The Final Cut

Mrs. Meera Sharma was the epitome of grace, a woman in her early forties who taught fashion history and traditional Indian attire at the local university. Known for her radiant smile and unparalleled knowledge of India’s sartorial heritage, she also commanded attention for her timeless personal style. Always draped in elegant sarees or flowing anarkalis, she represented the very subjects she taught. Her long, thick black hair was her crowning glory—sometimes woven into a single, glossy braid that swayed against her waist as she walked, sometimes wound into a voluminous bun adorned with a fresh rose.

When she untied her bun, letting her hair cascade down like an ink-black waterfall, it was as if time paused. Students often whispered in awe about the dramatic effect, but none more so than Rahul, a final-year student who secretly admired her.

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The Ramp Walk Responsibility

The university was abuzz with excitement. The administration had chosen Meera to organize a fashion ramp walk for the annual intercollegiate fest. The theme, however, was modern fashion—a stark contrast to her world of intricate embroidery, handwoven silks, and heritage craftsmanship.

Meera put her heart into the show. She collaborated with students to create a seamless blend of traditional and modern elements. But as rehearsals progressed, it became evident that something was amiss in the final act. Her traditional appearance didn’t align with the avant-garde theme. Some students suggested she cut her hair to modernize her look, a suggestion Meera couldn't ignore.

Rahul, their team leader, fiercely opposed this. “Her hair is her identity,” he argued. “We can’t force her to change something so personal.”

Meera appreciated Rahul's support but began to ponder the suggestion.

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A Surprising Mood Board

A few days before the show, Rahul visited Meera’s home to collect the final designs. She welcomed him warmly and led him to her study room. As he entered, his gaze fell on her open laptop screen. His eyes widened—her screen displayed a mood board of short hairstyles, ranging from chic bobs to bold undercuts and pixies.

“Ma’am, are you… thinking of cutting your hair?” he asked hesitantly.

Meera flushed, slamming the laptop shut. “I… I don’t know. The girls suggested it, and I feel like I’m holding the show back. Maybe a haircut will make the act better.”

Rahul shook his head vehemently. “No! Your hair is beautiful. I’ve always admired it—from the way your braid bounces when you walk to how graceful your bun looks with a rose tucked in. It’s part of who you are.”

Meera smiled, touched by his earnest words. “That’s sweet of you to say, Rahul. But this show isn’t about me; it’s about representing the university. If a change is needed, I’m willing to do it. Besides…” She hesitated, “I’ve never been to a salon before. I’ve always trimmed my hair at home.”

Rahul thought for a moment, then said, “If you trust me, I can help. Let me give you the haircut.”

Meera chuckled. “You? Are you sure?”

He grinned. “Absolutely. Let’s look at the mood board together and decide on something dramatic for the final act.”

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Preparing for the Haircut

Rahul returned from his hostel with his trimmer and scissors, nervous yet excited. When he stepped into Meera’s study again, his breath hitched. She had changed into a flowing silk nightgown, looking effortlessly elegant. A chair was placed in the center of the room, along with a towel, her tailoring scissors, and a spray bottle.

“Here you go,” she said, handing him the scissors. “I thought these might be sharper.”

Rahul took a deep breath. “Alright, ma’am. Are you ready?”

She nodded, settling into the chair.

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The Haircut

The First Cut

Rahul combed through her waist-length braid, marveling at its weight and texture. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered.

Meera laughed nervously. “Neither can I.”

Positioning the scissors at the base of her braid, just below her neck, he hesitated. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Rahul. Go ahead.”

With a decisive snip, the scissors sliced through the thick braid. The sound was sharp and final, and the severed braid fell heavily into his hands. Meera gasped softly, running her fingers through her now much-shorter hair.

Rahul placed the braid gently on the desk. “Step one is done,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sectioning the Undercut

Next, Rahul used a comb to section off the bottom part of her hair for the undercut. He secured the rest with a clip. Turning on the trimmer, its hum filled the room.

“This might feel weird,” he warned.

As he shaved the nape of her neck, Meera shivered. “The vibration is ticklish,” she admitted, laughing.

He grinned. “I’ll be quick.” The undercut revealed the delicate curve of her nape, and a light sheen of water droplets from the spray bottle glistened against her skin.

Shaping the Bob

Rahul unpinned the rest of her hair, spraying it lightly with water and combing it through. He carefully snipped away at the remaining length, shaping it into a sleek bob. Each cut was accompanied by a soft crunch, and glossy strands fell to the floor around them.

Meera watched her reflection in the mirror. “It’s shorter than I imagined,” she said, touching the sharp angles of the bob.

“It suits you,” Rahul said softly. “You look… stunning.”

She smiled, her confidence growing. “Thank you, Rahul. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

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The Showstopper

The night of the show, Meera walked the ramp for the final act, her new haircut catching the spotlight. The sleek bob with the bold undercut was a dramatic contrast to her usual look. She executed a graceful turn, flipping her hair as Rahul had suggested, drawing cheers and applause from the audience.

Afterward, students and faculty alike showered her with compliments. “You look amazing, ma’am,” one of the girls said.

Meera sought out Rahul in the crowd. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. “For everything.”

Rahul smiled, his admiration for her shining brighter than ever. “It was an honor, ma’am.”

Dear Diary

Date: October 5, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today was the start of a new journey. I decided to leave behind the troubles of my hometown and embark on an adventure in this bustling city. As I explored the unfamiliar streets, my eyes were drawn to a unique sight - a barbershop that welcomed both men and women. This was a novelty I hadn't encountered back home. The idea of changing my look intrigued me, so I mustered the courage to step inside.

The atmosphere within was starkly different from the cozy salons I had grown accustomed to. They draped a black cape around me, securing it with a snug collar. It sent a shiver of excitement and apprehension down my spine. My thick, golden blonde hair, which cascaded down to well below my butt, was about to undergo a significant transformation.

I watched with fascination in the mirror as the skilled barber began the meticulous haircut process. With precision, he sectioned my hair, gently combing it out before the first snip of the scissors. The sound of those scissors slicing through my hair was both thrilling and intimidating. Strand by strand, my hair was reduced to waist length. What struck me as a delightful surprise was the attention to detail at the nape - a clean and precise neckline that added a touch of sophistication to the whole experience. The soft whisper of hair falling onto the cape and the shop's floor was a symphony of change.

