The air hostess' journey

In a small village in rural India, lived a young girl named Priya. She had always dreamt of travelling the world and experiencing new adventures. Her heart was set on becoming an air hostess, and she worked tirelessly to achieve her goal.

One day, Priya received the news that she had been accepted into a prestigious airline academy. She was overjoyed but soon learned that one of the requirements to become an air hostess was to have short hair. Priya's heart sank as she had thick, luscious, and waist-length hair that she had always been proud of. However, she was determined to pursue her dream and was willing to make the sacrifice.

On the day of her admission into the academy, Priya nervously entered the salon where the academy's hairstylist was waiting for her. The hairstylist, Mrs Gupta, was known for her expertise in handling long hair and transforming them into chic and stylish haircuts.

Mrs Gupta greeted Priya with a warm smile and led her to the salon chair. She carefully examined Priya's long hair and discussed the haircut process with her. Priya took a deep breath and nodded, giving her consent to proceed.

Mrs Gupta started by combing and sectioning off Priya's hair. She then picked up a pair of sharp scissors and trimmed the ends of her hair, cutting off the damaged and split ends. Priya winced slightly as she saw her precious locks falling to the floor, but she kept her composure, knowing that it was necessary for her dream.

Next, Mrs Gupta picked up a pair of thinning shears and used them to remove some of the bulk from Priya's thick hair. She skillfully thinned out the hair, making it more manageable and easier to style.

Once the initial trimming and thinning were done, Mrs Gupta picked up a pair of clippers. Priya's heart skipped a beat as she watched the clippers approaching her head. Mrs Gupta assured her that she would be gentle and proceeded to use the clippers to cut the back and sides of Priya's hair into a short and sleek bob.

Priya felt a mix of emotions as she saw her long hair falling to the ground, revealing her now shorter hair. She took deep breaths to calm herself, knowing that she was one step closer to her dream.

Mrs Gupta then used a straight razor to create layers and texture in Priya's hair. She carefully razored the ends, creating a soft and modern look. She then blow-dried and styled Priya's hair, adding some volumizing products to give it a polished and professional finish.

When Priya looked at herself in the mirror, she was amazed by the transformation. Her hair was now a stylish and manageable bob that framed her face perfectly. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that she had made the sacrifice to pursue her dream of becoming an air hostess.

As Priya walked out of the salon, she felt a renewed sense of determination. She was ready to face the challenges of the airline academy with her new haircut, and she was excited to embark on her journey to fulfill her dreams of travelling the world as an air hostess.

Induction - Lily gets a Mohawk

 Lily was always fascinated by motorbikes. As a kid, she would spend hours watching motorbike races on TV and reading about the latest models. She dreamed of one day owning her own motorbike and hitting the open road.

As she grew older, Lily's passion for motorbikes only grew stronger. She started hanging out with a group of bikers who shared her love for the machines. They called themselves the "Thunderbolts," and Lily admired their bold and fearless attitude.

One day, the Thunderbolts invited Lily to join their gang. She was thrilled to be part of their community and excited to finally be living her dream. However, the induction process involved a challenge that made Lily's heart skip a beat.

As part of the initiation, the Thunderbolts required Lily to cut her long, blonde hair into a mohawk. The thought of losing her hair was daunting, but Lily knew that she had to prove her commitment to the gang.

She sat nervously in the chair as the gang's resident hairdresser, a burly man with a thick beard, prepared to start the haircut process. Lily's hair fell in soft waves down her back, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad about having to say goodbye to it.

The hairdresser started by sectioning off Lily's hair into three parts: the sides and the top. He picked up the clippers and started shaving the sides of Lily's head.

The clippers hummed loudly as they made their way through Lily's hair. Lily felt a slight breeze on her skin as the clippers passed over her ears. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound, trying to stay still and focus on her breathing.

Once the sides of Lily's head were shaved with the clippers, He picked up a razor and started shaving the sides again, this time with more precision. The razor glided smoothly over Lily's scalp, leaving behind a smooth, bald surface.

