Back home, you're feeling so stuffed you want to just collapse. Clay asks if you want to watch a movie, but you shrug it off. You just want some time alone. There's nothing going on tomorrow, aside from meeting Clay's friend for your haircut. You ask him to give you her number and confirm that she knows the way to the apartment. Then you wash up, brush your teeth, and go straight to bed.
You're not exactly tired, but you couldn't think of what else to do. You simply lie under the covers and stare up at the ceiling, thinking about how the interview went today, and what you should do to prepare for your next one. You forget about your unnatural hair growth for a while and just roam from thought to thought. Eventually you fall asleep.
You wake up bright and early the next morning. Clay is in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He smiles and remarks that you don't look any different from last night, which reassures you to some degree. Maybe your hair really has stopped growing.
"Her name is Betty Lee, but just call her lee," he says about his friend. "She'll call you before she heads over. Probably around three, that's when she gets out of work."
You thank him for the dinner last night and for his help with the hair situation. Then you head into the bathroom for a shower. It feels as good as yesterday, and you're suddenly reminded about how good the water felt in that lake in the park. You linger for a while, unwilling to shut the water off, but eventually manage to coax yourself to do it.
You turn to grab a towel and feel something on your shoulders. It's your wet hair. It's slapping your shoulders and the top of your back. You run the towel over it several times, then step over to the mirror to take a look.
You're not at all pleased to see that your hair has suddenly gone through a growth spurt. It's now over a foot long in back and just beyond chin-length on the sides. Strangely, your bangs haven't grown much at all. The bangs in the middle of your face still end at your eyes. The bangs get progressively longer as they approach your temples, where they hang at the level of your nose. Clay was right about your hair looking fluffier. It's gained noticeable body and is positively silky soft. It frames your face in a genuinely feminine way.
Why did it suddenly grow, you wonder? You get the feeling that you're missing an important clue. As you dry the rest of yourself off, you try to remain calm, knowing that Lee will be able to give you a proper cut again. But how long will that really last?
You put on some underwear and pants, and become even more annoyed when they don't fit well. The spandex waistline of the underwear is barely holding it to your torso, and you have to go three notches past where you usually secure your belt. The cuffs fall over your feet so you can barely see your toes.
This definitely isn't right. After all you ate yesterday, your waist couldn't have gotten smaller. And why are your pants too long?