I have a disappearing moustache.
Either it is a magical disappearing moustache that I need to catch in full bloom in the middle of the night and make it grant me three wishes, or I am the great, great, great grand-daughter of a cured werewolf and traces of the gene has found its way to me.
Once a month, a moustache appears. I solemnly shit you not. A faint trace is visible right about my lips. Not only that, a newly shaved leg will sprout new hair. Armpit hair will flourish at this time. Chest hair, y’all!!! FAINT, THIN STRANDS OF CHEST HAIR! And then the next morning, mysteriously, it’s all gone. I don’t know what happens. Do I shed in the middle of the night? Do I arise from my peaceful slumber on the 13th dark hour and go howl at the moon?
Or did a leprechaun curse me? I shall observe closely next month.