Soap or shampoo...for her back? Lisa turned to her sister, not believing she’d said that.
Andy was sympathetic but firm. “Hey…you may as well face the reality, little sister; this hair is part of you now, and you need to take care of it.”
“I don’t wa-.“ “I know you don’t want it, kid, but you’re going to get it. Lisa felt her sister’s bush grind into her back as she wrapped her arms and legs around her. “Do you feel my muff, Lisa. I was terrified when it started growing. I forget when my mind was changed, but there came a point when I loved seeing myself getting bushy down there.”
“Oh come on, Andy that’s supposed to grow there!” “Yeah, so why were you shaving it? For the benefit of the cheerleading squad? You’re very smart…so maybe it time to grow up, heh?”
“What’s your point?”
“I think it’s time to stop evading reality.” She hugged Lisa with deep sororal love, reveling in the sensation. “Do you have any idea how cuddly you feel with all these little hairs.”
“I wish a guy would tell me that.”
“One will, I just know it.” Her voice became firm: “Lisa – look at your vagina! Look at it!”
“No, Andy please,” Lisa pleaded – she dreaded seeing what her body looked like…but she took a deep breath and looked.
“Oh God!” Lisa was whimpering as realization dawned.
“That’s right, Lisa,” taunted Andy. “Look at all those cute little hairs covering your pussy. And they’re gonna keep on growing. And even if you lose the rest of the hair, you’re going to keep this,” she tugged gently between her legs,” for the rest of your life. Because…little sister…it makes…you look…adorable.
Lisa relaxed, weeping softly. It’s not that bad, she thought to herself.
Andrea took the bar of soap and began washing Lisa’s back. Jennifer, already mostly clean went to work on her friend’s legs and feet. They grimaced as they felt the thick stubble that had grown in.
“I think we are gonna need to start shampooing all over by Tuesday,” sighed Jennifer. To her disbelief and horror, she added; “We should probably start thinking about…some appropriate grooming supplies.”
Fully washed and sober, the girls drying themselves off when the door popped wide open with Carol carrying some fresh towels.
“Oh!!,” she squealed and started to apologize when she saw her youngest daughter. “Girls I’m sorry…I… OH!!!!” Tears welled up in her eyes and her knees buckled. “Oh my poor little girl, my poor little girl, my little baby!!!” Lisa rushed to her mothers’ aid, holding her. Carol’s hands trembled as she felt the strange mixture of coarse and soft hairs on Lisa’s body. Carol sobbed freely for several minutes as she sat on the floor comforted by Lisa, Andy and Jennifer. After a bit, she choked back a sob. “Oh God, I had no idea. Girls, I am so very sorry.” She sniffled and revealed an anger that frightened Lisa to the very core.
“I am going to kill her. I swear, I am going to fucking slaughter that bitch for what she did to my girls!!!”