Finally you arrive at home.
You rush to your bathroom, throw your new bought products in the sink and look into the mirror.
There you are. Your hair reaching down to the middle of your back.
The longer you look at yourself in the mirror, the less you can believe all this. This all has to be a bad dream. You have to do something!
You open the cabinet behind the mirror and grab a scissors. You need to take action and remove all that stupid hair.
You begin cutting in rage. Faster and faster you move your hand to get rid of that cursed stuff on your head!
After who knows how long your rage slowly fades and you other sense, damped by the wrath about the hair, return to you.
Your eyes widen in fear. You look at your hand and instead of the scissors, you hold the brush!
Instead of cutting all the hair you brushed it the whole time. How is this possible! You were sure you grabbed the scissors!
You thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of dampness on your head followed by what can only be described as a strong itching.
Your hair starts growing again. And this time way faster then ever before. In no time it reaches down to your butt...