Worst Shampoo For Permed Hair Novels & Stories

Dear Lord the bath tub had a pulsation jet setting… pulsation jets I tell you! It almost made me not want to step out of the bathroom but alas a bitch must sadly make a living. I couldn't resist the urge to use the coconut scented shampoo on my hair though. What? You can't judge me okay. I'm pretty sure it costs more than my former apartment.

Sure enough, he didn’t look like he’d budged. Still, I’d try to be quick. Didn’t want him to get curious or anything. I stepped under the water, eyeing two shelves built into one of the shower walls. The top one had a set of my favorite brand’s shampoo and conditioner, with a man’s shower gel beside it. The bottom held a common women’s brand shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and razor. I knew the brand and liked how it smelled. But I wasn’t a fan of its effect on my tight curls.

Nothing puts me in a worse mood than baked-on sardine explosions. The overhead lights, which are on a dimmer switch, catch in the rich mahogany waves of Leon’s hair as he leans forward in his seat, revealing the slightly reddish undertones I never knew were there before. He has perfect hair. Literally. It’s never out of place and so thick and healthy. I bet he uses really expensive, yummy smelling shampoo. And soap.Oh god, Leon in the shower. Oh god, his hair in the shower. Oh god, his hair all the time.I’d give my left nut just to tousle it once. Ha. That is, if I had nuts. I always did like that saying.

I wave my hands. "Girl!" She exclaims, "Mon Dieu, relax baby! I'm just kidding with you," She moves over to my seat, wrapping her arms over me. I chuckle nervously. "Don't laugh but, I use the Aussie Miracle Moist Shampoo and Conditioner," I tell her. "Why would I laugh? Is there a joke I didn't catch?" "I don't know, it's a cheap brand, nothing fancy, just does my hair good enough I guess," I pout.

"You've got a variety of shampoos in ten different types of hair flavors already - Coconut, Avocado, Frosted Cookie, Strawberry, Cinnamon buns, Pink Frosted layer cake, Grapefruit Mango butter, Marshmallow Buttercream, Strawberry Milkshake, and the -" "Snowy Citrus swirl shampoo, yes, but I wanted to - still - want to get the Pantene Pro-V Smooth & Sleek shampoo, I hear it does wonders for the hair." I pout at him and his eyes zone in on my lips. I can see the uncertainty wavering in his eyes and I know he's going to capitulate when he closes his eyes and releases yet another sigh. A tiny one this time around.

"Scarlett, did you open my Revista shampoo?" I held up the freshly opened bottle of shampoo, shoving it right under Scarlett Newman's nose, who was busy drying her hair. She stopped and looked at me with a face full of innocence. "I saw it was for repairing damaged hair," she said, shrugging slightly. "My hair's so rough, I thought I'd give it a try. What's the problem?" I took a deep breath, pushing down my irritation, and turned to put the shampoo back in the cabinet.

My hands worked furiously, rinsing, praying, begging the torment to stop. Finally, the fire subsided to a dull ache. My cock hung limp, humiliated, dripping with cold water. I sagged against the sink, panting, sweat slick on my forehead. Only then did my eyes flick back to the bottle. Philip B Peppermint Avocado Scalp Revitalizer. I let out a humorless laugh. A hair product for scalps, not cocks. I gritted my teeth, rage curdling in my chest. Fucking Lily. Why did she keep shit like this lying around? Why did she torment me even without trying?

“Do you need anything else?” Jackson left. Left without a single glance back at him. Wren was too uncomfortable to enjoy the warm water anymore. He grabbed the first bottle. The shampoo was scented. He wrinkled his nose in preparation for too much, too chemical, too artificial… but to his surprise it was lightly fragranced with lavender. It wasn’t harsh on his nose at all. He found himself breathing in deep as he did his best to scrub his hair clean. The blindfold wouldn’t come out. Not when he rinsed the shampoo out. Not when he scrubbed and rinsed the conditioner. His hair was wound tight around the material. Wren wasn’t going to be able to get it out alone.

I never cared about material things, but this was something that I cared about. In the corner of the shower, there were built-in shelves that were already stocked with a multitude of produces. There was a bottle that said ‘Rosewater and Honey Shampoo’ along with a matching conditioner. My hair was in desperate need of a good wash, so I set to work on it. The scent was amazing, and I knew that I found my new favorite scent combination. It made my hair tingle, making me feel that magic was involved. The tingling was like a soothing massage to my scalp, and I sighed.

Ben is lying in a hammock, drinking beer and playing some new rap song on his iPad, which really isn’t improving my mood. “Let’s go again,” I say. “And, this time, concentrate. What shampoo do I use?” “L’Oréal.” “No!” “Head and Shoulders, extra strong for monster dandruff.” He smirks. “No!” I kick him. “I told you. Kerastase. And you use Paul Mitchell.” “Do I?” he says blankly. I feel instant rage boiling up inside me. “What do you mean, ‘do I’? You told me you use Paul Mitchell! We have to be on the same page for this, Ben. If you say Paul Mitchell once, you have to stick to Paul Mitchell!”