While on his way to "his former foster-brothers" room, TY stopped on the upstairs landing and peered down at his foster parents. "Gosh" he thought, "it's not fair that only Dustin get's to enjoy a new look."
As was the evening ritual Mark's face was pushed into the evening paper, as June stared blankly at some mindless sit-com on the TV. "OK" thought TY, "let's give June a new look."
Now June's hair had always been her crowning glory. She posessed long, thick, red, curly hair that cascaded half way down her back. But her beautiful hair would be taking on a radically different look real soon.
Ty grinned a devilish grin, closed his eyes and made a wish. Instantly, and unbeknown to June her hair slowly began to loss it's length. The crimson locks slowly moved up her back and sholders. Soon it was little longer than a chin length bob, but it wasn't through. It countinued until June was left with the shortest posible haircut. In the Marines it would of been called a "high-n-tight".
Up until almost a 1/2 inch above each ear her hair had been razor cut exposing the white skin of her head. This shaving countiued all the way around the back of her head showing nothing but bare skin. Above it the hair slowly got longer around the sides of her head, but still never exceeding an 1/8 of an inch. A top her head her hair was just long enough so it could be cliped into a military flat-top.
June, unresigned to fate, giggled at some silly antics on the inane sit-com, this caused Mark to look up from his newspaper. Now Ty had already altered Mark and everyone who had known June memories reguarding June's new look... that was everyone but June.
Mark looked over at his wife and just glared, he remembered how about 5 years ago she came home with that ridiculus haircut. He had first been attacted to her because of her beautiful long red hair, but she simply loved her new crewcut, and dispite numerous arguements, had it clipped monthly. Mark just rolled his eyes and went back to his newspaper.
"Well your in a wonderful mood", remarked June. The show ended and June turned off the TV. "I'm going to bed, Mr. Sunshine!", annouced June. "Suit youself" grumbeled Mark from behind his newspaper. Since June had come home with "the new Look", Mark wasn't often interested in joining June in bed. She thought the cut was sexy, he thought it was butch!
As June started to head up the stairs, Mark darted behind the door of his bedroom. He new June was on her way to the bathroom where she would vainly brush her hair each night. Well that little ritual was sure going to take a lot less time than usual, in fact with this new look a comb wasn't even nessasary, nor ever would be again. He knew she'd be horrified with her new look, but Ty altered her mind so she'd be unable to cover her hair with a wig or even a hat. He also would cause her to have an irristable urge, once a month, to go to the men's barber shop outside the army base and have her hair cropped into the same humiliating look. She would reluctantly keep and maintain this look for the rest of her life.
As she passed into the bathroom she picked up her now useless hairbrush from the counter. As she held it to her head she instantly felt the bristles on the side of her head. As she stared into the vanity mirror a shocking image stared back at her. "MY HAIR!" she screamed, What's happened to my hair!'