Afterward, they blew dry my freshly trimmed locks, and I felt a renewed sense of confidence as I left the shop, pondering the exciting new chapter that this haircut had initiated.

Date: October 8, 2023

Dear Diary,

A few days have passed since my first visit to the barbershop. I must confess that I've developed a fondness for the change it brought to my life. It's remarkable how a simple haircut can alter not only one's appearance but also their entire outlook. 

Yet, I find myself contemplating the idea of returning for another transformation. My hair has always been long, and the thought of cutting it again so soon feels impulsive. Is the allure of the barbershop experience reason enough, or am I simply being whimsical? I guess I'll have to give it more thought.

Date: October 9, 2023

Dear Diary,

I succumbed to the temptation today. While out grocery shopping, I passed by the barbershop, and it was as if my feet had a mind of their own, leading me inside. The barber recognized me from my previous visit and suggested I try long layers with curtain bangs. The idea excited me, and I agreed, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation as they draped the cape around me once again.

The haircut process was nothing short of an intricate dance. The barber meticulously snipped and layered my hair, each cut carefully calculated for a more dynamic and stylish look. As they worked their magic, I could feel the weight of my hair diminishing, replaced by a sense of lightness and rejuvenation. Once again, my length was slightly reduced, but this time, it was a deliberate choice. Leaving the shop, I walked wondering if I was becoming addicted to these exhilarating transformations.

Date: October 15, 2023

Dear Diary,

My new job has been a source of immense frustration, making me question the wisdom of my decision to move here. I yearned for something to uplift my spirits, to feel good about myself once more. The thought of another haircut crossed my mind. Perhaps, it's become my form of therapy.

Date: October 16, 2023

Dear Diary,

Today, I experienced an impulsive moment that will likely stay with me forever. Exhausted after another infuriating day at work, the bus passed by the barbershop just as it was about to close. Without thinking, I disembarked at the next stop and walked in, catching the tired barber's weary gaze. He asked what I wanted, but I was unprepared, and I blurted out, "Cut it short." His frustration was evident, but he consented.

My heart pounded as I settled into the chair, knowing that this haircut would be the most dramatic of them all. My golden blonde hair, still damp from the rainy evening, clung to my back, reaching its longest point. The barber wasted no time, swiftly gathering my hair into a tight ponytail, securing it with a hairband. The anticipation was palpable as I watched in the mirror.

With a pair of sharp scissors, he positioned them just below the hairband, and with one decisive snip, my long, beloved ponytail fell away. It was an emotional moment, seeing that cascade of hair tumble onto the cape and floor, a symbol of release and liberation.

Next came the meticulous dampening of my remaining hair. The barber sprayed it lightly, ensuring it was just the right amount of damp for precision cutting. The scissors danced through my hair, crafting a bold and daring long bob, a stark contrast to the flowing tresses I had always cherished. The curtain bangs that had framed my face were trimmed expertly to seamlessly blend with the bob, framing my face in a way I hadn't experienced before.

As the final touch, the barber reached for a curling iron. With practiced hands, they transformed my newly cropped hair into a messy, tousled long bob. The curls cascaded elegantly, creating a playful and chic appearance. It was a transformation beyond anything I had imagined, and as I gazed at my reflection, I felt a mix of exhilaration and trepidation.

However, in that moment, a wave of realization washed over me. I might have taken things too far this time. My once-long, flowing hair was now dramatically shorter, and I questioned whether I had become too impulsive in my pursuit of change. It dawned on me that I needed to exercise restraint and put an end to these frequent visits to the barbershop. 

Never say never!

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."

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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." 

Academic Allure

In a bustling Texan college town, a young Japanese woman named Yuki had embarked on a journey far from home to pursue her PhD. Amidst the academic whirlwind, she found herself working as a teaching assistant under her professor, Dr. Anderson. Yuki was diligent in her duties, but her attention was soon diverted by someone unexpected: one of her own students.

This student, David, was a striking figure with a muscular build and a high bald fade buzz cut. His presence in the classroom commanded attention, and Yuki couldn't help but notice him. However, the professional setting of their academic environment limited her ability to initiate conversation beyond the realm of coursework.

One fateful day, David's friend, Mark, walked into the classroom with a new look—a one-length buzz cut that suited him remarkably well. David couldn't help but boast that he had given Mark the haircut in his makeshift salon in his dorm room, where he offered affordable haircuts to fellow students. The classroom buzzed with compliments, and girls couldn't resist running their hands over Mark's freshly shorn hair.

As Yuki observed this transformation, she couldn't help but let her imagination wander. She began to wonder what it would be like to touch David's hair or, even more daringly, to have him give her a haircut. Her long, silky, straight hair was her pride and joy, but the desire for something new gnawed at her.

Over the course of a week, the idea of getting a haircut from David kept creeping back into Yuki's thoughts. She would quickly dismiss it, but the allure was undeniable. Her fascination was so overpowering that one day, when she found David studying alone in the library, she mustered the courage to strike up a conversation about his studies and assignments.

Noticing that his hair was even shorter and more precisely cut, Yuki complimented David on his haircut. He revealed that he had given himself the haircut, sparking the perfect opportunity for Yuki to express her frustration with the Texas heat and work stress, making it difficult to maintain her long hair. She hoped he might offer to help her out.

To her surprise, David admired her hair and suggested she visit a salon off-campus for a trim. Yuki hesitated momentarily, saying she preferred not to go outside or spend too much money on a haircut. It was a white lie she couldn't help but tell because, at that moment, all she truly wanted was for David to cut her hair.

The awkward silence weighed on her, and in a sudden burst of impulsiveness, she asked him to cut her hair. David was taken aback, his shyness evident, but he couldn't resist Yuki's request. He agreed, albeit reluctantly, and invited her to his dorm room that evening.

As Yuki entered David's room, she couldn't help but notice his last-minute cleaning efforts to make the space feel more welcoming. He had set up a stool in the center of the room, but unfortunately, there was only a small handheld shaving mirror available. He draped a cape around her, and his hands settled on her shoulders, instructing her to relax.

