But that contrast wasn't about to last, as the locks atop her head began darkening. She continued watching her reflection, her vision finally coming back to clear focus. Her eyes, once a bright hazel color, were now a deep brown. The irises seemed to have grown larger. Her nose looked a bit flatter, and her front teeth seemed thicker.
Looking back at her hair, she could see the same black tone of her wool was appearing in the blond strands. The black oozed down from her roots, and also crept up from the tips. The bright blond shine retreated quickly, forced into submission by the invading darkness. Then her hair started to grow longer, locks curling upon themselves. Several thick tendrils snaked down into her eyes, and she instinctively brushed them out of the way. When her hair finally stopped growing, the new wild, bushy mane sported jet-black curls that fell to her mid-back. Unlike her previous shiny hair, these locks didn't shine at all. They were as equally dull in radiance as the rest of her body's wool, and seemed to be made to absorb as much light as possible. Grabbing a clump in her hand, she gently pulled down on her hair. Pulling it as straight as possible, she found that it was long enough to reach all the way down her butt. "Wow," she thought. "That's curly."
Another thought shoved that observation aside, however, when the same hand holding her hair grazed something strange under her skirt.