Baldness

The response hit Pamela hard. Scrap her hair to baldness? As in not a single hair on her scalp?

She nodded and said with moist eyes "please go ahead" A lone tear dropped down her eyes and she cleaned it off.

The trichologist nodded and gave her a form to sign on. Pamela did and she called a male assistant of hers to do the scrapping.

Sitting before the mirror, Pamela watched until her once beautiful long hair dropped to the floor. She looked different. She felt she had a face that didn't belong to her.

Looking at the stranger that stare back at her from the mirror, she mumbled "Louis, I wouldn't mind losing an eye as well if only I can get to be with you again"

"Sorry I didn't get you" The trichologist asked. She heard her clients mutter some words and cannot make anything out of it.

"I was only talking to this stranger that is staring back at me" Pamela replied and the trichologist sighed.

Soon Pamela was done with the treatment. Some ointment