Memes De Corte De Pelo Novels & Stories

I just sighed and pressed my palms to my face. “They look like disheveled pups,” I muttered. “And of course, they only let their dad cut their hair. Now the barber’s gone, and Reigh’s probably too tired to handle it. Goddess, I’ve got a dinner I’m barely prepared for, and they’re going to look like little lions in the photos.”

I whisper to myself, not being able to keep the smile off my face. Quickly, I put on a black thong to match the dress, leaving my breasts bare, knowing the dress has cups of its own, and start to work on my hair, straightening, pulling out knots and trimming out excesses. After a few minutes, my hair still falls down to my ass, and it looks really boring and wimpy, so I take a bold step and cut half of it, leaving it just above my shoulders. I trim it till it's straight and sharp, looking really different, but classy. New hair, new identity.

I was all for freedom of expression but some people needed to be banned from doing a lot of things. Everyone knows that if your head shifts from your hairline down to the middle of your head, you don’t dye it pink and gold and shave the sides off to make a ghastly mohawk style. Don’t even get me started on the crazy fruit lady. Fruit is meant to be eaten, not worn damn it.