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)) she nods and I push the door open and we walk through together. *beep.....beep.....beep....beep.....beep.....beep* I groan and I hear myself do it, OHMYGOSHIMBACK! I sit up immediately and regret it, I drop back into the bed and look around, there are machines hooked up to me and one by one I take them off and slowly get out of bed. I stand in the same spot until I feel my feet regain their strength then slowly make my way to the bathroom, I brush my teeth, shower, wash my hair which has now grown down to my feet, doesn't anyone know how to trim edges? I get dressed in a loose white gown and silver flat sandals. I opt to leave my hair loose because it's too much trouble right now, before

While in my deep thoughts, I dozed off and jolted up at the boozing sound of trucks the next morning. “Hazel?” I gasped, breathing fast. “Not a nightmare again.” I cursed as I clenched my hair firmly. My vision was a bit blurry because of the tears that gathered in them. I got up as I hurriedly showered and I wore a different pajamas. A black polka dot pajamas. I left my hair completely scattered with my eyebrows scattered as well and my beards were already grown and uncared for too. It's been almost 3 weeks since I waxed my skin.

“Yep, I’m down for seeing where this goes until he gets on my nerves. Who knows? I might retire the brother from my book altogether if he keeps this feeling, he does to me up. He got me in here like a college girl.” “Yeah Zion, probably because he’s still in college his damn self. Talk about robbing the cradle.” We both laughed and shared a couple of jokes before heading over to Bawse’s Mix on the southeast side of the suburbs. Bawse’s Mix was an all-in-one salon that Zion’s college buddy owned. There you could get the full body treatment; massage, hair, nails, facial, and make-up done in less than 3 hours. Appointments were tight, and the treatment was expensive, but it was well worth it. E

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.

Max taunts with a devilish grin. I shake my head and make my way to the bathroom. I find everything I need, remove my makeup, and do my best to brush out my hair. I kept my hair simple with waves that complement my bob hair cut. I also hate hairspray and products in general in my hair. I also kept my makeup light. I never do fake lashes because I was thankfully blessed with natural long lashes that I make sure I take care of.

The sound of gentle chatter and the soft hum of blow dryers created a soothing background melody, as Naya and Hazel surrendered to the pampering, their laughter and whispers intertwining with the salon's warm atmosphere. The stylist's hands moved with precision, weaving a spell of transformation, as Naya and Hazel embarked on a journey of self-expression, their hair becoming a canvas for their inner beauty and creativity. The anticipation was palpable, as they awaited their reveal, their new looks promising to unleash a fresh sense of confidence and glamour. "Wow, I love this!" Hazel beamed, her eyes shining with delight, as the stylist finished her hair, revealing a stunning silver mane tha

It was a few hours to the ball and I was getting myself ready. I’d decided I wanted to look totally different so I decided to dye my hair. I had ordered some products and following the instructions, I mixed them and applied them to my hair. I also watched an instructional video online. After about 20-25 minutes, I stood in front of the bathroom sink, my hair covered in a messy blob of bleach. As I rinsed out the bleach, I watched in horror as chunks of my hair fell out. I had been going for a subtle blonde, but it seemed I had gotten the mixture all wrong.

I don’t care for Calester’s sake, but I don’t want to have to look at that for weeks until it grows out again. I can’t fucking believe his nerve, booking a bikini wax along with everything else. He thinks he owns my pussy already? He thinks he gets to decide how it looks? I should wait until he’s sleeping, then slap hot wax on his balls. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Grimly, I say, “Fine. Finish it off.” It takes three more strips and a whole lot more swearing to get off the remaining hair. When they’re finished, I’m completely bald, the cool air touching me as it never has before.

Five years of showers that smelled like bleach and despair. Never again. As I reached for the shampoo—a bottle that promised “silky, goddess-like locks”—I couldn’t help but laugh. “Silky locks,” I snorted. “Let’s aim for ‘not resembling a bird’s nest,’ and then we’ll talk.” I scrubbed my scalp until it tingled, rinsed, and repeated like a woman on a mission. By the time I was done, the water had turned downright gross. I pulled the plug, watching the murky evidence of my prison life swirl down the drain.

( Hello brother-in-law ) I said breaking the hug. "Hello bhabhiji." ( Hello sister-in-law ) He said ruffling my hair making me ruffle his hair as well. "Taklo kari dais ene." ( You'll make him bald. ) Said bhai making me look at him with annoyance. "Hehe... I use clinic plus." Nishant said, making me and bhai laugh. Him and his reference my goodness. Well clinic plus is a shampoo that ads about it making hair stronger. "How's you bro?" Asked Nishant