Messy Pixie Cut Double Chin Novels & Stories

If you got down on the chair, you would be able to see your reflection on half of the mirror surface. I made my way to the chair and held my hair up. “What do you think I should do to my hair?” “You can let it fall.” “Boring.” “You know what isn’t?” Lisa tested my patience when she came to stand behind me. “Cut it. Chop it. In fact, get a pixie cut. I bet you would rock that shit.” “I’m not pulling a crazy stunt like my mom did.”

And cutting my hair was one way to do that. So I had cut my hair short after being here for a year. It has grown since then. It started as a pixie cut and now it’s almost reaching my chin. It’s long enough for me to tie in a short pony tail. I might cut it again, but for now it’s easy to handle and it meant I didn’t have to wash it that often either. My hair looked better when it was a bit dirty anyway. “No, it doesn’t. You’re just lazy.” Angela mocked me.

“There are a lot of pretty styles here, and I don’t know which one to choose.” “What do you have in mind?” He asked stretching to peer into the magazine on her lap. “They are all pretty.” “This…” she pointed to the pixie cut that was at the bottom of the page and he frowned. “Why?” she asked when she noticed his hesitance. “It’s too short, it would suit you, but…no.” He said and he flipped to the next page and the next one, his eyes landed on a very pretty concave bob style, and he paused for a while before he touched it. “This should suit you.”

Mitzie stood on the edge of the cliff staring into the ocean blue sky. Not a cloud to hamper the vision of her hazel-colored almond-shaped eyes. She flicked the long ash from her cigarette and smiled like she’d never smile again. Her dark chocolate locks, which were normally just above waist length, fell below her voluptuous heart-shaped butt as she threw her head back and let out a loud laugh that originated in her not-so-flat stomach.

Evans asked curiously, and the moment Regina shook her head in response, her eyes beamed with mischief. She looked too excited that it scared Daniel. He passed Mr. Evans a worried and questioning look, but the latter shrugged his shoulders. “He used to be so chubby that people teased him a lot. He thought that he was ugly and wanted to change his look. Do you know how Charlie Puth shaped his brows and gave it some stylish cut? Well, I don't know where he saw it back then and wanted to try it but ended up shaving his whole brow and as if one weren't enough, he went ahead to shave the other one as well,” she revealed with a rueful smile.

You'd think being ten minutes late was some kind of world-ending crisis. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes as I put the finishing touches on my pixie cut with a single purple streak in the front. Short black hair wasn't just a style; it was a statement, and you couldn't just walk out looking like a mess.

Gone is the long black hair, silver-grey eyes, the large chest, long legs and toned bod. Now, I have a platinum blonde pixie cut, my eyes are emerald green, my lips are more pouty, my chest is smaller and my legs are not as long, I have a little bit of weight on my bones but it just adds to my curves. I’m wearing ripped, faded denim shorts and a white vest top with high top white converse on my feet. Wow, I look fucking gorgeous.

Aysha eyed the clippers warily. Pearl chuckled. “No, Ladybug. I’ll try out a pixie-cut.” “You want pixie hair? Will you also have pointy ears?” “I hope not!” Pearl grinned and pulled a funny face. Aysha giggled and then turned serious. “I like your hair. You look like a faerie princess.” “It’s just hair, honey. It can grow back.”

“Ever worn your hair that short?” “Nope.” Chase slanted this way and that. “Is it good? Or bad?” “Good, I guess.” Chase’s vivid blue eyes met hers in the mirror. “What do you think?” I think cutting off your gorgeous black locks just increased your hotness by a factor of ten million. “I like it.” He mugged in the mirror. “I like it, but I think I wanna go just a hair shorter—ha-ha.” “Fine. Stop admiring your handsome self and sit so we can get this done.”

Does the woman really know the meaning of overhaul? At that instruction, three beauticians surrounded Chin Cho. one at her feet, the other holding her hand and one holding her waist length blonde hair. “Chin Cho shouted in dismay “don’t cut my hair!” Tamar laughed, while the hair dresser said to her “don’t be afraid ma we won’t cut your hair. Am going to give it a special treat. After the treat, you will like your hair and anybody who sees you would never recognize you. Tamar smiling nodded at her in reassurance.