"I guess I'll be a punk for the party..." Andy said, not noticing the warmth glowing from his chest.
***
Across town, Mitch was finishing up typing his proposal when he noticed something odd... Was that *hair* on the keyboard?
He brushed his hand through his hair, and he definitely had a little less up there.
He stuffed on his hat and briskly walked into the bathroom, locking the door as he came in. He checked out the crown of his head in the mirror, and it was completely bare. The rest of his remanining hair fell to the ground in large tufts, leaving Mitch completely bald, with a pile of hair lying on the ground next to him.
He felt a strange tingling sensation down in his crotch and he removed all the rest of his clothes. His previously heavy pelt of thick black chest hair was thinning out and clumping to the floor. Soon his entire body was completely bare. Mitch shuffled his feet and the hair drifted away and disintegrated into thin air.
His scalp started to tingle as new growths of hair pushed out of it.
"That's strange..." he thought, "It isn't all growing back..."
In fact, it was only growing back in small circles running down to his forehead. His hair grew back to its normal length in those odd spots. Mitch relaxed, but then the hair continued to grow, sticking straight out of his head in extreme spikes. The light brown faded slowly to gray, and then to neon green.
He had liberty spikes?!?!?
A searing pain shot through his nose, lips, eyebrows, earlobes, and tongue as studs pushed their way through his flesh, diamonds glittering in the flourescent bathroom light. His clothes started to sag as chains grew from unexpected places, and draped themselves over his body. His dress shoes morphed into three inch heeled boots, and he stomped out of the office, heading into the conference room to give those corporate fags a piece of his mind.