"I can't wait til' tomorrow," said Dana as she blew a circle of smoke
toward the blue sky. "Uh-uh," said Irene. "The moment school's out on
Friday we're outta here!" she added happily. Christine didn't say
anything, as she was looking for a cigarette through her pockets. "Hey,
spot me one, will you? I'm all out," she said. "Those jerks cleaned me
out last break." "Here. Why'd you give it to them, anyway?" asked Irene.
"I need to copy off them on that test on Friday." "Shit, miss Markovski
is probably the only teacher on the continent that will give a test on
the last freakin' class before summer break." "I heard there may be two
cases like that in Mexico, too," added Dana. The other two snickered
unkindly.
The sky was perfect blue and crystal clear, as summer had already arrived. It was just a couple of days until the summer break, and the three girls were alone in their usual spot, behind the gym, smoking, away from the eyes of the teachers. They were just finishing their sophomore year in high-school, and they had planned a two month-long trekking expedition.
The backpacks were ready, the train tickets have been bought, and they had the itinerary all planned out. Four hours after the final class the next day they would be riding the train toward the mighty mountains and they could hardly contain their excitement. The little over 24 hours remaining seemed like an eternity.
Irene finished her cigarette and smoldered the butt with her foot. She waited for the other two to finish, day dreaming and gazing at the sky while fingering the end of her ponytail.
"You know," she said suddenly, "I was thinking. I should probably get a haircut before we get going tomorrow." The other two girls looked at her. "What for?" said Dana. "Well, think about it. We're gonna be on the trail for months. I'm hardly gonna shower some days, let alone wash and condition my hair. And I hate it when my hair gets filthy."
Her friends looked at Irene and considered it. She sure had a point. She had jet black hair that reached just short of her bra strap when free, and floppy bangs just covering her eyebrows. Lots of hair, in other words, and definitely not something you wanted to go with unwashed for days on end.
Then Christine and Dana looked at each other. Christine's hair was reddish-brown and she wore it in a shoulder-long shag with bangs. Dana's was dirty blonde, all one length, and was probably the longest of the three of them, reaching almost to her butt.
"Damn, Irene, you're right," said Dana. "We're such airheads." "Shit. I wish we thought of this earlier," blurted Christine while tousling her own head of hair. "Where the hell are we going to have it done? No salon will touch us on such short notice and we don't have the time to call around and hunt for empty spots." "Don't worry about salons, I don't think we have the money for it either," added Dana. "They'd charge us like 50 bucks each."
That was totally unacceptable, of course. The girls had planned out their trip budget carefully. They could definitely not afford to go 50 bucks short each. They looked at each other unhappy, wondering what to do.
"God, I definitely don't want to worry about my hair all the time," said Irene. "It would fuck up all the fun of the trip." "We're definitely gotta do something about it," stated Christine deftly. They were resourceful girls who could take care of themselves and take decisions, otherwise they wouldn't have considered the trip to begin with. If the salons were out they would have to come up with another solution.
"How about we do it ourselves?" offered Dana. "I dunno, Dan," said Irene. "I don't know the first thing about cutting hair." "Don't look at me, which end to hold the scissors, that's about all I know," shrugged Christine. "I'm even having trouble cutting paper." "Damn it," said Dana.
The went quiet, frantically searching for ideas in their heads. The break was about to end in a few minutes, and after the next class they were to go home and make the last preparations for the trip. Then tomorrow was Friday, and they would have just a couple of hours to figure this out.
Suddenly, Irene's face lit up. "I fucking KNOW", she said excitedly. Her friends looked up with newfound hope. "What, what is it?" asked Dana. "Come on, tell us," added Christine. "We're gonna have it done in a barbershop," stated Irene proudly.
Silence followed for a moment, while the girls considered the idea. "How do we find a barbershop?" asked Christine. "I mean, one that would take us. I heard most of them won't even talk to you if you're a woman. Tell you to go to the salon right off." "Yeah, and how do we know what kind of job they do? I mean, the guy could be a butcher for all we know. Even if he's good, how can he deal with girl's hair?" pointed out Dana. "No, you guys, I told you I got it," blurted Irene. "I know the perfect spot, it's right around here. I bet you know it too." Christine frowned. "I don't remember any barbershop around the school." "Yes you do. Know that small street we sometimes use as shortcut when we're late for the first class?" "Yeah." "Well? Don't you remember the shop?" Christine and Dana shook their heads, puzzled. "Oh, come on, you surely do, you just didn't pay it much attention. It's a very small shop, near the end of the street. It's gotta be about 7 feet wide in all. It's very small."
No reaction.
"It's got a wooden door with blue drapes?" offered Irene. "Wait, wait a minute, I think I remember it now," said Dana. "Isn't there a cool looking chick smoking by the door sometimes?" "Oh, right, now I remember it too," said Christine. "She's got this kinda goth look, with that black eyeliner. And she wears a black bandana and always keeps her hair in a short ponytail, right?" "Right. Looks like a biker chick or something, except she's got this white apron or something on her." "I always thought that's a gun shop or a tattoo parlor," laughed Christine. "How do you even know it's a barber shop, Irene?" "Come on, don't be silly. They wouldn't allow a gun shop so close to school," said Dana. "Well, I was passing by it one day and I was thinking that chick looks cool," answered Irene. "So I wanted to know what she does there. I snook a peek while I was next to it. It's a very small shop, it's only got like one chair inside, but it has a sink and mirror and all, and there was this old guy in the chair getting a haircut. It's definitely a barbershop." "Was the chick cutting his hair?" "Uh-uh."
The girls looked at each other. "Well, I guess this could work," said Christine. "How much would they charge us there?" "I dunno, but barbers are pretty cheap," said Irene. "I think I heard my dad say he only pays something like 5 or 10 bucks, that's all." "Damn, that's definitely cheap," said Dana.
