You decide you want to switch haircuts with Jared. If the ring works, you can just get visit your barber and be back to normal. Nice and easy. Plus it might be fun to see what you look like, you'd had the same short hairstyle for ages. You close your eyes; your mind is made up. You focus on the man in the next apartment, and think of his hairstyle. You draw your lips close, then kiss the ring on your finger.
Instantly, you feel hair flop onto your shoulders. Your eyes pop open. Your hands rise up, and your grip the ends of your new hair, holding it in front of your face between your fingertips. It's your same dark blonde color, but a few things are different. The length of course; you let it fall again and see, looking down, that it reaches past your shoulders. It tickles your neck a little as it settles. It's wavy, unlike your usual hair, which is dead straight. You lift up a chunk, and smell it curiously. It smells like your shampoo, thankfully; several showers would probably not wash the dank smell of weed out if you had inherited that. You stand up and walk over to the bathroom mirror.
Examining yourself, you're pleasantly surprised. Looking at yourself like this, you feel like the long hair kind of suits you. You're average looking, but the change in appearance does a little for you, making you look more mysterious and cool. You try moving the hair in different ways; holding it back in a ponytail, behind your shoulders, in front, on one side then the other. You settle on tucking most of the strands behind your ears, and leaving it hanging loose in the front. You look like you should be in a really cool band, some kind of electronic, math rock type thing. Or maybe some kind of chill indie stuff, with lots of pedals and distortion on the guitar.
You catch yourself in that thought. Since when did you know so much about music? Since always, it seems like. Surely this is the second thing, the random change. At least you think so. Your instincts tell you this has been a lifelong passion of yours, but there are no memories to back it up. Just information streaming into your consciousness, and a strange excitement when you hear the music blasting through the wall. You can hear the song has changed in the apartment next door. It's Sublime, one of your favorite bands. Your first instinct is to get closer, to hear it louder so you can really enjoy it. You put on some shoes, and head next door, and have the good sense to slide the ring into your pocket before you knock on Jared's door.
You're not sure Jared will realize your hair has changed, and he might not notice his is different either. Besides, if he does, you think it could be fun to mess with him a bit. Then again, maybe you should head back to your apartment? It's not too late to turn around. You can throw on some tunes there, and not take the risk of exposing your magic ring. Either way, you guess you should decide before your neighbor peels himself off the couch and makes his way to the door...