Chapter 9
by 
Kubedgirl
Do you. . .
Remove the wig
Annoyed, you grip the silky blonde hair and yank it off. A sharp gasp of pain escapes your lips as you pull and feel a sharp sting in your scalp.
Your heart beats faster as you give a gentler tug on the wig, feeling it pull against your head yet again. Gingerly, you explore the soft, smooth blonde hair with your finger tips, seeking out a seem or separation that just isn't there.
You're stunned as you realize that, somehow, this stunningly straight blonde hair is indeed a part of you now.
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