"OK, then I guess it's settled," said Christine. "When should we do it?" The girls considered it. "Not today. I still gotta check out my backpack, we all do," said Irene. "OK, then tomorrow. You said it's right around the corner, right?" asked Dana. "Right." "Then that's it. When school's out we stop there for a while on our way home and have it done, then go grab the backpacks and run for the train station," ended the discussion Christine.
Dana had one last question though. "But how are we going to get it cut?" "Shit, I don't know, girl," laughed Irene. "Short, I guess. We've got time to think about it until tomorrow. Come on, class is about to start."
***
"Fuck, I totally screwed up on the test," said Dana. It was Friday and the last class had just ended. "I bet that bitch Markovski is gonna keep an eye on me when school starts again." "Forget her," said Irene. "Get your books and hurry. Christine's already waiting for us outside."
The three girls met just outside the school main gate, practically jumping with joy. There were scores of students pouring out of the school building, all happy to be finally free for the summer, so the girls excitement went unnoticed. "Come on, let's get going," said Irene. "Got your money with you?" "Damn right," said Christine. "Lead the way."
They broke away from the mass of students and once down the street they took a left on a smaller and more quiet one. Even though Irene said she knew the shop well, she still had to look for it carefully. They all did as they slowly went down the street.
"There it is," said Irene all of a sudden. Indeed, the small shop with the white door and blue drapes was quietly waiting just a few feet away. "Shit, I hope it's not closed or something," said Dana. "Seems awful quiet." "Stop jinxing," said Christine and punched her softly in the shoulder.
They stopped in front of the door. Now that they were this close they could all see the cardboard sign in the window clearly stating "Barbershop" with big black letters. Dana noticed another one next to it and pointed it out for the girls. Apparently it had the prices on it, but it could've been written in a foreign language for all they knew. They didn't recognize any of the haircut names on it.
"Hey, check it out," said Christine. "The most expensive one is just 10 bucks. We're definitely covered." The girls rejoiced at the good news. "Well, should we go in?" said Dana.
Irene looked straight at the door. It too had blue drapes on the inside, so they couldn't see inside. The last time she peeked the drapes were pulled, she seemed to remember. She got the chills thinking that maybe the shop was closed after all. She bit her lower lip and suddenly her hand shot forward and grabbed the door handle. She twisted it and pushed and what do you know, the door gave way. She pushed forward, with her friends in tow.
The shop was indeed very small. It wasn't quite as small as it seemed from the outside, but there wasn't much to look at either. It was pleasantly cool. As the girls stepped forward and their eyes adjusted to the dim surrounding, they took in some more details.
The walls were painted white, and there weren't any decorations. There were some plain chairs all along the left wall, waiting chairs, mused the girls. Unlike Irene's previous recollection, there were actually three barber chairs on the right, each in front of its own station with sink and mirror. That was about all there was to it. It looked very clean and it smelled nice, although they didn't know exactly what the smell was, but they were glad that it wasn't some filthy dump.
Near the far end of the room there was what seemed like the cashier spot. There was a small door which was closed, and a small radio was singing quietly some kind of instrumental music that had a lot of piano in it. Irene though it sounded like jazz but she wasn't sure.
This was all there was to the shop. It took them only a bit to take it all in. There wasn't anybody in the shop, and Irene and Christine jumped at the sound of the door closing behind them. "What?" said Dana, her voice almost a whisper. "I couldn't leave it open."
The front door had a bell attached to it, which had sounded off as it opened and closed. So eventually they heard someone moving in the back room. Soon after that the small door in the back opened and a girl came out, wiping her hands with a paper towel. Irene recognized her as the biker chick.
The girl was quite young, they realized. She still wore heavy black eyeliner around her eyes, and she had her usual black bandana on, with her hair in a ponytail. She didn't have an apron on though, she was dressed rather casually in jeans and a top.
"Hello, sorry to take so long, I was on the can," said the girl without missing a beat. "I'm Michelle."
The three girls nodded. They had stopped in the middle of the shop, not knowing how to go about this. At least it's open, thought Irene. I hope she doesn't say anything about us being girls and all, she cringed.
But Michelle seemed very casual and relaxed and didn't look like she was gonna comment at all on why they were here. She finished wiping her hands and tossed the paper towel in a trash can in the corner of the room. She then produced something that looked like a white apron and while she was putting it on she directed her attention toward the girls.
"You, with the ponytail," she said, "what's your name?" Irene snapped to attention. "Ugh... I'm Irene. And they are Dana and Christine," she added. Her friends mumbled "hi" quietly. "Irene, please take a sit at a station, please," said Michelle. "You guys can sit anywhere you like until I'm done with your friend. It's just me today, so I'm gonna have to deal with you one at a time." "Um, OK," said Dana, then she and Christine moved to the row of waiting chairs and sat down.
***
Irene looked at the barber chairs and considered which one to pick. They looked pretty much identical, so there wasn't much of a choice. She just stepped toward the waiting chairs and left her school backpack there, then she took a deep breath and moved next to the closest barber chair.
She stopped for a moment, then she gingerly put one of her feet on the foot rest, then the other. She grabbed the armrests and lowered herself on the chair, then leaned backwards.
Her first impression was that the chair seemed very big compared to the salon chairs. There was a lot of room, and she squirmed around, unaccustomed with all the space. She rubbed her palms back and forth on the armrests before she finally settled down. She started looking around. The station in front was pretty much the usual stuff, not that she knew much about it. She had never payed much attention when she was in a salon anyway. All kinds of stuff on, a sink and a big mirror in front. The mirror soon caught her attention. She could see both her friends perfectly in it, since they were sitting at one side. They caught her eye and smiled sheepishly back at her.
Next thing she knew, Michelle was next to the chair. She didn't say anything, she just leaned over and opened a drawer on the station, then pulled out what proved to be a clean white cape. She turned toward Irene and shook the cape open, then in one swift move she draped it around Irene's body.
