Straight Hair Subliminal Results Novels & Stories

"Oh dear, that will never do. I don't want that mess covering my cumdumpster's cunt." Using his power, he caused every hair below her eyes to fall off her body. She would no longer have arm hair or leg hair. Never have to worry about any hormonal hair over her lip or on her chin. All the fine hair on and around her ass and pussy all fell to the ground. "Mom, sweep up all this hair please while I finish showing Mrs. James how much of a cumdumpster she is for me.

Nothing happened. I shoved my hands in my pocket. Did I miss something? I tilted my head slightly to the side, thinking. Maybe I was. Then it hits me. The hair had started glowing while it was in the shelf. I was the one who reached out and pulled it, before dropping it on the floor. My gaze went sharply to the floor where I’d dropped the hair that day and I blinked. Methodologies. The hair has to be in the same place as last time for it to work.

Reign said but I just couldn’t get the image of them using their weapons and then putting them back into their hair blood and all. After about an hour of preening my hair and taming the wild locks, I was shocked they somehow turned my wild and uncontrollable curly black locks into a shiny and straight-shoulder shiny look. My hair was pulled back into a low pony that sat off of my right shoulder with the knot twisted with an extension of my hair. She had somehow taken a small section of hair and braided it back to look like a crown over the top of my head. Over the left portion above my left ear was a woven silver chain that started in a cusp that wove around the braid and down into the knot

I finish cataloging the books while it's printing. After dinner, I tell mom I'm just going to read one of Uncle Harry's books. I sit up in bed reading the entire NST document. Most of it I don't understand, but there are sections that appear to be written specifically for a non-technical audience. There is one section on the details of the experiments. It seems that whoever uses it has to wear the ear buds for protection against the transmitter and to tune in the correct frequency for their subject. Rotating the thumb wheel and listening for the steady tone, tunes it to the neurological frequency of a specific subject. Pressing the button then renders the subject submissive and responsive to

She's so gorgeous it's hard to keep up and when you finally do, you want even more of it. Jackson steps forward, still admiring the hair. "You did your hair baby," he says gently touching the patterned lines. She'd once mentioned this type of hairdo can be painful in the first week since it's pulling the natural hair. "You are gorgeous," I couldn't agree more.

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

Breathe. Control. Acceptance. Silver flickered briefly beneath my skin. The power came faster now. Stronger. And suddenly…A sharp sting spread across my scalp. I inhaled sharply. Lira’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Your hair.” I grabbed one strand quickly. White. Again. Not fully. Just one pale streak among the dark strands. But enough. Enough to terrify me. Lira stepped closer carefully. “It’s progressing.” “I noticed.” “You need balance.” “What I need,” I muttered, “is for everyone to stop trying to kill me long enough to breathe.”

His hair darkened in color, shrinking until it was barely an inch long. “Practice.” He said, his voice a guttural command. I clenched my legs together and forced my attention onto the mirror. There would be time to tear the clothes off his body later—Goddess, I hoped, anyway. It took me a few moments to clear my head, but once I did, I felt the magic in my veins immediately. It surged at my call like an eager puppy, ready to please. The first few attempts were wrought with failure, but eventually my hair began to lighten. The blue faded, melting into a bubblegum pink I had dreamed of, but never had the nerve to attempt.

My arms wrap around him and his arm wraps around my shoulder and his other hand held my head close to him. "It's perfect," I whisper. "I'm glad you like it." He lets me go and I grab my curlers and straightener out of my bag. I plug them into the outlet and wait for them to heat up. I grab the chair and sit down "Why do you need to straighten your hair before you re-curl your hair?" Titus asks. I point to my hair. "If I curl my hair while I have my naturally un straight hair, it'll look weird so I straighten it and re-curl it," I explain. The red light stoped flashing letting me know that it was fully heated.

Step by step, I sank in, waves of warmth rolling over my exhausted bones and stiff muscles, unlocking the stiffness. Vivian came behind me with scented soap in a bowl and a soft sponge. Mixing them together, she rubbed it over me. I rolled my head in a circular motion, sighing. Behind me, Vivian loosened up the hairdo. My hair fell—and that’s when I noticed it. My hair wasn’t a dull shade of white anymore. Unlike before, it seemed to shimmer, like vitality had been injected into it. I picked up a lock, examining it under the light.