Next, He moved on to the top of Lily's head. She picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting Lily's hair into a precise point, leaving a long strip of hair down the middle. He worked quickly and efficiently, making sure to create a perfectly symmetrical mohawk.

Finally, He mixed the hair dye and applied it to Lily's hair. The pink dye was vibrant and smelled strong. Lily felt a tingling sensation on her scalp as the dye was applied, but she didn't flinch. He massaged the dye into Lily's hair, making sure to cover every strand.

After letting the dye sit for a few minutes, He rinsed Lily's hair and dried it with a towel. She then used a hairdryer to dry it completely and styled it with hair gel, making it stand up straight.

Lily couldn't believe her reflection in the mirror. She looked tough and edgy, and she knew that the Thunderbolts would be proud of her. She ran her hand over her newly shorn hair, feeling the prickly sensation on her scalp.

As she walked out of the salon with her new haircut, Lily felt a sense of freedom and liberation. She had shed her old identity and embraced a new one, one that was bold and fearless. And as she rode her motorbike with the Thunderbolts, she felt like she had finally found her true calling.

What a pleasant surprise!

Rachel had been married to her husband, Mark, for several years. As their anniversary approached, Rachel wanted to do something special for Mark. She had been wanting to get a new haircut for a while but had been hesitant to try anything too drastic.

One day, while scrolling through Instagram, Rachel came across a photo of a woman with a chic and edgy haircut. She immediately fell in love with the style and decided that this was the perfect look to surprise Mark with.

Rachel made an appointment with her hairstylist for the next day and arrived at the salon with the photo in hand. She explained to her stylist that she wanted a haircut that was similar to the one in the photo but also unique to her.

As the stylist began to work her magic, Rachel's nerves started to kick in. She had never had a haircut this short before, and she wasn't sure how Mark would react. But she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on how happy she would feel once the transformation was complete.

Rachel's appointment with her hairstylist started with a consultation. She showed the stylist the photo she had found on Instagram and explained that she wanted a similar haircut but with a personal touch. The stylist took a close look at Rachel's hair and face shape and suggested a few modifications to the style to make it more flattering for her features.

Rachel was a bit nervous about cutting her hair short, so the stylist reassured her and explained each step of the process. She started by wetting Rachel's hair and sectioning it off. Then, she used a razor and scissors to create choppy layers and texture.

The stylist took her time to make sure that the length and layers were balanced on both sides. She also trimmed the ends to make the bob look sharp and clean. Finally, she blow-dried Rachel's hair and styled it with a curling iron to add some volume and bounce.

Throughout the process, Rachel felt comfortable and relaxed. The stylist was friendly and patient, and she made sure to check in with Rachel to ensure that she was happy with the progress. Rachel loved the sound of the scissors snipping away, and she felt excited to see the final result.

When the stylist finished, Rachel couldn't believe how different she looked. Her hair was now shorter and edgier, with layers that framed her face beautifully. She loved the way the stylist had added her own flair to the haircut, making it unique and personalized just for her.

Overall, Rachel's haircut experience was a positive one. The stylist was professional and skilled, and Rachel felt pampered and refreshed. She knew that the surprise would be worth it and couldn't wait to show off her new look to her husband.

When the stylist finished, Rachel couldn't believe her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was now styled in a sleek bob that framed her face perfectly. She felt confident and stylish, ready to surprise her husband.

As she walked into the house, Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "Rachel, your hair looks amazing!" he exclaimed. Rachel beamed with pride, feeling pleased that her surprise had worked.

Over dinner, Mark couldn't stop complimenting her new haircut. He told her how beautiful she looked and how proud he was of her for trying something new. Rachel felt overwhelmed with happiness and grateful for such a supportive partner.

From that day on, Rachel's new haircut became her signature style. She felt empowered and more confident than ever before, and Mark couldn't help but smile every time he saw her. The surprise haircut had brought them even closer together, and Rachel knew that it was the perfect way to celebrate their love.

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.