It was a big cape and it covered Irene completely. It ended below her knees in front and it covered her arms on the armrests altogether. Irene felt the girl's hands at the back, pulling the cape together. Then she felt them holding her ponytail up while she tied the cape snugly against her neck. A bit too tight, thought Irene, but she didn't say anything.
Irene took a look at herself in the mirror. She was completely covered by the bright white cape, with only her head coming out of it. She thought she looked a bit silly. Her jet black hair contrasted wildly with the white of the cape. Again, she squirmed in the chair, under the cape. Somehow, she started to feel slightly more uneasy under it.
"OK, so what are you girls up to?" asked Michelle all of a sudden. She was looking Irene straight in the eye and the girl swallowed hard. For a second, she felt her head completely empty. Her two friends must've felt something similar, because there wasn't a peep coming from them. "Umm," she stammered, then caught herself and went on. "Umm, we're leaving for a trekking expedition today, very soon... aaaand we want to go short... so it's easy to manage on the mountain... you know." She had ended her little explanation in a rather silly manner, but at least she'd managed to break the ice. "So you're in a bit of a hurry, I take it," said Michelle quietly. "Uh-uh," said Irene. "Better get to work then. How does an inch sound?" Irene smiled. Ha, an inch. We're going to be brave girls today, miss barberette, she thought. She was beginning to relax somewhat and she even allowed herself to settle in the chair better before she looked at Michelle ironically. "Come on, do you really think an inch is going to be enough? We're going to be up there for a couple of months. We need something seriously short." "Oh, now I see. OK then, I know exactly what you mean."
These being said, Michelle turned toward the station, but then she remembered something and turned around. "You have really nice bangs, by the way. Would leaving them alone be OK with you?" Irene studied herself in the mirror. She could already picture herself with a short haircut, kind of. The bangs wouldn't have made much of a difference, and Michelle was right, they were very nice and she liked them. She shrugged. "OK, let's keep them like this."
Michelle just nodded and turned away. Suddenly, Irene realized her haircut was about to begin. She squirmed around under the cape a bit more, and smiled at her friends in the background as they smiled back at her encouragingly. OK, here we go, she thought as Michelle once again turned to her. She took a deep breath to steady herself.
Meanwhile, the young cool barberette moved behind Irene and suddenly the girl felt the chair jerk up once, then again, and again. Now she was quite a bit higher than before, but she noticed that her head was now just at the right height for Michelle's hands.
She felt Michelle's hands on her ponytail, pulling her scrunchie, then her soft waves of hair fell forward over her cheeks and shoulders. It was wavy, having been pulled in a ponytail all day. What puzzled her was that next Michelle started gathering her hair again, but this time the ponytail was high at the top of her head. She went to the station and picked up something, then she came back near the chair and she put her left hand around the base of Irene's ponytail and guided her head gently forward.
"Head down and keep it there, please," she said and Irene complied, kind of wondering what this was about. She's probably going to cut off the ponytail first, she realized, and she got a sudden chill in her stomach. She would have squirmed again under the cape but Michelle's hand was still closed around the base of her ponytail and she didn't dare to move. The mounting tension was killing her. She couldn't wait the moment she would feel her ponytail come free from her head, to see it fall heavy in her lap and to know that her brave haircut was finally on its way.
She heard a snap, then a quiet buzzing filled the shop. It was coming from a black device that Michelle held in her hand. Hmm, hair clippers, thought Irene. She glanced up to see what they looked like, she had never seen them before up close. She felt Michelle's hand on her ponytail, pushing her head down again, so she obediently tucked her chin in her chest. She peeked forward, trying to see herself in the mirror. Her bangs were covering her sight, but she could pretty much see through them. She saw Michelle positioning herself behind her, then she felt her hand pulling her ponytail taught straight up and the hand with the clippers came up.
Suddenly, Irene felt something nibbling down low on her nape. It was a very nice sensation, like small fingers drumming on her skin. The thing, whatever it was, started moving straight up and Irene felt it brush against her nape until it felt it touch her hairline in the back, dead center on her nape. It moved up, past the hairline, that strange and nice sensation, and it entered the hair on her nape, then kept moving up, very slowly. It didn't seem like it was going to stop, it kept going higher, it was level with her ear lobes, then her ears, then it reached the top of her ears and finally stopped and pulled away. Now that was interesting, thought Irene. She thought she felt a sudden coolness on her nape, where that thing just passed.
Suddenly, her mind clicked as she understood. Her mouth went slack, gasping for air. Oh my fucking God, was all she could think of. Oh God. She meekly tried to straighten her head as she peered forward in the mirror, but Michelle kept her hand firm around her ponytail and pushed her head gently back forward, until her chin rested against her chest. Suddenly, she felt the clipper blade (that's what it had to be, she realized) touch her nape again, slightly off to one side, as it started moving up again.
Irene's eyes darted around madly, looking for some clue as to what was happening. She was completely covered with the cape, the position her head was in made her bangs fall forward and she couldn't see very clearly. It was maddening. She finally caught a glimpse of her friends' faces in the mirror. Their mouths were open and they were seemingly staring at the back of her head. Oh my God, it's really happening, realized Irene. She was afraid even to utter the words in her mind, as her senses registered the clippers moving slowly and with that oh so pleasant sensation up the back of her head again. More coolness followed.
This is crazy, it can't be real, thought Irene. She glanced forward in the mirror again. She could see herself just like she usually looked. The full jet black head of hair, the thick ponytail swinging in Michelle's hand, the heavy bangs in front. Nothing's changed, right?
Michelle's hand was moving all the time. She had already finished the third pass with the clippers up Irene's nape and was starting the fourth. Irene abandoned her attempts to discover what was going on and closed her eyes. She had to admit she kind of enjoyed the sensation, deep down through the waves of nausea that had suddenly started to assault her. Another pass of the clippers started and Irene's stomach did a backflip. I'm about to vomit here, she said to herself. She measured the distance to the sink from her eyes.
