Dimensional Blonding Novels & Stories

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

I guess some practices are quite common even across galaxies and dimensions, as I stared at something similar to Lord Prime Adi, however, its smoke was more brownish with a green light at the center, for eyes. Now I was wondering; “What did it use to knock?”. It clearly had no hands and no legs, an ever turbulent cloud, with sparks of green light which cumulate at its center. “Hmmmmm, are you aroused by clouds?” It asked “Ehhhhhhhh” I shrieked! “I am not sure if I can aid your arousal. Should I move around and shock your genital?” “Ehhhhhhh” I shouted once more. “Your reaction is confusing. I thought sexual life forms are attracted to what they stare at. I’m flattered and would love to help,

“You have to make yourself completely unrecognizable, and your auburn curls are pretty much noticeable.” Impulsively, she raised her hand towards her hair, feeling it against her palm. Seconds later, she responded after a deep inhale, “Okay.” “You'll go blonde,” he added. “That's the best colour I can think of.” “I don't like being blonde. I prefer my auburn colour.” “That makes the switch even better. It's not like you'll remain a blondie forever. It's just until you have ascertained power enough to stand against Alessandro Moretti. But before that, you'll lay low.”

I wanted to tell myself that he enjoyed watching the process of his wife being made even more beautiful, but… I knew that he was just entranced by the methodic movements of my stylist, and nothing more. “Hmm,” my stylist said softly, pinching a strand of hair between her fingers. “Your hair is quite dry still, Luna. You may need another treatment.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “It’s been bleached within an inch of its life,” I admitted. My stylist frowned. “But your hair is a natural blonde, isn’t it? Why bleach it more?” Pausing, I glanced in the mirror and met Noah’s gaze. His jaw was set hard, his face betraying no emotion where there should have been. I had, after all, traded my

It's probably just an effect of the fluorescent patio lights, but his blue eyes look brighter than usual. "Why do you dye it?" he asks. He smiles before adding, "Not that I don't love blondes." "Maybe I wanted something different," I say. "Or maybe I like the blond better. A girl's allowed to be adventurous with her hair." "Of course she is." His smile softens a little. "I was just curious."

"Except for Hobbs. And I already know what we're doing for you." "What?" "I'm thinking...blonde!" Jovie's POV "Blonde?" Reno asked. "I don't think so!" "Your hair has grown so much, and you will look so good with blonde hair, I promise." I said. "And...I think it would be kinda sexy." Reno sighed. "Really?" "Yeah, and don't go full blonde, just honey blonde with a little ombre." "I don't even know what the hell that means." "You'll see."

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

She has shaped, defined thighs, her breasts peek through the neckline of her top, appetizing, and her face, chiseled, round, marked cheekbones, cheeks a little rosy, blue eye, they shine incredibly, but her cold lips were pink and fleshy, long eyelashes, and her straight blond hair tied in a ponytail which leaves me to detail his features even better damn, she's gorgeous. Noah approached the girls, like a wolf stalking his prey, the three girls were shaking harder, but the blondy didn't, she remained impassive, but Noah did not hesitate and prostrated himself standing in front of the blondy who did not bother either, On the contrary, she raised her cheeks defiantly, The cold blue eyes hit th

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you to go back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the excesssive bleaching has begun to cause some damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you don't have to be different anymore. You have the choice to be whatever you want.”