David admitted he had been watching haircut videos of women earlier that day, reassuring Yuki that she was in capable hands.

First, he gently sectioned Yuki's hair, parting it into segments. The buzz of the clippers filled the room. Yuki was startled buly the sound of it and she clenched her teeth and clutched her knees with her hands in anticipation as he began to carefully shave the undercut. Starting at the nape, he worked his way up, ensuring the transition was seamless. Yuki could feel the vibration of the clippers against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Next, David combed all her hair out to her sides and the back.focused on the clipper cut bob. With his left hand he held Yuki's head and tilted it down till her chin touched her breast. He flipped the clippers his hand makinf the blades face down a started shaping her hair. His first stroke slicing her hair above her nape revealed her undercut ever so slightly. Moved to the right creating an angle as she shaped her bob just below her chin. 

Half of Yuki's head had a angled a line bon while half of her had still sported her long locks. Moving back to his starting point he his clippers started to slice through her hair completing her bob as her hair her hair fell on her shoulders, her lap, her feet and the floor behind her. 

Finally, he brought out a straight razor to shave her nape. The warm lather applied to her nape felt soothing, and the razor glided smoothly, leaving her skin soft and bare. Touching the freshly shaved nape and the subtle undercut, Yuki couldn't help but wonder if this was how it felt to touch David's hair.

As the haircut neared its completion, Yuki couldn't help but admire the transformation in the small handheld mirror. Her hair had been radically changed, and a pile of her once-loved locks lay scattered on the floor.

David suggested that she could call him anytime she wanted a trim or a touch-up on the undercut. With a suggestive smile, Yuki responded, "That might happen sooner than you think." David, still a bit shy, refused to accept any payment and jokingly suggested she could take care of his grades for him.

As she left his dorm room, Yuki couldn't help but run her fingers over her newly shaved nape and the subtle undercut. Her crush had become not only her secret stylist but also the keeper of a thrilling secret they now shared.

Shy girl's unexpected haircut

Walking into the barbershop alongside my younger brother, I felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation. My hair was a disaster, a constant source of self-consciousness. But as I looked around the barbershop, I hoped to remain unnoticed.

"Haircuts for both of you today?" the barber chirped, his eyes lingering on my frizzy mess of hair.

I shyly replied, "Just my brother. I'm fine."

He grinned, unfazed by my reluctance. "How about you consider a little trim? It could make a world of difference."

My heart raced, but before I could respond, the door chimed, and there he was – Alex, the popular guy from my class. My stomach twisted into knots as I instinctively tried to shrink into the background.

The barber seemed to sense my discomfort and turned to me again. "Why don't you think about it while your brother's getting his haircut?"

I nodded, grateful for the reprieve, and slumped into a waiting chair, my heart pounding like a drum. I watched as my brother settled into the barber's chair, and the barber draped a cape around him.

As my brother's hair fell to the floor, I found myself pondering the possibility of a change. The image of Alex's confident smile sent a rush of panic through me. My thoughts spiraled, and I began to overthink. In a moment of impulsiveness, I mumbled, "Okay, maybe not just a trim."

The barber's eyes sparkled with mischief as he motioned for me to take a seat. My heart raced as I sat in the chair, trying to steady my breath.

"Feeling adventurous, are we?" the barber asked, his tone encouraging.

I glanced at Alex, who was now engaged in a conversation with another customer, his attention blissfully elsewhere. "Uh, yeah," I managed to reply, my voice wavering.

"Great! Let's try something new then," the barber said, and his confident grin eased some of my apprehension.

He picked up a spray bottle and misted my hair, combing through the tangles with care. Then he looked at me in the mirror, his eyes reassuring. "Are you ready?"

I nodded, my heart pounding, and watched as he reached for the scissors. He started with small, deliberate snips, and I saw my long locks fall to the ground. The weight of my hair disappearing sent a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through me.

After the initial cut, the barber reached for the clippers, their soft hum resonating in the air. He began with the back, guiding the clippers upwards and leaving a trail of closely cropped hair. The sensation was strange but not entirely unpleasant.

Next, he applied shaving cream to the nape of my neck and took out a straight razor. I felt a coolness followed by a gentle pressure as he expertly shaped the hairline. The razor glided smoothly, and a sense of vulnerability washed over me as I watched the transformation unfold.

Once the back was complete, the barber returned to the scissors, layering and texturizing the top. I watched as my reflection evolved, revealing a drastically different image that was a mixture of shock and intrigue.

Finally, he spun the chair to face the mirror directly. My heart raced as I saw myself, my hair now short and chic, a stark contrast to what it had been. A gasp escaped my lips, and I tentatively touched my new hair, feeling a rush of empowerment.

As I paid for the haircuts and gathered my belongings, I felt a gaze on me. I glanced over to find Alex smiling warmly, his attention solely on me. A flush of warmth spread through me as I met his gaze, and for the first time, I felt truly seen. Stepping out of the barbershop, a newfound confidence radiated within me, and I realized that sometimes taking a leap into the unknown could lead to unexpected and wonderful outcomes.

Mom on the barber's chair

 Emma was preganant for the first time. Things in her life were changinig rapidly. The guy she met in highschool who she didn't think much of initially, was going to the father of her child. The Emma who loved partying was taking more care of her body now. Her body too was changing. Even after her son Jason was born. Her boobs had grown a lot. Although she had shed most of the weight she gained during preganancy, she still looked very plump.

Jason was almost a year old now and he had definetly taken his mother's hair genes as it had already grown thick and long. Emma thought it was time to give Jason a haircut but she was afraid that she might hurt him in the process so she decided to rely on professional expertise.

One overcast morning, Emma walked into a local barbershop. It was a very dull day and Emma was dressed in her woolens carrying Jason in his pram. As she opened the door, a bell jingled and she was welcomed by an old barber. Well into his sixties the barber looked like a tough old man with receeding pepper and salt hair slicked back with some gel. He welcomed Emma in and said, "A haircut for the the young one I suppose?" Emma just smiled in affirmation.

Dusting the chain with a cape he said, "Lucky you won't have to wait as we have no appointments today." Emma chuckled as she lifted Jason up from the pram. A bit confused she just stood there awaiting the barber's orders. 

