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Hannah awoke atop an operating table, eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. She looked as a normal girl should. She was garbed in a cardigan sweater made for her by her grandma, a pair of navy blue corduroy jeans, and a pair of white discount sneakers, not from a major brand. She wore a small hairclip shaped like a bunny's head - it was stylized, almost cartoony. Nothing seemed out of place.
But she felt it. Something was wrong. She couldn't put a finger on it.
She felt tingly. It was a low tingly, but she couldn't pinpoint where she felt it.
She sat up, taking in her surroundings. The state of the place... it was utterly unkempt, with surgical tools, various mysterious vials and liquids, and... some mechanisms she swore she recognized from museums. They looked like the sort of thing you'd strap a madman to, and try to bleed the detonation code out of him.
She shivered. She needed to get out.
"Ah, Hannah. What a pretty name for a girl..."
A chilling voice echoed in her head. Wait... it sounded familiar. These words sounded familiar.
Were they memories? They felt too real.
"So innocent... so naive. Such a fuss, such a bother. Not everyone gets to have a close encounter with one of my troupe, but... ah, to grant such a wish for a child is but a trifle."
She could put a face to that voice as it rambled on. The slippery Ring Master? He spoke with such charm and charisma, but... there was a steely bite to his words.
"I do know about you, oh of course I do. I could grant another wish for such a clever girl, oh yes."
Her attention turned to a mirror. A full body mirror. She studied herself, only to find one thing was out of place.
Her hair. What happened to her hair? It took on a beautiful, golden hue, with a silky quality. It had grown longer too, down to her shoulders.
It wasn't right. Her hair was brown. She cut it short too. Did... did the man dye her hair?
"Your favourite tale was Rapunzel. A stunning princess, she was. Magnificent long hair, spun as fine gold... the most beautiful child under the sun..."
The tingling in her body wouldn't abate. It felt like an itch. She subconsciously scratched her arm, but the itching, the tingling wouldn't subside.
She leaned closer. Was her hair... still growing?
"Ah, you know what my favourite part was? When Rapunzel was crying beside the window of her great tower, the Prince rode up and called out...
"RAPUNZEL! RAPUNZEL! LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!"
The voice was earsplitting, yet never escaped her head, her memories. The tingling only grew worse, like a fire spreading out through her entire body. She grunted, buckling to the floor, her view of the mirror breaking momentarily. She scratched at her entire body, trying to find the source of an all consuming itch.
In frustration, she grabbed the collar of her sweater and, with a SWOOSH, exposed her upper body to look for something like welts, chicken pox.
Instead, she found that she was sprouting... she could only describe it as fur? No... it matched the exact colour of her own hair.
But it was growing. Everywhere. And it was growing fast.
She yelped, falling on her behind in absolute terror, her peach skin increasingly smothered and suffocated by golden hair. One inch... two inches... three inches, in a matter of moments. And it wasn't stopping.
Hannah felt increasing discomfort in her pants and her shoes. Hair was growing on her feet and ankles at such a rapid rate, her shoes simply popped out of her feet. Hair was snaking its way between the seams of her jeans.
Suddenly, everything went dark. She felt the weight of long bangs press against her forehead, streaming down her face. She had to raise a hand to clear them, finding her hair was covered in the same thick hair. She looked like an overgrown bear.
She was getting a better look at her face, and recoiled. She was growing a beard!? She was too young for that, and... her eyebrows, and her sideburns, and... her entire face! She barely recognized herself! That was her!? This wasn't some kind of tacky parlour trick?
"I suppose the moral here is, be careful what you wish for, pet. You must have the longest locks in all the land now. And people will come from all around to marvel at them. I hope you're prepared for the attention.~"
The voice sneered in her head one more time. The tingling never stopped. She could still feel every pore of her body tingling. Would it ever stop?
She looked like a monster. She was a monster. She broke down and cried, before passing out.
But she felt it. Something was wrong. She couldn't put a finger on it.
She felt tingly. It was a low tingly, but she couldn't pinpoint where she felt it.
She sat up, taking in her surroundings. The state of the place... it was utterly unkempt, with surgical tools, various mysterious vials and liquids, and... some mechanisms she swore she recognized from museums. They looked like the sort of thing you'd strap a madman to, and try to bleed the detonation code out of him.
She shivered. She needed to get out.
"Ah, Hannah. What a pretty name for a girl..."
A chilling voice echoed in her head. Wait... it sounded familiar. These words sounded familiar.
Were they memories? They felt too real.
"So innocent... so naive. Such a fuss, such a bother. Not everyone gets to have a close encounter with one of my troupe, but... ah, to grant such a wish for a child is but a trifle."
She could put a face to that voice as it rambled on. The slippery Ring Master? He spoke with such charm and charisma, but... there was a steely bite to his words.
"I do know about you, oh of course I do. I could grant another wish for such a clever girl, oh yes."
Her attention turned to a mirror. A full body mirror. She studied herself, only to find one thing was out of place.
Her hair. What happened to her hair? It took on a beautiful, golden hue, with a silky quality. It had grown longer too, down to her shoulders.
It wasn't right. Her hair was brown. She cut it short too. Did... did the man dye her hair?
