Blonde with highlights

"Jim! Do you mind?"

He got up from his desk and quickly walked to the kitchen where he found Laura struggling to lift a bag of groceries from the floor onto the kitchen table. With the five other bags on the floor next to her, he knew she had stocked up for the week, something that she had always done since they were going out and first lived together, so he just learned by now to overlook the hassle and helped grab the bag from her hands before it spilt onto the floor. "Next time, try not to lift a tank in one hand, okay?"

She stuck her tongue at him but just playfully batted her eyes at him. "My hero!"

He rolled his eyes and spent the next part of the afternoon helping her empty out the bags and then left her to her devices, learning also that she had a system for the kitchen and he best stayed away from disrupting her concentration. Heaven forbid, during those times, he did such mundane things like breathe or exist in the same parsec as she. But, if this was how she liked to spend her Sundays, well, that was beyond him to really say anything about it.

"Better her than me," he mused with a laugh before he returned to his room and stretched out on the bed. It wasn't the first guestroom that he had taken over, figuring that he needed the room and his downstairs office was just the right size for him, actually, once he managed to condense his surroundings and make it more functional. Plus, unlike upstairs, it had the added benefit of a slightly larger (read nearly double) sized bathroom ensuite. It had been the master bedroom before they moved into the house but after fixing upstairs, he had managed to stake his claim to it and made it his own little man-cave. Now, well, it served its purpose as his own private bedroom.

He turned and looked at the questionnaire laying on the table and decided to see what the next question was.

5.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT COLOR WOULD YOUR HAIR BE?

Jim looked at his hair in the mirror across from him. He had mousey brown hair and he liked it that color. He, though, also loved the fact that it was a chance to imagine things if they were different (after all, he thought to himself, wasn't that the point of this exercise?) He slowly slipped the rubber band off and ran his hands up to bring his hair down and as he held it in his hands, he thought about some of the girls he had gone out with in college and smirked a bit. "Who knows?" he muttered before he turned his attention back to the paper.

I'd be blonde, almost golden, with some natural blending to create the effect of highlights. The color would be natural too, in case anyone checked.

Jim turned his attention back to the clothes in front of him and as he rose out of his chair, the start of the change from brown to blonde began. He spent the evening sorting out some of his clothes and placed them in the closet, hanging them up next to some boxes that contained shoes and other stuff and, despite the fact he was moving things out of the master bedroom and into this one, he didn't seem to realize the extent of what was happening to him.

With the last bit of clothes put away, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few selfies before picking out one and putting it up, hashtag #clothesheaven (showing the closet) and #spread, showing the rest of the room being squared away. A part of him wondered why he was doing that but when he looked at the likes and spotted his daughter Angela tagging it with a like, he smiled and sent her a heart emoji. He then spotted his friend Gavin with a like and he blushed momentarily before he sent a heart emoji to him too.

He finished using the restroom and as he turned off the light, his hair had fully reached its change down to the tips. Jim, for his part, looked like he had always been blessed with naturally shiny golden blonde hair, from his eye brows to his long mane of hair now reaching the middle of his back, to the sparse leg and arm hair, even his pubic hair had taken on the appropriate color. No one, looking at him, would consider him to have dyed anything, though it looked just a bit too natural to be fully believed that it was purely his.

He slipped into an oversized shirt, a christmas gift from Angela, and slipped underneath the covers of his bed, pausing momentarily to look at the blue sheets they had spread out a few days ago and resolving that he would stop by the store to get a nice rose set he had his eye on. Lastly, before he turned off the light, he looked at the quiz next to his bed.

6.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT COLOR WOULD YOUR EYES BE?