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As I left for work one morning, grumbling about having to park on the street, I dropped my keys in the grass. Kneeling down to pick them up I saw a rare thing. A four-leaf clover. I admired it for a second and then decided to pick it and take it with me. After all you can't have too much good luck. I tucked it into my purse and got into the car ready for a day's work.

Traffic was surprisingly light today, especially for a Monday. And I seemed to be hitting all the green lights. In fact, I don't recall stopping at all. The radio, too, seemed to be playing all the right songs, with minimal ads. The DJ announced that he would be handing out two front row tickets for Coldplay to the tenth caller to identify the next song. I hadn't heard the tune in years, but strangely I knew what it was. I called without hesitation. To my surprise I was the tenth caller. The concert was in two weeks. Now I just had to think of someone to go with.

I pulled into the parking lot at the office 15 minutes early. I working in accounting at a large consulting firm. I had been there for three years and was pretty happy in my job. The people were great to work with. It had the right balance of challenge and comfort. I sat down at my cubicle and took stock of my inbox. Smaller than usual, I thought. I set to it, and dug into the pile with surprising ease.

By about 10:30 I had finished. An unobtrusive beep caught my attention and I clicked on my interoffice mail folder. It was a message from the financial services director to come to his office. I took a quick makeup assessment and everything looked in order.

His secretary greeted me and ushered me into the big corner office.

"Miss Green," he said. "We've been noticing your progress in the three years since you've been here, and we would like to see how you would do with more responsibility. I think you are very capable and have had an excellent record thus far and we would like to give you the opportunity to be floor manager."

My jaw dropped. This was completely unexpected. I hadn't even applied for a promotion.

"We will give you an office and 30% raise," he continued. "You can start tomorrow, but why don't you take the rest of the day off to celebrate."

"Thank you, sir." I was beaming. I hoped I didn't look too giddy. I grinned from ear to ear walking back to my desk. I whispered the news to my neighbor, Dana, who gave me a congratulatory hug. I'm sure the news spread quickly, but I didn't stick around to find out. I could barely contain my excitement and I didn't want to make a scene at work.

I walked on air back to my car. I called my mom to tell her the news, and she was, of course, thrilled. I got in and drove aimlessly through the streets of downtown, trying to think of a way to celebrate. I called a couple friends who agreed to go out later to party.

Eventually I could think of no better way to celebrate than to shop, so I drove to the nearest mall. The parking lot was pretty full, but as I drove past the entrance to the fashion wing, a car pulled out of the closest possible parking spot. I snatched it quickly before someone else did.

When I reached the sidewalk I looked down and noticed a scratch-and-win lottery ticket that someone must have dropped. There was no one in site. I picked it up and took a penny from my purse. $5000 dollar winner! the ticket said. I remembered the four-lead clover and checked to see that it was still with me. It was. I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my body. I looked back at the day's events and realized that there was no way it was all a coincidence.

As I entered the mall I saw a lottery kiosk directly ahead of me. I presented the ticket to the attendant and he smiled and said, "Congratulations." It was an instant win ticket so I was given a check for the amount, which I promptly deposited in the nearest ATM.

I'm not a fashion maven or anything like that. My style is probably a little on the conservative side, consisting of mostly business wear. I went to the stores that I usually shop at: Ann Taylor, Banana Republic, J. Crew, but wasn't really impressed with anything. Down the mall a little farther were some hipper, trendier stores like Express, Bebe, and Arden B. I never went to these before, but I thought, why not, it's my lucky day.

My current outfit was a grey, tweed, knee-length skirt suit with a pair of rather plain 3" heals. In those hipper stores I was greeted with outstanding sales and sexier clothes than I ever considered wearing before. Now I tried them on with confidence. And to my surprise everything not only looked hot but fit perfectly and felt great. The real treat was the shoes. I don't really enjoy wearing heals, especially really high ones, but every pair I tried on that was 4" or higher felt like I could walk a mile in it. And they were all on sale. Another thing I never liked were thong underwear. But I bought a pair thinking that my luck could continue. And it did. I went into the bathroom to change and ditch my boring outfit. I replaced it with a thong, which felt wonderful, a pair of black liquid leggings, a tight sequin top and a pair of 5" heals. I could have stopped traffic with this look.

After my outfit change I went back to Victoria's Secret and bought a dozen more thongs. Some simple cotton, others smooth and sexy and others with lace. I also bought a bunch of fasion jewelry. I spent the entire $5000 I had just won, but got a complete new wardrobe, including some sexier work attire. I bought probably ten pairs of shoes, all with high heals, all comfortable. With all the discounts and savings I probably had bought $10000 worth of clothes for $5000. This was truly a perfect day.

