After the tingling died down, Amy opened one eye. There was no sign of the golden mist, and there was nothing that seemed to irritate her eye at all. She gasped and resumed breathing, running her fingers through her hair. They didn't feel wet at all, nor did she feel a powder like what she had seen shoot out of the bottle. She looked at the spray bottle in her hand. To her surprise, it was completely empty. There wasn't even a drop of the liquid left in it.
She noticed a blue bin with a large recycling sign on it at the end of the aisle. She walked up to it and dropped the bottle inside. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of Lina over her shoulder. She turned around abruptly.
"Oh! Lina, you sc--"
Amy blinked. There was no one there. She was staring at a mirror.
"...scared me..."
Her mouth hung open after the last syllable. She walked slowly up to her reflection. It was definitely her, but her hair was a beautiful golden blond. The lighting in the old shop gave it a golden sheen around the edges and created a shiny arc akin to halo that swept around the top of her head. She combed her fingers through the foot-long tresses. Not an inch was off-color. Even the roots were blond. It was as if she was born this way. Despite her hair being just as thin and just as short as it was before, the vibrant color made it look so much prettier. So much more alive.
Something welled up inside her, bubbling upward until she let out a gleeful giggle. "Wicked!" She had to show Lina. Turning back around to leave the aisle, her eyes scanned over the vending machines once more. She could show Lina right now...or she could give herself a true makeover first. Her lips curled upward as she thought of the possibilities.