Vanessa led Joan into the bathroom and the two of them stared in shock.
"Where's the razor?" Joan asked, her voice shaking as the words formed.
Vanessa handed her razor to Joan, and also pulled out two bottles of shaving cream from her family's supply of the stuff. Joan immediatley got to work on her face. She'd never shaved a face before, but she knew how it was supposed to be done. It took a good long time before she got it as close as she could, and even that wasn't good enough.
"I can't keep this up," she moaned, staring at her reflection.
"We'll worry about your face later," Vanessa consoled, strangely unrepulsed by her friend's hairyness. "Take off your shirt."
Joan removed her shirt and immediately started on her front while Vanessa produced another razor and went to work on her back. It was over an hour before Joan's torso was relatively hairless, and Vanessa left when Joan insisted on shaving her legs and feet.
When all was said and done, Joan didn't look too bad from a distance; but up close, it was very clear that she was a hirsuit woman.
"Do you want to eat anything?" Vanessa asked, trying to keep the situation as normal as possible.
"No," Joan replied, the liveliness of her voice having disappeared and been replaced with a depressing monotone sound.
"Then, we'll just go to bed. You can either have my parents' room or we can share a room."
Not wanting to shed all over Vanessa's parents' bed, Joan opted to sleep with Vanessa.