Yeah, that stubble was there to stay until the spell or whatever faded. Karla was not going anywhere near her face with a razor. Nooo way.

"Being a male is weird," she pronounced, though she gave Warren a small squeeze in appreciation for the compliment. "Not entirely comfortable, either."

There was still some shifting going on, as she tried to find a comfortable position to sit in. Except there were things. In the way! Constantly.