The rays of the sun shone brightly through the window, across the floor, over the scattered T shirt and panties, up the bed and finally onto Charlotte's sleeping face. She stirred, stretched and exhaled loudly. She felt great! That just had to be the best night's sleep of her life. She felt rested, invigorated and bursting to get on with what was going to be a glorious day. In one fluid movement she flung back the bed clothes, swung her legs over the side and stopped, transfixed.
It was not just the fact that she was naked (although she never usually slept so) that held her rigid, it was the sight of her equally naked pussy. Or rather her totally bald pussy. It was as smooth as that of a baby. More so, even, there was not a sign that there had ever been hair there. No fuzz, no stray hairs, no bumps or razor grazes. It was the most completely hairless cunt that she had ever seen, completely different from the neatly shaved bush that she had sported last night.
Wondering, she made her way to the mirror and gasped again. The rest of her was just the same! Apart from her head and her eyebrows there was no sign that her body had ever in her life grown the smallest, the shortest hair. She turned back to the bed and threw off the sheets. There was no sign of any hair. Whatever had happened it did not seem to have happened there.
She thought back. Nothing strange had occurred in the evening. She had gone to bed at round about her usual time and slept a deep, dreamless and most satisfying sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Had she been sleepwalking? Her door was locked, her razor and all her cosmetics were where they should be on the bathroom shelves, there was no sign anywhere in her room that the most extreme depilatory job had been performed. So what on earth had occurred...?
Mystified, she made her way to the bathroom, ran the shower and stepped in. The hot water cascading off her defenceless, hairless body felt so invigorating, no, so sexy. Her nipples sprang to attention as she rubbed the soap over them, standing as firm and as hard as bullets but...ohh...so so sensitive. Almost without being aware, her hand slid down to her slit and she screamed in delight as her finger entered. The soap dropped.
It was as though it was the first time. Her world was centred exclusively on her clit. She had absolutely no control as she as she furiously started frigging in complete and utter abandonment, building building until after only a few seconds she screamed at the top of her lungs and she came in as spasm of absolute and all encompassing joy. She lay shattered panting on the floor as the shower splashed all over her naked skin.
Some time later, she staggered out and mindlessly towelled herself dry. So overwhelming had her orgasm been that she still was in a daze and it was as though she was on auto pilot. Ignoring her bra and panties, she gasped again in pleasure as her sweatshirt brushed her delicate nipples. They were still rock hard, it seemed that they were permanently so, But she hardly seemed aware of that as she pulled on a short skirt, picked up her bag and left her room.
Her mind slowly returned as she made her way across the campus and with it, memory. That had to be the most intense experience of her life, her pussy tingled at the very thought of what had occurred, distracting her from trying to comprehend the changes to her body. She sat at her desk, oblivious to the lectures and all around her, playing and replaying the events of the morning and eventually found herself at lunchtime sitting in front of an untouched tray in the canteen.
