly nodded and made a rush for their clothes. Once they were dressed, they grimly filed out of the Cunningham mansion to face their own families' reactions to their newfound hairiness. Monique was suddenly almost relieved she hadn't gotten a turn. Almost.