On the last of my many return trips to the car to drop of merchandise I noticed a hair salon. I looked at reflection in the glass. I had always had great hair and maintained it well. It was blonde, elbow length and currently pulled back in a tight, business-like pony tail. I had last trimmed it about three months ago.

There is no way this could possibly go badly, I thought, after the day I've been having.

I stepped in confidently. The receptionist greeted me and had me sit down. Shortly a stylist appeared and introduced herself as Janice. She looked to be mid twenties, pretty; her hair was brown and in a chin-length bob.

"You must be Charity," she said. "What can we do for you today?" she asked as she led me to her styling booth.

"I've had an absolutely fabulous day," I told her. "I got a promotion, won the lottery, found tons of great sales, and I thought I shouldn't let this lucky streak go without doing something to my hair."

"So it's kind of a celebration," she said. "Are you thinking a restyle?"

"I think so," I replied, "but I want to leave the decision making up to you."

I felt another jolt of adrenaline when I uttered those words. Did I really mean that? I had always been a control freak with my hair. I thought about the clover again and knew that nothing could go wrong. Still the thought of taking this risk was exhilirating and anxiety provoking at the same time.

"Okay," she said. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

She undid my pony tail and and brushed my thick blonde locks. She took her scissors and held a lock of hair behind my head. Schnick. My hair skipped a beat. I had no idea how much she had cut off. She held the severed lock aloft to show me. It was 12" long. I gasped. No tears, just a gasp. I knew there was no turning back. She continued cutting. Hair was piling up on the floor. She sectioned the top with clips and started carefully cutting layers. Again and again she cut. The haircut was starting to take shape. Finally she finished and put some styling products in. A little gel in the front with hairspray. She blowdried the ends to roll them under. Finally she took off the cape. It was an asymetric longish bob parted on the right, with the longest hair in the front on the left. It was shortest in the back, coming just to the base of my neck. The right side was maybe 3" longer and the left 6" longer. It was very edgy and very sexy. And it felt great. She took me to another booth and worked on my makeup, giving my eyes a more dressed up appearance. She also added some foundation and blush. I looked hotter than I'd ever looked. I paid her and tipped handsomely and proceded to strut around the mall. I never got so much attention in my life before.

I started to walk to my car and stopped. This haircut is great, I thought, but what if I can take it farther. The feelings I had felt while sitting in that chair completely at the mercy of the stylist were indescribeable. I wanted to feel it again.

I walked back to the salon. "Forget something?" Janice asked.

"I love this look, but I think I want to go shorter," I responded.

"Come on back," she said.

I asked her to take a picture of me with my little point-and-shoot. Then I was back in the chair again. She draped me and combed out my hair again. She picked up a section at the top and, lifting it straight in the air, cut it 4" from my scalp. I gasped. My knuckles were white, but I was excited. She repeated this all over my head. She then started shaping the cut. She trimmed my bangs to about an inch above my eyebrows and cut the hair on my crown to about 2.5". Then she moved to the sides where left a sideburn on each side to the length of my earlobes. Over the tops of my ears she cropped the hair very tightly, to about a half inch and blended it do the longer hairs on top. The back she left fairly long. It reached the bottom of my neck. She thinned the hair aggressively all over and curled the back outward. Finally finished she removed the gown and added some bolder eye makeup. It looked stunning.

I admired it from every angle. Me ears were completely exposed for the first time in my life. My eyes really stood out. I handed her the camera again. She took several more pictures while I modelled.

As I was about to leave, I felt the urge to do more. I sat down again in her chair. She looked at me quizzically.

"Not done?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I replied.

Out came the styling cape again. I heard a pop and a hum. She turned and was holding a pair of electric clippers. I'd only seen them in advertisements or motionless on a stylist's desk. I had never dreamed of using them on my own hair. She move her hand slowly toward my forehead and stopped. I smiled at her and she pushed them deliberately back into my hair. The sensation was exhilirating. It was like a thousand tiny scalp massages. She pulled away when she reached the crown. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing but bare scalp in their wake. Again she pushed the clippers through my once beautiful hair, removing it with deft ease. After several passes she pushed my head down and brought the clippers up from the nape. This was even more sensual. I felt myself coming. My whole body was tense and I was relishing the feeling that was only too shortlived. I finally released my breath after she had finished. I looked into the mirror at the naked scalp on the other side. I was beautiful. She stepped away and returned with a hot towel and a handful of shaving cream. With slow, even strokes she removed all remaining hair from my head. After she massaged a moisturizing sunscreen lotion into my scalp I reached up and touched my smooth, bald head for the first time. I came again.

I was taken back to the makeup table and she tried to smooth transition between pasty white scalp and relatively tanned skin. The result looked incredible. I was bald. The normal thought would've been, what are people going to think. But this was my lucky day and I knew it was going to be perfect.

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