Dye her hair brown and get (mostly) dressed

Samantha came to the conclusion that changed her appearance the least. Obviously she wasn't going bald, and had spent all of her life with black hair, but she figured she could dye her hair brown and claim it was a phase.

"I guess I'll get my hair dyed," Samantha told the camera lady and started heading towards her clothes pile. Preempting her, the woman walked over and picked up the clothes, saying "here, let me help you get dressed."

Samantha thought this was weird, but didn't question it as the woman picked up her dress and bra by the chest area. Telling Samantha to lift her arms out, the woman looped the straps on her shoulders while still holding it together with the bra to Samantha's chest, her fingers making contact with Samantha's nipples for a solid few seconds as she fidgeted the dress back in place.

Now that the dress was back on, the camerawoman moved her hands to the edge of the bra at the clasps. Samantha was relieved that her nipples weren't being rubbed anymore, but she was preoccupied with where this salon was and didn't notice that, instead of clasping her bra at the back, the woman just simply slid it off her body, up the opening in the dress, and put it in her pocket.

"Well, the salon is Carolina's across the street," the woman informed her, "and it closes in thirty minutes, so you'd better hurry. Don't worry, I'll make room for you when you're done."

"Thanks so much!" a mostly-clothed Samantha chirped to the woman as she grabbed her purse and ran off across the street.