"Excuses. You have to make them right."

"Shit."

"What?"

"I just noticed-"

"Aha!" Jacquette chirped.

She speared into Noreen's furrowy vulva. Tweaked into the flesh.

"Ow! Jacquette!"

Pulled out a woolly tuft of pussyhair from Noreen's twat. Raised her arm to Noreen's face. Twirled the bushy flocculence in the light.

"Omigawd, Jacquette. It's, like, a completely different color."

"Maybe you got some dye on it."

"From my-uh-headhair? Not likely. It's also a different texture-even from the rest of the-uh-ones on my-"

"Cunthairs are like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. The other ones-they're just peachfuzz, most likely."

Jacquette turned the crinkly pubes in her fingers. Saw light flash.

"So these are your first real womanly cunthairs, Noreen. Shiny-they're like real blonde, a little red. Be proud of them."

She kissed Noreen on the cheek. "Thanks for ripping them out."

"You'll get more."

"Like you?" Jacquette began disrobing.

"Fuckingchrist, Noreen. You've seen me."

Jacquette shot down her sweatpants. Pinched off her leotard top. Rolled her tights and panties down her legs into a heap.

Standing up to her full posture, Jacquette arched her back.

Tight tiny tits studded her chest.

Rump strutted out behind.

"You're the one who's lucky, Jacquette. You still have thin hips. And your bazooms are like little champagne glasses. You might get to stick around for a while."

Jacquette snorted. "But I don't quite have that fairy quality anymore. It's like all my experience comes out. Like I can't even fake that I'm innocent anymore. Drag getting old."

A hank of long dank barbs pitched out from between Jacquette's legs. The dense fur thatched Jacquette's snatch in straight crinkles with relatively few curlies.

"You know my porcupine pussy," Jacquette smirked. "All these pusshairs. I've got way too many for easy grooming. You can take some of mine if you like."