Airing out her Cleavage (Patreon)

In the heart of a sprawling urban office complex, Lily worked as a dedicated graphic designer. Her work was impeccable, and she was known for her innovative designs and keen eye for detail. But beyond her professional accolades, Lily harbored a secret she was terrified of revealing to her colleagues: under her carefully tailored clothes, she was covered in a lavish layer of thick, brown hair.

The hair wasn't just the typical fine body hair that many people had. Instead, it was a lush, rich carpet of deep chestnut strands, each thick and slightly wavy. The hair was velvety to touch, almost like the fur of a plush toy, and it shimmered with various undertones, from mahogany to golden hazelnut, especially when hit by light.

Growing up, Lily had faced a barrage of stares, whispers, and sometimes even overt bullying because of her unique appearance. Over the years, she had mastered the art of concealing her hair, opting for full-sleeved blouses, high-necked tops, and long skirts or pants, even in the peak of summer.

At work, Lily's biggest fear was that someone would accidentally discover her secret. She dreaded team outings or any event that required casual attire. The women’s restroom became her safe haven. Every few hours, she would slip into a stall, locking the door behind her. There, she'd carefully inspect herself, ensuring that no strand had escaped its confines. She would run her fingers through the hair, feeling its silky texture, and sometimes, when she was sure no one else was in the restroom, she would even let out a bit from under her sleeves, admiring its beauty and luster.

But every time she stepped out of the restroom, she'd ensure she was perfectly put together, with no hint of her secret in sight. The restroom mirror was both her confidante and her critic, reflecting back an image of a girl divided between her authentic self and the image she presented to the world.