Alex gives himself a new hairdo

Alex stepped out of the shower, flushed but relaxed and happy. His appearance concerned him, but it didn't stress him out anymore. It was a solvable problem. It would be easier to revert to male if he looked more masculine. His shaggy red hair, now with bangs, didn't look particularly feminine on its own, but it did next to his extremely feminine face. It had served its purpose.

Although most of the cabinets were full of women's accoutrements, there was a cabinet full of men's items for the lady's special guests, including a folded men's bathrobe, an old-fashioned safety razor, and some sharp scissors.

"I'll miss you, hair," he said, "You served me well."

He began trimming it down as best as he could, dropping locks of auburn hair across the counter. It was going look haphazard, but it would look undeniably masculine. He wondered if there was such a thing as men's hair product when this bathroom was last stocked. In the medicine cabinet, next to some perfumes, an empty pill bottle (DAUNOMYCIN, 200 mg. PATIENT: PAULSEN, IRIS. EXP: 03/03/1982. USE AS DIRECTED BY ONCOLOGIST), and Brylcream, Alex found a small tub of glass tub. It smelled good to him, if musky and a little metallic. He warmed it up in his hands and set to work.

By the time he realized what the smell was, it was too late. His scalp burned brightly as his hair started to creep back down his forehead.

"No, no, no!" he yelled, "Why? Why would anyone keep that in their medicine cabinet?!"

He held his hands away from his body, trying to keep from getting the old sticky spunk on anything else. His hair was already down to his chin. While his male hair was straight and auburn, his new female hair was wavy and copper.

He looked more like an Alice than ever.