It wasn't that Elegancia felt insecure with how she looked, or anything like that, because she knew how much prettier she was than everyone else, but sometimes she just felt so... Bored. It was the same habitual day-to-day way of her life that got her: waking up and spending ungodly amounts of time on her appearance. She loved to primp and pamper herself, don't misunderstand, but she just longed for something new to work with. Elegancia sat and looked into her vanity, looking for things that would look nice to change.

After careful consideration, she came to the conclusion that her hair, although lovelier than anyone else's, might have been a tad too juvenile. At Crystal, Elegancia had the loveliest locks compared to everyone else's-- obviously, since she had ringlets ever-so ultraglossy and princess-like. The brunette was proud of her curls, but they just seemed so... Juvenile! Not only that, and not that she minded, but they took so much effort on her part-- the styling, all the product, the precision required for it to look uniform... At any rate, Elegancia decided that the ringlets would get the ixnay. After all, she may have been a princess at Crystal, but in college, ringlets would look ridiculous.

The second thing that Elegancia decided to change was the color. Her chestnut brown and cerulean blue streaks were the colors she was gifted upon birth, so she felt almost criminal to abandon them. But she wanted a change-- plus, she was tired of people asking her if the streaks were real-- why wouldn't they be? There were many times when she became so offended because of that question. She was not trashy enough to dye streaks into her hair to look 'punk,' or whatever it was that the hoodlums did it for nowadays. It was funny, too, since she had seen people with all sorts of colors-- almost like a rainbow! She had seen girls with blue hair, purple hair, multi-colored hair, anything, you name it-- even an acid green color! At any rate, Elegancia had decided to dye her hair a new color.

But to what color, and to what style?

Elegancia mulled over what to do: should she do it herself, or should she go to a salon and have it done professionally? It would be nice to be pampered upon, and she didn't want any mistakes done pinned upon herself, so she opted for the latter of the two choices. After a limousine's drive to a five-star, high-profile salon, Elegancia strutted in (without an appointment, but she was such a regular customer that she didn't need one) and explained her plight to her personal stylist. "I know just what to do, if you'll let me," he told her, and why wouldn't she? Money spoke, and money she had, so there was no reason for him to ruin her beauty (which would have been amazingly difficult, and almost impossible, anyways), and not only that, but she trusted her hair in his able and stylish hands.

The 'usual' commenced-- a mani, pedi, facial-- the works! As she relaxed, cucumbers resting over her eyes, her stylist worked on her beautiful hair. The two swapped gossip and secrets, as per usual, while he did his business on her lovely little scalp. The usual hair-dying steps took place, and when all was said and done, Elegancia's hair had transformed into a lovely copper brown. "It really makes your pretty green eyes pop," he told her, "and it's a fabulous new color for autumn." Elegancia eyed her new hair in the mirror suspiciously, it was so... Different. But different was good.

The final step was changing the style. "Let's go for a natural, yet refined, new style for you." Her stylist teased and blow dried her hair, while she watched anxiously. He pulled back her hair with a fancy clip, then added, "also, if you want to look more adult, you're going to lose the bow. Sorry, princess." Was he kidding? Lose her bow?! The ribbons that she put in her hair were like... They were her security blanket! Her teddy bear! The bows she wore were her signature fashion-- they were elegant, yet what she thought to be 'cute'. Even as Sailor Rosalind, the Soldier of Wealth, she had a bow on. How could she just ditch them? She 'heehee'd, of course' in response.

When he was finished with his work, Elegancia had a hairstyle with bangs that framed her face like a classic work of art, her long locks fell down to her back in thick curls, and it retained its ultraglossy texture. "Why, thank you," she said, "I'm quite satisfied." It's all she could manage at the time-- Elegancia did like her new style, and she did appreciate the work he had done, but she began to doubt the change she wanted. It really struck her that she would have to forsake her bows. They were such an integral part of herself, or so she felt. But how could she look 'mature' wearing bows? Elegancia truly felt conflicted-- she paid her fees, tipped her stylist, said her farewells, and made her way back to the limo.

On the drive back to her home, Elegancia really thought over what made a woman a woman-- was it looking mature, or acting like it? Or both? Being both seemed like an incredibly daunting task, one that the young Miss d'Strella was apprehensive to take on. Perhaps she'd don the bow once more-- perhaps not? Elegancia reached for a mirror, looked at herself with a dreamy sigh, and flipped a stray lock of hair behind her shoulder.

Maybe being a woman wouldn't be so bad.