Erin's return to her hometown after three years away filled her with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. As she strolled down the familiar streets, she couldn't help but notice how much had changed. Memories flooded back to her, especially the ones associated with Sally's Salon, the place where she'd always gotten her haircuts and indulged in her hair fetish.
The last time Erin had been there, she'd opted for a stylish bob, but since then, she'd allowed her brunette locks to grow down to her waist, an embodiment of her adventurous spirit. She had never imagined that her beloved salon might have undergone a transformation of its own.
Her curiosity piqued, Erin approached the salon's location, only to find that it had been replaced by a barbershop. She stood there for a moment, reading the sign with a puzzled expression, when a man smoking a cigarette outside the shop noticed her.
He approached Erin with a friendly smile and asked, "Are you looking for Sally's Salon?" He went on to explain how he had bought the shop earlier that year and turned it into a men's barbershop. With no clients at the moment, he extended an invitation to Erin, offering her a haircut if she was interested.
Erin hesitated for a brief moment, but the idea of getting her hair trimmed in a men's barbershop, with all its intriguing possibilities, appealed to her inner hair fetishist. She made up her mind and decided to embrace the adventure, stepping inside the transformed salon.
Once inside, Erin's long, waist-length hair caught the barber's attention. He greeted her and mentioned, "I specialize in men's haircuts, but I can certainly give you a simple trim if that's what you prefer."
"No. Not a trim. Give me a men's haircut instead.", said Erin toying with her hair for the last time in a while. The barber whipped the cape and draped it around her as Erin sunk into the much larger men's barbershop chair. The barber began by gathering Erin's waist-length brunette hair into a tight ponytail, securing it with an elastic band. Erin could feel the weight of her locks in her hands as the barber prepared to sever them from her head. With a swift and confident motion, he chopped off the ponytail, leaving Erin with a bob that only reached her nape.
Next, the barber meticulously sectioned Erin's hair, creating distinct parts. He reached for his clippers, attaching a guard to ensure an even cut. The clippers buzzed to life, and he began the transformation. Erin watched in the mirror as the clippers glided smoothly over her head, starting with the sides and back.
The sensation of the clippers moving against her scalp sent shivers of excitement down Erin's spine. The guard ensured that the sides and back of her head were trimmed down to a uniform length, creating a stark contrast with the longer hair on top.
With the sides and back neatly buzzed, the barber shifted his focus to the top of Erin's head. He picked up a pair of scissors and began to trim the remaining hair, creating a slightly longer layer to give her pixie cut some texture and style.
As the haircut took shape, the barber then used texturizing scissors to create a messy fringe. He carefully snipped and blended, ensuring that Erin's new hairstyle would have a playful, tousled look.
Once satisfied with the result, the barber removed the cape from around Erin's shoulders. She reached into her purse, took out cash, and handed it to him as payment. Erin was delighted with the transformation and wanted to show her appreciation, so she included a generous tip.
The barber accepted the payment with a grateful nod and a warm smile. "Hope to see you soon," he said as he tucked the tip away.
Erin, her hair now a stylish and edgy messy pixie, couldn't help but grin. "I'm only in town for a few weeks," she replied, "but who knows?" She locked eyes with the barber in the mirror and added playfully, "Never say never."
***
On her last day in town, Erin had her bags packed and some time to spare before her flight. As she roamed the streets, savoring the nostalgia of her hometown, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. She had explored all her familiar haunts but hadn't revisited the barbershop that had given her such a thrilling experience just a few weeks ago.
Curiosity tugged at her, and she couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Erin found herself standing outside the barbershop once again. Memories of her previous visits filled her mind, and without much thought, she pushed open the door and walked in.
Inside, a man was already in the barber's chair, and another patiently waited. Erin took a seat on the well-worn waiting bench, her heart beating a little faster with each passing moment. The barber, recognizing her from her previous visits, smiled at her through the mirror.
Erin patiently waited her turn, watching as the men before her received their short, efficient haircuts. The sound of clippers and the sight of freshly shorn heads brought back the excitement of her previous visits.
Finally, the last customer hopped out of the chair, and the barber signaled for Erin to take her place. She hesitated for only a moment before obliging, settling into the comfortable embrace of the leather barber's chair. The barber deftly draped her with a black cape, his hands brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
With a calm and soothing voice, he asked, "So, Erin, what would you like to do on your last day in town?"
Erin's heart pounded in her chest as she met the barber's gaze in the mirror. She took a deep breath and replied, "I want a buzzcut."
A hint of surprise flashed across the barber's face, but he quickly nodded, accepting her request. He attached a number 2 guard to his clippers and, without hesitation, ran them straight through the center of her long brunette locks. Erin watched as the clumps of hair fell to the cape-covered floor, feeling a strange mix of exhilaration and trepidation.
The barber continued, skillfully navigating around Erin's head, leaving a bald strip in the wake of the clippers. The eyes of the other customers were now firmly fixed on Erin, their curiosity evident.
Soon, with smooth strokes, he buzzed the top, sides, and back of Erin's head, leaving her with a uniform and short buzzcut. Erin couldn't help but smile as she felt the cool air against her newly exposed scalp.
However, Erin wasn't entirely satisfied. She turned to the barber and said, "I want it even shorter. Use the smallest guard you have."
The barber nodded, removed the number 2 guard, and replaced it with a tiny 0.5 guard. Erin's heart raced as she watched him approach with the clippers once more. He started at the center of her head, expertly shearing the already short hair even closer to her scalp. The vibrations of the clippers sent tingles through her body as the barber carefully shaped her buzzcut.
He then took off the guard altogether and carefully shaved her sideburns and shaped the nape of her neck, creating sharp, clean lines. Erin could hardly believe how exhilarating the experience was, and her reflection in the mirror showed a mix of excitement and contentment.
Finally, the barber reached for a can of shaving cream and a straight-edged razor. He applied a layer of cream to Erin's sideburns and nape, taking his time to ensure the closest possible shave. Erin felt the cool cream on her skin as the barber gently glided the razor, leaving her sideburns and nape perfectly smooth.
With the shaving complete, the barber removed the cape, revealing Erin's transformed appearance. She reached into her purse and pulled out cash, along with a hefty tip. With a grin, she handed it to the barber, who accepted it with a nod of gratitude.
As she got up from the chair, the barber looked at her and asked, "Will I ever see you again, Erin?"
Erin couldn't help but smile mischievously as she replied, "Never say never."
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