Suddenly, Michelle was done with the back of her head. Irene felt the entire back very cool, it was a completely new and alien sensation. It was as if she could feel every little current of air. She had never had short hair in her life, the shortest her hair had ever been was shoulder length.
Michelle pulled on her ponytail, motioning her to lean her head slightly to the left and forward, and Irene complied. Next she saw Michelle's hand with the clippers come up from behind her right shoulder and she actually saw the blade being applied behind her ear. They moved up toward the crown and Irene saw the hair on her head, which until now stuck close to it since it was pulled up in the ponytail, come off just like that. It had simply come off her head and was hanging from the ponytail above. Her eyes threatened to come out of her head. She just couldn't believe it. It was like watching a movie or being in a dream, except that the blade of the clippers felt undeniably real.
Michelle started a second pass. This time she had to tuck the clipper blade under the top of her ear, but she managed easily and moved them up. Irene watched as more hair was separated from her head. But it wasn't until she saw the clipper blade applied against her cheek, then moving up against her sideburn, that she finally realized what was going on. Michelle was shaving her completely bald. She was taking all the hair off, completely. If she would have known anything about clipper cuts she would've called it having her head buzzed without a guard, but for all practical purposes Irene's assessment was pretty much correct. The clippers were excellent, were cutting her long hair like a hot knife through butter and they were leaving only the tinniest of stubble, almost invisible, on her head.
Irene stared at herself in the mirror. She looked a bit strange now. The top of her head, with the heavy ponytail, the hair pulled back and the bangs in her eyes, seemed pretty normal. But on the right side of her head, going all the way backwards, there was nothing but white skin, although the hair still hung from the ponytail above and covered her head. She still didn't know what half of the image to believe, she couldn't believe it was her own head she was seeing sheared like this.
Meanwhile, Michelle gently pulled on her ponytail again, and motioned her to lean her head to the right. Irene obliged. As she expected, Michelle moved to the back, behind her left ear, and started going at it again, denuding the left side of her head too.
The clippers were buzzing softly, the small radio was still playing its obscure tunes. Irene suddenly realized she wa
s sweating. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. At least she wasn't about to vomit again, she thought, but just as she saw this her stomach did a backflip again. She opened her eyes and looked forward again. There she was, it was her, Irene, in the chair. The back and the right side of her head were free of hair, and Michelle was just removing her left sideburn, while carefully keeping the ponytail in the air, with all of Irene's hair hanging from it. Once done with her left side, Michelle pulled on her ponytail again, motioning her head up straight. Irene realized her head felt funny. It felt much lighter, and she was cold all around in the back and on the sides. She felt the separated strands of hair brushing softly against her head and the sensation was strange.
She saw Michelle was about to start again. She saw her clippers applied at the right side of her head, above the sideburn but behind the bangs. The sensation she received as the clipper blade started moving up on her crown was unexpectedly delicious. The soft hair was slowly separating from her head and fell sideways, but stopped short as it was still attached to the ponytail. Soon the first swipe was over and Michelle started another, this time right at the top of Irene's head. She was still careful not to touch the bangs, Irene realized. Then came the third swipe, on the left side. Now there seemed to be just a few strands attached to her head, and indeed, Michelle maneuvered around her crown for a bit.
Irene gasped loudly as Michelle stopped and lifted the ponytail and all her hair clear off her head. It was a huge mass of jet black soft hair, still tied with her scrunchie, and Michelle simply placed it in Irene's lap. The contrast of the black hair with the white cape was astounding. "Here we go, all off" she announced in a flat tone of voice. Irene looked at the mass of hair in her lap without believing her eyes. There it was, her ponytail, as she had envisioned it moments before, except it was huge and it felt very heavy. It was hard to believe that much hair had all come from her own head.
She looked up just as Michelle was starting the clippers again. She was cleaning up the remaining strands of hair all around Irene's head. The girl felt her warm hands on the naked skin of her head and she cringed at the new sensation. Pretty soon it was over. She finally got to see what she looked like. She was completely bald, nothing but skin all over her head, except for the heavy bangs, still in their usual spot like always. Somehow, she was surprised to see she looked nice, cute even. The combination between the naked white skin and the jet black heavy bangs was quite interesting.
Finally, she was done. The barberette produced a small brush and thoroughly brushed off the tiny hairs all over her head. Then she powdered her head with a sweet smelling powder. She lifted the ponytail from Irene's lap and placed it on the station, then proceeded to lift the cape off Irene's body. "All done," she said as she was lowering the chair.
Irene realized it was over, but still couldn't move. She stared at her image in the mirror. She was bald, except for the bangs. She slowly moved up and stepped off the chair on wobbly legs. She just couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. Tentatively, she started raising her arms and she placed her palms on her head. The sensation just about blew her mind. Half of her mind still didn't believe it and expected to wake up from the dream any time now. She had a zero buzzcut and long silky bangs, plus the knowledge that a few minutes ago she had a full head of long hair and that she just had it clipper-shaved completely off.
The entire haircut had taken about ten minutes, tops.
***
Irene was still out of it and looked like she was gonna be like that for a while, too. She moved out of the way when Michelle pushed her toward a waiting chair. She was still gazing intently into the mirror.
Christine and Dana felt they should do or say something, but they couldn't move or think of anything. They felt numb both in body and spirit. They simply sat there staring at Irene's buzzed head with their mouths open.
"You, red," said Michelle. Christine jerked as if she'd been electrocuted. She turned her eyes toward Michelle. "Christine, was it?" asked the barberette, smiling. All that Christine could manage was a slow nod. "Well get in the chair already, you said you're in a hurry," said Michelle. Christine hadn't made sense of her words yet, when the young hip woman took two steps, gently grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the same chair Irene had just left. She didn't quite register what was going on until she was already seated in the chair. About that time she came back to her senses and she grabbed the armrests as a sudden panic attack rendered her breathless.
