Brit crossed her leg, intending to pull up the leg of her jeans to give herself a better scratch, and gasped at the sight of hair on her ankle. She had never been hirsute and was shocked to see so much hair where none had been before. As she yanked up her jeans, she became even more agitated. I know I shaved this morning, she thought. What the fuck? Switching legs, she looked over the other and started to panic once more. "What the hell is happening to me?" she cried out softly.