It was clear that my chest was covered in long brown hair!
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve always been a little hairy for my age, especially compared to my buddies Tim and Hank, but this was ridiculous. A thick carpet of hair had risen from well below the waistline of my shorts up past my bellybutton. It thinned out a bit further up my chest but then widened between my nipples. The hair didn’t stop there though. It continued up further and further and then…I realized I could feel it on my neck and on my cheeks too. Stunned, I raised my hand to my face and confirmed that my sideburns had grown all the way down around my face to give me an instant beard. And that wasn’t all. Standing up from my position against the pine tree, I looked behind me and could see that it was also covering my shoulders and the upper part of my back. Although the hair coating my chest, back, and cheeks was definitely the same dark brown as the hair on the top of my head, it was a lot longer and somehow, a lot fluffier.
“Oh my gosh, I think I’m turning into a Sasquatch!” I shouted.
Although Jessica’s eyes were much bigger than normal, showing what I thought was surprise, she let lose an easy laugh. “Oh no Mark, I doubt that. Circe doesn’t do mythological creatures. It’s not really her thing.”
I was stunned. I had no idea who this Circe person was, and didn't think much of it given my predicament. On top of it all, I was hard as a rock again, my fear having failed to drive away my embarrassing horniness.
"Well, what do you call this then?" I asked, pointing directly to the poof of brown hair between my pectorals that at that moment was growing noticeably thicker and lusher.