Shampoo X Ranma Novels & Stories

I knew if I didn’t try to relax, I’d stutter and get frustrated. “I got up, everything was normal and all of a sudden, my hair was chopped in half. I’m sure you’ve seen something like this before,” Her eyes scanned my hair for a few seconds. “It’s a clean chop, like it was done by a scissors,” “Exactly!” “I think it was the shampoo,” “Shampoo? Why would my shampoo cut my hair? Even if it did, it wouldn’t chop the hair in half, it would chop off the hair unevenly, down to its roots,”

I will need to ask Jaxson that at supper. Looking over, I saw a window in the tile with a variety of female shampoos. They were all high quality shampoos and as I picked each up, I noticed they were all brand new. I chose the one at random and shampooed my hair before I conditioned and washed my body with a lavender scent.

Climbing into the shower. Standing under the warm water. Brown water going down the drain. Looking at her hands. Able to see her skin color again. She grabbed the shampoo bottle and started washing her hair. The foam of the shampoo instantly turned brown. She had to wash her hair about four times before having clean hair again.

He looks at the water turning a light pink and frowns. "As much as I deserve to sit in this blood water, I think I'm going to take a shower. Thank you for running the bath for me." He says softly. Ramon pulls the drain plug and stands out of the water. The water falls from his body like a bloody rain. He turns the shower on and steps in without another word.

Alex asked, worry evident on his face. "N-no. I just got startled." I chuckled nervously. Alex just smiled and pulled me towards him. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo before pouring some into my head. I honestly felt like a child being bathed by their parent after refusing to shower. Alex carefully massaged the shampoo into my scalp. I closed my eyes to prevent the shampoo from getting into my eyes. I dropped my head onto Alex's shoulder as he massages my scalp.

He squirted the shampoo into his hand, “turn around, Little One.” She didn’t hesitate as the heated water cascaded down the front of her body and Mal rubbed the shampoo into her copper locks. She closed her eyes, relaxing and giving in to his touch. Mal reached around her to pull the shower head from its perch on the wall. He hit a few buttons on the touchscreen controls and water spewed from the jets Claire hadn’t noticed before. He massaged her scalp and rinsed the soapy bubbles from her hair, his hands grazing through the thick locks. “Lavender and vanilla. Have I told you how much I have missed your scent?”

He would absolutely be the opposite of calm about a misunderstanding like that. Oh my. Shit. How on earth am I going to rinse my shampoo without looking back? All I can do is sink my head forward and brace with one hand on the wall, allowing the water to strike my crown. It feels like a tiny price to pay, even as soapy water runs down my cheeks and up my nostrils. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as the water streams clean. I get a strange, tingling feeling that is worse than when Moretti initially entered the shower.

Feeling his fingertips rub and scrape against my scalp was pure heaven and caused me to release a deep moan. I heard Xander chuckle behind me as he rinsed the shampoo and applied the conditioner. He carefully ran his fingers through every curl from root to tip, and I secretly wondered if he had become a beautician overnight. After rinsing again, he pulled my hair up off my back and neck, then wrapped it in a bun before he took the sponge and began to wash my body. He swirled and rubbed a thick layer of fragrant suds along my neck, over my shoulders, and down my back, all the way to my toes.

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIX One night, Nara stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down over her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt the tension flow out of her body. She could feel the steam rising up around her and the droplets of water on her skin, like tiny little bubbles. Nara reached for the bottle of shampoo and began washing her hair. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. She then rinsed her hair, letting the suds swirl down the drain.

The warm droplets cascaded over my body, washing away the physical and emotional grime that clung to me. With each passing moment, the tension in my muscles eased, and I felt a renewed sense of energy and purpose. As I reached for the shampoo, my fingers brushed against the scars on my scalp, reminders of the battles I had fought and the strength I had summoned. I let out a deep sigh, releasing the weight of my past, and allowed the water to envelop me in its soothing embrace.