Female Side Undercut Long Hair Novels & Stories

A one-piece with a plunging cut down to the waist. "Our iconic Orla bodysuit is reimagined as a swimsuit. Combining premium sheer mesh paneling creates a sculpted silhouette…" Perfect. I added it to my cart and checked out. Still humming to myself, I walked over to the full-length mirror in our bedroom. My long, chestnut waves framed my face, cascading down my back in soft curls. Too bad he doesn’t like it. Jimmy preferred short, playful hair—something that made a woman look “cute.”

he asked his sister. She didn’t answer. She vanished behind a rack, sifting through hangers and reordering everything. “Thick. Neither straight nor curly,” he mused, circling me like a hawk. “Could go either way. But let’s talk length. No shorter than two inches below the chin. No longer than mid-back. Layers—gentle ones—could add dimension.” He glanced at Kiara. “And if she tries bangs? Disown her.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Kiara said with mock seriousness.

It was simple… but lethal in its simplicity. A modern cut kissed with classic detail. It hugged the curves softly, not too tight, but just enough to whisper that there was a body beneath the elegance. A slit ran up the side,clean, tasteful, stopping just above the knee. Not too high to scream, but high enough to speak. Confidence, not desperation. I took my time with my hair. My fingers weaved through golden strands as I blew it dry, soft curls cascading past my shoulders like melted sunlight. I parted it to the side, letting it frame my face, and pinned one side with a simple gold clip.

We put all of the cut-out pieces together, and Tempest studied them for a while, like she was making sure to memorise every detail. Her new appearance was just as beautiful, but she was more...Normal? She'd pass as a friend of mine, I mean. Slender, athletic build, 5'7 in height. Her long hair was cropped just under her chin and curled in small ringlets of inky black that framed her face magnificently. Her irises and sclera remained completely black, like how her facial shape had remained, as did her pale skin that seemed to resemble rays of moonlight.

An hour or so later I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, unsure how to feel as Leila and Andre gush over my new hair. It’s cut to shoulder length, but the natural wave of my hair has pulled it up by a couple of inches, the weight which had kept it straighter now gone. It’s lying in natural beachy waves, framing my face and he has lightened my tawny color with some sheer highlights, so I am transformed. Younger, softer, blonder.

She helped her little sister bind her chest and used a permanent marker to color over her short gray patch. They did anything that they could think of to make her less attractive. She wore boys’ jeans and baggy t-shirts with an oversized hoodie or flannel shirt. Even her shoes were neutral, all black or gray and boys if the thrift store had some that fit. Rye never wore makeup or jewelry or anything feminine. Her hair was kept short, not quite chin length. Short hair made her less girly and was harder to grab. It was harder to grab and therefore safer. As she grew older and wiser, her hair always remained short, never going past her chin.

Every bit a female. Her hair cascaded to her shoulder, dancing to the tunes of the soft breeze. The lavender, diamond-studded dress was strapless and hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. It stopped above the knee, displaying her long, smooth legs. There was a small slit between her thighs, attracting attention and leaving hungry rakes to wonder what else lay between those beautiful thighs.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

"Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you've had the opportunity to fully appreciate your situation?" She's opted for black hair today, long and draped over her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen underwear. A clutch bag in black satin completes the ensemble.

Gone is the long black hair, silver-grey eyes, the large chest, long legs and toned bod. Now, I have a platinum blonde pixie cut, my eyes are emerald green, my lips are more pouty, my chest is smaller and my legs are not as long, I have a little bit of weight on my bones but it just adds to my curves. I’m wearing ripped, faded denim shorts and a white vest top with high top white converse on my feet. Wow, I look fucking gorgeous.