Hard As Hoof (Preview)

Jerry gazed into his bathroom mirror with a proud grin upon his face. He declared loudly and proudly, “New year, new me!”

He was excited. How could he not? Looking in his hand, he held the key. It was a hair gel bottle with the odd title of “Hard As Hoof”.

The bottle had been bought from a specialized shop that took a while to track down. However, the workers promised him that with this, he would have a brand-new look for the year that would satisfy him. All it would take is just a little use of it.

It was a big boast to be sure, but the paleish man believed every word they said.

Jerry gazed at himself in the mirror one more time. Enough of being… this. He fidgeted. Time to be something better for once. Just someone who’s not me.

He squirted some of the gel into his hands. It was bright blue and glossy with the bathroom lights shining upon it, almost giving it a sparkle. He put the bottle down and rubbed his mitts together before running into his dry, scraggly brown hair.

His fingers slid through his locks, his head tingling as the gel went through. He slicked his hair back, carefully going through every single bit. It felt odd, but certainly this was the key.

“You’ll look so fabulous using this!” “I’m sure everyone will love how handsome and striking you’ll become. All eyes will be on your mug.”

Those green ladies sure know how to talk a guy up. Still, they are professionals with this kind of stuff, so I’m sure I’ll be-oooh.

A tingling sensation ran through his head as he pulled his hands away. His hair quivered like a breeze ran through, his cheeks burning. I guess this is it.

Jerry focused on his reflection, his eyes on his slicked back hair. It did seem to flicker and shake like it was caught by a current of air. However, there was something else to it.

His unimpressive mop was growing. The unkempt mess was straightening out, gaining volume and life to it. Afterwards, his locks became wavy and styled, growing long and flowing in the back, past his shirt’s collar. In the front, the hair puffed out, hanging a bit above his forehead.

Jerry nodded. Not bad! With all his might and time, he had never been able to properly make his hair look presentable in his eyes. “I wonder if I should keep it this way or maybe finally get it cut likewait, what!?”

The brown of his suddenly brightened. Going from the tip of his pompadour-like hair and rushing down to the ends at the back, his hair went pink. It went to a dark, but also somehow bright and gleaming pink. It even sparkled literally sparkled and twinkled, depending on how the light shined upon it.

What. Jerry rubbed his eyes and looked again. What?