Jenny's stylist had a cancellation. With that opening Jenny pointed to me asking her how she thought I would look in a spiral perm. Quickly she replied how much fuller and bouncier it would be rather than lying flat as it now did.
Jenny reached into her purse for two twenties handing them to the stylist as she pointed to me saying. "My treat!"
I started walking for the door uttering, "No thanks, not for me."
The stylist locked her arm in mine turning me back toward her chair. She sweetly said that she understood how "change" can be a little scary, but that I should trust her.
Once again I started to rise when she cupped her hands around my cheeks tilting me slightly left then right as she told me it would give my hair 'life'.
My heart felt as though it was going to burst out of my body. I didn't know if I was feeling fear or the excitement of what I would look like. After she had rolled a few of the rods in place I just gave up resisting.
When she finished and turned me around to see myself, I couldn't get over the change. It looked as though I had three times as much hair as it bounced in little waves as I moved my head or walked.