Amy Mah - A Bad Hair Day Everyday

“Oh yuck! Now I have blood all over my top! And just how am I going to explain that to Mom?”

And she continued the same theme.

“And speaking about explaining things, Abbs, my love, swinging from climbing frames and playing darts using one’s Hair is not the normal way to keep a low profile!”

Abbey parted Jilly’s hair with her fingers to get a better look at the damage before answering.

“Well, she knew about us. She suspected about me, and the choice was between sex on a cold, hard, dusty floor or an all-out fight with her. It was such a difficult choice! Perhaps I should have called you first to ask your advice?”

Zoe giggled.

“You always make the right decisions, babe! And anyway, it was your Hair that called Capillus for me to get over here as fast as possible.”

She rolled her eyes upwards to show that she was looking at her own Hair.

“And just think how embarrassed we would all have been if I’d rushed in to find both of you both naked and hard at it on the cold and oh-so-dusty floor!”

Zoe held Jilly’s face firmly in both hands to look her directly in the eyes.

“Don’t wash or comb your hair for at least a week, or the stitches will come undone. You can just lightly sponge the wound with warm water to remove the dry blood if you want to. Early nights, plenty of red meat, and no training—until next week, when you will teach me that fancy dart throwing, okay? What else?”

She turned away to look at Abbey, then looked back.

“Oh, yes. We will have private tuition, always just the three of us, as you are never going to be alone with Abbs again! Just nod if you agree.”

Jilly nodded obediently, so Zoe changed the subject.

“How are you getting home?”

“Er…. Daddy will send a car if I phone him,” Jilly answered.

Zoe pulled her up off the floor.

“Good. So go phone him, and you can drop us off on your way home, as I don’t plan to walk home dressed as I am.”

Jilly stood trying to come to terms with the change in fortunes, when Zoe raised her voice.

“Go on! Phone him! Meanwhile, Abbs and I will try to clean up the blood before old Jed sees it tomorrow.”

As Jilly moved over to the changing area to find her cellphone, Zoe turned to Abbey.

“Okay. Well, we now know we can communicate from a distance via our Hair.” She pulled a braid of her Hair to her lips and gave it a kiss.

“My Capillus is so clever! But also slightly stupid and tactless at times. Do you know he even warned me not to hurt Jilly, as she could make a perfect mate for you in the future. I think it was at that point I hit her!”

“Psychopaths!” thought Abbey. “I’m normal. It’s the rest of the world that’s full of psychopaths. First my Hair, then my girlfriend, and now my fighting instructor, any or all of them could kill in an instant and I thought I was the monster!”

Abbey lent Zoe her tracksuit to wear home, and for herself she created a nice pair of black leather pants with a short, blood-red halter top, which gave her a bare midriff. The Hair finished it off by taking on a blown dry look. She may not have been able to sew up wounds or throw darts like Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan, but she could still beat anyone on creative style!

If the Companion could have smiled at that point, it would have done so. It had taken a long time to transfer enough of its cells to the new handmaiden to start having any effect on the animal: just a few at a time with each and every meeting or fight. When hair from the Zoe handmaiden or from the Abbey Host would accidentally brush her skin, it impregnated Jilly each time.

The secondary handmaiden Host would have to willingly accept it for it to have any real control, but the Companion had been able to direct the right mixture of hormones to affect the animal every time it met with its Host. As a result, the animal would believe the hormonal actions tonight and the urge to mate were all its own idea, which would make the next part of the plan a lot easier.

It Started With a Kiss

Abbey lay back on the piled-up mats in the training hall as she rested with Zoe and Jilly after the evening training session. Abbey’s mind wandered; she was sure that a glorified week or two of work experience was not the best thing to be doing during summer vacation, but it was the American way in this state.

Sponsors and sponsorship were the best way to get through college, as scholarships in the martial arts were non-existent. Besides, even if they had existed, people like Jilly would have been the ones getting them. Abbey knew that Jilly did not have to worry about money; an Ivy League college fund had already been set up for her due to her Daddy’s money, and her work experience was to run one of Daddy’s smaller enterprises for a couple of weeks.

“Knowing her skills and attitude problems, God help any employee planning to treat her like Daddy’s little girl!” Abbey thought.

Zoe had done fantastically well with biology and science and was a straight-A student, but she did not want to go into medicine as her mother hoped. However, she was ideal material for drug companies, so she was going to spend some time at a research lab with the hope of partial sponsorship from them. If not, her parents said they would cover the fees. She also thought that if that did not work out for her, she could probably do very well as a hit man for the mob.

As for Abbey, she knew Mom wanted her to go to college and get into a good career before settling down, but things were getting harder. She knew that she would not stay a straight-A student once she started college, and she also felt so guilty as Mom was already putting Tom through college; the extra fees for her would put a strain on her savings. Both she and Will had been offered a week at one of the largest science-based companies in the state who had their offices in town, and they did give out sponsorships with strings attached, of course. But even if it were just a few thousand dollars, it would help…

Zoe got up and suggested hot drinks. She had brought her own tin of chocolate powder with her tonight. Abbey could feel her Hair take immediate interest in the conversation, so she raised her hand.

“Large mug for sharing over here, please!”

As Zoe left the room, Abbey could sense that Jilly had moved closer. She was just about to say,

“Be careful! Don’t touch the Hair! It doesn’t like it!” when she saw that hundreds of strands were gently covering Jilly’s face with soft stroking motions, and thought “You two-faced turncoat! Just because she gave you a chocolate yesterday!” She could hear Jilly giggling as it was now tickling her. She sighed and fired a thought to her Hair and Companion.

“Whatever you are thinking, the answer is ‘No’!”

Every so often, when she was alone with Jilly, the Companion had made suggestions. Tonight was no different.

“THIS IS NORMAL. JILLY LIKES YOU, AND SHE WILL MAKE A GOOD FRIEND.”

Again, Abbey replied in her mind.

“No. It is my body, and I am not interested. I am a girl, and I like guys. And, well, also Zoe… Heck! Stop trying to confuse me!”

And again, new thoughts appeared, which were not hers.

“SHE DOES LIKE YOU. SHE HAS A NICE BODY. WHY FIGHT YOUR NEEDS?”

Abbey lay back and closed her eyes.

“Go get a haircut! I’m not interested!”

There was movement, and Abbey opened her eyes to find that she was staring directly into Jilly’s. The Hair had pulled Jilly off the ground and pressed her onto Abbey until they were almost nose-to-nose.

Abbey sent a hurried mental message to Capillus for Zoe to get back - right now! Then, very slowly, she said aloud, “Jilly, this may sound odd in these circumstances, but please, whatever you do and this is very important - do not kiss me! Fight it!”