The Barber said, "My name is John. I am happy to serve you today. Please take the seat."  

Emma stood there with a question mark on her face. She was confused why she was asked to take the seat as her son was the one getting the haircut. 

Noticing Emma's apprehension, John said, "Kids getting a haircut for the first time tend to be very fussy. They feel safer if they are with their parent. So you could take the seat with the baby on your lap, he'd be much more calm and we would get done with the cut easily."

Agreeing with what the barber said Emma took the seat with Jason on her lap. The seat was much more comfortable and Emma sunk in as she sat. It felt weird at first but soon she felt much more comfortable. 

"If you don't mind I'll cape you up so that the hair doesn't get stuck on your clothes." Emma nodded as John drapped Emma with the cape. Emma was feeling very excited sitting the the barber's chair under the cape. 

John flipped his clippers on and picked up his comb. Lifting Jason's hair with the comb he trimmed them quickly with his clippers. The sound of the clippers and how swiftly he worked on Jason's hair really excited Emma. She was really surprised with John's dexterity and how calm Jason was throughout the process. Having not much to work with John was done within 5 minutes. But Emma was so engrossed in the process she was almost glued to the seat. 

After an awkward pause John broke the silence and said, "And we are done unless you want me to go shorter but I think this is good." John's voice really startled Emma as she brought back her focus to Jason's hair which looked much more clean and neat. 

"I think that look really nice" Emma replied but she still couldn't get up from her seat. She looked at her own hair. Her long red mane was reduced to a limp pony tail because of the pregnancy. 

"That would be it I guess..." John said but was soon interrupted by Emma who blurted out, "Will you cut my hair?" Even she couldn't believe what she said.

Emma's interruption left the barber in a shock. "Ma'am I don't think I can help you..." He responded. Emma's face had an expression that was a mixture of relief and disappointment. 

"...unless you want something short."

"Yes. Do it." Emma replied gripping the armrests of the chair so tight that her fingers were white. 

The barber picked up Jason and placed him in the pram. He undid Emma's cape, wrapped her neck with a paper towel and redid the cape really thight. He opened the drawer and picked out a pair of scissors and a comb only to be stopped by Emma. 

"Not this. The machine please." 

"We'll get there ma'am, don't worry." 

The barber opened Emma's ponytail. Her limp ginger hair flumped on her shoulders, flowing just below her shoulder blades. The barber held her hair near the nape area and chopped them off in one swift cut.

*SNIP!*

The chop gave Emma the jitters. Her hair were now only a chic chin length bob. But she definitely wasn't satisfied by that.

Placing the scissors back the barber combed and sectioned her hair. Emma who usually got her haircut at posh salons was accustomed to her hair being sectioned into multiple sections. The barber only section here hair into two. He frapped the hair on the top of her head and tied a small knot and secured it with a clip leaving the rest. Emma was excited at the sight of what was happening.

The barber picked up a pair of clippers and put in a number two gaurd. Standing behind Emma he said bending Emma's head down, "Chin to you chest ma'am."

He flipped the clippers on to a loud hum. The hum was soon muffled as the barber pushed in into Emma's hair. That gave Emma butterflies. The barber made a couple of passes and Emma's red hair started falling on her shoulders and then on the floor. What was left behind was a fuzz on ginger hair and a pretty white sclap peeking through.

When the barber was done with Emma's nape he moved on to her left. He placed the clippers on Emma's sideburns. He pushed them in. All the way up to her temple leaving behind only a fuzz. Emma's hair fell on her lap. It was only then Emma realized what destruction the clippers were causing. That made Emma more excited than scared. 

Continuing swift upward movements the barber had completely buzzed Emma's left side. He moved to the right and did the same. 

The barber undid the top knot. Emma's hair fell down and touched her bare scalp which tickled her a bit. He sprayed her hair with some water and picked up a pair of scissors. He lifted Emma's hair straight up and chopped them right in the middle leaving behind only about 5 inches of it. He now started from the back of her crown. Lifted up a section and chopped more off. Moving forward he chopped a little less each time creating a nice graduation. He then combed Emma's hair in front and snipped them off right about her eyebrows to give her a fringe. He placed the scissors back on the counter. Emma thought that they were done but she was wrong. 

The barber picked up the clippers again. He replaced the gaurd to a smaller one. Flipping the clippers back on he started giving Emma a fade. It was a long process where he went over the sections again and again as he kept buzzing Emma's hair going shorter each time. Finally he removed the gaurd. Emma was loving the process and the constant vibrations. But this time was was startled with the cold metal against her skin. A shiver ram down her spine. And then she went back to enjoying the process of her hair because buzzed off even shorter. Almost bald. 

Satisfied with the fade the barber picked up a blow-dryer. He started blow-drying her hair using his fingers as a comb. Emma knew the blow-dryer would feel different on the buzz but this was not she was expecting. She thoroughly enjoyed the barber's strong rough hands in her hair. 

The barber picked up a bottle of hair wax and styled Emma's hair into what yoh could describe as a - bowlcut in the front and fade on the sides and back. It was short yet vert feminine. Emma looked drop dead gorgeous with her bare neck and ears popping out. 

The barber undid Emma's cape and paper towel. Emma began to get up but she was pushed back down by the barber. The barber lathered Emma's nape and side burns with shaving cream. He replaced the blade of his straight edged razor with a fresh and sharp one. Then he proceeded to shave it clean. Emma touched her bare nape. That aroused her a lot. She started thinking about the time when she'll do this all over again.

   

Bloomfield Sorority Summer Championship 2022 - Part 1

It was a hot summer morning. The girls were chilling in their dorms. Kate was on her bunk bed reading a comic book, Alli was playing her guitar and Grayson was brushing her hair when suddenly the door banged open!

"Girls did you see this?!" Elle exclaimed! 

She was holding a poster which she obviously tore off the bulletin. The poster read -

Bloomfield Sorority Summer Championship 2022

An exciting 3-day event to test your courage, determination and friendship!

Apply in groups of four

The winner takes home $5000!

"This is literally made for us", Elle continued. "And if we win we could totally go for our vacation in Cancun!"

"Forget the vacation this competition sounds interesting in itself!" Alli said pausing her guitar.

