As you gaze upon your chin length tresses, you run a slender hand through the silky river and ponder what to do next.
"You know, I'm not quite sure..." you start awkwardly and blush slightly."Why don't you go ahead and choose for me?" You finally muster after much thoughtful deliberation.
"Ok." she giggles, " If you insist!"
And with that being said, she opened a drawer near by and pulled out a long wooden brush with crooked teeth at the end.
" Why is it shaped like that?" you nervously ask.
" Oh you'll find out quite soon enough darling". And with a smile, she began her work anew.
You are quite cognizant in your chair, and you notice a change in her combing style.
Where it was once quick and precise, it now grows slow and casual, with the teeth pulling at your hair in a myriad of directions.
You glance at yourself in the mirror, and are quite intrigued in the way she is going.
Your hair hangs down to your shoulders, and has changed shape and hue. It has lightened up to a rich, medium chestnut brown, and has developed a slight wave to it.
Curiously enough, you are non nonplussed about the whole thing.
Indeed, it feels good, like how it should have been all along.
The hairdresser's slow brushing brings you into a relaxed sleep, and as you come to, you wake with a start as hair slams into your face.
It is now to the small of your back, delightful to the touch and is now incredibly wavy and bounces as you gaze.
Your hair's tone has lightened even more and now resembles a dark ash blonde shade, and you tremble with delight.
You hold a tress as the hairdresser combs and you can feel it growing longer, twisting and curling, and as you place it in front of the light, curls dangling majestically from your angelic face, you see that the hue is now a rich golden blonde, as though the sun has been woven into your hair.
Closer examination of your face shows other thing have changed. Long lashes tickle your face, and blonde eyebrows are in trimmed in a fashionable style.
A small smattering of freckles caresses your face, adding a hint of girlish innocence.
Yet what draws your attention most are your eyes. They are now a beautiful ocean blue, and shimmer with eagerness and excitement.
" You like it?" the hairdresser inquires.
You raise out of your chair, golden curls fanning over your shoulder blades, seductively over your chest, finally curling at the waist, crowned off with an assortment of curly blonde bangs that just dangle over your eyebrows.
As though waking out of a waking dream, you come to and reply
" Like totally!" And exit the store , curls hanging behind in a majestic curtain