A conversation about my hair

“Did you start taking vitamins or change vitamins or something?” Jenny, my beloved hair cutting waif asked.
“Uh, no, why?” I asked as she chopped at my hair with something that looked like pinking shears.
“Your hair seems much thicker than usual.”
“I’m part werewolf.”
She stopped, and looked at me in the mirror. “Did you just say you were part werewolf?”
“Yeah.”
“Can girls even turn into werewolves?”
“I have no idea.”

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