You take a long blond wig off the shelf. It's nothing special, just one of those cheap nylon ones that is held on by an elastic string under your chin. It also has a tag on the string that reads, "100% guaranteed satisfaction or your money back!" Yeah, a whole lot of good that'll do you on a free product. Deciding to fool around a little, you try to put it on, but while it fits securely over your own hair the string breaks the minute you pull it over your head. You can't help but laugh.
"Like, oopsie!" you grin and giggle girlishly.
The wig reaches down to the back of your thighs. You can feel the weight of it tug on your scalp and the platinum blond hair seems so much more lifelike, full-bodied and bouncy than it did a before you put it on. You're almost sure it wasn't as long as this either, but as you try you like, realize it's so much work trying to remember what something looked like exactly that was like, five minutes ago! Whatever, who cares where this hair came from anyway? It's pretty!
"This hairs, like," you say as you try to vocalize your thoughts in fearful desperation, but you quickly give up coz, like, thinking's hard and stuff! You giggle and say, "This hair's so beautiful! I love it!!"
You look around the shop for something nice to suit your gorgeous hair...