Straight Hair Subliminal Results Novels & Stories

No way did he look like a man pushing fifty. Anticipation tickled the inside of my belly; I was nervous yet excited. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I impatiently watch the group before me. My Auburn hair kept slipping out of my hood. It never stayed where I wanted it. It was as if it had a life of its own, unruly and often in a crazy frizzy state. I pushed it back inside my hood for the fifth time! Nothing was going to distract me from what the Alpha had to say.

I did my facial routine before she could start. "Do you want braids, straighten,curled or wavy" she asks. "Any thing you'll think will suit me" I say with a smile. She looked at my hair for a moment before beginning to work. I tell you the end result with the makeup was marvelous. "Oh my God I can't believe you can do this" I gasp in astonishment as I looked at myself in the mirror. She parted my hair into two sides,the lower part was wavy and she stitched cornrowed the upper part.

He won’t be coming back, and he will never put his disgusting hands on me again. When I’m done scrubbing, I wash my hair. I smoother it in conditioner. It’s naturally wavy and when I don’t take care of it, it literally turns into a frizzball, exactly like it has right now. I create a mask of the creamy conditioner, leaving it to soak in while I lie back and shut my eyes. My muscles feel more relaxed, my back feels less achy.

"Just a trim I think, maybe a deep condition. I've been using that oil you gave me and it's doing wonders for the frizziness." "We can definitely do that. Trimming it a little will give you that bounciness back and will also make it easier to straighten if you want to do that." I wonder what Christine sees when she looks at me. Do I look like my dad to her? My mom? Because I've been around them for so long, or do I look like someone foreign, I want to ask, but I'm also afraid the answer will break my heart. So I don't. "Sounds great. Maybe next time I come I'll get some highlights, closer to summer."

which Jane didn't inquire about too much. Red had taken the younger woman aside for the second straight day and began trying to get Jane's feet, fists and hair all coordinated. While a number of people initially found the idea of "living hair" to be silly, Red had quickly realized the potential. Jane's hair had become as strong as steel and was able to stretch to lengths of thirty feet. She seemed to be able to manipulate eight groupings of hair, so Talia had suggested creating eight distinct braids. This had actually done wonders for Jane's control, and she found herself with twelve limbs at her disposal. And she was able to lift tremendous amounts of weight with her new hair appendages . .

I ran into the woods, trying to see someone but a man with a smirk appeared before me. He touches my curly hair. I did not move and stared at him. Why is my hair curly? I have straight hair. I shook my head and tried to think. “Miss me?” The man’s voice echoed in the forest, and we were instantly in front of a verge. I was perplexed, beaming around. “Move forward; you are near the ridge!” The man shouted while walking forward towards me.

They exchanged a few more words before hanging up, leaving Astrid with a smile and a sense of excitement for the date that awaited. ****** After a refreshing shower in her office bathroom, Astrid emerged with a renewed aura. She stood before the mirror in her office, her reflection framed by the soft glow of her office lights. With a curling wand in hand, she embarks on the artistry of styling her hair. Taking small sections, she skillfully wraps each strand around the wand. Astrid efficiently curled her hair, transforming it into a mesmerizing cascade of waves and curls. In a mere span of 10 minutes, she had effortlessly created a captivating masterpiece out of her hair.

he winced as his hair seemed to be yanked out by the roots, his eyes reddening with pain. It seemed like the teacher had plucked out several strands of his hair. "Sorry, Justin, I didn't mean to. Your hair was tangled, and I was just trying to help," the teacher said with a smile, fumbling with his hair. "Go back to your class now." Justin looked at the teacher, puzzled, then ran back to the classroom. Looking at the strands of hair with follicles in hand, the teacher slipped them into a small plastic bag. "Harper, I've got Justin's hair with follicles ready. I checked, and we should get it tested within two weeks; otherwise, the result might not be accurate if we wait too long."

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.

Confused, I pulled out my phone and flipped to the front camera. Sure enough, the dark strands were fading—slowly but unmistakably—back to their original platinum blonde. The black wasn’t completely gone yet, but I could see patches of lighter hair breaking through, like ink being washed out of fabric. My eyes widened. "No way." Amara chuckled at my reaction. "I know you’re excited, but you look like you just discovered magic exists." I didn’t even care if I looked ridiculous. I kept watching in fascination as my hair practically reset itself in real time. "I thought I was stuck like this after Corey died," I admitted.