Next Morning - Pamela

Pamela woke up to the sharp sounds of her alarm blaring through her room.

Her eyes immediately started fighting the night’s drowsiness while her hand instinctively shot to her phone, frantically looking for that blissful snooze button. When the sound cleared, her head fell back deeper into the pillow, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Today was Monday; and unlike most of her peers, she actually liked the first day of the week. At least during this current semester. She’d gotten lucky when making her schedule – she didn't have class until the early afternoon, and as such got to enjoy her beautiful Monday mornings in bed.

Unfortunately, her alarm blaring meant that she had neatly overslept, and only had a few hours to shower, have lunch, and bus to class. Still, it was set to ring early enough so that she didn’t need to rush.

With that in mind, she closed her eyes and started planning her itinerary for the day. First, she’d need to get to campus, then zone out in class for a few hours, maybe start a few readings and assignments... Oh! And definitely go looking for volunteering opportunities. Pamela had always like helping those in need and aiding where ever she could; it was her small way of changing the world.

With that thought, she suddenly jumped straight up in her bed, remembering something important.

The World Processor!

She had spent most of yesterday night in deep conversation with Bianca about how to use it. Both believed in the machine’s power, but had yet to actually utilize it's power – a thought that filled Pamela with nervous excitement.

A familiar alarm startled her once more, signalling she should get out of bed. With a grown, she dismissed the annoying buzzing noise and left the warm confines of her sheets, ready to tackle the day.

Throughout her morning routine, Pamela racked her brain with various ideas as to how she could make proper use of the gift upstairs. She could help the poor by making those in power be more likely to distribute the wealth to the needy; she could eliminate the poor altogether, by getting rid of poverty; or maybe start smaller and make a change that would make most people more comfortable and happy on a day to day basis.

Her final idea formed following a rather selfish train of thought while she was showering.

Pamela came from the Middle East, having been originally born in a poorer country near the Mediterranean. This resulted in her having a luscious olive complexion with a slim hourglass build, full perky tits (by her standard – some men would disagree, her boobs being only a C-cup), and beautifully long dark hair. It also meant that Pamela was, naturally, a hairier girl than most.

Mondays always made that fact more apparent; due to a lack of cosmetic needs during the weekend, at the start of the week, she always made a point to shave her legs, her armpits, and her pussy. She also bleached an intrusive and very faint mustache (one of her few insecurities), and plucked any unnecessary hairs when she found them. She also longed to do something to her darker than normal arm hairs.

It was the only blemish on a perfect Monday morning. It was also where her selfish world changing idea formed.

How much better would life be if she didn’t need to shave?

It wasn't the first time she had thought this; in fact, she had had many conversations with her girlfriends in the past regarding the usefulness of shaving. Some of them felt like it was bullshit that they were required to do so, while others liked the feeling of having smooth skin and shaved happily.

Pamela was always on the fence about it. She hated to shave, finding it to be a waste of time, but it was also hard for her to feel sexy when she ran a risk of being hairier than most men she met. Being considered ‘exotic’ by most men did have its setbacks.

But now she had the chance to do something about it.

It was for that reason she made the side trip up into the attic before heading to class. Within minutes, she found herself in front of the World Processor, having given it her user name following the prompt and selected yes to remembering any changes made, and started at the screen. The notion of power that coursed through her finger tips felt incredible.

She had two ways she could approach this: for one, she could simply remove all hair on a woman’s body that grew below the nose. On the other hand, since shaving was mostly a societal thing, women being considered more attractive when they shaved, she could simply make the opposite true – have it so that men found fully haired women more attractive, eliminating the need to shave altogether. Plus, that way, girls who still wanted to shave could continue to do so, but it would be of their own volition.

She paused for a minute, trying to come up with pros and cons for both options. She was weighing the various consequences when, in her pocket, her phone buzzed. She was starting to run late.

Throwing caution to the wind, she made her decision, and typed.