"Can you make it a little longer?" you ask. "I'd like to be able to style it."
The hairdresser continues brushing. She talks about her favorite hairstyles for teenage girls. The hair is just hitting your shoulders when a bearded, heavyset customer walks in and goes straight to the first barber's chair.
"Henry! I was beginning to think you'd passed on. It's been ages!" She hands you the brush. "Help yourself, hon. I'll be back to check on you."
You're left alone as the blue-haired woman and large man begin to chat. Despite his gruff appearance, he behaves very jovial.
You feel a little grateful to experience this on your own. You raise the brush and gently stroke your hair. It feels nice to have it brushed. You suspect the tugging you feel on your scalp is stronger than normal because of the rapid growth, but still you think of the future when you can sit at home and brush it more often. There's something relaxing about the simple motion of running its teeth through your thicket of hair.
It's getting quite long now. You're able to bring the tresses around to the front. With its faint shine and slight waves, you almost feel like a storybook princess. That thought embarrasses you, being a boy mentally, but you shrug it off as you continue to brush. You have it draped over your other arm, and as it continues to grow you must keep raising it so that it doesn't touch your lap. The stroking sensations lull you into a pleasant trance as you watch it grow and grow.
"How are we doing over here?" The woman's shrill voice snaps you out of it. You stop brushing and suddenly realize that your hair is incredibly long. "Now that's growing in beautifully!" she says.
You hop out of the chair and carefully unravel your arm from the tresses. They fall behind you in beautiful waves. You can't believe how long it is. It reaches beyond your skirt, and even below your knees. It must be at least four feet, and you can feel its weight gently trying to pull your head back.
The woman behind you swoons. "What a beautiful darling! Henry, doesn't she look positively gorgeous?"
The large man down the way makes an "ok" sign.
"So what would you like? I can make quite a beehive out of that waterfall. Or how about a crown braid? That would look just divine on you!"