Regular Hairstyle

Daisy stared into the mirror.

Seeing the face of Misty's sister instead of his own was absolutely surreal.

On one hand, the temptation to just mess with the various styles that he had some grasp on. But the longer that he looked into the glass, the less he wanted to do that.

Compared to his former mess of black hair, Daisy's was quite smooth. Yes, this was a wig. As he touched it, the fibers here felt like actual hair. Nothing could really describe it for the sensational sister, this new and alien feeling well worth the new experience. Even if he could already hear someone knocking at the moment.

Rubbing a hand through his new hair, Daisy's mind began thinking of entering the water. Dressed up in one of those amazing swim suits, diving on in... that sounded like a divine dream of sorts.

"Daisy?"

Daisy turned around, finding Misty of all people in the doorway. While not really pissed at the moment, Daisy had been taking her sweet time getting ready.

"Ready, sis!" Daisy answered and got up from the bench. For now at least, she just needed to follow her sister.