It took awhile for you to realize what you were because you were all over her head. It was like each hair was an individual you. As a hair fell out of her scalp, you simply lost sight/awareness that particular hair strand gave you. You were able to see and feel and spending the night getting bunched up into knots and balls was nothing compared to the pain you experiences in rollers, flatening irons and the like. Getting cut didn't hurt but getting permed, primped, straightened, curled, sprayed, held up, let hang....all made you sick. Having color tints was the worst, it was like acid burning into you skin, whether it was color being added or color being bleached out. Maybe it was the hair spray that was the worst. Maybe it was that nobody cared about you, hair was only something that was cut, colored, shaped for the purpose of serving to present your mistress in the best way. You would try to hold the shape, or lay flat, but the iron certainly helped. You became increasingly despondent over your situation until you suddenly became aware that you had changed into a.....
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