The more you stare awestruck at Lisa, the more you love her new hair. It may be ridiculously long, but on her it looks divine. You wish to yourself that you could have hair like that.
You suddenly feel something tickling your forehead, and reach up to scratch it. Your fingers brush long bangs. Before you can react, hair falls over your eyes.
"Oh no...," you say in a dull tone. You've just wished Lisa's fate upon yourself. Your hair grows quickly, much quicker than Lisa's. In seconds it's spilling over your shoulders.
Lisa looks up from her own hair and gasps. "Not you too! What the hell is happening to us?"
Your mouth hangs agape, struggling to give an answer. You watch your hair touch down onto the bed and start growing a pile of locks just as thick as Lisa's. You stare at each other with baffled looks.
"Scissors! Did you bring any scissors here?" you ask, hopping off the bed. Your feet almost slip on the sea of reddish-brown hair. You walk carefully through the mass of tresses, which bury you up to your ankle. You're amazed at how much hair Lisa managed to grow overnight...and somewhat turned on as well.
Perhaps whatever curse befell you sensed your naughty thoughts. Your hair begins growing faster still. You look through the dresser for scissors, or even nail clippers. Anything with a sharp edge. Meanwhile, your hair pools in a pile around your legs. You go around the room, searching everywhere you can think of, to no avail. You begin backtracking the things you've searched, in case you overlooked something in your panic.
"There's nothing in here. I'll check the bathroom!" you say, your heart beating quickly.
"I'll be right here," Lisa says. She dumps the massive pile of hair she had grown since waking up off of the bed. It tumbles down and spreads out onto her side of the floor. You wade through the ever-deepening sea of hair, now a mixture of Lisa's reddish brown and your own hair color. You pull on the doorknob, but the hair is pushing against you. "Help me get this hair out of the way!"
Lisa hops off the bed and slowly makes her way toward you. She has to pull her hair along, which proves difficult with it as tangled up in piles as it is. When she finally reaches you, you work together to pick up armfuls of hair and throw them away from the door. Your own hair is growing so fast, though, it's adding almost as much to the pile as you're taking away. You back up and let Lisa finish moving the hair away from the door. She manages to open it just enough for you to get through.
"Keep the hair away from the door. I'll be right back!" you say as you slip out into the hallway. You run to the bathroom, noticing that you can't feel your hair dragging on the floor behind you. It's growing even faster than you can move! You throw open the medicine cabinet, but find nothing sharp.
You dash to the kitchen. Surely you'll find scissors there. After some frantic searching, you find a pair in one of the drawers. You can't help but shout a triumphant "Yes!" You run back to the bedroom, skipping over the hair that has grown in your wake. The door is open, but just a crack. You push through it and tumble into a thick pile of hair.
The scissors fly from your grasp. You shout in frustration, clawing at the bushes of hair before you. You plunge your hand deep into the two-tone locks, and finally your fingers touch on cold metal. You pull the scissors free from the hair sea and look up at Lisa.
She's pushing another huge mound of hair onto the floor. There is so much now you can barely tell where the bed's edges are. You climb onto it and show Lisa the scissors. "I'll cut yours first. Then you cut mine and we'll run out of here."
Lisa nods rapidly. She gathers her tresses in one big clump about two feet down from her head. You bring the scissors up to them and cut.