"Okay, we need to just stay calm, Lisa," you say, trying to sound like you know what's happening. "It can't grow forever. We just need to wait it out."
You sit and watch her hair for several intense minutes. It continues to grow, inch by little inch, and adds to the blanket of reddish-brown hair on the bed beside you. You and Lisa exchange nervous looks several times.
Your fear for her situation combines with your fascination with how beautiful Lisa looks. You just want her to feel safe and happy. The next thing you realize, you're throwing your arms around her and pulling her into a deep kiss.
Both of you pour your mutual anxiety, confusion and fear into your passionate embrace. You wish with all your heart that this kiss will fix everything. You feel Lisa's hair falling down the sides of your face in a steady trickle and you know something is happening. Lisa must feel it too, because you pull away from each other simultaneously and stare in shock.
Her hair has sped up. It's pouring out of her head now. Piles of thick brown locks grow around her on the bed. They cover her legs and begin to obscure her stomach.
"It won't stop! Oh god, it won't stop!" Lisa says, turning this way and that, as if looking for a way to escape from this impossible scene. Her hair dances as she twirls in panic, falling in fluffy cascades around her torso. The pile reaches nearly up to her bare breasts now.
"Stay calm! Just stay calm," you plead, knowing full well of your own panic--and, you are ashamed to admit, deep arousal. You're grateful the thick clumps of hair are covering up what is now a very erect member. Watching her hair grow longer and longer is exciting you like you never imagined. Even just the feeling of it softly caressing your member...
Maybe it's a thought of a desperate mind, or maybe you actually have decent intuition, but at that instant you wonder if your fascination with Lisa's hair is what's causing it to grow.
You turn your head from Lisa, but take hold of her trembling hands. She's on the verge of tears.
"Listen to me, okay? Listen..." You shut your eyes tight and try to think of something, anything besides Lisa and her amazing new hair. "I think I can get it to stop growing. Just stay calm, Lisa." You flash back to memories you wouldn't normally want to think about. Things you dislike. People. Turn-offs. A lock of Lisa's hair falls on your hands softly, but you slap it away and hold onto those thoughts. You've got to concentrate.
You feel your member relaxing. Your spirit calming. You keep concentrating.
Lisa says your name quietly. She says it again.
"Yeah?" you ask, not opening your eyes or turning to her.
"I think it stopped," she says calmly, as if her hair were a cat and she had to speak softly for fear of awakening it.
You dare to open your eyes. You behold a bed covered in so much hair you can only just tell where its edges lie. You turn slowly to Lisa, who has been covered up to the shoulders by the mound of hair that had grown in only minutes. Her hair, indeed, is still. Lisa tugs at a strand anxiously, and sighs with relief when she sees it is not growing longer. She looks at you with scared, tired eyes, and you look back at her with the same.
"Why did it stop? What did you do?" she asks.
You shift uncomfortably. Suddenly the hair encircling you feels like a cage. A vice of your own making. She had to know the truth.
"I...think it was growing because I wanted it to," you quietly admit, breaking eye contact with your love.
"What?" Lisa gasps, confused.
"I've never told you this, but I like long hair. Really long hair, like, you know, Rapunzel." You grab a clump into your fists, embarrassed. "It grew faster when I kissed you, so I thought maybe it was my love of hair that was doing it...I concentrated on other things besides you and your hair, and that made it stop."
Lisa is silent. You can't bear to look at her.
"I--I'm sorry," you blurt out. "I did this to you."
You're suddenly pulled into a hug. The pile of hair is crushed between your body and Lisa's...it's so soft on your skin, but you try not to think about it. Lisa kisses your cheek. Finally, you look into her eyes. They're filled with understanding and earnest love.
"You didn't do this to me. Maybe you helped, but unless you have another confession to make about being a wizard, you're in the clear." She pulls back and starts to push the large mound of hair away from her. She brushes a long lock out of her face. "Why didn't you ever tell me you liked hair so much? Were you afraid I would judge you?"
"I...I don't know what I was afraid of. I was just afraid," you say truthfully.
"Well fear no more. Except for what the hell we're going to do about all this."
The two of you look around the bedroom. It's impossible to tell how much hair there is. It covers the entire bed, as well as the entire floor in a sea of rust-colored strands. You wonder how it even spread out like that to begin with. Maybe Lisa wasn't far off when she mentioned wizards. Is magic at work here?