And now here we were, no longer freshmen in high school, but in college, and each of us in possession of hair so beautiful that we could be shampoo spokespersons should we so desire. At the time of the agreement we had all looked completely different than we did now, not just in hair styles, but also in attitude and confidence. As our manes grew longer and our friendship grew stronger however, our lack of confidence began to vanish. Every time we were propositioned by a boy, or asked to a dance, or got a new boyfriend, we would pulge every secret with the group, and after high school graduation we could tell that we had each come 180 degrees from where we started thanks to our support group.
There was Jennifer, who had once worn glasses on a face devoid of make-up and framed by a fall of dark blonde hair that tumbled plainly to the base of her neck, hair the color of honey. Through high school we had helped her discover the wonders of make-up, and after trading in her glasses for contact lenses, letting her figure develop, and letting her hair grow out she had begun to blossom into the beauty she would eventually become. By senior year her hair had grown out steadily and beautifully until now she sported long, thick, shining locks that tumbled down her back to the base of her waist, and after realizing how good looking she actually was, she decided to go back to wearing glasses. Albeit they were much more stylish and trendy glasses then the coke-bottle spectacles she had worn when we first met, but on her the glasses actually fit her personality, and she pulled off the smart, sexy librarian look without a hint of nerd. Strangely, nerds were what Jenny was really into since she was an avid gamer and brilliant student, and with her long shining honey blonde hair, slim figure, beautiful complexion, and trademark glasses, she was every nerds’ wet dream.
