Ken stared for a minute, his mind racing. Did Mike have a younger brother? His friend had sported a good patch of 'soul' last night, with full sideburns and a noticable shadow. There were only a few wisps of hair on Mike's chin, and no sign of the sideburns or stubble. He was also shorter, but combined with the other changes, it made the college Freshman look like years younger.
"Man, you look like refugee from High School!" Ken frowned and suddenly reached up to feel his own face. He hadn't thought about it, but there had been no need for him to shave this morning. It was normally a task for every other day, and he was actually a day overdue. But his cheeks were smooth.
Mike grinned. "Look who's talking. You could walk into the Junior High and hardly get a second glance." Then he sighs. "All my facial hair fell out while I was sleeping. And my body hair, too. It's weird, but at least it makes getting shorter OK. We both look like junior jocks, instead of short guys. I just hope it stops here. I had enough trouble being carded even with a goatee. And some of my freinds didn't even recognize me this morning."