Date: April 25, 2024
Dear Diary,
I can't seem to stop running my fingers over my undercut. Whether I'm at home, at work, or working out, my hands gravitate towards the buzzed area. The clean shave I got has grown out much faster than I expected, and it's now in an awkward stage that's looking less than appealing. I've made up my mind to drop a text to Kayleigh and ask her for a re-shave.
Date: May 2, 2024
Dear Diary,
I'm feeling increasingly upset. Kayleigh hasn't responded to my multiple texts, and my schedule has been incredibly busy, leaving me feeling burned out. The hair has grown so awkward that it's making me look unattractive, which only adds to my frustration and disappointment.
Date: May 9, 2024
Dear Diary,
Finally, after days of relentless attempts to reach out to Kayleigh, she called me back. I couldn't help but let out my pent-up frustration, yelling at her for not responding earlier and leaving me in a situation where I couldn't even put my hair up in public. However, Kayleigh immediately calmed me down with her soothing voice and offered to fix my hair the next day. I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief and gratitude wash over me.
Date: May 10, 2024
Dear Diary,
I met Kayleigh at the barbershop today, still harboring some lingering anger over her delayed response. But when I saw her, my anger momentarily flared up. Her undercut was still perfect, although her bob had grown a bit. However, I quickly reminded myself that she had the resources of an entire barbershop at her disposal and could have easily reshaved it whenever she found the time between clients.
As Kayleigh greeted me with a warm smile and a hug, my frustration melted away. I took my place in the chair, and she caped me with practiced ease. While wrapping a tissue around my neck, she asked if I wanted to shave it down like last time or perhaps opt for a design. She showed me a hair tattoo on her phone that she'd gotten before shaving it again. Frustrated by the awkward phase my hair had reached, I explained how difficult it had been to maintain, especially without her assistance. Kayleigh then suggested she could blend the rest of my hair into a short and tight bob. I inquired if that would involve clippers and razors, to which she responded that it would mostly be done with scissors.
Feeling a bit disappointed, I shared my craving for the clipper sensation. That's when Kayleigh suggested something that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach – a pixie cut with a tight fade, involving plenty of buzzing and shaving. I simply nodded, biting my lip as I gave her the green light.
Kayleigh began by sectioning off the top of my hair, tying it up and securing it with a clip. She then combed out the remaining hair, preparing it for the upcoming transformation. With a guard placed on her clippers, she flicked them on and placed them at my sideburns, digging them in. The sound of the clippers was muffling, and I watched as they efficiently reduced the hair to a mere centimeter in length. It was the first time in my life that my ears were exposed, and they seemed disproportionately large, poking out awkwardly, which made me feel quite self-conscious.
Kayleigh continued with her ruthless haircut, steadily reducing the length overall. She then switched to a smaller guard, resuming the buzzing and shaving process. I lost myself in the constant buzzing, entering a sort of trance. Slowly, the gradual fade Kayleigh was creating began to take shape.
After multiple changes of guards, Kayleigh stopped and admired her work. "Now, this is what I call a perfect fade," she proclaimed. And indeed, it was a perfectly executed fade.
Untying my top knot, she sprayed my hair with water and combed it out, then twisted and held it upright. With scissors in hand, she began snipping away at my hair. The thick strands proved challenging to cut, and the scissors emitted a distinct sound that was a mix of snipping and the resistance of my hair.
Kayleigh then lifted small sections at the back and snipped them short, progressively increasing the length with each new section. This technique created a sleek, graduated look that I found rather appealing. She combed my hair to the sides, leaving the front hair barely grazing my forehead.
After blow-drying and styling my hair, I couldn't help but feel cute. As I started to rise from the chair, Kayleigh gently pushed me back down, teasing me about the "last step." She sprayed water on my face, massaging it with her skilled fingers. Then, she produced a shiny straight-edge razor, changing the blade and applying alcohol to it.
With the precision that only Kayleigh possessed, she stretched my skin from my sideburns and began to shave. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the cold sensation of the razor against my bare skin. She proceeded to shave my sides and nape, leaving behind smooth skin that accentuated the edgy fade. I whimpered as the razor scraped away the last vestiges of hair, leaving nothing behind.
I couldn't be happier with the outcome. I'm still in the process of adjusting to this dramatic change, constantly touching the newly shaved areas, especially behind my ears. Late at night, Kayleigh texted me, asking if she could come over, and I was excited to see her again. She arrived with a bottle of wine, and we spent another memorable night together.
**Diary Entry 12:**
Date: May 15, 2024
Dear Diary,
I've been spending more nights with Kayleigh than I could have ever imagined. She decided to go for a flat top haircut during this time, and I absolutely love running my fingers through her new style. The bond between us has deepened, and our connection has grown stronger.
One evening, we decided to watch "G.I. Jane" at Kayleigh's place, a movie she had been insisting on for some time. As we settled in to watch, we found ourselves cuddling, running our fingers through each other's hair. In the movie, there's a scene where the actress shaves her head, and that's when something unexpected happened.
Kayleigh suddenly stopped running her fingers through my hair and shifted her gaze from the screen to me. I noticed her intense stare and jokingly said, "What? Do you want to shave my head?" She continued to stare for a moment, and then, almost as if snapping out of a trance, she went back to watching the movie.
However, the idea had been planted. I paused the movie and gently touched her hand, asking again. She resumed the movie, but I paused it once more and told her that if she wanted to shave my head, she could. At this point, Kayleigh's eyes lit up like a child at a carnival.
Without hesitation, she led me to the bathroom, where she stripped me down and made me sit in the bathtub. She ran the shower, allowing hot water to thoroughly soak my head, massaging it gently. From the cabinet, she produced a razor, its blade gleaming with a new edge. It suddenly dawned on me that the movie plan had been a clever ploy to convince me to shave my head.
As Kayleigh sat behind me, she firmly pressed the razor to my scalp at the crown, and I couldn't help but wince at the sound of the blade making its first incision. The initial strand of wet hair fell onto my lap, a tangible reminder that I was taking a step I never thought I'd take in my life. There was no turning back now.
With each smooth stroke, Kayleigh meticulously shaved my head. Wet strands of hair accumulated on my lap, shoulders, and the bathtub, lifeless remnants of my former locks. At one point, she was so quick that she accidentally grazed my scalp, and I winced as a small bead of blood appeared. But that didn't deter her; she continued, focusing on her task until she was satisfied.
When Kayleigh finally set the razor down, I felt an overwhelming sense of liberation. This had been one of the most intimate moments I had ever shared with her. That night, we had the best sex ever!
In the morning, I was greeted by Kayleigh's sexy morning voice. She asked a simple yet unexpected question, "Can you shave my head today?"