"Are you sure? I heard last year they made the girls eat raw shrimp. That doesn't sound fun to me" Kate added nervously. 

"I am totally up for this. But only for the money" Grayson chimed in. 

And so it was decided that the girl would participate in the summer competition - some enthusiastically, some reluctantly. Bloomfield University was known for its sorority. And it was known for the sorority summer championships where the girls competed in groups of 4. All they had to do was perform the tasks given by the hosts. Failing to do so meant you are eliminated. The competition went on for 3 days until two teams were left where they had to compete against each other.

It was day 3. Elle, Kate, Grayson and Alli's team had survived all three days through extreme courage, grit and determination completing some really gruesome tasks. The last competition was a treasure hunt in which only their team qualified. They thought they had won. But day 3 was not over yet.

The 4 girls were standing in front of the stage with the audience. On the stage was Jake - the host. He held a mic and announced, "Let us all congratulate Elle, Kate, Grayson and Alli's team to become the only team to make it through this year's final. In the 3 days we tested your courage, we tested your determination and we tested your teamwork. Now the only thing that's left is to test your friendship. For the final task, only one of you can participate. If that person complete's the dare, your team wins $5000. But if they chicken out, you lose everything!"

"What is the task?" Elle shouted from the crowd.

"Not so soon honey. You girls get 1 minute to nominate one person from your team. If they complete the dare - you win!"

The team quickly huddled up. They did not know what the task was so they couldn't nominate according to their strengths. After some discussion, Alli volunteered to take one for the team.

Alli marched up the stage. Jake took her hand and invited her to sit on a chair that was set in the centre of the stage. 

"And for your final task..." Jake announced with some theatrics, "My dear friend Alli..."

Everyone's breath stopped in anticipation.

"...is going to shave her head!" Jake finally announced. Everyone's hearts stopped. "Alli you have 30 seconds to choose your decision. Will you go big or will you go home?"

Everyone's heart sank. Alli looked at Kate, Elle and Grayson. They stared back at her. They wasted 25 seconds of their time just staring at each other. 

"Last five seconds. If you don't say anything I'll assume you chickened out Alli!", teased Jake.

"DON'T DO IT!", screamed Grayson!

"Time's almost up", Jake added.

"I'll do it!" confirmed Alli.

The whole crowd fell silent. The team's heart thumped in unison.

"The decision is made! Alli is going to shave her head and take home $5000!" announced Jake.

A volunteer handed Jake a pair of electric clippers. The clippers had no guard. Without batting an eye, Jake flipped the clippers on. Alli's face was expressionless. So were her friends. Jake placed the clippers on Alli's forehead and it straight through the middle. Her soft silky brown hair fell on her lap. The crowd cheered! Jake brought the clippers back and drove them through her hair again. They mowed through the hair leaving a soft brown fuzz behind. Another pass and Alli was completely bald and only had hair on her sides and back. In the same motion, Jake ran the clippers above Alli's left ear. Alli's long brown locks came cascading onto her bare shoulders. Moving around her head with each stroke Jake's clippers were showing no respect for Alli's hair as they ruthlessly shaved through her thick brown hair.

The crowd cheered, clapped and whistled as Jake shaved Alli's hair. Alli was just a few strokes away from being completely bald. After shaving Alli's nape Jake moved to her right. He folder her ear and swept the clippers above them. The clipper ploughed down every strand of hair that it touched.

Lifting up a few leftover strands Jake finished shaving Alli's head leaving behind a soft fuzz of hair barely visible to the naked eye. When Jake was done, Alli stood up shaking all her hair off her body. The hair which was once on her head, like a crown.

To be continued...

I'll do anything to pass

Julia's heart sunk when she saw a 47.5 next to her grade. She needed a 50 to pass. She was in the last semester of her master's degree and an F grade meant she had to repeat the entire semester again. She absolutely did not want to go through the stressful study sessions and gruelling assignments again. All that effort for a job that might not even pay well.

She made up her mind. She decided to walk up to her professor and plead for a few extra marks. She was ready to do whatever it takes. Whatever. 

Julia wasn't always the prettiest girl in class. She had a pretty average body but a cute nerdy face. Many would say her best asset was her hair. Long, messy, dirty blonde. Although she couldn't take care of them because of her university they had become rather dull. But still very thick.

Now Julia was a very bright student. She never had the need to walk up to her professor to ask for a better grade. Her knees felt weak as she was about to knock on his door. This was her first time. A million thoughts crossed her mind - what if he says no? What if he reports her to the student board? She might end up losing her degree altogether.

"Come in!", she heard from the other side of the door. She was stunned. She meekly opened the door. 

"Come in. Please take a seat Miss Julia" said Prof. Andy. A man in his 40s in a neat suit, well-groomed salt and pepper hair. "What gives me the pleasure to see you today."

Julia timidly emerged from behind the door and took a seat. "Professor, I failed my final by just 2.5 marks."

"I am sorry Miss Julia. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you could round it off for me. As it is my last semester, I'll have to repeat a year", she pleaded.

"I am sorry Miss Julia. I am afraid there is nothing I can do about it."

Julia was almost on the verge of crying yet she mustered up the courage and said, "I'll do anything to pass"

Suddenly the entire room fell silent. Prof. Andy did not say anything. He sat there with his eyebrows raised. Then suddenly his face became calm yet expressionless as if he was in deep thought. Then he broke his silence.

Writing down something behind his visiting card he said, "Okay then. Meet me tonight at 9:00 pm here."

Julia accepted the card. Quickly picked up her bag and left hurriedly.

It was 8:30 pm when Julia drove to the address. She wore the sexiest dress she had which really showed off her cleavage and put on some make-up. Her each and every action screamed desperation and nervousness but she had made up her mind about what was coming her way.

Exactly at 9:00, she rang Mr Andy's doorbell. She was actually surprised why Mr Andy would give her his home address for what she thought he was going to do to her. Wouldn't it be better in a hotel room or maybe a far off motel on a highway?

Mr Andy opened the door holding a glass of red wine. He was still wearing the same dress suit from earlier that day only this time his shirt was unbuttoned from the top showing off his muscles. Julia was surprised to see that because she never knew Mr Andy would be so fit.

