There was nothing like a hot shower after a long day. And she may have spent more time enjoying the heat from the water then necessary.

Stepping out of the shower, she wraps her hair in a towel and walks to the mirror, wiping it off with her hand. Bending her head, she undoes the towel and beings to dry her hair, eyes closed, humming to herself. Hair somewhat dry, she drops the towel and looks into the mirror as she runs her hands through her hair.

But stops, mouth open, eyes wide as she notices patches of hair missing. Running her hands through the hair again, she looks down to see her hands full of hair. Shaking, she looks at the floor and towel, both covered with her beautiful hair.

Trembling, she cries out, in full panic mode now. Was it her shampoo? Was she stressed? What the fuck was happening to her?! No sound came out of her mouth as tears streamed down her face, the hair continuing to fall in a cascade of gold and silver.

The shock of what was happening hit her all at once as the strength went out of her legs. Falling onto her knees on the floor, she holds up handfuls of hair, whimpering as the tears continued. Her eyes betraying the confusion and fear she was feeling, hands trembling. She buries her face in her hands, screaming into them as her body rocked. She was ugly! She could never leave the house again, no one would want to look at her or love her. Her life was over, the one she worked so hard to build. Dropping her hands, she screamed, her voice cracking.

Slowly, she laid on the floor, legs tucked up near her chest, sobbing. Eventually, she had nothing left inside her, numb and dead, she pushes herself up. Shaking as she forces herself to look in the mirror once again.

But instead of seeing a hideous woman with no hair, she saw her hair. Or, well, it was similar to her hair. But different. Sapphires were wide as her once shoulder length hair now stretched down her back almost touching the floor. It was still silver and gold, though more defined, and much thicker with waves. But there was something else. When she moved, something drifted from her hair. Reaching down, she pressed her fingers into the dust, holding it up she looked at it. It reminded her of diamonds, prismatic and full of various colors. Shaking her head, she almost laughed as the dust floated into the air around her, then onto the floor.

As she stood there watching, her body began to itch. An irritated itch that seemed to go deep into the skin. Scratching her forearm, she notices as scales begin to come off on her fingers. Looking closer, she sees new scales begin to emerge, these looked similar, but were harder and reminded her of diamonds.

She looked at her self in awe as her body changed and became more in tune with her magical side. Something inside her felt as if it had awoken.