Level 9 Bleached Hair Novels & Stories

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

I picked up a pair of heavy industrial shears from the vanity. ​With a single, decisive motion, I hacked through the long, dark locks Malakai used to wind around his fingers when he kissed me. I cut until the hair hit just above my jaw—short, jagged, and practical. I dyed it a deep, obsidian black in the bathroom sink, watching the dark pigment swirl down the drain like the last of my innocence. When I looked back into the glass, I didn't recognize the woman looking back. She looked like a blade—sharp, dark, and ready to draw blood.

Not a happy killer. To avoid being noticed, we left, heading back through the throngs of drunk vacationers to the parking garage. “What do we do now?” I asked as I tossed my hair up into a ponytail. It was hot out that day, even in the black of night. Six frowned at me. “We need to touch up your hair.” It had been two months since he bleached my strawberry-blonde-turned-brunette hair to platinum blonde. With my hair back, my roots showed that much more.

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.

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

This scene was quite scary. Jenny finally understood why Tabitha hadn't dried her hair. With one blow-dry, the floor was covered in fallen hair. "Emm, this is normal. Luna, don't worry. The hair will grow back slowly after the treatment stops." Tabitha gave a faint smile, "Keep drying, it will fall off sooner or later anyway." "Okay." After washing her hair this time, Tabitha felt like she had lost almost a third of it. It was obviously less when she held it.

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.

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

3 days later…… My body is finally adjusted and I can get out of bed without falling down from pain. I head downstairs where everyone is eating breakfast, and they all stop eating to stare at me. “What?” I say. “Am I not allowed to eat with everyone anymore?” Matt rushes over to me to tell me in my ear, that my hair has changed again. My hair is now a midnight blue, with purple, black and red streaks in it, and it almost looks like an ombre color with pink ends. It also now reaches halfway down my back.

Bill laughing for much of it. "How's Whore's training going?" I asked. "She's currently licking Lisa's cunt, Master," Julia said. "We took her shopping this evening after our laser removal appointment. I have some bad news about that. We actually have to let our hair grow in order for the lasers to work and they work better on dark hair than they do on blonde. He said to come back in a couple weeks after our pubes have grown out a little, but I may require more visits than Lisa and Rhonda as I have blonde hair. We've stopped shaving for now and we'll all have to deal with stubbly cunts for awhile."