"Oh. Julia! Come in, come in!" Mr Andy invited her in. He held his hand out for her bag and hung it near the door. 

"Please take a seat, Julia. Would you like some wine?" Julia nodded yes, nerves still getting the better of her. Maybe a glass of wine might calm her down, she thought.

Mr Andy passed her the glass of wine. It was a rather expensive one. Julia was impressed by Mr Andy's taste.

"Mr Andy..."

"Just Andy please." Andy interrupted.

"Andy..." she continued, "I have never done this before. I don't...", she was finding it very difficult to find her words when Andy interrupted her again.

"Don't worry, Miss Julia.", he extended his hand out to her. She took his hand and got up. He led her to a room which she thought was his bedroom. But, much to her surprise, there was a chair set up in the room on a piece of cloth. 

"I haven't done this before too." Andy said. He sounded a bit nervous himself, "Please take a seat", he continued.

Julia sat on the chair and she realised she was facing a mirror which was a part of Andy's dressing table. Andy came and stood behind her.

"What are your going to do to me Andy?", Julia said turning around. Andy without really explaining himself reached to his dresser and pulled out a pair of scissors. 

Julia's eyes were wide open and she froze. Andy held her hair near a neck and dug the scissors in.

Scrunch... scrunch... scrunch...

The scissors started eating through Julia's hair. It took Andy a really long time to chop Julia's thick hair off. He placed the hair on Julia's lap.

As Julia was touching her hair she was distracted to what Andy was doing. Andy had now picked up a pair of clippers which he intended to use on Julia. Flipping them on he promptly dug them in Julia's nape. The sudden buzzing sensation really surprised Julia. She couldn't move. The clippers which were fitted with a number 2 guard were doing just a fine job at buzzing Julia's hair leaving a fuzz of brown hair behind. When Andy was done with her nape he moved on to her left side and with an upward motion mowed her left sideburn down. In the same motion he moved further buzzing Julia's side almost up to her temples. Swiftly moving to her right he did the same. Julia's hair was cascading down like a waterfall all over the place. Her shoulders, her lap, her feat and everywhere around her.

When Andy was done shearing Julia as she sat there like a sheep, he picked his scissors up again. Combing Julia's hair on the top which still very long he started snipping them short leaving behind a few inches. Longer at he front and shorter at the back. Slowly, Julia's pixie was taking shape. 

Amidst the shearing Andy said, "Apologies for not tying a cape. You see, I am not a professional and I don't do this very often. Safe to say the excitement got to me!" Julia just nodded as Andy cut her finger and he hair slid down her face onto her cleavage which she had left visible for a very different scneario.

Andy pulled out a small electric trimmer and started shaving stray hair from Julia's nape and side burn leaving a clean skin.

"And we are done!", Andy announced. Julia couldn't recognize herself. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her ears which were usually hidden behind her hair were poking out adorning a cute pair of earings. The fringe on her face was looking very cute too.

"There you go. A new posh haircut to begin your corporate journey!" 

Julia was visibly confused.  

"Wouldn't you need one now that you are passing your semester" 

Julia got up and shrugged all the hair off her body. She turned around and kissed Andy.

Kidnapped

Mrs. Macy was a highschool teacher. In her early 30s, her petite figure had all the high school boys crushing on her. Her soft features were only accentuated by her long red hair which reached her waist. They were healthy and thick and recently cut into layers but the hectic schedule almost always had her hair in a bun. Her husband was into the tech business.

One day while returning from school she was walking down a lane which was unusually empty for that time of the day. But since it was her regular route, Mrs. Macy did not suspect anything unusual. But suddenly an black van slowed down near her. The windows were tinted black. A man in a black sweater and black pants wearing a black ski mask jumped out of the rear sliding door and pulled Mrs. Macy in. He swiftly covered her mouth with choloroform rag.

When Mrs. Macy woke up she found herself in a vacant warehouse tied to a chair. She tried to scream and run but her lips were shut tight with a duct tape. 

"Oh so you are awake" said a deep voice from a distance. He emerged from the the darkness and set up a camera in front of her.

It was only when the kidnappers contacted Mrs. Macy's husband he realised that she had gone missing.

"One simple way to get you wife back. Give us $1 million in cash and take her away."

"But...but...I don't have that kind of cash lying around." Stuttered Mrs. Macy's husband.

"Then kiss your wife good bye. Every hour you delay, your wife will lose her hair." He said and disconnected the line.

Tears rolled down Mrs. Macy's eyes as she sat helpless tied to the chair.

A beep of a digital watch marked the passage of an hour. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband nor the money. The kidnapper came close to her dragging a very old table. The table hosted a pair of scissors and clippers. The kidnapper switched on the camera ones again. He picked up the scissors. Went behind Mrs. Macy and opened her bun. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfa. He held her hair near her shoulders blades and chopped them of in one snip. Showed the hair to the camera. And dropped them on the floor. And like that in one snip Mrs. Macy's hair was reduced to the mid of her back.

Another our passed by as the watch beeped. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband. The kidnapper grabbed the scissors once again. Switched on the camera to give Mrs. Macy's husband a live feed. He showed no mercy as he chopped her hair near her nape. He did not even bother to maintain a straight line. Mrs. Macy's hair were in a jagged bob barely reaching her shoulders. No screaming helped Mrs. Macy as she remained helplessly tied to the chair.

Mrs. Macy was really hoping her husband would show up. She was praying. Begging. But there was no sign of him as another hour passed by. This time the kidnapper picked up the clippers as he switched on the camera. He stood behind Mrs. Macy and flipped the clippers on. The humming of the clippers muffled as he dug them into Mrs. Macy's thick hair right in her partition. One pass of the clippers left a straight bald line right at the center of Mrs. Macy's head as her hair fell on her shoulder and lap. Another pass. Another bald patch. A tear escaped Mrs. Macy's eye and trickled down her cheek. The kidnapper was showing no mercy. He made quick long pass. The heavy duty clippers were doing the needful showing no resistance to Mrs. Macy's thick hair. After the top of her head the kidnapper kept the same motion as he shaved Mrs. Macy's sides. He folded her left ear and in two passes shaved her left side clean. Doing the same to the right the kidnapper moved to her back as he could hear the police sirens wailing in distance. He started shaving her hair even faster. In three quick passes he shaved the back of her head. As the last lock of her hair hit the floor the kidnappers heard the police breaking down the jammed door. They needed to make a quick escape and got into their get away car and disappeared in thick smoke left by the car. 

