Frank Ocean Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

I swiped right and saw the other photo of me with blonde hair. I suddenly miss my old hair. When my hair grows normally, I will no longer have to maintain this black hair. I miss my blonde and shiny hair that has low maintenance only. After all, Liam seems to be in love with me. I might not need to pretend to love this hair color. A photo of me and Blade in the pool grabbed my attention. It is a stolen shot of him drowning me. I turned the photo into the next page and saw my face drenched with water and it looked like a tuna had just come out.

I looked away before my cock gave me away. "Close your mouth, Warren, you're embarrassing me." My mouth clacked shut. "Sorry, mom, but you look great." "Thank you, but I look like a cadaver. We need to get some color on us." Mom and I are both redheads and, as such pale as ghosts. "Frank has a bunch of sunstuff here, so we won't need to buy any," I replied. "Well, let's get that done before we leave. I'm sure doing it on the beach will result in a lot of sand getting all over."

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

I'll never put on another pair of those. I stepped into the shower, relaxing as the water rushed over my skin and soothed it. I rubbed the delicious smelling axe Apollo soap onto my body, taking it slow to admire every curve of my tall and slenderness. When I finished I took my time with my hair, placing a type of gel in it first before shampooing and rinsing. I made sure to be very delicate at washing my hair, not wanting to loose any dye. The gel would help hold the color in. Green was a hard color to get to stick to your hair. You had to be extra careful in the shower. You might step in with green hair and walk out with bleach blonde. When I had my hair washed and scalp massaged, I cut th

Henry asked. I turned around so they could see my hair. Normally my hair is a deep fiery red. But now I have yellowish and orange streaks through it making it look like it is on fire. “ Oh Goddess.” Calissa gasped. “ I can see why you screamed.” Melissa said. “ Right. But how did this happen? It wasn’t like this when I went to sleep.” I asked. “ We have no idea.” Calissa said. “ Aiden, you need to get Lexi to Riverclaw. You need to talk to their elders. We will be right behind you.” Henry said. The next thing I know my hair is covered up with a scarf borrowed from Calissa and we are all running out the door.

She then smiled after I told her, and didn't ask questions. When Aunt Florence removed the curtain of the mirror, I was deeply surprised. My hair was a beautiful shade of blond or platinum blonde and it was cut off a couple of centimeters of my shoulders. I could see a bit of my hair poking out, but faded with the blond. It complimented my eyes which were blue and the small freckles that danced across my cheeks. I looked like a whole new different person, and I loved it.

I walk back to the shore and hang my clothes on a branch before going back in the water. Valen finishes washing his own clothes and hangs them out to dry before he returns to the water. He catches me staring, so instead of offering an explanation, I just smile and dip beneath the surface of the water. I run my fingers through my hair, wishing I had any kind of product to wash it with. While this might be some of the clearest water I’ve yet seen, I know there are fish living in it. I just have to not think about that. My hair floats around me, blonde locks that are getting longer and longer. I haven’t cut it in nearly a solar. It’s stretching halfway down my back now.

When I looked in the mirror, I remembered Kai's initial comment about my hair, that it looks best when it's free and not tied back. I grin. What's the point of having loose hair if I'm already sweating? Kai had no idea how difficult to maintain this hair. I don't even have time for a haircut, and I struggle with my hair every time I bathe and comb it. But the homemade shampoo and conditioner I made with coconut and aloe vera really help. Because I never used a product containing a chemical mixture, my hair is naturally beautiful.

"Time for you to blue me." I follow her back to the bathroom, where she's dumped the contents of the pot of dye into the same plastic bowl she used to mix up her bleach, but now there's a different tint brush on the side of the sink and a box of disposable gloves. She sits down in the chair and tosses her head forward to remove the towel, revealing her freshly bleached, untoned hair. "How do you feel now that the brown is all gone?" I ask her, sectioning her hair off with clips. The bleach has dried it out a little, but there's not too much damage.