As you gaze upon your chin length tresses, you run a slender hand through the silky river and ponder what to do next.
"You know, I'm not quite sure, maybe..." you start awkwardly and blush slightly at the idea that springs to the forefront of your thoughts. After much thoughtful deliberation and a small internal battle, you set your slender jaw and nod to yourself.
"All I know is that I want something girly that pops!" you find yourself blurting out, much more animatedly than you expected.
"Okay babe," she giggles knowingly, "Ask and you shall receive!"
She walked over to her stand and opened a drawer, pulling out a long, garish pink brush that was covered with brightly colored stars and candies. At the tips of the pink bristles were tiny red balls.
"Why is it shaped like that?" you ask nervously.
"Oh not to worry, you'll find out quite soon enough darling". With a smile, she begins to brush your hair with the girly implement.
As she first starts combing you remain quite cognizant in your chair, noticing a change in her combing style.
Where it was once quick and precise, it now grows slow and measured, with the bristles tugging your hair outwards. She always starts at your crown before traveling all the way down to the tips of your locks. After each pull the ends settle lower and lower, and you feel the weight on your head gently increasing.
As the brushing continues however, a cozy bubbly feeling starts to build in your head each time the tips of the bristles massage your crown. You feel extremely comfortable, a...pinkish feeling overwhelming your thoughts and you begin to feel drowsy, as though you are floating on a cloud.
With half-lidded eyes, you glance at yourself in the mirror and are quite intrigued by the progress she has made.
Your hair hangs down over your shoulders, and has changed shape and hue. It has lightened itself immensely, almost to a whitish-gray color. It appears much thicker than before, and has developed a slight wave to it.
With fresh pink bubbles popping animatedly under your scalp with each stroke of the brush, you do little more than smile lazily at your reflection. Your eyelids are sinking lower and lower with each flutter, before shutting as you let your head tilt back as the hairdresser's slow brushing fully brings you into a relaxed sleep.
Indeed, it feels good, like how it should have been all along. Visions of pink clouds, shooting purple stars, and bright red strawberries assail your mind.
After several minutes, or what could have been a couple pink days, you come to, awakening with a start as hair brushes the sides of your face.
It is now to the small of your back, delightful to the touch, and is incredibly thick and full-bodied as you gaze upon it.
Your hair's tone has lightened even more and gained color. It now has a light pink coloration to it. You're teeming with delight, and daintily tap your shoes against the footrest in excitement.
You hold a tress as the hairdresser combs and you can feel it growing longer, thickening and widening. You place it in front of the light, the long pink strands bouncing animatedly from your pretty face, you see that the hue is now a bright bubblegum pink, as though the your hair had been woven from cotton candy.
The hairdresser then pulls two lavender bows from her stand, brushing her fingers through your hair before pulling it into two high ponytails. She brushes your bangs away from your face and places a white hair clip on the side of your part to hold it in place.
With your hair now out of your face you can see how other thing have changed. Long, girly lashes tickle your face, some pinker eye shadow rings them, and your pink eyebrows are trimmed in a fashionable style.
A small smattering of freckles caresses your face, adding a hint of color to what seems to be a slightly paler complexion.
Yet what draws your attention most are your eyes. They are now a striking neon lavender, and they sparkle with excitement and mischief.
"You like it?" the hairdresser inquires.
You raise out of your chair, pink ponytails bouncing about your shoulder blades before falling cutely over your chest, and finally stopping just along your bust. The whole affair is completed by the pink bangs whose brushed tips stop just above your right eyebrow.
As though coming out of a waking dream, you turn animatedly and beam at the hairdresser. Your hands clasp over your chest and your left leg kicks up behind you.
"It's, like, awesome! Thanks!" you reply in a bubbly voice that was a bit higher than when you first sat in the chair. You gracefully get up from the seat and exit the store, almost skipping, the pink ponytails bouncing along with your new girly energy.