Anna was beautiful, with her black hair styled into a bob cut, which she loved to keep perfectly even and spherical with weekly trims, and was on her way to the salon when she felt strange for a moment, as if the whole universe just shifted its center of gravity.
Anna shook it off and continued along the road in her patent leather pumps, black opaque shiny nylons up her legs, and a tight pencil skirt. on her torso she was wearing a jacket and ruffled blouse with a statement necklace and had gold bracelets on her wrists. Her eyes were made up with purple eye shadow and her eyebrows were black thin lines above her deep brown eyes lined with black eyeliner and edged with mascara on her eyelashes. She had soft pink colored lips and her skin was lightly tanned from her beach trip.
What she didn't know was that her style was now infectious and anyone who looked at her too long would be compelled to emulate her style until it consumed their originality.
She entered the Salon and her favorite stylist, a girl named Ashley with long red hair, led her to her station and Anna took a seat. She had no indication or idea of how big an effect her bobcut trim up would have.
