"Dad!!"
Vickie choked back a sob, shocked at what she saw. Her feet were carpeted with curly blonde hair, hair that was slowly but steadily getting longer and thicker. Pulling the jeans up, she saw that her skin was still visible just below her calves, but there too, the hair was growing before her eyes. The itching had not abated in the least.
Dave, dumbfounded, put an arm around his daughter, and could have sworn that he felt the girl's heart pounding as she sucked air into her lungs.
"Do...do you need some time alone, sweetheart?"
"NO!! No, Daddy don't leave me!" Vickie took a deep breath, smiled weakly. "I haven't grown up that much yet." Vickie was by all accounts a late bloomer, though well within the standard deviation. She swallowed hard, then unzipped her jeans. Vickie had an idea of what to expect, but she still moaned from fear when she saw that thick stubble was forming and quite a few hairs had taken off, her legs above her calves looked like those of a teenaged boy.
But it was obviously not going to stop there.
Prior to the spelunking trip, a few hairs had finally made their appearance in her nether regions. She shrugged apologetically at her father and turned away, pulling down her panties. There was no more developed hair there, but the furious itching and thick blonde down, a dense fuzz indicated that it was only a matter of time.
"OK, Dad, I'm decent...oh God, what's happening!?"
Dave struggled to find an answer without stating the obvious. She had fallen through some kind of portal - but came right out the other end. Obviously the portal, or whatever it was, had done something to her, something beyond the understanding of medical science and did it so that there was no evident passage of time for either of them.
He stroked Vickie's sandy hair. "I don't know honey. But I can tell you that is isn't natural. People can grow hair like this...but not this quickly."
"No, I didn't think so," she said, her voice shaking. "And if the itching is any indication, it's not even close to stopping." Vickie gently pulled at one of the hairs coating her ankle. It was tightly curled, but fully extended it was at least four inches long...and getting longer. She didn't know what the pounding in her head meant. David had an idea, but the idea was so outlandish - and so frightening, that he thought it best to keep his mouth shut.
Vicki suddenly turned and clutched tightly onto her father. He felt the dampness of tears rolling down her face.
"Daddy, I'm scared."