Seian's Hair-Raising Adventures

It was a wondrous surprise!  Seian's script-writing friend was invited to the Osbears and asked Seian to accompany him!  Of course she said "Yes!" and had a fun time finding a dress suitable for the occasion.  She selected a lovely deep burgundy velvet gown with a peek-a-boo front opening of lace.  The back was open and criss-crossed elegantly with a ribbon tie at the throat.  Flowing down to her ankles, she felt thrilled about the event... except for her hair.  Somehow, she felt it didn't match the dress and she went to see her stylist...

On the night of the awards, she arrived more glamorous than ever...

Her hairdresser had permed her hair into delectable curls, puffed up to the stars, and dyed it a rich auburn to match her dress!  Seian was delighted and felt like a queen!

But the affair didn't last long... all those curls were a nuisance to manage and poor Seian soon found out she had nether the patience nor the skill to keep her curls pristine.  She soon grew frustrated, then irritated and then really angry.  In a fit, she phoned up her stylist to schedule an immediate appointment, only to find her stylist was off on her maternity leave!  ARGH!!!  So Seian made an appointment with another salon that afternoon and arrived saying none to calmly, "Cut it off!  Cut it all off!"  The stylist, of course, went to work...

He lopped off half of the curls and Seian just kept saying, "Shorter, shorter!"  In the end, she had only shoulder-length hair, a far cry from the ass-long tresses she had only two weeks earlier, and then she proceeded to have the stylist dye what was left a carrot red.  From the salon she went straight to the Camoflage Club to meet her friends, and they hardly recognized her!   Still, they admired her guts!

Wow, what a difference.  Seian was shocked herself when she got home that night and looked in the mirror.  Happy to be free of all those heavy, entangling curls, nevertheless she wasn't too impressed with her new look.  It was "cute".

She felt she resembled a Cigarette Girl or a French Maid and that night she had bad dreams...

Very cute, right down to the pink laced panties...

Worst of all, the dye job had been a bad one and her hair was truly damaged.  She was now stuck with a look she didn't like and couldn't do much about.

What's the poor girl to do?

Click here for the continuing saga!

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