In the meanwhile, Michelle was already putting a fresh milky white cape around her. Very soon Christine was staring at herself in the mirror, a head of red-brown hair and the white cape.
"OK," said Michelle, "another zero buzzcut coming up." She looked at Christine with a critical eye. "You've got cute bangs too," she stated. "Wanna keep them too?" Christine answered with some kind of meow, then she fell quiet again. Michelle looked at her for a couple of seconds then shrugged. "Gonna take that as a yes then." She turned toward the station and started oiling the clipper blade.
Christine's thought started slowly floating again. Oh my GOD, she thought. She's going to shave, no, buzz, my head too, she realized. What should I do? She tried to find an answer desperately but she just couldn't. Irene had already had her long hair buzzed clean off, so she couldn't very well get up and leave now. But... but... oh GOD, is she really going to buzz mine off too?
She looked in the mirror at herself. Her hair was much shorter than Irene's had been, yet it was still a lot of it. It was a simple yet cute short haircut, coming just short of her shoulders, with thick bangs. The color was a rich brownish-red.
Suddenly, she saw Michelle turning toward her, clippers in hand, and along with a huge panic attack she felt her eyes start to fill with tears, completely involuntary. She sniffled as she watched Michelle like a rabbit would watch the hungry wolf approaching.
Michelle was minding her job very effectively. She placed herself on Christine's right and placed her left hand gently on the girl's crown. She pushed her head slightly toward the left shoulder and Christine complied, although she seemed to have some trouble breathing. She saw Michelle's clipper hand approach her head.
Her whole body stiffened when the clippers started humming, moments before arriving next to her ear. Her breath escaped in short gasps and her tears started rolling down freely as Michelle applied the clippers on her right cheek and proceeded to move them up. Through blurry eyes, Christine saw her sideburn come clean off.
The clipper blade kept moving. Michelle's hand guided it, not up but in a circular motion, around Christine's ear. All the thick hair came off very easily. Christine felt it touch her ear as it fell, then she felt it drop on her shoulder, after which it came rolling down in her lap. She followed it with her eyes by reflex, but Michelle grabbed the hair at her crown and gently pulled her head back into position.
Buzzaaa... buzzaaaa... Christine saw and felt the clippers swiftly denude the right side of her head. With the ear free of hair, Michelle was now sweeping from the bottom up with long moves, leaving nothing behind. The seemingly huge clumps of soft hair fell in a stream now, most of it ending up in Christine's lap thanks to Michelle's expert clipper handling.
The barberette kept holding the hair on top of Christine's head. She was using it to guide the girl's head around as she progressed around it. Christine suddenly felt like a sheep being sheared.
Michelle was now doing the back in a very efficient manner. Christine would feel the clippers being applied low on her nape, and she would feel her well known layers of soft, silky hair still in their place, like they used to be. Then Michelle would tighten a bit her grip on the hair on the top for a moment, the warm clipper blade would start moving up slowly as Christine's head leaned forward and red-brown hair rained down on her shoulders and down to her lap. The completely alien sensation of the clipper blade would climb steadily almost to the crown, then a fresh cool sensation would spread and Christine realized that another sizable part of her head was now completely free of hair.
Pretty soon, the back of her head was completely bald. Christine watched herself in the mirror with her eyes already red from all the crying, and tears still kept flowing from them.
Michelle pulled her hair on the top to the right. In the same swift and expert manner, Christine could watch her make short work of the hair behind her left ear, around the ear, and finally she saw her left sideburn buzzed clean.
Michelle let go of her hair and stopped for a moment. She put down the clippers, grabbed a couple of tissues and slowly wiped Christine's eyes and cheeks. Christine just let her do it, sniffling like a 5-year old. Her tears soon returned as she watched Michelle pick up the clippers again.
The barberette stepped behind her, very close to the chair. Christine felt her warm left hand gently cupping her chin and pulling her head back. She felt it leaning against Michelle's chest. The denuded back of her head was resting against the woman's warm and soft breasts, and Christine realized that Michelle must've had on only a thin blouse and her apron. No bra whatsoever, so her very sensitive skin at the back of the head could feel any move of Michelle's breasts.
Christine sniffled again, this time looking straight up through her thick bangs. The sensation on her nape suddenly made her blush, and the blush spread not only to her cheeks but to her ears and probably to her neck and back of the head too, because she felt hot all over. As she looked up, embarrassed, she saw Michelle's face above her, with the hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth. She looked straight into her eyes, she gave the girl a wink, then suddenly Christine saw the clippers in the air and Michelle started shaving the top of her head.
For some reason, that made Christine feel hot all over. Having this cool, beautiful young woman hold her head (her bald head!) tenderly to her chest, with her hand cupping her chin while the other hand was denuding the top of her head was out of this world. Before she could realize it, the warmth started spreading down to her loins. It kept getting hotter as Michelle finished buzzing her head and started a second run all over it, careful to catch any stray hairs, while her hands were expertly handling Christine's head all around, constantly touching the hot skin on her head.
All to soon she was done. The clippers stopped their humming and Michelle placed them on the station. She turned around and started brushing and powdering Christine.
The girl felt her cheeks dry with tears, but she couldn't remember when she had stopped crying. She still felt somewhat hot, although the peek moment had passed and she had begun to cool off by now. She looked down and gasped softly at the sight of the impossibly huge pile of red-brown locks in her lap. She thought she had SHORT hair, but there was a lot of hair there!
Then she looked up and examined herself in the mirror. It was, obviously, a shocking change. The red mane around her head had been buzzed completely off. She was sporting a fresh zero buzz and cute bangs in front. The sight made her attempt a weak smile for the first time in what seemed to her like ages.
She hopped out of the chair as soon as the cape was lifted off and she turned to watch her friends, her smile broad now. Her hands shot to her head and she felt a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shiver as she ran her palms over her buzzed head and through her long silky bangs. Suddenly, Irene joined her and Christine felt her friend's hands on her head as well. She didn't resist the temptation and started feeling the brunette's head as well. The contrast between the completely bald head and the soft heavy bangs was making her feel hot again.
