Jen tried to pull her hair free but it became increasingly difficult as it continued to grow. After a minute of struggling (or should we say, 3 feet of hair later) she realised the task was becoming more and more futile as more hair got in the way by the second. It had to be cut. Jen reached over to her glove compartment and pulled out a pair of large fabric cutting scissors from a textile kit she'd use to make emergency adjustments to her cheerleader outfit. She grabbed her hair into a bundle at the back of her neck, placed the scissors around it and slid them up to to back of her head where she made a quick, clean cut. Inside her car now lay a 25 foot long pile of golden blonde locks.
With her head feeling light for the first time in a while she made a break for the front door and managed to get inside by the time her hair was half-way between her jaw and shoulders. When she stepped inside, suddenly her scalp felt as if it were being prodded with a thousand pins as once again each follicle on her scalp split in half and thickened to its full girth. "Oh hamburgers I forgot about this part of the...part of the...whoa," Suddenly Jen began to feel light headed, everything was starting to take too much of a toll on her. As her hair thickened she felt dizzy and a need to lay down. Her hair was already back down to her lower back. "I mustn't...no...I have get help...I need to call Kyl...Ky..." with that last thought Jen passed out on the living room floor, her hair down past her butt, still growing ever so quickly.