"Your favourite tale was Rapunzel. A stunning princess, she was. Magnificent long hair, spun as fine gold... the most beautiful child under the sun..."
The tingling in her body wouldn't abate. It felt like an itch. She subconsciously scratched her arm, but the itching, the tingling wouldn't subside.
She leaned closer. Was her hair... still growing?
"Ah, you know what my favourite part was? When Rapunzel was crying beside the window of her great tower, the Prince rode up and called out...
"RAPUNZEL! RAPUNZEL! LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!"
The voice was earsplitting, yet never escaped her head, her memories. The tingling only grew worse, like a fire spreading out through her entire body. She grunted, buckling to the floor, her view of the mirror breaking momentarily. She scratched at her entire body, trying to find the source of an all consuming itch.
In frustration, she grabbed the collar of her sweater and, with a SWOOSH, exposed her upper body to look for something like welts, chicken pox.
Instead, she found that she was sprouting... she could only describe it as fur? No... it matched the exact colour of her own hair.
But it was growing. Everywhere. And it was growing fast.
She yelped, falling on her behind in absolute terror, her peach skin increasingly smothered and suffocated by golden hair. One inch... two inches... three inches, in a matter of moments. And it wasn't stopping.
Hannah felt increasing discomfort in her pants and her shoes. Hair was growing on her feet and ankles at such a rapid rate, her shoes simply popped out of her feet. Hair was snaking its way between the seams of her jeans.
Suddenly, everything went dark. She felt the weight of long bangs press against her forehead, streaming down her face. She had to raise a hand to clear them, finding her hair was covered in the same thick hair. She looked like an overgrown bear.
She was getting a better look at her face, and recoiled. She was growing a beard!? She was too young for that, and... her eyebrows, and her sideburns, and... her entire face! She barely recognized herself! That was her!? This wasn't some kind of tacky parlour trick?
"I suppose the moral here is, be careful what you wish for, pet. You must have the longest locks in all the land now. And people will come from all around to marvel at them. I hope you're prepared for the attention.~"
The voice sneered in her head one more time. The tingling never stopped. She could still feel every pore of her body tingling. Would it ever stop?
She looked like a monster. She was a monster. She broke down and cried, before passing out.
...That was two weeks ago.
Her hair hasn't stopped growing, not yet, but it 'slowed' its growth. Not remarkably so. She must've accumulated a few feet of hair all over her body a day if it was left unattended. She looked like a hack mascot from a low-budget children's show, and her features had all been buried under mounds of hair.
Still, she persevered. Her first instinct was to try and hack it all off. She found a pair of rusty hedgetrimmers for just the trick, and tried to cut all the hair pooling out of her body down to a more manageable length. She left an inch everywhere. She wanted to reach the beautiful skin she missed so much, but she'd need a razor or a buzzcutter for that.
The night she tried that, she was met with incredible pain, as her body fought back. She passed out from the pain and woke up with her long hair all grown back in place. 5 feet of hair overnight. It felt so futile, and another foot was added every new day, at least. She stopped wearing clothes at that points - what was the point when you marched around like a giant gold dust bunny anyway?
It could be worse. She didn't have to suffer through the rigorous training others did (though she had her own special hell to suffer through instead). Her hair was warm, cushy, a nice pillow and blanket against the hard cell floor. If she cooperated, there wouldn't be any pain. She felt tingly all the time - a buzz that coincided with the constant growth of hair all across her body - but she had acclimated to it.
But in all her time here, she had hardly seen Sosê. The boy she came to see in the first place. Apparently he had to train by himself a lot of the time. She thought that was sad, but... it was understandable.
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Waking up again with the worst case of bedhead the world had ever seen (at least until the next day), she pulled herself together, feeling the walls with her hands. She didn't know anyone very well, and this may well have been the first meet up with others like her. She pulled one of her enormous bangs aside, trying to get an eye for what was going on, but strands of hair always found ways to obscure her visions.
A ropey, twisted strand of hair tied around her legs. She slipped and fell with a pathetic fwump, groaning pitifully. She stirred to try and untangle herself, only to get knotted up worse. Only by taking a few mental steps back and uncoiling herself could she scramble to her feet. It ended up taking far longer than she wished and she had to forego the showers.
Such is life. A shower would just making carrying her heavy load all the more backbreaking. She scrambled to the meeting place, nearly tripping over herself in the meantime. Somehow, she wasn't the last one to arrive.
She took a deep breath, a sombre expression completely masked and unseen to the rest of them. She tried to psyche herself up a bit. It was going to be another hard day.
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Her own brand of torture from the Ring Master was particularly unbearable, as it felt like she was being torn apart on a molecular level. Every pore in her body burned and screamed out in agony as she tried to hold herself together. Eventually, the sensation of her entire body pulling apart ceased, before the Ring Master dismissed them to their affairs.
Hannah had no practices. Rather, she had to take the day to get herself presentable for what amounted to a freak show exhibit. This could take hours, especially with what little she was given.
She was still visibly tense, unmoving and shivering. Eventually, the shivering stopped.
"Is... is he gone? The Ring Master...?" She whispered, uncertain. She really couldn't see a damn thing, could she?
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