Blond or Red

„Would you rather have blond or red hair?“

This time Mike took the question more serious. He still thought that he is possibly trippin or hallucinating due to some **** or whatever on the card, but no matter how detailed he inspected it he could not find anything. But if he can at least consciously influence what the hallucinations are, then he would do it.

„Blond or red, hmm“, he thought to himself. Too many nerds he had seen on campus walk around with red hair, and the whole ginger stereotype is nothing he would want to be connected with.

„I choose blond“, he said out loud even though he was alone. He anticipated something spectacular but nothing happened. He stood up and walked in front of his mirror carefully watching his hair. To his surprise he could actually see something happening. At first only some strands of his hair seems to brighten up, turning from their natural wood brown into a golden blond. The longer he stared the more hairs changed their colour until eventually all his hair turned completely blond.

Mike stood in front of the mirror for a couple minutes and looked at his reflection. It felt strange to see himself with blond hair but he actually thought it looked not half bad. The hint of a smile flashed across his lips. Knowing that all will be back to normal tomorrow morning, when that stuff from the card wears off, he was nearly glad to see what he looked like with blond hair. He could have done without the nails though. With that last thought he went to bed.

The next morning came rougher than expected. Mike was woken by loud banging on his door. Groggily, he looked at the watch he keeps on his nightstand and immediately sat upright in his bed. He had overslept and would be late for class. In a hurry he put on some clothes, grabbed his bag and sprinted towards the door. After opening it he was greeted by Taylor, a friend and fellow sufferer of endless lectures.

"Mike come on we are la...", he stopped mid sentence and burst into laughter. "Did you loose a bet or is there something you want to tell me!", he barely brought out, pointing.

"What do you mean?", Mike asked confused.

"Your hair, idiot!", Taylor replied still laughing. The laughs got even more intense when he saw Mikes hands, with their still very feminin nails. "Or have you been drinking alone and wanted to explore your feminin side, haha"

"What are you talking about...?", was Mike´s only reply but it already dawned to him. He took a step back and get a view of himself in the mirror and he did not like what he could see. The same blond hair he thought was just a hallucination. When he looked at his hands, another chill ran down his spine, as he still saw the very feminin fingernail that plagued him yesterday.

"You good Mike? Now tell me whom you own that debt", Taylor said with a grin.

"I´ll explain later, we have to go to the lecture or we will both fail.", was Mikes pressed response. But it was true, they had to get to class or they could say goodbye to their degrees.

Five minutes and a new record in campus-sprinting later they arrived at the lecture hall just in time. Mike could see some curious and confused glances as people saw his new hair colour but he had now time to think about it. He sat down next to Taylor and waited for the lecture to start. When he unpacked his stuff onto the desk in front of him something fell out of his notebook. An already familiar card with its known design. Carefully Mike picked it up and he was greeted by another question.

"Would you rather..."