"Right," they heard Michelle's voice. "Come on, blondie, it's your turn," she said.
The two buzzed girls turned their heads toward their still long haired friend. They looked at her thick and long golden locks they knew stopped just short of her bum and next them moved together toward her, smiling broadly. They each took one hand and lifted her up, then led her to the chair and sat her down. Now this, both of them thought, is going to be REALLY wild!
***
"So, what are we doing here?" asked Michelle. Christine and Irene looked up, with questioning eyes. "What do you mean?" asked Irene. "Everything off, naturally." Dana sat up suddenly, but Michelle slowly pressed her finger on her lips and kept it there. "No, I mean I had something very cute in mind. She's still going bald, don't worry, but with some extra twist. But it's gonna a bit longer than your haircuts, about 20 minutes." Christine and Irene looked at each other and grinned. They definitely had a few minutes to spare to see Dana going from waist length to bald in one go, especially with an extra twist. "Go for it," said Irene.
"Hey, it's mmmm... my hair..." mumbled Dana suddenly, almost in tears. "Awww, and you're going to be so cute," said Christine playfully. Both her and Irene were now moving toward the free barber chairs. They sat down and turned them to face Dana's chair, now between them. They weren't going to miss any second of this.
"Right, then let's get you buzzed, then," said Michelle. Dana looked extremely distressed, and was on the verge of tears. "Ow, come on," said Christine, "we all agreed to get our hair cut." "Yeah, but not buzz it all off," sniffled Dana. "I didn't want to do it either and I like it." "You had short hair to begin with!" "Irene had long hair and she likes it buzzed too." The argument served to make Dana forget her tears, and to get Michelle ready. While the girls were talking, she filled her pocket with elastic bands and produced a straight comb. Soon she was behind Dana's chair with the cape, and ready to begin.
Dana fell quiet as the cape enveloped her. She felt the tears push back out, but she managed to stop them somehow. Her friends were right, they were all getting haircuts and if they buzzed their heads it means she would have to buzz hers too. But still, buzzing off waist long hair wasn't that easy.
Michelle stopped for a moment and looked at the head of golden locks before her. The she raised the comb and started working.
The girls had to admit to being surprised. The two buzzheads were licking their lips in anticipation to seeing the longs locks falling. But instead of some heavy clipper action they were witnessing some heavy comb action.
Dana was the most surprised of them all. She had expected perhaps to see the clippers run straight up her forehead, but instead Michelle was doing nothing of the sort. The clippers were resting quietly at their usual place.
Michelle was working fast now. She started separating strands of Dana's blonde locks with the comb in precise portions. Every once in a while she would stop and gather the hair in a zone in a small ponytail which she would tie with an elastic band.
All the girls watched Michelle's work progressing, as more and more ponytails were created and less hair hung freely. Eventually every last strand of hair was tied up. Dana's head was now covered in ponytails.
"Now for some short bangs," announced Michelle. She proceeded to let down a ponytail at the front of Dana's head. The buzzed girls now noticed that although the barberette appeared to make the ponytails randomly, the front curtain of hair was just in the right position to make some very nice bangs.
Dana didn't see anything, since the thick curtain of hair was blocking her view. Suddenly, she heard a shnick, shnick and the hair in front of her eyes started to fall. Michelle was cutting it off with scissors. Soon she had bangs cut in a straight line right above her eyebrows. But Michelle hadn't stopped here and had managed to layer the bangs slightly toward the edges, so they were actually curved down slightly on the left and right, framing Dana's face very nicely.
Dana was still admiring her new bangs in the mirror (she liked them) when the clippers suddenly started buzzing. She gasped and looked up, only to see Michelle holding the clippers and placing a hand on her head. "Please hold your head straight, blondie," she advised. Dana felt her heart jump to her throat. She watched intently in the mirror as Michelle slowly brought the clippers to the back of her head. She still didn't really believe her head was to be buzzed.
Michelle grabbed hold of a ponytail at the back and started to remove it by shaving off all the hair making it up at the skin. She was done soon and placed the super long ponytail across Dana's lap. The girl gasped and her eyes widened as she saw this. Before she could say or even think of anything, Michelle was back to work, shaving off another ponytail.
This went on for a few minutes. Michelle was working fast and it was obvious she had prepared the terrain well beforehand. But to what ultimate purpose, the girls wondered, since she seemed to shave everything off.
The interesting thing was that since Dana's hair was so light in color, she seemed completely bald. Her friends' darker hair had made for a very nice hue on their buzzed heads, but her own was practically invisible.
Suddenly, the girls realized what Michelle was up to. As the ponytails were coming off and Dana's head was becoming bald, the only places where she still had hair were apparent. First there were the bangs, and then there were two high twin ponytails, the kind little girls wore.
All too soon, Michelle was done. She started a second pass over Dana's head, looking for any hairs she had missed.
Christine and Irene were in awe. They just couldn't believe how cute Dana looked with twin ponytails and bangs on an otherwise perfectly bald head. Michelle completed the look by using pink ribbons (God knows why she had any in a barbershop) to tie the ponytails tight and she used some gel to make them even more perky.
"This is so cute it's sick," blurted Irene, not able to contain her excitement anymore. "Shit, I WANT that too! I'm gonna grow my hair back just to get it shaved like this." Dana had to admit it looked extremely cute on her, although she still couldn't believe the rest of her head was bald. She looked down and her jaw dropped at the sight. The other girls quickly followed her eyes. If Irene's or Christine's hair looked like a huge pile, it was nothing compared to the positively gorgeous and impressive mound in Dana's lap. They had to help Michelle take it off a bit at a time, and when they were done Dana could tell the difference in weight.
