((Oh boy! Notepad!  Best thing that I've got... So, here goes my first attempt at writing.  Hopefully, it'll just flow since I'm not forced to do anything specific.))

	Finally, we've got the salon open.  Took a little tracking down to get the permits, but, construction and set up itself was hardly any work.  Glad I hung onto that mirror I met from the teleporter chick.  So, for, well, later references, memories, and just for the hell of it, I've decided to start my little journal of the more entertaining days working at the salon.  With that, I guess it's best to start from the beginning.  You need a name.  From herein, you, journal, are named Ragnarok...  No, that's cheezy, too typical of me.  Mina.  That's good.  No, two n's, just because.  Alright then Minna-sama, to the beginning!

	Lilly won't be working for us, but, I wouldn't be surprised if she stopped by.  I can't say she and I do or don't get along.  We fight, but, we kinda fuck around too.  I guess she's like family to me and my sister but, not actually family.  Like an aunt or cousin that married in.  I don't know, I can't really explain it all that well.  The one thing the three of us definaly have in common is our infatuation with long hair.  Like, really long.  Rapunzel long, hence, the name.  Amongst us three, since I'm talking about her, Lilly's is the longest.  She wears it longer, but it can be as long as she wants it, whenever she wants.  And she can move it around freely too, reshape it, reinforce it, anything she likes.  Makes for a pretty nifty on-the-fly weapon during one of those combat scenarios.  My sister and I are identical twins, save that we're appropriately endowed for our gender.  Up until recently you couldn't tell us apart from behind.  We keep our hair exactly the same, length, sheen, texture, everything.  It wasn't until we were mixed up by the wrong people that we went for dying the ends of our hair.  Since we're both pushing calf-length locks, we went for dying the last foot; I went red, she went blue.  Not hard, yeah?  

	Yes, you don't see it often, but I am a guy who wears my hair past my knees.  I like it.  Lot of girls like it too.  

	Next order of business is covering the nature of our business.  My sister and I are ninja.  I know a lot of people have different ideas of what ninja are, so, I suppose a breakdown is necessary.  Yes, we've both been involved in those drawn out fights over who's got the better tactic and fighting ability.  We've both taken dangerous jobs for money, though, honestly, I've taken more of the killing type, and my sister handles the reconnassance stuff.  She's really got the better suited body for it, y'know?  So, that out of the way, we've accumulated a good deal of funding so that we can not only stay in business, but afford to do so with the intention of not charging our customers.  Pretty nice, yeah?  

	So, you're probably asking Minna, "What do ninja know about cosmetology?"  Not a whole lot really, but, enough that we know what looks good, and what we like.  The primary aspect though, is a technique we've learned.  It's probably better to be explained scientifically, than using convoluted ninja logic.  Basically we; Zelda, Lilly (her too, again), and myself; have the ability to send biological signals to each cell in anything that has them.  We can command the cells to either die off, divide, reassign, expend energy, etc.  Basically, we can control a person's body at the cellular level.  Now, we can't command them as a person to do as we say, but, this basically equates to changing what they look like.  Sure, it works on plants too, but, we're not gardeners or climing a beanstalk into a castle in the sky.  

	Since we're operating as a hair salon, our primary focus is hair, and making it as long and beautiful as possible.  I suppose, with an outsider knowing our intentions, it's pretty selfish, but, it's not like we're doing any harm.  And hair can be cut.  However, there's another angle to our operation; giving people confidence in their appearance.  Not everyone feels that they look good when they think their chest is too small, or they're too short, their eyes are the wrong color.  Hell, even things like scars are easily handled.

	Oh crap... I'm five minutes late!  Well, here goes the first day!  And it's just me by myself.


	Minna!  So, my first customer was a pretty sad story...  She came in crying.  From what I pieced together, someone had thrown gum in her hair, which had been MUCH longer yesterday.  She came to me after she had to cut it out herself and, god was it a mess.  She hid it under her cap and it was all different lengths.  I can tell she tried but, it was pretty bad.  I reassured her that I could help do a lot more than make it look better.  It really cheered her up right away.  Since she'd calmed down, I'd gotten a good chance to look at her and her hair.  She carried herself like a teenager though, she looked a bit small for her age.  She had an interesting shade to her hair too.  I don't get to see strawberry blondes too often, it's a nice treat in my opinion.  
	
	I'd been bored before she showed up, so I was spinning in one of the chairs.  The one I took her to was the same one, which was still warm, and dented from where I'd been sitting.  I tossed her cap over into the next chair and watched her drop the rest of her bags with it.  She must've come straight from school to me.  I doubt she had any idea what I could do with hair, so she was definately in for a treat.  She explained her hair was to the middle of her back before the incident.  That wasn't enough for me though. With that color, and the subtle fact that she didn't have many other features to her body, she could've used longer hair.

	She seemed like she was going to start sobbing again.  "I was keeping it long... Taking care of it...  And then it was all ruined."	

	"You know, you're my first customer.  The first girl to step foot inside this salon." I told her, which seemed to make her smile.  "I promise, all this is only temporary."  And her frown came back.  I don't think she'd believed me.  That meant it was high time that I showed her what I'd meant.  As I ran my fingers through her hair, I could tell that tingling sensation had begun.  She relaxed, and tried thanking me preemptively, but I assured her it was too soon.  First, I took care of how uneven her hair had been cut. It was still short, but, it evened out.

