"How long is your wool now?" Claire wanted to know.
Jennifer found a ruler on her desk, and placed an arm down, pulling its black tresses flat outward. It was so long by now, its dedicated curls were only forming toward the tips, leaving the rest of the wool to simply hang off Jennifer's body in wavy curtains. At least she wasn't totally puffing up like a cotton ball, she mused.
After a little fumbling, she got a good measurement. She picked her phone back up. "It's twenty-three inches now. Why?"
"Well, you certainly can't be seen walking around town like that," Claire thought. "Okay, I've got your transformation now, as well as your dare."
"Can we please not make this any more complicated than it already is?" Jennifer pleaded. She was having the worst day for phone calls.
"Oh, but this is going to be great!" Claire coaxed. "All right, your wool will not stop growing an inch per minute, but from now on it will grow out gold. Get it? You'll have a golden fleece."
Although this meant more riches, obviously, Jennifer was not all that amused.
"Nobody besides the two of us will find it odd that your wool has changed, nor will they think its rapid growing and your shaggy appearance are weird, either. Now, I dare you to get yourself over here so we can have some real fun. Then we'll get your nice locks to stop."
Jennifer heard Claire hang up the phone. That girl was insane. She was probably going to trap Jen in a huge web and eat her for dinner once she stripped off and sold her priceless tresses. Speaking of which, she was already beginning to see at the roots on her arm a yellow glint that shone among the jet black waves.
So she was stuck with this sheep-style bigfoot costume and a dare that would place her in the clutches of the spider-girl she created. The sooner she got over there, however, the sooner she could get this ridiculously heavy coat off of her for good.