After the now customary brushing and powdering, Dana was finally free of the cape. She got up on wobbly legs and her hands shot to her head... only to discover that Christine had snuck up behind her and held her wrists behind her back, while Irene stood in front of her and placed her hands on her head. Her warm hands started roaming all over her bald head, driving her wild. Irene took her time exploring the bald skin, the soft bangs and the long, taunting ponytails.
"Damn it, you two, it's not fair," cried Dana. "I want to feel it too!" "Wait your turn," giggled Irene. As soon as she was (reluctantly) done, she moved behind Dana and carefully switched places with Christine. Dana almost got a hand halfway up to her head but was quickly captured and restrained.
Christine took her own sweet time playing with Dana's head as well, while the blonde was fuming. Eventually, she was freed amidst cascades of giggles and the three girls joined in a frenzy of hands roaming over buzzed heads.
Finally, they settled down and started to prepare for leaving. The entire thing had taken under an hour. "How much for the haircuts?" asked Irene as they were getting their school backpacks. "5 bucks each," said Michelle. The girls payed up happily. They tried to give Michelle a good tip, but she refused. "Come on, Michelle, you've got to accept some tip. This was too much fun." "Well..." said Michelle. A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her face. "I DO happen to have something I'd like as a tip, actually..." she said. "Anything," said Christine. "Just name it." "I would like her bangs."
The girls looked very surprised as she pointed at Irene. "Wh.. what?" stammered the brunette. "My bangs, what do you mean?" "Oh, come on, you know what she means, Irene," said Christine cheerfully. "Now get in the chair so she can shave you." "Yeah, Michelle, make her a baldie," piped up Dana excitedly. "But... but I like them, I want to keep them," protested Irene. "Now, now, Irene, we did promise to give the nice barberette anything," said Christine. "Get in the chair already, we're gonna be late." "No need for the chair, really," said Michelle. "Just hold her still for a second, please." Christine and Dana dutifully obliged, and Irene suddenly found herself immobilized by their hands. "You assholes," she said smiling, but her stomach was once again doing flip-flops. She watched as Michelle picked up the clippers and came near her. She stopped right in front of her. "Here we go," said Michelle. She placed the clipper blade on Irene's temple and kept it there for a moment. Irene felt the blade vibrating, warm, and she looked at herself again in the mirror. She gulped and she started feeling really, really hot for some reason.
Slowly, very slowly, the humming blade started moving. The sensation over her freshly denuded skin made Irene shiver with pleasure. She watched with wide eyes as the clippers passed over her bangs. Her eyes got even wider as she saw her bangs falling slowly. One more pass of the clippers and she was now completely bald.
She moved her eyes away from the mirror and looked at Michelle in front of her. The barberette's deep eyes were gazing straight into hers. She placed her hand on Irene's freshly denuded forehead and ran it slowly back over her buzzed head. Irene's hips bucked involuntarily and, dazed, she realized this thing had managed to bring her to the brink of orgasm. Just as she thought of this, Michelle leaned forward. Her lips connected to Irene's and her tongue slipped deep in her mouth. It only took her a couple of seconds of french kissing to bring Irene off to a powerful orgasm that left her gasping for air.
Her friends watched this with wide eyes. "Wow," managed to say Dana. "Exactly," quipped Christine. The all burst into laughter, although Irene was still beet red and deeply embarrassed by the fact she'd just orgasmed in front of her friends, on account of having her long black hair buzzed completely off and experiencing her first kiss with another woman.
They finally said their goodbyes to Michelle and left the barbershop. They had just enough time to make it home and to the station. They looked at each other's buzzed heads for a second, then started laughing and walking down the street talking excitedly.
But whatever they talked about, Irene couldn't stop thinking about buzzing Christine's bangs, and both of them thought constantly about buzzing off Dana's ponytails and bangs and making her a complete baldie. If they could manage grabbing them from home, there were going to be at least two pair of clippers in the luggage on this trip.
THE END
The sky was perfect blue and crystal clear, as summer had already arrived. It was just a couple of days until the summer break, and the three girls were alone in their usual spot, behind the gym, smoking, away from the eyes of the teachers. They were just finishing their sophomore year in high-school, and they had planned a two month-long trekking expedition.
The backpacks were ready, the train tickets have been bought, and they had the itinerary all planned out. Four hours after the final class the next day they would be riding the train toward the mighty mountains and they could hardly contain their excitement. The little over 24 hours remaining seemed like an eternity.
Irene finished her cigarette and smoldered the butt with her foot. She waited for the other two to finish, day dreaming and gazing at the sky while fingering the end of her ponytail.
"You know," she said suddenly, "I was thinking. I should probably get a haircut before we get going tomorrow." The other two girls looked at her. "What for?" said Dana. "Well, think about it. We're gonna be on the trail for months. I'm hardly gonna shower some days, let alone wash and condition my hair. And I hate it when my hair gets filthy."
Her friends looked at Irene and considered it. She sure had a point. She had jet black hair that reached just short of her bra strap when free, and floppy bangs just covering her eyebrows. Lots of hair, in other words, and definitely not something you wanted to go with unwashed for days on end.
Then Christine and Dana looked at each other. Christine's hair was reddish-brown and she wore it in a shoulder-long shag with bangs. Dana's was dirty blonde, all one length, and was probably the longest of the three of them, reaching almost to her butt.
"Damn, Irene, you're right," said Dana. "We're such airheads." "Shit. I wish we thought of this earlier," blurted Christine while tousling her own head of hair. "Where the hell are we going to have it done? No salon will touch us on such short notice and we don't have the time to call around and hunt for empty spots." "Don't worry about salons, I don't think we have the money for it either," added Dana. "They'd charge us like 50 bucks each."
That was totally unacceptable, of course. The girls had planned out their trip budget carefully. They could definitely not afford to go 50 bucks short each. They looked at each other unhappy, wondering what to do.
