Dimensional Blonding Novels & Stories

A soft yellow, a floral blue and I finally plucked a white cotton piece off the hanger, pressing it against my towelled body as I walked over to the full length mirror. Tilting my head from side to side, I admired my pick as I ran my fingers through my straight hair. It’s added a little length. What’s this newfound gorgeousness? I’d had the urge to color it especially after Tahlia went from brunette to burgundy, but Mr. Langston’s very vocal hatred for blondes had made me want to keep mine exactly as it is. I played with the strands. “Should I lighten it, or—” A wet choking retch came from the other room.

Although I did get my attention it got me both the wrong and right attention because when I went out with his brother as a friend I have a lot of guys ask me out because of the color of my hair. There are different shades of blond hair but he decided to bleach my hair first and then color it blond as interesting as that phase was I learned my lesson; never and never again shall I allow Salvatore Luca anywhere near my hair or have him help me pick out any outfits it will be a wrong choice and I should run for the hills.

Dime and I finally finished setting up our new home on Thursday “You know we have to go back to school right?” Dime said as she jumped on our new couch “Yeah, so why don’t we do some changes to ourselves and make them see what they were missing out on!” I squealed at Dime “Damn girl good idea let’s do it!” Dime jumped up and down with me as we rushed out of the house to get some stuff for our new looks. Dime and I rushed into the bathroom and started to dye each other's hair, Dime went first! Her old hair was a dark brown now it was a light shade of brown with golden highlights in her hair!

Diamante looked every bit the queen of icy elegance, and her smile, was the kind that felt more like a slap than a compliment. God, I hated seeing it, from her beautiful face to her perfect figure. I despised everything. "What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Diamante tilted her head slightly, her gaze flickering to my hair for the briefest second before settling back on my face, "I know blonde is your real hair color, but it makes you look dumber, just like the idea you just gave now. At least the red makes it look like you have a bit of sense left in you."

Blonde hair is his highlight and he won't be Snow Prince anymore without that. "Come and sit here," I say dragging one of my desk chairs to the center of the room. "If we dye my hair now, it won't start fading by tomorrow morning, right?" He asks me, getting up from my bed, still reading the instructions behind the bottle. "No," I shake my head, going to my cupboard. "They say it's one wash dye, but I bet it won't completely fade away until three or four washes."

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

“At first I was confused because blonde and brown start with ‘b’, but theeeennnnn…” When I realize he is taking a long time to finish his sentence, I look up at him and raise my eyebrows at the smug look on his face. “But theeeennnn?” “What are blondes also called?” He raises his voice an octave and his eyebrows to match mine. He is so damn pleased with whatever he has solved, that he can’t help himself and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to give me any hints, so I take a stab at it. “Uhhh… Towheaded?”

"I want the Targaryen type of blond. You can do that for me right?" "Of course! There is nothing that I can't do," he said confidently. I lost the count of hours I've been sitting here. All I know is, Cholo bleached my black hair and then added a blonde base color. Soaked it in my hair for a few hours. Rinsed and applied some treatment. I yawned. My back is already hurting and I feel numb. I looked up at the clock hanging against the wall. It's past 6 in the evening. I've been in here since one o'clock. Six hours have passed already.

--- I shrug my shoulders watching her widen her eyes. "Okay, just the ends."--- she pronounces at the same moment. Her mother and grandparents look at me in surprise, not believing it. "She was wanting to go even blonder to make a gradient."--- Ethan explains to me. I nod, understanding. Even though she was blonde from birth, for the dye to take better she would have to bleach more, since her hair is not a very light shade of blonde. "And how did you two meet?"--- Dona Fernanda, her mother, asks.