A shifting dynamic

(Author’s note: Heads up folks, this route will focus on hair fetish stuff. I left the opening deliberately vague so other routes can be added if that’s not your cup of tea. With that said, if you’re still here, enjoy!)

Joe tries to think of something he can use as a test, something big enough that it’s obvious proof, but not so big that any unforeseen complications couldn’t be dealt with. Thoughts of Becky keep swirling through his head, making it difficult to concentrate. More specifically, he keeps reliving a conversation they had a few days ago about her hair.

"You know, I think you'd look amazing with longer hair. Have you ever considered growing it out?"

"I appreciate that, Joe, but I like it short. Honestly, I've been debating going even shorter. Right now, it's at an awkward length where I can only kind of tie it back, but it keeps getting in my face. Don't get me wrong, I like the look, but wow is it annoying sometimes."

“Growing it out a little longer might fix that. You’d be able to tie it back properly.”

“Yeah, but that’d take a while, and I don’t have that kind of patience. Besides, I had long hair up through high school. I love how much easier it is to maintain like this. Not sure I ever want to go back.”

Her response there has always bothered Joe. He’s always had a thing for long hair on women, the longer the better. And he truly does believe that long hair suits Becky quite a bit, so it’s not like he’s just giving advice purely to satisfy a fetish. If only he could convince her...

It hits Joe like a bolt of lightning, and he has to fight to keep from facepalming hard enough for the noise to scare the neighbors. Of course! This is the perfect test case! It’ll only affect Becky, and if something goes wrong, he’ll be the only one to know! With sudden excitement, Joe writes down his first wish.

Becky trusts me with her hair completely.

The second Joe finishes the period, the words begin to glow on the page. He feels a sudden rush of power, the air stirring around him. It only lasts for a moment, and just as quick as it started, it stops. The only sign that anything happened is the sentence Joe wrote. It now looks like it was burned into the page, rather than written.

Holy shit, Joe thinks. Does that mean... it’s real? It works? I can change the world? Or is this still some elaborate prank? Only one way to find out, I guess...

Still shaking from the experience, he gets up and starts to unsteadily make his way to the hall and ultimately to Becky’s room.