“Leave your glasses at home?" I asked, a split second before the answer hit me.
“No, I decided to go back to contacts, what do you think?" Jenny was beaming ear to ear, but Nicole, Mary, and myself all looked at each other with a look of growing dismay. Later on I would swear that Mary had a look of excitement on her face after realizing what was going to happen to Jenny, but she would deny it vehemently. “Well come on, it can’t look THAT bad." Jenny said, sweetly oblivious to her impending plight.
Luckily Nicole was on her feet and shot back “Oh, no Jenny, they actually look REALLY good, we were just talking about something funny before you came in…"
We decided to wait until later to tell her about her hair, but the whole time at dinner I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful, long blonde mane and think with dismay that it would be gone in less than four hours. I would absently reach out and play with one of her locks, a habit I quickly had to break out of fear that she would catch on to what was about to happen. It was so thick and soft, shining brilliantly and silky to the touch, so much hair that was about to be stripped from her head, was this how it was going to happen to me one night? Would I be sitting there completely oblivious to what was about to happen to my breathtaking mane of hair mere moments before I had to bid my hair farewell? I took a moment to stroke my thigh length hair and hoped not.
