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I want to carry on with our journey. I looked at the blue-haired Zale and he was packing our things. So am I being discharged? He looked at me and smiled. I stood up and my long hair was swayed by the strong wind. I saw the red strands and just looked at them. My hair color changed after I saw my mother who has Bright red hair with highlights of black. I turned to the mirror and saw my red hair that was highlighted with white.

Mindy said. After a good ten-minutes, Mindy let them talk her into a layered cut, leaving her hair long with an effect of cascading curls in the back. The hair stylist also parted her hair on the side, leaving luscious strands hanging down on the side – but it was still blonde.

I walked up to the glass counter and looked directly at my reflection. The woman staring back at me looked pale and frail, her long dark hair tangled and wet from the night storm. Her dark eyes held the deep, permanent scars of terrible trauma, but beneath the exhaustion, there was something completely new—a hard, unyielding core of solid iron. The fragile girl who had pleaded for affection was gone. I reached into the vanity drawer, pulled out a sharp pair of professional styling shears, and gripped my long, damp hair tightly in one hand. Without a single second of hesitation, I cut the long locks away, watching the dark strands fall onto the white marble floorboards around my bare feet. I

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

When I set my eyes on the figure that gazed at her new self in the mirror,I froze. Her hair color was gone. The familiar chestnut waves were replaced by sleek, straight blonde locks that tumbled past her shoulders. Bangs framed her face perfectly, softening the sharpness of her features while emphasizing the intensity in her eyes. The transformation was jarring and stunning! It was a complete reinvention, yet undeniably her.

I'm mortified. "I'll love every minute of protecting you from yourself," Blaze said as he chuckled and spanked my butt cheek. I hurried off to the bathroom as fast as possible and did my business. However, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was anything but beautiful. The scar that goes from my hairline to my temple stared back at me mockingly, and my hair; I fell asleep with wet hair; it's a mass of curled-up tangles. I grabbed a brush and started pushing it through my hair quickly. Oh my goodness, mortified isn't the word. I couldn't go back out there like this. I was halfway through when Blaze knocked on the door.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

No. Her platinum hair lay in piles on the floor in front of her. She ran her hand over her scalp. Felt smooth skin and tufts of errant blonde. Felt her palm sticky, wet, cold. Brought it to her face. Blinked. Fought to see clearly, her eyes wet, her vision hazy and blurred.

“Her hair's an absolute mess. I'm sure there are people out there that have better looking pubic hair. This is going to take a lot of work.” That was uncalled for. “And that's why I brought her to your salon. You're the best in the business. If anyone can fix this, it's you.” Gwen said. James sighed and then studied me. “Well, she does have good bone structure. I think we can do blended ends that start at her shoulder at the back. And then face framing layers at the front.” Gwen blinked. “I don't understand a word you just said.” He wants to give me a butterfly cut. It's a layered look that has this wing-like shape that frames the face.” I explained. Then I turned to James. “Can I also have