Lisa really wasn’t in the mood for anything, but they both ate some chicken soup, watching TV in relative silence. Her first period since all this had happened, and it was more uncomfortable than ever before.
The tingling Heather had been feeling had intensified, and despite everything, she was beginning to feel aroused. She wondered if her body was playing a trick on her, would satisfying her passions increase the rate of her changes.
Just before going to bed, the girls performed their nightly routine.
The divergence between the two affected girls was obvious, Jennifer was starting to resemble Anika Borel in the opening scene of “Werewolf Women,” while Lisa, quite hairy in her own right, still had a good portion of her skin visible on her arms, legs and back. Not on her front though, stiff black hairs covered her from her shoulders to her thighs.
Jennifer moaned with pleasure as Lisa pushed the comb through the thickening and curling hairs. It seemed more difficult than before, curious she examined the comb.
Within the rubber was a white downy substance, lighter that the hair she had seen before on Jen. She shook it off and tried another spot, lower on Jennifer’s back. It was still there, thicker if anything. Lisa’s breathing became very shallow; she split the hair at a spot near Jennifer’s shoulder.
Jennifer had two layers of hair, a longer one and a downy undercoat.
“You lied to me,” said Lisa softly, her voice trembling.