Granted! As you go to get your hair done, your friend begins to comb through your hair in preparation to begin the torturous braiding. As the swipe through your hair with the pick suddenly it begings falling out in clumps, small pieces of your scalp accompany it to the floor. Terrified, your friend backs away quickly and topples over onto a glass table, instantly killing themselves. As you rush their broken and very dead body to the hospital, the paramedics notice your strange condidtion. As there is no hope for your dearly departed friend, they send you on to see a doctor in the ER. As they examine you, small bits of your skin start to flake off and a dull ache begins to spread over your body. In a matter of a few minutes you begin to smell the putrid scent of puss and rotting flesh. Congratulations! You have a rare and fatal skin bacteria eating the living flesh off of your body. In a matter of hours, the entirity of your epidermis has been eaten off of your body. You are surrounded by your formerly soft, supple skin in clumps of vile, puss encrusted goopy heaps. Good news! You can get skin grafted back onto your exposed tendons and muscles as the flesh eating bacteria remains on the floor with the remnants of your skin. Bad news! The only skin available for grafting is that of a alabaster white woman with freckles all over her body. It is a long and painful process, after which you end up a ginger. Good news though, you never have to get your hair braided again as the hair you now have is too soft to keep the braids in!
I wish people weren't so pussified about their wishes and the results.