You hold out the sweater in your hands, admiring how well-made and warm it looks. What’s more, it had to be nearly half an inch thick (if not more) of pure white, fluffy wool. Without thinking, you press your face right into the sweater, rubbing it all over your face and enjoying how soft it is… and how much it smells like the handsome ram that had gifted it to you.
You immediately pull it on over your head, taking care not to mess up your bun or accidentally catch the wool on your blackened nails, which seemed a little sharper than you remember. With the sweater on, you check yourself out in the mirror to see how it looks…
The figure standing in the mirror looks so familiar, yet somehow not. At your height, the sweater comes down just past your waist, and the sleeve are slightly long and hang past your wrists. Combined with your long, wavy bangs and petit physique, the only way to describe your look was ‘a-freaking-dorable’.
You giggle, letting out a melodious little titter that turns into a baa. “Oh. My. Gosh. This looks great!” you say to nobody in particular, twirling around and letting this baggy sweater flare up around your waist. “I just need to thank them somehow!”
You run downstairs, the nails on your bare feet clicking a little bit on the hardwood floors, and see your mother in the kitchen, with a barber’s cape around her and her hair up in rollers as Bo clips carefully at her hair with a pair of scissors. Seth smiles as he sees you, looking you up and down.
“Not too bad, if I do say so myself!” he declares as he walks over and looks down on you. It takes everything you have not to press your face into that soft, soft wool sticking out of the neck of his shirt. You blush at his compliment, looking at the floor unsure of what to say. You feel your ears twitch nervously as they started to move up the sides of your head, sticking out just barely from your thick hair.
“T-thanks, Seth…” you mutter nervously. “Umm… I-I really want to thank you for this… M-maybe I could get a haircut from you, too? I’ll pay, of course!”
Seth gives you a long look, checking you out from all directions and making your heart beat nearly out of your chest. Finally, he stops in front of you and starts to play with your hair gently.
“It would be a shame to cut such beautiful long hair,” he muses, and you feel your little cocklet twitch at hearing him call you ‘beautiful’. “But, I might be able to do something. Here, have a seat.”
You gratefully sit down on one of the kitchen chairs and Seth pulls a barber’s cape around you. He digs around in his bags and pulls out a spray bottle and a variety of different hair rollers. He undoes your hair bun, letting your long hair spill down, then gets your hair all wet with whatever was in the spray bottle, which smelled strongly of freshly cut grass. He quickly starts to roll your hair up tightly using the rollers, pulling them up nice and tight against your head. He gets in close to you as he works, occasionally tickling your nose with his wool, giving you a chance to take a deep breath of his scent, slightly musky and grassy but addictively wonderful.
Once your hair is all rolled up, Seth goes over to the kitchen counter and grabs two glasses with a thick, green liquid inside and hands one to you. “Here, it’s my special alfalfa smoothie. You’ll need to keep those rollers in for about an hour, so you’d better get comfortable.” He sits down by you and sips his own smoothie, smiling as he stares into your eyes with an alluring look on his face…