You hurry off to the gyms for the first class. No-one, including the coaches, seem to be in the least bit surprised to see you there and no-one mentions the fact that
you were not in school yesterday. You're in the locker room with the rest of the class getting out of your school clothes and into gym strip. As it's summer, you're
all required to go topless and wear shorts and trainers only.
As you peel off your clothes, you're surprised to see that there's a bit more hair on your body that you remembered. Not all that thick, but an almost complete
coverage of short black hairs on your arms, chest, back and legs. You sit down on a bench and pause to look at the hair on your aims a bit more closely. As well
as appearing quickly, the hair is a funny shape - each hair is about 8mm long and bent over to form a hook at the end farthest from the skin. You run your left hand
over your right arm and feel that the hairs are kinda sharp, like the bristles of a hair brush.
"What y'doin' to yourself?"
You look up and see that Micky is looking down at you. He's already ready to go down to the gym. You remove your hand from your arm and stand up to face
him. Of course, since he's six inches taller than you, you only come up to his shoulders.
"So you're starting to grow a bit a fur of your own", he chuckles. "I'd better keep Rachael away from you!"
"So how did you get hold of this one?" you ask him. "She's in the year above us."
"Oh, I have my ways", he replies. "Tell you what, come down to the beach after school, and you can talk to her if you like."
"That's generous of you mate", you reply, "I'll see you then."