You're awakened gently by Sandra later. You blink muzzily, your eyes finally focusing to see her sitting over you.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead. We've been out about ten hours. Time to have fun!"
You grumble muzzily and start to get up. Sandra is already dressed and fumbling with her boots. She's eschewed the ponytail she had her hair in for the natural
look, and you're not sure if it's just bedhead or if her hair actually seems a little longer. She certainly looks quite the wild woman, and you find yourself in much the
same situation as you brush your hair out of your face. It seems a bit odd, but you shrug it off. After all, you're out in the woods, and being a little wild-looking
sounds fun.
Sandra, grumbling, finally gets her boots on, and you struggle with yours. Maybe you're retaining a little water, but they seem tight. Loosening the laces, you get
them on, and you both step out into the moonlight.
"I bet there are some great trails up in those mountains," Sandra says, and you nod in agreement.
Walking along the trail in the dappled moonlight is simply delightful, if for nothing than the illusions the silvery beams seem to weave. You blink, looking at Sandra
as you walk, marveling at the way streaks of white and grey seem to be working their way through her wild hair. The setting suits her, and she seems to be enjoying
the outdoors thoroughly.
You run a hand absentmindedly through your own hair as you continue to hike, and reaching the end of the strand you are twirling leaves you with the odd
impression that it shouldn't be that long. You stop for a moment and actually hold it up to your face to examine it.
Your suspicions are frighteningly confirmed as you realize that your hair is, indeed, a good six inches longer, and shot through with grey!
"Hey, come on, you!"
You look up at Sandra for the first time since seeing your own hair, and you realize that you weren't hallucinating. She is noticeably changed! Her hair hangs about
her like some wild cloak, dangling down to near her ass, with two definite shocks of white hair, one at each temple. She smiles, and you're disturbed to see that her
teeth are bestial, baring canine fangs that glint in the moonlight.
"I'll race you!"
With that, she takes off at a full run, and you hear her shout as she goes, a noise that degrades into something like...a howl?