Neo’s hair looked like a panther’s pelt, sleek and black. Lexi stared with her mouth wide open.<br/><br/>“That is the shit,” she breathed. “Have you patented that stuff? You could get rich from that. Move over Lady Clairol.<br/><br/>“So I get red hair with this? Do you have anything in your bag of tricks that will make it curly too?” she asked, reverently.<br/><br/>Neo then puffed more smoke after he showed that his potions did work. "Okay, do I still look like I'm fuckin' with you?" He sealed the black dye vial, put it beside the other potions and grabbed a vial with a red, translucent liquid in it. He then handed it to Lexi and said, "Go try it yo'self."<br/><br/>He didn’t say how much or how little to use, so Lexi put a big dollop in the orange juice and chugged it. At first, nothing happened and she turned to call Neo a big con man when suddenly her guts felt like they were turning inside out. Lexi’s eyes went wide and she bent over from the waist.<br/><br/>Then what felt like a flame licked up her neck and to her face. The top of her head felt like it would explode. Lexi ran to the mirror to watch the roots of her hair take on the best crayon box red she had ever seen. It ran from the roots to the tips with highlights of magenta running through her hair. When all the pain subsided, she had the most beautiful shade of candy apple red hair ever, although it was still straight and thick.<br/><br/>“Neo, I think it worked. I look, I look,” her skin was like alabaster against the vivid shade of cherry red. Her eyes were large and prominent, like a painting of an orphan waif. Odd color that it was, Lexi was magnificent.<br/><br/>“Now, what, Neo?” she asked, breathless with excitement. “ This is getting fun.”