Grown Out Bleach Buzz Novels & Stories

I'm mortified. "I'll love every minute of protecting you from yourself," Blaze said as he chuckled and spanked my butt cheek. I hurried off to the bathroom as fast as possible and did my business. However, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was anything but beautiful. The scar that goes from my hairline to my temple stared back at me mockingly, and my hair; I fell asleep with wet hair; it's a mass of curled-up tangles. I grabbed a brush and started pushing it through my hair quickly. Oh my goodness, mortified isn't the word. I couldn't go back out there like this. I was halfway through when Blaze knocked on the door.

It was center parted with a fishtail braid at the back, lovely and elegant, but. “Remind me of Princess Fiona from Shrek.” Then, they tried the next one on me. It was a blue one, short and stylish, with little soft spikes at the back and side, cool and refreshing, but... “Sonic.” They tried the third one on me. It was a green one. I don’t want to comment anything about it, but just... “Have you heard of The Grinch?” And finally, they wore a better one on me. It was in dirty blonde, wavy, the length stopped at my waist, and the fringe was perfectly trimmed to my eyebrows.

She tried to comment on the polish, but the lustful energy coupled with the pot led Pam to giggle nervously, "Oh wow, I'm not used to being stoned, everything seems so, ah, funny." After unscrewing the cap, Beth started to had it to Pam, along with a new brush, but as per her well-rehearsed plan, paused to say, "So, maybe we should take a little break, we can go into the bathroom and use the hair dryer to finish drying out our hair, and see how the makeup looks under the bright lights, okay?"

She took a deep breath and leaned into her headset mic. “Mr Sterling,” she said, the sound feeding directly into the tiny earpiece he wore. “Try to focus on your routines, don’t look at monitors and pretend we’re not even here. It’s just you and your…” she glanced at the ingredients, “...blueberry antioxidant blast.” She felt an instant cringe at her own forced perkiness. The blender suddenly started to malfunction and whirr loudly. William tapped the lid, shouting something over the noise just seconds before the lid burst open, spilling purple liquid all over William’s face and everywhere around him.

“Don’t move. Let it burn you properly.” Azxel held still, his eyes half lidded with pleasure. When the time was right, Sky rinsed it out harshly. He gripped Azxel by the back of the neck and pushed his head under the faucet, washing out the bleach from his hair roughly, the water splashing against the sink and Azxel’s face. But Sky’s voice stayed soft. “Hold still, baby. I’m washing you. That’s it.” When he finished drying Azxel’s hair, Sky tilted his head, admiring the new burnt blonde shade and the few scattered streaks of pink.

_Zephyr’s POV_ The bathroom mirror was fogged up, but I could still make out my reflection through the steam. I sighed and reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around my wet hair. Even without looking too closely, I could see it. The honey-blonde roots were back. The brown dye was fading again, and fast. It wouldn’t be long before the true color comes up.

If I had money, I would have never done any of these. That means only one option is left. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather all the guts inside me. My heart pumps fast for what I am about to do. I can do this. It's just hair. They will grow back. Focus on the money. Freedom. It’s not even a week since I bleached and dyed my hair blue. I was so happy with the color and texture as it made me look like a species from Pandora. An Avatar Princess.

I say before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door. When I get out of the shower I groan. My room looks like a salon threw up all over it. There are hair dyes and hair products all over my vanity. I cringe at all the makeup too. How much makeup can one person wear? I mean, I was all about wearing makeup, but I tended to keep it simple. Two hours later, I have been exfoliated, buffed, plucked, and waxed. Bren put strong smelling stuff in my hair and told me to trust her. My hair was re-washed, and I wasn’t allowed to look in the mirror.

It fееlѕ аmаzіng tо bе clean, and аftеr ѕlірріng іntо Brеndа’ѕ clothes, I’m tоtаllу rеfrеѕhеd. Blake hаѕ no hаіr drуеr, ѕо I twіѕt mу hаіr іntо a mеѕѕу bun and I fееl rеаdу to tаkе оn fіndіng April аgаіn.

Minna whispered from behind me. I turned slightly to look at her and smiled. “Yes, very soon,” I whispered. The girls knew I was tired and made quick work of taking out my braids and undressing me. My gold hair had grown long to my shoulders and my brown roots were showing, but Danica had forbidden me from using any dye. Organic or not until I had my kids, so I decided to let it grow out Into an ombré color. I stopped using my bathtub a few weeks ago when I almost slipped while trying to get out of it.