She proceeded to wash my hair and then apply a very cooling liquid,

I was put under the dryer, and a little later when the bonnet was re- moved I saw myself with pure white hair.

"Oh, it looks horrible!"

"We're nowhere near done, Miss. I have to apply the color now. We have to take your hair below the color level that you want so that the color is pure."

She applied another liquid, and did the dryer thing again, after this session I was a soft golden blonde.

"How do you like that color, now?" she asked.

"It's just beautiful, I can't wait to see what it'll be like styled."

"That's the next thing." She began pinning and gently snipping the ends of my now blonde tresses. After she was done she rolled my hair and set me back under the dryer. When it was finally combed out, I saw that my worries about my hairstyle were over. Bill, I was sure would be happy with my appearance, and it was soft enough to bury his head in anytime. As I slipped back into my sweater, I noticed how well the light hair color went with the pastel shade. With a smile I wondered, how Jean would react to my latest change.

I didn't have long to wait, as she was waiting in the anteroom for me. The only problem was that she didn't recognize me at first! I had to call her name twice before she lost the stunned expression on her face.

"Brenda, what did you do to yourself?"

"Don't you like it? I told you I needed a nice style for my date to- morrow night."

"I love it, it frames your face so nicely, but the color. . . I didn't ex- pect you to do that. You didn't even say anything to me!"

"Well, a girls got to have her secrets . . . actually it was a spur of the moment thing. Does it look too garish?"

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