Female Side Undercut Long Hair の小説・ストーリー

"If it were me, I'd be inconsolable in my grief." "If it were you, we'd run the risk of exposing the world to the massive holes in your skull." "They're called ears, Dahlia," Callia rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out as she polished her pinky toe. "You have them too." "And yet, I seem to be the only one using them," Dahlia looked at me, sighing. "Ignore them, just see what you can do about fixing…this." "I can do an asymmetrical bob and then sheer the rest real low for the hair at the back. Like a soldier's undercut from the Steppes."

Maddy finally decided on a strapless red bustier (which I’m fairly certain was intended to be worn underneath a shirt instead of as a shirt but she pulls it off) paired with black high waisted short shorts to show off her long legs. We all get to work on our hair. Maddy goes for big dramatic curls and parts it to the side, giving her a very old Hollywood vibe. I straighten and then fishtail braid Charlie’s around the side of her head, pulling out bits here and there and curling them at the ends. I loosely curl my hair and then Mady does some sort of intricate braid on the right side of my head so that all my hair falls down my back and to the left side, leaving my right shoulder exposed.

Bren had gone a step further and actually given her a proper hairstyle. Ava’s long hair now fell down her back in layers, making it look much fuller and giving it movement. Her shaggy bangs had been cut into curtains that framed each side of her face, and still adequately covered her scar. Bren had curled her hair into chunky ringlets and pulled half of it up into a perky ponytail, while the rest flowed freely in russet waves.

I told her to go in for the kill and transform me in any way she pleases. “I think maybe a sleek bob, or a pixie cut, would add some maturity to your face. This long hair does nothing but baby you.” The woman gestures behind me and I shrug with indecision. Watching as she pulls it up to simulate a bob and I can see what she means. With the hair lifted and jaw length, it ages me about five years, changing my face shape and the whole look.

Only then did I realize it had been cut. My long locks were gone, the left side of my hair was chopped to my neck, and the other side had been unevenly cut to end at my elbow on the right side. I looked at Amanda and then back at my hair, "I can fix this for you." She said and smiled as I eagerly nodded.

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.