Amphrite, at the sweet age of 16, had finally been claimed by her mother. Surprise, surprise, her godly parent actually wanted her! Aphrodite had taken four years, technically, to claim her and her mom just had to give her a whole new makeover.

It had only been a few days since the shining dove symbol appeared above her head during dinner; the memory of Connor Stoll choking on his food at the sight of her utterly engraved in her mind. Her slick brown hair bouncing up into pretty curls and her blemishes disappearing instantly - don't even get her started on the white silk dress that materialized. It was horrible and she really wished it would go away.

"Don't get me wrong," She started, staring into her reflection as she picked up the hot straightener, grasping at a curl chunk, "Thank my mom and all-" She did not feel that way, "But did she really have to get rid of my straight hair? I mean, did you see the way Connor looked at me? Or what about the rest of the Hermes kids?" She groaned at the memory, clamping the metal on the curl before slowly bringing it down.

She, honestly, had never used a straightening in her life - she had to borrow her *new* half-sister's, Silena, one. "My moles are gone," Amphrite grumbles, as she lets go of the heated hair. For a few seconds, the curl was entirely straight and silky and then, it just poofed back up. It wasn't frizzed or anything - it was nauseatingly *perfect*.

Frustration bubbled up in her stomach as she pulled the straightener cord from the outlet, placing it on the sink counter and turning to you, her friend. "This is *not* a blessing at all." She had been venting to you for the past hour, doing everything she could. She had soaked her hair, gelled it, straightened it - she had *even* tried to cut it! It just grew back, this glamour magic was irritating her. Her siblings had already told her that it would *most likely* wear off but she wanted it gone now.