Long, halfway down the back

Jim spent the night pondering this and by morning, he still was a bit unsure what length or style of hair he would like to have, if he were born a girl. For such a lark, this quiz was definitely more and more thought provoking, though a part of him wondered if this was a distraction long sought after for the tediousness of work and the lack of sex at home. Let's face it, he thought as he stepped out of his office after another mind-numbing exercise in futility, when a man hasn't gotten laid more than one hand for a year, that's pretty dry. Laura was still very attractive and he definitely had his highlights but the engine was definitely used sparingly. He was certain the drain in his shower swallowed more jizz than either of Laura's holes.

If the idea was to be something that he wasn't, and Jim certainly was not a woman by any measure, then he knew he would go differently. He didn't want to think about Laura in a bad light, she was a very good and loving wife, but she had hacked off her long hair and ever since had resorted to what the kids called "Karen" style hair. This, unfortunately, led to more than several snide looks and comments from younger people while they were shopping or out to dinner. He wanted to tell her that she had gorgeous hair and if she only let it grow long again...

I would like long hair, maybe down to the middle of my back, but with a slight natural wave to them, nothing major.

Jim turned away from his thoughts and settled down into his sleeping spot and turned off the lights. His scalp itched a little but as he gently scratched it, he felt the mass of hair slowly building. The next morning, as he got up, he noticed that his hair was now down to his shoulders. At first, at a loss to explain what was going on, his mind reminded him that he had always had long hair, that it was completely natural, and that it would explain why he was a bit uncomfortable at first laying down. His home office was a bit cramped and the sofa wasn't all that comfortable, which didn't make sense as they had two guest rooms upstairs in addition to their daughter Angela's old room. He was sure that Laura wouldn't mind if he slept in one of those.

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Being a Friday usually meant something to most people.

Not to Jim.

Laura was out again, probably boozing it up with her other friends, but Jim had brushed off invites from his workfriends to go get some drinks and instead just got home and sat down next to the TV. He had fiddled with his hair for a bit before he found an old hairband that belonged to Angela in the spare guestroom he was fixing up and managed to get his hair into a ponytail (do men have ponytails?) He pondered that question but then disregarded it as absurd, there were lots of men these days who had hair as long as he did and had hairbands in them. Who cared if it was pink? There's nothing wrong with a man liking pink.

After a few more hours of flipping through the rest of Netflix, he turned his attention to the clock and stretched. It had been a long day and he didn't feel like waiting up to catch his floozy of a wife coming into the house and throwing up over things (like she did the night before). He just got up and walked up the stairs, turning to the left and heading into his temporary bedroom and after turning off the main lights, slipped under the covers and looked at the questionnaire.

4.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?