Berenice's Hair
Since she was little, Berenice had one goal in mind: To be become like one of the models she saw on the AR billboards.
It was what she desired. She kept letting her hair long, despite her mother’s protests of wanting to keep them manageable. It was her big issue, that her hair was thin and whispy and frail, just like her mother’s, just like her grandmother’s.
She fixed that as soon as she turned 15, with a black-market CRISPR modification of her genes that hurt like a motherfucker.
After that, her hair became thick and long and soft, becoming the envy of every woman she ever encountered. Even before her next birthday at sixteen, she had learnt a valuable lesson in life: f**k genetics. You make your own fate.
She ran out of patience at seventeen and left her small town
