Disclaimer: I don't own Cat or any of the Victorious characters. Neither do I own any wigs. Don't sue.
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Cat looked around her dressing room, at the small collection of wigs she'd acquired in the years since Hollywood Arts. 'Always dying my hair was taking a toll on it.' She reminded herself. It had gotten so bad that Dice had gotten her the first wig, a nice, velvety red, to hide the fact that her hair had started falling out. Now, she wore the wigs to cover the mouse brown hair she naturally had, as well as project whatever image she'd wanted any given day.
Like the black wig with blue highlights. 'It reminds me of Jadey.' She thought, even as a giggle escaped her mouth. 'I got this for that date with Rob, the one where we were going to this costume party, and I wanted to be able to let him down gently. I wanted me a hot boy, and while Robbie is nice enough, he's not what I'd call hot.'
The wig slipped onto her head, and quickly she felt he difference. 'Only this Cat knows what she wants, and it wasn't some pretty boy to inflate my ego. No, Rob was good enough, once trained, and I knew I had to be the one to train him. Just, not me, cause while I tried to be strong, look strong, what I am is sultry. I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go for it, but it's all sexy seduction, not what I'd have expected from a wig that makes me look like Jade.' The thoughts, the attitude, everything was more mature, more in control, and far more adventurous then Cat had thought possible.
The wig slid off her head as she contemplated her next wig purchase. 'I realized, the wigs, they were bringing other parts of me out, so I decided I wanted to be pink, cause hello, pink. Only, god, did I miss that one.' The pink wig was now in hand, sliding onto her head with east. Her own long brown hair was restrained under a hairnet of sorts, allowing the easy use of the wigs.
'This wig is all business.' Cat thought at her mirror. 'I wear it, and I'm in control of my sexuality, but also everything else in my life. I wear this when I need to deal with business, money and practical things and the times I need to be in control. As for rob, turns out the big thing to do for my dating life was to buy me some more wigs, cause this, it's practical, and forceful, and I remember wearing it on a date with Rob, and I almost forced him to do something he wasn't ready for. Thank Dan I knew enough to keep it simple, and choose another wig for the actual event.'
The blond wig replaced the pink one, and Cat smiled at herself. 'This wig, I was so sure it'd do something for me, but it just, it's like the velvet red, only more so. I make the worst decisions in this thing. You'd think I wouldn't embrace the stereo types, but there I am, all flirty and dumb. Man, gotta get this off of me, cause I hate how dumb this makes me feel.'
She resisted the urge to toss the wig, saving it for the times she wants to act dumb, for Robbie, instead placing it back where it belonged. A bright blue wig instead found it's way onto her head, and with it, the persona of a rocker chick. 'Yea, this is the wig I wear when I need to cut loose. I'm free, and fun, and strong enough not to let some jerk tel me what to do. I used this to make some of my less businessy decisions, as well as to propose to Rob. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have been sitting, topless, on his crotch when I proposed. Held his little man hostage, not giving him any relief until he said something. Of course, he agreed, cause who wouldn't. But while strong, this wig is a bit reckless, and not that nice., Goes for what she wants, but damn, she's a major bitch.'
The velvet red wig was in her hand. 'This wig is the real me, or as close as I get sometimes. I don't go out without a wig, so this, it's kinda the me everyone knows and loves. But she's only a part of me, the innocent, naive part that trusts everyone. I so needed something else, a wig that said I was and am strong, without being the monster rocker Cat is.'
The next wig was a darker brown hair, literally made from donated hair from two friends of hers. The hair once belonged to the Vega sisters, and Cat originally had no idea who this wig would bring out of her. 'Kinda a mix of the two. Trina's confidence with Tori's nicer personality. This is the wig I wore when I apologized to Rob for the way we got engaged. Thinking I might just wear this one for the wedding. I like her, see her confidence, her charisma, and want it for the base me. I use her, cause damn, everyone needs them that time when you're confident and can take on the world. Gonna marry Rob in this wig, and then wear the black with streaks on the honeymoon, cause boy need him a fun time. Makes it easier to handle the other me's.'
Brown eyes scanned across the half dozen or so colored wigs, from platinum blond through a few unnatural colors, to a selection of dark that Cat found interesting. 'Auburn, kinda wanna know who she is. Then the green, cause I so think she'll be a witch. But, given how often I've been wrong, who knows. Just, Rob is gonna have to get used to this room, and the many me's stored here, cause this is where I change out which parts of me face the world. I'm done being that ditsy girl who is trying, just trying, to understand the world around me. I have wigs that can do that. Hell, I have wigs that already know so much. These, they're just me trying on a few parts of my personality, being better then I was. Just the wig Dice got me, I don't know why, but it made me worse, less intelligent, more crazy. I'm thinking I wear it only when necessary, and the others, they get used to me in a variety of hair colors and styles. Cause, having tried on some of those wigs, I so want the world to know all of me. And to do that, I need to find out just who I am in each wig.'
Her hand lifted the auburn wig, and trembling with anticipation, slipped it on her head.
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