Wigging Out!
with Lola May...
One day, Lola May decided to cut all her hair off.
"It's itchy, and scratchy, and I can't do *anything* with it," she said.
Gosh, that was a bit rash. Lola May, you have a very beautiful face.
But I'm not sure the Sinead O'Connor look is working for you.
"Buy me wigs."
Plural wigs?
"Yes, dumbass. As an international rock star, I need disguises.
The paparazzi are terrible, you know."
Um, ok.
A couple of weeks later...
"Eep! I look all 60s space chick!"
"Oh, I like this - I feel like Janice the Telephone Operator!
I think this could work for me onstage."
You look very cute, Lola May.
"More wigs."
"Choppy fun! It makes my eyes look so big and dark."
You look very modern and stylish, Lola May.
"Thank you. I quite like this one.
I might wear it when I go shopping. Next!"
I'm not sure there is another, Lola May.
*big eyes*
No, really. I'm afraid that's it.
*scurrying*
Lola May, where have you gone? Lola May?
But who's this, over here? With beautiful, long, red, shiny hair?
Wait a minute...
Gosh, it can't be! Lola May, you look beautiful!
Where did you get that wig?
*butter wouldn't melt*
Suddenly your skin looks golden,
and your pretty eyebrows are there to see!
*blushes*
"Why hello. I think I like this one best." *strikes a pose*
"It's the most me. What do you think?"
Lola May, I think you might be the most
beautiful of all the Pulliplove girls.
"I think so, too."
Oh dear.