The kidnappers did not get the money but got the pleasure to shave Mrs. Macy's hair. 

Mischievous lovers discover their fetish

Angelina and Tom studied in the same class. Angelina was a babe. The talk of the school. She had the perfect figure and the most plumpy lips. Needless to say she was a cheerleader but was also q tennis player. She had long and straight blond that she tied in a high ponytail. The blouse, skirt and stockings really brought out her curves. Tom was as handsome a a boy could be. His wavy hair always neatly groomed and face clean shaved. He played baseball. With his chiseled jawline he looked really handsome in the school's suit and tie uniform.

Now Angelina and Tom were attracted to each other. But they were two young to understand that. In fact they thought they hated each other as they were always competing for grades. They would always try to annoy the other person or get them in trouble. From hiding each other's stuff to tripping each other in hallways they never missed an opportunity.

One day, Angelina hid Tom's baseball shoes and he had to miss his practice after school and got a mouthful from his coach. Tom wanted to get a one up from Angelina, a revenge. He usually sat behind her in class and had a habit of chewing gum. While in their last lecture for the day Tom stuck chewing gum on Angelina's hair without thinking much about it.

Tom returned to his room after his baseball practice and saw that his room was already open. Slowly and steadily he crept in his own room when Angelina pinned him to the wall holding his collar with both her hands. 

"What the fuck were you thinking Tom? I know it was you. No one else can do this. I know it's you!" She started screaming at him.

Surprised by the sudden assualt Tom said, "Wh...what.. happened?" 

"You stuck chewing gum to my hair bitch do you know how much I love my hair?" She broke down crying with anger and dropped on Tom's bed. Realising the gravity of the situation Tom immediately held her shoulders and said, "I am sorry Angelina I did not know my actions would affect you so much." 

"There is no point saying sorry Tom. The damage is already done."

"How can I fix it Angelina?" He asked still maintaining his sorry tone.

"You want to fix this now? You want to fix this? Give your scissors!" 

Without any delay Tom grabbed a pair of scissors and handed ove them to Angelina. Angelina swiftly cut the strand stuck to the chewing and threw it at Tom. He soft hair fell on the floor like feather.

"Here. Fix this!" She said again breaking down into tears.

"How do I fix this Angelina. There is a bald patch on your head." Tom said softly.

"Just fix it Tom." She cried.

Tom went into his bathroom and came back with a pair of clippers he would use to shave his face. He lifted Angelina's face from her hands and flipped on the clippers. Angelina's blank eyes with spread mascara looked back into Tom's equally blank eyes. I took the clippers and ran straight though Angelina's middle partition leaving a strip of fuzz. Quickly he made a few more passes and Angelina's locks casacaded down to her shoulder leaving the top of her head practically bald. He folded her left ear and swiftly made a few more passes and shaved the left side of her head. The bed was slowly getting covered with her hair. She sat frozen through the proces her eyes still staring at Tom's face. 

He followed the same process for the right side and bent her head down. She obediently obliged. Tom held the clippers on her nape and pushed them upwards digging then into Angelina's hair. The clippers kept buzzing her hair till there was nothing left. 

Tom lifted Angelina's face again. Her mystic eyes glimmered and she looked gorgeous with a bald head. Tom took thr same clippers and placed them in Angelina's hair. He held her hand and guided them to his hair. They both held the clippers as Tom dug the clippers in his own hair and a few cury locks fell on the ground. He now handed the clippers to Angelina and let her shave his head. Angelina did not show any expression and shaved Tom's head as Tom sat in front of her in submission. After his head was shaved Angelina switched off the clippers and just dropped them on the ground. They both looked at each other for a moment. And came closer. And closer. And shared their first kiss.

In a hurry they undressed each other still kissing each other passionately. Tom threw Angelina on th bed which was covered with her hair. And jumped on her. And they made love for hours.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Tiffany was working in her front yard when she saw an unfamiliar pick up truck pulling over in the house next to her. A handsome young man got out the truck wearing cargo shorts and an unbuttoned shirt showing off his muscular physique. Immediately Tiffany recognised that this is the new tenant that was going to arrive in the place next to her.

Tiffany walked closer to notice that he had a lot of boxes loaded in the back of his truck. The packers and movers had already shipped most of his stuff. But the boxes looked too big for one person to carry. Tiffany waved hi from across her lawn, "Hey you need help with those?" The steanger looked at the boxes. Taking a minute to think, he said "Yeah I think I do."

"By the way hi I am Tiffany" 

"My name is Smith" the stranger introduced himself.

The entire task of carrying the boxes inside and setting the things up took the entire evening leaving both of them drenched in sweat. "Thank you so much for helping me out today. If it wasn't for you, I probably still would've been struggling with the boxes." 

"Hey you really don't need to mention that. Just remember the favour when I need one" she said tying her hair in a bun. The moment she made the bun she realised, "Oh my god we got so busy moving the boxes I absolutely forgot about my hair appointment." 

"I am really sorry" Smith started apologizing, "I probably should've done thus myself. So sorry for putting you through this." 

"Hey it's perfectly fine. I can reschedule it. By the way I noticed you don't have anything to eat, what are you plans?"

"I am supposed to meet my friend tonight for dinner and I am going to make it in time because of you."

"That's great! Why don't you come over tomorrow for breakfast?" 

"That's so nice of you. I would love to" he said. Waving each other goodnight they headed back home.

The next morning Tiffany heard a knock on the door. Assuming it's Smith she shouted from the kitchen, "Come in it's open!" 

Smith was drawn to kitchen by the fresh aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee but what actually caught his attention was Tiffany standing with her back at Smith. She just out of shower and still in her bath robe, towel tied around her hair and bathroom slippers. She looked ravishing. 

