And then we go back to Elina. She hopes that her makeover is nothing drastic. Elina must prepare for her hopes to be dashed as Miss J. points out that Tyra has brought in the queen weavologist, Kiyah Wright, to have at her. Miss J. torments Elina further by saying that he's seen what she's going to get, and it is not only drastic but a first in Top Model history! Maybe she'll get a horse hair weave! Or something made from the tails of lab rats. The irony! The irony! As Elina begins to look slightly terrified, we cut to commercials.
When we return, the weavologist is going to town on Elina. Miss J. tells her that she should be skurrred. That's not good! I mean, it's good for us, but not so good for Elina. The GFW tells us that Elina reminds her of Angelina Jolie. However, there can only be one Angelina Jolie. Hooo, damn, so Elina is getting a mad curly red weave! She is not particularly happy about this, and so starts crying. She says that she doesn't feel like herself. It's not her, she says. Brittany tells us that Elina has an image that she refuses to let go of. If you're really a strong person, says Brittany, hair shouldn't change you. And whatever, we all have years when we look like Carrot Top. Jay spews some nonsensical crap about something still being under all the hair but Elina not wanting to let it go. She couldn't let it go if she wanted to, because it's trapped under the weave! She can pat it once in a while when it itches, but frankly it's stuck in there for the rest of the season. When the weave is finished, Elina says that she's not angry, but she doesn't feel like herself anymore. She doesn't yet realize this might be a good thing. The hair actually looks pretty cool, if perhaps a bit like she might be late for her dinner date with The Hamburglar. And you know by Episode 6 that shit is going to look stank.
Oh! And there are still others left! The GFW gets rid of McKey's red hair in favor of a short, black cut. Isis is next, and gets a long, straight weave. Brittany, who suffers from catalogue syndrome, gets a weavy wave. Brittany thinks it's very sexy and high fashion. Oh, but then we get back to Brittany's internal pain over being so pretty. She asks Miss J. what he thinks of her, and he says that she's very pretty, and he could see her being married to a football player. Say what you will about Miss J., but that was spot-on. Brittany pouts, and Miss J. tells her that she'd have a reason to fucking cry if she were butt-ugly. As it stands, she should count her blessings and just go try to sell her ass to Victoria's Secret like Tyra did. Always the sympathetic mentor, Miss J. tells Brittany to get her makeup touched up, because she looks a mess. And with that, the makeovers are finished.