"If anyone can help us, it's Circe," said Meadow. "Let's head back to her shop and see if there's anything she can do."
"Good call, Mead," said Krystal. "Well, let's get our bald little asses into that shop!"
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The girls walked into the shop. Circe locked eyes with them. "Hello again, girls," the sorceress said. She studied them. "Your body hair's gone. Something went wrong, I take it?"
"Yes," Meadow said sadly, "it did." The hippie girl went on to tell the whole story about Sierra and Blair's mom, and how she sent bought enchanted hair removal cream from the shop to keep her daughters (and their new friends) smooth for eternity. "So, is there anything you can do, Circe? It was your cream, after all."
Circe tapped her forehead with her finger thoughtfully. "Hmmm... Mrs. Belville's use of my magic was certainly against the rules, and I will make sure that she pays for it, but undoing it is a bit complicated. I think it might be doable, however. Come with me."
Circe led the four girls into a back room of the shop. Blair was getting a bit nervous about being in a witch's inner sanctum. "What's she gonna do to us, Sierra?"
"Nothing that we don't willingly pay her to do to us," Sierra reassured her little sister.
"Aha!" said Circe. "Here's exactly what you need."