A girl and her dreams
Angie, a very beautiful woman in her twenties, lived happily in an apartment in New York. She has an enviable body, some enviable breasts but her hair was by far the most beautiful part of her body. Her hair is very long, reaching her big round bottom. She took great care of him, giving him all the love and nutrients to keep it healthy and silky.
Every day she went out in the morning before work for a walk around the neighborhood. She followed the same route almost every day, but today while she was walking she discovered a new tunnel that she had never seen before. Shy but curious she started walking along the tunnel. On the walls of the tunnel were strange inscriptions that Angie could not understand.
At one point a light began to shine brighter and brighter until the whole tunnel was white. Angie closed her eyes, the light was too strong for her eyes. When Angie opened her eyes she found herself in the same tunnel but this time the writings on the walls were gone. Getting out of the tunnel confused she started heading towards the house.
On the way home she didn’t understand why everyone was looking at her very badly, as if they were angry about something. What she didn’t know was that she had just entered a parallel universe through that strange tunnel where all the girls had shoulder-length hair or very short haircuts like flattop or pixie, and all the men shaved their heads daily. In this universe it was very offensive to have longer hair than that and it was disrespectful to everyone. In the end she reached home after quickening her pace scared by all those looks she received. At home she dressed in a very pretty outfit and curled her hair in beautiful curls, put on discreet make-up and went out the door.
While she was getting ready for work, a rumor started in the neighborhood that a woman doesn’t respect and offend the hair code. All the people got nervous and planned to catch the woman who was breaking the rules so nonchalantly and make her pay. Angie walked out the door of the apartment block where she lived and hoped that the evil looks would disappear, but this did not happen. On the contrary, people looked at her more contemptuously. Heading to work and trying to avoid any eye contact she was barely making her way through the crowd of people on the sidewalk.
While she continued her way to work, someone got in front of her and pushed her hard in the back.
Angie, scared, said: I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I’m rushing to work.
Woman: oh no, you’re not in a hurry, do you think you can escape that easily?
Angie: I don’t know what this is all about, I don’t know you, let me go.
Woman: You think you can break the rules and make fun of us?
Angie: I think you’re confusing me, I didn’t do anything wrong.
Woman: Don’t pretend you don’t know what it’s all about, I’ll show you what it’s about.
The woman pulled Angie by the hair inside a courtyard where many people had already gathered.
Angie scared: please, let me go, I didn’t do anything to you.
The woman pushed Angie towards two men who each grabbed her by the hand. Terrified Angie started to cry, not knowing what was going to happen next.
The woman approached Angie and said: You know the rules of the community very well, but you still broke them.
Angie: please let me go, I don’t know what rules you’re talking about.
The woman: I see you had time to make these long curls, but you didn’t have time to learn the rules. I’m gonna teach you the rules around here.
The woman turned and headed towards a table in the corner of the courtyard. With tears in her eyes, Angie saw that the object the woman took from the table was a large pair of scissors.
The woman, heading towards Angie, said: Say goodbye to this mop of yours.
Then the woman took her hair and put it on both of Angie’s shoulders.
Woman: Let’s all count to three and I’ll cut these stupid curls.
The crowd then started…
1…
2…
3…
Cut this shit off…, the crowd said.
The woman, without waiting even a second, took all the hairs from the right side of Angie and started to cut it with hatred and with no mercy. Angie’s crying was now uncontrollable, tears running down her cheek and then falling on the floor, ruining her discreet make-up. It took her almost a minute to cut all the hair from Angie’s right side. When the last lock of hair was violently cut off, the woman lifted Angie’s cut locks into the air. The whole crowd whistled and enjoyed the event that had just begun. The woman then threw the cut strands towards the crowd who rushed to grab a strand of Angie’s hair as a souvenir.
Do you want me to continue? The woman asked the crowd.
Chop, chop, chop all her hair off, we don’t want to see any more curls on her head, the crowd responded in chorus.
Without hesitation, the woman plunged the scissors into Angie’s hair on her left side and brutally cut off all the strands that came into contact with her sharp scissor blades.
Likewise, this time she threw Angie’s brunette hair towards the crowd.
Humiliated Angie let her head down crying, thinking how much love and time she invested in those strands that have now been taken away without mercy.
Don’t think you’ll get away so easily, said the woman.
Even if the hair code allows you to have a bob cut, like you have got one now, thanks to me, the woman smiles, because you broke the rule we will cut a lot more of your mane.
After the woman finished saying her phrase, the whole crowd took a pair of scissors from the table and started cutting Angie’s hair shorter and shorter. Angie, looking down terrified, saw how her beloved locks of hair fell lightly to the floor. There were both short strands and long strands that exceeded 5 inches.
After her beautiful hair turned into a mess no more than 1 inch long, the crowd stopped and retreated.
After the crowd retreated, Angie hoping that all this mess was over, she looked up and at that moment the crowd started throwing eggs and flour at her until Angie was completely covered in flour and egg yolk.
The woman approached Angie and said: You can leave now.
As soon as she got the chance, Angie ran straight to her apartment, avoiding any eye contact.
When she got home, she slammed the door and locked it, leaning on the door to catch her breath.
What Angie didn’t know was that she would stay in these parallel universes forever…
