Sarah McMillan was in the bathroom, against the mirror. She's combing her hair when she stopped: looking better under her nose was a dark shadow. A light moustache, indeed!
"Whath..!? I waxed yesterday, and I never had a hairy lip like that!" She yelled. But the hair growing don't stop. Just under her eyes, the moustache darkened and becomes thicker in few seconds. A full, manly stache.
"After all, that's not bad!" She thought.
Then she felt a weird thingling on her chest and legs..
