Yul Brenner stared back at her from the mirror. Gone – all gone. Every inch, every strand, every wavy curl. Her hair lay in concentric circles around her feet on the bathroom floor. A thick mat of black, glossiness.
A few nicks from first welding the buzz-cutter on her scalp oozed blood. She wondered about eyebrows – should they go too?
She ignored the pounding on the bathroom door. The demands to know “What is going on in there?!”
A transformation. A liberation. A revelation. That’s all, she thought. “Nothing,” she shouted back. “Nothing at all.”
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Tale Weaver Fairy Tale # 77: The Ugly Duckling.