Dean and Jenny watched for any signs of change. Dean noticed it first. A small shoot of hair came straight out of Jenny's left armpit. At first, he thought he was hallucinating, but then another came out, and another. They were longer and thicker than before. Soon, a noticeable patch of hair was grown, and even then became thicker with more shoots.
Jenny saw Dean's fascination, then guided herself to follow Dean's eyes. There she became appaled at the bush of armpit hair forming before her.
It wasn't limited to just her armpits, though. Soon, the hair began to push up from her crotch in swarms, covering it in short, thick, straight lines. The hair creeped upwards, creating a lead from her belly button down to her wild grass below. Dean was marveled at the resulting beauty. Jenny, in shock, folded her arms trying to cover her pits, but still a few hairs escaped, giving a taste of the forbidden beauty. She hadn't realized her crotch was already covered with the lovely groomed hair below, instead focusing her attention up to a certain someone.
"Is this some sort of sick joke?!" she shouted at Dean. "You know how much I HATE being hairy, and you go out and get me some hair growth cream?"
Dean snapped to. "I didn't know at all!" he began to defend himself, but he could see he was getting nowhere with such a lousy excuse. He pulled out the bottle to read it. All he could gather was that the bottle held a hair cream, but what it did, exactly, was left vauge. He brought this to her attention. "I could have sworn it was used to remove hair, not add it!" he spat out.
Jenny, still perturbed and repulsed by the cream's effects, was reluctant to take the bottle, for fear of recieving some foreign disease that would add more hair to her. She skimmed over the bottle, and found Dean's conjecture stable. She breathed in and out to calm herself. "Fine," she conceded, "I can see you didn't mean this, and at least the growth has stopped for now, but now I'm a hairy mess."
"I don't think you're a mess." Dean replied meekly.
"What?"
"I've been silent on this for too long. Maybe it's fate that did this, for you see... I've always wanted you to... be... hairier."
Jenny was breathless. He wanted me to be hairier? How could he want something like that.
Dean began to explain...