Mary examined a vial with a picture of a cute little goat on it. She didn't believe the potion would do anything at all, but her superstitious side wouldn't allow her to drink all of it. She took about a quarter of it. It tasted stale, like when too many particles build up in tap water. She put the vial back in the box and made herself a glass of milk to wash down the taste.
She had already put those ridiculous vials out of her mind, and went about her morning activities. Today was a Saturday, so she didn't have to worry about going anywhere. She got out of her PJs and was slipping on a denim skirt when she noticed that her legs were looking hairy. That didn't make much sense. The hair couldn't have grown that much since just yesterday when she last shaved them. She looked closer and saw they weren't even their usual color. The stubble had a silvery sheen to it.
This was disconcerting, but at the moment her stomach was growling and she hadn't yet made breakfast. After putting on the skirt and a tee shirt, she rummaged through the cupboards and took out a box of oatmeal. While it was warming up in the microwave, Mary absentmindedly chewed on the flaps of the cardboard box. She suddenly realized what she was doing and stopped, feeling very silly.
She was halfway through her oatmeal when she felt an uncomfortable itching on her arms. She scratched them, and she felt that her arms were unusually hairy. She gulped the oatmeal that was already in her mouth down hard as she realized that the hair on her arms had turned silvery gray just like the hair on her legs. She looked back at her legs and saw that they were nearly covered in hair.
Mary jumped out of her chair at once. She ran into her bedroom and shut the door. She didn't know why, as she was the only one in her house, but her room just seemed more private for whatever it was that was happening to her. She sat on her bed and watched, mesmerized, as more and more hair grew out. It was concentrated only between her knees and ankles on her legs, and her elbows and wrists on her arms. Slowly, long shiny gray hairs flowed from newly formed follicles, completely covering the skin underneath. The hair was thick and looked like Mary had donned fashionable leg and arm warmers.
Something brushed her shoulders and she turned to the mirror in the corner. Her own hair had lost its pigmentation and was a smooth silver to match the new locks growing from her limbs. It was also a bit wavier than before, and much longer.
She ran her hands through the long locks of silky hair, and remembered at last the vial she had taken. Had this really changed her in some way? And was anything else going to happen?