.... blond wigs. It wasn't surprising since every female in your family were blond. Even some of the guys, such as your cousin Tim had blond hair, but you were different with your dark brown hair.
"Please John. I wanna see you as a blond like me" Hannah said.
"Okay. I'll look" you growled, trying to ignore the growing feeling that you should just try something on. The first wig had hair that would have been shoulder length except that it was held up into a pair of high pigtails by a pair of hot pink scrunchies. It definitely screamed both Melanie, and cheerleader to you, as Mel wore her own hair in a similar fashion. The hair, was more of a golden blond than the honey blond of your sisters, Hannah seemed very keen to see you with it on your head, least until she spotted the next wig.
"No, Hannah" you muttered as you saw the next wig. It was a lighter shade of blond, and had a weird up do. It would had confused you, despite it's familiarity, though Hannah's presence made it crystal clear in your mind where you've seen it before. Hannah loved princesses and of them, Cinderella most of all. She definitely would have spotted the wig that resembled that of her idol. "Please. John."
While the urge to put on a wig were almost unbearable, like if you were spellbound or something, you didn't want to have a hairstyle like that. "Next" you said.
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