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MidReal Story
Cat Girl Barber
Scenario:Anime cat girl with very long, straight, beautiful knee length white hair tied in a ponytail. She is at a barber shop with a barber cape. Her barber is a boy with golden blonde golden retriever ears and tail. He also has long, shoulder length golden blonde hair. The cat girl gets a pixie cut. Making her sad. She immediately grows her hair back. Steps of the video:
1. Cat girl walks into barber shop.
2. She's greeted by the dog boy.
3. She sits in the barber chair and the dog boy gives her the barber cape.
3.5. She is told to let down her hair and she does
4. The dog boy washes her hair
5. He combs her hair.
6. He blow drys cat girl's hair
7. He cuts her hair with scissors.
8. He shaves her hair with an electric shaver.
9. He takes off the cape and shows the cat girl her pixie cut.
10. She gets shocked then sad.
11. She grows her hair back.
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Kaito
patient, and friendly. Kaito has a unique appearance with golden blonde hair and ears, resembling a dog. He enjoys experimenting with hair styles and color. He meets a cat girl in his barbershop, which sparks his curiosity. Despite her initial reaction to her new haircut, Kaito is pleased with the encounter and hopes to see her again.
Cat Girl
sensitive, and adventurous. She has long kneelength white hair and feline features, earning her the nickname "cat girl." Despite her initial excitement and trust towards Kaito, she becomes upset when he gives her a pixie cut. She quickly grows her hair back, revealing an underlying magical connection to her hair. The encounter leaves both curious about each other's worlds.
The cat girl with very long, straight, beautiful knee length white hair tied in a ponytail walked into my shop.
She was wearing a black dress and had a small smile on her face.
I was happy to see her because I hadn't had any customers all day.
"Hello! Welcome to my shop. I am happy to have you here."
I greeted her and showed her the way to the barber chairs.
She smiled and nodded her head, and I could tell she was excited to get her hair done.
I gave her the barber cape and put the chair up higher so she could sit down comfortably.
"Please let down your hair," I said.
And she did.
Her hair fell down and covered her shoulders and back.
It was so long and beautiful, pure white, like freshly fallen snow.
I couldn't help but touch it gently as I wasn't able to decide what kind of haircut would suit her best.
"May I ask what kind of haircut you would like today? Or you can leave it up to me if you like."
I asked her.
"I don't know yet. You can decide," she said with a smile.
"Great! Let me wash your hair first."
I led her to the washing area and started with washing her hair gently, not wanting to mess up her beautiful tied ponytail hairstyle.
After washing her hair, I took her back to the barber chair and combed her hair gently with my fingers.
I pick up my scissors, studying the way her hair falls and the texture of it.
The metallic snip echoes through the quiet shop as I make the first cut near her shoulders.
Long white strands fall to the floor.
She watches silently in the mirror as I work methodically, shortening sections around her ears and nape.
My fingers guide each precise cut, gradually transforming her flowing locks into a close-cropped style.
I shape the top layers to frame her face, trimming carefully around her cat ears.
The electric trimmer buzzes to life as I clean up the edges, revealing the final pixie cut.
"Why did you choose such a drastic change?" I asked, curious about her decision.
She looked at me through the mirror, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability.
"I needed to let go of the past," she replied softly, "and this is my first step."
I finish the final touches, carefully trimming around her ears.
The white hair scattered across the floor catches the afternoon light.
Taking a fresh towel from the warmer, I notice her eyes fixed on her reflection, wide with shock.
Her hands grip the armrests tightly, knuckles turning white.
Before I can hand her the warm towel, tears well up in her eyes.
She touches her short hair tentatively, fingers trembling.
The mirror shows her distress clearly now.
Suddenly, white strands begin emerging from her scalp, growing rapidly like time-lapse photography.
I stand frozen, watching in amazement as her hair lengthens, passing her shoulders and flowing down her back like a waterfall of white silk.
The cat girl's eyes remain closed, her breathing steady as if in a trance.
My hands still grip the warm towel, forgotten in the surreal moment.
The growing strands brush against the cape, creating a soft rustling sound in the quiet shop.
When her hair finally reaches her knees again, she opens her eyes and meets my gaze in the mirror.
Without a word, she stands up, letting the cape fall away.
As she turns to leave, the bell above the door chimes.
An elderly woman enters, her wrinkled face set in a stern expression.
She's dressed in traditional clothes, her long grey hair pulled back tightly.
Her gnarled fingers clutch a small wooden box.
Her eyes fix on the cat girl's restored hair as she shuffles towards us.
I step between them, protective of my unusual client.
The cat girl moves past me, and the old woman opens the box, revealing a silver hair pin decorated with small bells.
"This can control unwanted hair growth," she says with a knowing smile that makes me uneasy.
The cat girl reaches for the pin, her hand trembling.
"Why are you helping me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
The old woman chuckles softly, "Because your mother once helped me when I was lost."
The cat girl's eyes widen in surprise, "You knew my mother?"