	I could've sworn she'd start crying again, but, I saw that smile creep up on her lips.  "T-tell me this is just a dream.  It... it couldn't be real!  Oh PLEASE let it be real!"

	There was no way I could resist teasing her.  "Maybe if you close your eyes, it will go away."  She protested, but I could see in the reflection of the mirror that she'd closed her eyes like I said.  That was my chance to really surprise her.  All at once, I tried to get her hair down to the middle of her back again.  Only, I managed to get it a good inch or two past her shoulders before she opened her eyes again.  They lit up when she laid eyes on her hair.  

	"There's... no way..." she said, still in disbelief.  "It's mine but... it can't be! It's impossible."  But I was still further proving it to be very possible as her hair was reaching down into her lap after I pushed it over her shoulders.  Hair that color deserved to be long.  And this poor girl had been through hell yesterday.  Why couldn't I give her a little piece of heaven?  God, I still remember the smile on her lips and the look in her eyes.  I think if she hadn't been just sitting there, she would've kissed me.  "There's so much of it now...  It's beautiful!"  

	I could only stand there and watch her smile and admire her hair as I made it grow.  Finally, she started to show interest in wanting to see it's full length out of her lap.  As I helped her stand, she started to worry about the price of what I was doing for her.  I was more interested in the length of her hair.  It'd more than doubled what she said she had before, but, I supposed it was time I answered her question.  "You're my first customer, remember?  There's a special discounted price."  
	
	"What... else can you do?" she asked softly.  I could see a smile cracking on her lips.

	"What... are you looking for?"  There was no way that my first girl would want something like that already.  How could anyone know?  And I hadn't made any attempt to fix her... well, honestly it was hard to tell she was in high school. She looked a LOT younger than her age.  

	"Well, like, color... or... if it keeps growing, what if it drags." She couldn't keep from playing with her hair. I realized then that my hand was on hers, and her hair was about to reach her knees.  I probably should've let go a mintue ago. 

	"I really like the color the way it is." I told her.  "It's so rare and beautiful... I really wouldn't change it." She seemed to like that answer.  "And if you want your hair to drag... you only have to say so."  I'd seen her eyes lit up before but, it was like something straight out of anime the way they nearly sparkled at the idea.  

	Her hair spilled down her front evenly over each side.  She'd kept playing with while we talked.  The mention of her hair dragging made her speak up.  "I'd... like that." she said softly.  I'm not one to turn a girl's request away when it looks like it could make her so happy.  Rather than seating her again, I put my hands on her shoulders right there.  I sent the signals up her spine first before running them through her scalp.  I kept a close eye on the redhead's face while her hair grew.  I knew that the longer I wanted to make hair, the more effort it took, and so, the stronger the sensation would get to make it longer. Beautiful little cycle, isn't it?  Still, I had to be careful.  It actually took a little longer than I'd planned, but, I kept her calm.  It took about three minutes for her hair to reach her ankles without her actually getting turned on by it.  

	"There, that should about do it, unless..." I was prepared to make her hair as long as she told me.

	"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. I was reminded that she was pretty flat chested.  I'm not certain what had come over me but, I hugged her back, with more than the intention of letting it be a hug.  Her grip tightened around my neck when the tingling started.  "Nnnngh... what... are you doing...?"  My hands were on her back after all.  I can't help what people feel when I do this.  I didn't answer, I just held her while her chest began to grow.  I think it was more like holding her up than just hugging back.  I could feel that she wasn't able to stand that well as her breasts developed.  "It... feels so good...  Aaaahhhh...!"  She was starting to yell in my ear.  

	I decided to let it stop by then, and she just collapsed against me.  "You okay?  Is your bra hurting you?"  She told me she'd been too small to bother wearing one.  It worked out in the end then, didn't it?  When she peeled herself off of me,  even I was impressed with my own work!  I wasn't paying any attention to how big I'd made them, obviously, but they came out looking as large as my sister's.  E cups... or, mini-basketballs.  They pulled her shirt up a little, so a bit of her middriff was showing.  

	"I... my... Have..." She coudln't find the words to actually say 'Holy crap I have tits.', but she wanted to.  Though, I think she actually said it pretty well when she kissed me.  It was one of those forceful, unromantic but still pleasant kisses.  And she broke it before I got any tongue too.  "School's going to be interesting tomorrow." she said softly, staring down at her chest.  "Oh god!  School!  I have to get home!  Ah... w-wait... that's it right?  Uhm... how much do I owe you?"  I just shook my head and smiled.  Scampering past me, she grabbed her bags and her cap and bolted for the door.  "Ah... I'll tell all my friends about you, okay!  One of them has really long hair she was going to cut because I had to cut mine!  I'll... I'll send her over sometime!" she said happily before pushing the door open and running off.

	You know, I NEVER got her name either.  But, for my first customer, I'm damn satisfied with myself.  Or my work, however you want to put it, Minna.  And I'm already getting advertising.  WALKING advertising. Though, I wonder if she'll go talking about the boobs too.  Do I need a completely seperate licence for that?

	~Zappa