"No" you said flatly, fully intending to wear another wig just to shut her up.
"Please, John. I won't tell. Please. Please" Hannah whined. You didn't believe her; she'd tell everyone within a millisecond, and embellish her story too, but thanks to the magic in the room, you found yourself reaching out for the Cinderella inspired wig.
"I can't believe I'm doing this" you muttered as you stared at the golden hairpiece in your hands. The hair felt incredibly soft, and actually smelt nice. After a few seconds of final resistance, you gave in to your new desires to wear the wig, and slowly placed it onto your head.
"Yah. You're the best, John" Hannah said, hugging your around the waist.
"Whatever" you said, knowing that your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. "I don't know why I even did this. Remember you promised that you'd remain quiet." Now that the wig were on your head, you weren't overcome with a desire to wear it. Hannah was the only reason you still had it on.
"But it suits you, John" Hannah giggled.
"No, it doesn't. Playtime's over" you growled. Ignoring Hannah's pleas, you reached for the wig and found it was somehow stuck. "Hannah. Did you do something to this? It's stuck to my head."
"No, I didn't John" Hannah said, as you gave the wig another pull. It hurt, far worse than it should had. Almost like it were your real hair.
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