The bearded lady

I went down an escalator into the department store. 5 meters infront is a beautiful Indian girl with her back to me. I cannot see her face, but she has a great mesmorphic shape. She steps of the escalator and walks strait up to a structural column clad with mirrors and I see she is observing her face in the mirror. I think she is checking out her make up or something, but as I decend and as she turns left to walk into the shopping space, I see her profile and she is indeed beautiful, her face is very nice. All her features are correct and proportioned her cocoa butter skin tone delightful. But one problem is vexing her and now me. Her stress levels are up and registering on her expression. For she is out in public, and all her beauty is negated by a fabulous beard growth that has spurted upon her lovely face. Im struck by the male beard pattern that is so obvious and accomplished. and Im impressed by the uniform coverage of the admittedly fairly low density hairs - whiskers, that are black against her medium brown skin. From the sideburn cascading down her jaw and flowing laminar over her lowe cheek and terminating at her chin I take in the sight of this straight black whisker configuration, each whisker about 6 or 7 milimeters long. I reflect that unlike the patchy coverage and low density that I suffer from in relation to my own beard capability, this young lass has a full uniform carpet - a fairly serious beard situation going on and one I would be proud of if it were on me, but of course in the girl's situation she has suffered a misfortune that will haunt her to her last breath.