They both sat down for breakfast where they talked about what brought Smith to the town and how Tiffany has lived here all her life. They talked about how their past was and how they wish their future would be. After the breakfast Smith thanked Tiffany, "Thank you so much for the breakfast and helping me out yesterday. And I am really sorry about your hair appointment. If you don't mind, I can return the favor by giving you a haircut?" 

Tiffany was taken aback for a minute, "Do you know how to cut hair?" 

"Well, I won't lie. I was no hairstylist in my past life. But there is first time for everything right?"

"I have never let anyone touch my hair. But there is first time for everything I guess?" She said.

"So that's a yes?" 

"It is. Let's go to my bedroom!"

Smith followed her to the bedroom.

She pulled off the towel from her hair and dropped it on the bed and shook her head to drop her bun. "So? How do you want to do it?" She inquired.

"I guess we'll need a pair of scissors and a comb" he said

Tiffany pulled a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a comb and a pair of scissors. They weren't particularly hairstyling scissors but good enough to get rhe job done.

"Where do I sit?" She asked. He asked her to sit on the floor crossed legged in front of the mirror. He himself sat behind her on the bed and started combing her. Hair he detangled her hair with dexterity and combed them well before asking, "How short do you want them?" 

"Well not too short!" Tiffany exclaimed. About shoulder length. Tiffany's hair was red. And reached where her bra strap would be. Smith combed her hair for one last time and with a few quick snips he cut Tiffany's hair into a straight line just below her shoulders. Her hair plopped down on her lap and around her with each snip of the scissors. Giving a few finishing touches he showed Tiffany the final results. Tiffany asked him to make the straight like a U. A few more snips followed and Tiffany was enjoying the process. Satisfied with the length and the cut Smith started combing her hair and held it like a pony tail. He felt the tipsnof the freshly cut hair. And Tiffany could see Smith's reactions and expressions in the mirror. He gently slid out his dick which was already very hard. Tiffany was shocked to see this and she froze. Smith started brushing the hair on his dick. Looking at Smith enjoying himself and looking at his dick really turned Tiffany on as she started touching herself. Smith kept fucking her hair as Tiffany reached climax too. Smith couldn't hold it as his dick exploded and he came all over Tiffany's hair. Smith just dropped coldnon the bed as Tiffany climaxed. 

When both of them recovered they realised what had happened. "I guess you'll have to give me a hair wash Mr. Hairdresser" Tiffany sighed catching her breath. They both went to the washroom and stood under the shower having steamy shower sex. 

Losing a bet? Or winning it?

I met her at a bar. It was a Saturday night. She was wearing a tight black dress and was looking really hot in the disco lights. He her was short and that's what I really found attractive.

She was sitting at the bar with her drinks. Away from the dance floor, away from her friends. I thought this was the best opportunity to strike a conversation.

I hopped on the bar stool next to her and glanced at her. She seemed pretty gloomy. 

"Drinking away our sorrows today?" I said trying to spark a dialogue.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. So my friends dragged me to the club. Not really feeling it though."

A ravishing girl? With short hair? And single? My mind started wondering

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" She agreed. This was my cue. I signalled the bartender to repeat her drink.

"You look gorgeous in this dress" She just smiled. I was trying hard to speak but I think she was lost in her own thoughts.

She chugged her whiskey as the bartender poured her another and looked at me. She looked beautiful in the dim light. Her hair was too short to be a bob and too long to be a pixie. Her cute ears were visible and her ear rings dangled by her shoulders.

"I really like your haircut" I just said unconsciously. I really didn't mean to make it evident or say it so soon but the moment took over.

"Haha it's a funny story" she said finaly giving a faint yet genuine smile.

"Tell me about it!" I said finally seeing the conversation heading somewhere. And somewhere that I liked.

"So a couple of months back when I was still with my boyfriend..." Aah I didn't wamt her to go down that road but I was interested so I kept listening.

"...there was one time where we placed bets. The one who wouldn't complete the dare loses. After a few stupid bets like eating spicy food or shop lifting chocolates we were taking the bets to the next level. We were walking in the city centre when my boyfriend spotted a roadside babershop. Calling it a shop itself would be an over statement. It was just one chair under the shade of a tree. Mirror nailed to the tree trunk. A shelf was bolted to the wall next to it which had a few equipments. The barber was an old man - thin and short. He was sitting on the barber's chair itself reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette and periodically flipping the ash. My boy friend say,

"I dare you too..." He took a pause and said, "Shave your head" he said pointing at the barber.

My jaw dropped. A pit formed in my stomach. He never complimented my hair like you did. But I did not know he was so insensitive that he wouldn't mind me getting it shaved. But I wasn't someone who would back down too and took up the dare.

We walked up to the barber. Seeing us approaching him the barber dusted the chair with his newspaper and invited my boyfriend to take a seat. My boyfriend said, "Shave her head." Not used to catering to female clients the barber was taken aback. When I sat down on the chair he realised we were serious so he just shrugged and pulled out a cape. He lifted my hair which was shoulder length back then and tied the cape around my neck. He sprayed my hair till they were dripping wet. He picked up a straight edge razor from the shelf and changed the blade. He sprayed some after shave on it to disinfect it. He parted my hair in middle using his fingers. I dug the razor in my hair at the top of my head and kept scraping along the partition. And few strands of hair fell on my lap. It was very embarrassing getting shaved in the open as the on lookers glanced at me with their judgemental stares. My boyfriend just stood there he didn't even seem to be moved a bit. The barber just kept shaving till I had absolutely nothing left. Before even I could absorb what happened amd the pile of hair on my lap the barber sprayed some water on my head and shaved it again. He took of the cape and my hair fell on my feet and the floor on the dust. All gone to waste. The barber applied some after shave on my head and that stung like hell."

I was absolutely lost imagining as she narrated and I only came back when there was an awkward silence after she was done with her story.

"I bet you looked great even with your hair shaved" I said.

"Do you think so?" She said feeling shy and she tucked her hair behind her ear. The hair was not long enough to be tucked and escaped.

I tucked the strand behind and said holding her face, "I really think so"

"Do you want to see me bald?" She asked leaning towards me.

"I would love to" I said leaning towards her.

After sharing a passionate kiss she said, "Why don't you invite me over for a haircut date? You'll get to see me bald only if you shave my head" 

We sealed the deal with a kiss and headed home.