Haircutting and its consequences

Sandra could calm a bit. She hoped Lisa was right and agreed to get her hair cut. Maybe this is all a bad dream and it can end this way.

Lisa got herself some scissors and began her work. Cutting the hair turned out to be more difficult than expected. It was very sturdy and Lisa needed more than an hour to return Sandra from an almost Rapunzel style back to a normal haircut, although is definitely needed some clean up from a proper hairdresser.

„There we go, back to good old Sandra. See that wasn’t too bad was it?“, Lisa asked.

„Yeah, I guess you are right. Thank you“, Sandra answered a bit hesitantly. „I need a nap, all this was exhausting.“

Sandra walked to her room, closed the door and tried to sleep, and surprisingly she was able to doze off.

Sandra was unpleasantly waken by a strong tingling on her head. Groggily she sit up and was wondering what caused this. Suddenly a single strand of her fell in front of her face. And then another and another. Sandra eyes widened in shock due to the sudden realization what was happening. Her hair was growing!

As if on cue, the tingling intensified and more hair was getting in her field of view. Sandra brushed it aside and looked down on her, seeing the full extend on what was happening. Her hair was growing rapidly, and it was not only lengthening but also thickening. Strands of hair were cascading down her body and pilling up in the floor. Sandra tried to hold it back, but more and more hair was pushing out her head and covering her body like a coat. Sandra could only scream.

Lisa heard the scream and immediately run into Sandra’s room to see what was happening. When she opened the door though, the immediately froze, due to what she saw. Her friend Sandra was buried under her own hair. Like a thick carpet it was covering her whole body and it looks like Sandra would be crushed under the mass. Only Sandra‘s face told her, that she was not in pain or danger, albeit she didn’t look too happy.

„Oh my god Sandra, what happened?!“, were the first words leaving Lisa’s mouth.

Sandra look at her friend.

„I don’t know. I dozed of and suddenly woke up to a tingling feeling. Then I only saw my hair growing, and growing and growing.“

„Oh dear me. Can you stand up?“

„I am not sure. It is just so much hair!“

„Let me help you.“

Lisa tried to find a good spot for lifting Sandra up but that was not so easy with the sheer volume of hair in her way. In the end she decided on simply hugging Sandra and lifting her up. She got as close as possible and closed her arms around Sandra, simply compressing all the hair. When she felt that she had enough grip, the pulled and helped Sandra standing up.

"Ouch!", Lisa cried out, "something stung me!"

"What? How could this soft and beautiful hair sting you?", Sandra replied slightly absent minded.

"What did you say"

"I said how could something here sting you? It is just hair"

"Didn´t you say soft and beautiful?"

"No! Why should I say that, I nearly get crushed by this mane!"

Lisa didn´t press the matter. After all Sandra was standing at her feet again. But still, something had stung her...