"God, I definitely don't want to worry about my hair all the time," said Irene. "It would fuck up all the fun of the trip." "We're definitely gotta do something about it," stated Christine deftly. They were resourceful girls who could take care of themselves and take decisions, otherwise they wouldn't have considered the trip to begin with. If the salons were out they would have to come up with another solution.
"How about we do it ourselves?" offered Dana. "I dunno, Dan," said Irene. "I don't know the first thing about cutting hair." "Don't look at me, which end to hold the scissors, that's about all I know," shrugged Christine. "I'm even having trouble cutting paper." "Damn it," said Dana.
The went quiet, frantically searching for ideas in their heads. The break was about to end in a few minutes, and after the next class they were to go home and make the last preparations for the trip. Then tomorrow was Friday, and they would have just a couple of hours to figure this out.
Suddenly, Irene's face lit up. "I fucking KNOW", she said excitedly. Her friends looked up with newfound hope. "What, what is it?" asked Dana. "Come on, tell us," added Christine. "We're gonna have it done in a barbershop," stated Irene proudly.
Silence followed for a moment, while the girls considered the idea. "How do we find a barbershop?" asked Christine. "I mean, one that would take us. I heard most of them won't even talk to you if you're a woman. Tell you to go to the salon right off." "Yeah, and how do we know what kind of job they do? I mean, the guy could be a butcher for all we know. Even if he's good, how can he deal with girl's hair?" pointed out Dana. "No, you guys, I told you I got it," blurted Irene. "I know the perfect spot, it's right around here. I bet you know it too." Christine frowned. "I don't remember any barbershop around the school." "Yes you do. Know that small street we sometimes use as shortcut when we're late for the first class?" "Yeah." "Well? Don't you remember the shop?" Christine and Dana shook their heads, puzzled. "Oh, come on, you surely do, you just didn't pay it much attention. It's a very small shop, near the end of the street. It's gotta be about 7 feet wide in all. It's very small."
No reaction.
"It's got a wooden door with blue drapes?" offered Irene. "Wait, wait a minute, I think I remember it now," said Dana. "Isn't there a cool looking chick smoking by the door sometimes?" "Oh, right, now I remember it too," said Christine. "She's got this kinda goth look, with that black eyeliner. And she wears a black bandana and always keeps her hair in a short ponytail, right?" "Right. Looks like a biker chick or something, except she's got this white apron or something on her." "I always thought that's a gun shop or a tattoo parlor," laughed Christine. "How do you even know it's a barber shop, Irene?" "Come on, don't be silly. They wouldn't allow a gun shop so close to school," said Dana. "Well, I was passing by it one day and I was thinking that chick looks cool," answered Irene. "So I wanted to know what she does there. I snook a peek while I was next to it. It's a very small shop, it's only got like one chair inside, but it has a sink and mirror and all, and there was this old guy in the chair getting a haircut. It's definitely a barbershop." "Was the chick cutting his hair?" "Uh-uh."
The girls looked at each other. "Well, I guess this could work," said Christine. "How much would they charge us there?" "I dunno, but barbers are pretty cheap," said Irene. "I think I heard my dad say he only pays something like 5 or 10 bucks, that's all." "Damn, that's definitely cheap," said Dana.
"OK, then I guess it's settled," said Christine. "When should we do it?" The girls considered it. "Not today. I still gotta check out my backpack, we all do," said Irene. "OK, then tomorrow. You said it's right around the corner, right?" asked Dana. "Right." "Then that's it. When school's out we stop there for a while on our way home and have it done, then go grab the backpacks and run for the train station," ended the discussion Christine.
Dana had one last question though. "But how are we going to get it cut?" "Shit, I don't know, girl," laughed Irene. "Short, I guess. We've got time to think about it until tomorrow. Come on, class is about to start."
***
"Fuck, I totally screwed up on the test," said Dana. It was Friday and the last class had just ended. "I bet that bitch Markovski is gonna keep an eye on me when school starts again." "Forget her," said Irene. "Get your books and hurry. Christine's already waiting for us outside."
The three girls met just outside the school main gate, practically jumping with joy. There were scores of students pouring out of the school building, all happy to be finally free for the summer, so the girls excitement went unnoticed. "Come on, let's get going," said Irene. "Got your money with you?" "Damn right," said Christine. "Lead the way."
They broke away from the mass of students and once down the street they took a left on a smaller and more quiet one. Even though Irene said she knew the shop well, she still had to look for it carefully. They all did as they slowly went down the street.
"There it is," said Irene all of a sudden. Indeed, the small shop with the white door and blue drapes was quietly waiting just a few feet away. "Shit, I hope it's not closed or something," said Dana. "Seems awful quiet." "Stop jinxing," said Christine and punched her softly in the shoulder.
They stopped in front of the door. Now that they were this close they could all see the cardboard sign in the window clearly stating "Barbershop" with big black letters. Dana noticed another one next to it and pointed it out for the girls. Apparently it had the prices on it, but it could've been written in a foreign language for all they knew. They didn't recognize any of the haircut names on it.
"Hey, check it out," said Christine. "The most expensive one is just 10 bucks. We're definitely covered." The girls rejoiced at the good news. "Well, should we go in?" said Dana.
Irene looked straight at the door. It too had blue drapes on the inside, so they couldn't see inside. The last time she peeked the drapes were pulled, she seemed to remember. She got the chills thinking that maybe the shop was closed after all. She bit her lower lip and suddenly her hand shot forward and grabbed the door handle. She twisted it and pushed and what do you know, the door gave way. She pushed forward, with her friends in tow.
The shop was indeed very small. It wasn't quite as small as it seemed from the outside, but there wasn't much to look at either. It was pleasantly cool. As the girls stepped forward and their eyes adjusted to the dim surrounding, they took in some more details.
The walls were painted white, and there weren't any decorations. There were some plain chairs all along the left wall, waiting chairs, mused the girls. Unlike Irene's previous recollection, there were actually three barber chairs on the right, each in front of its own station with sink and mirror. That was about all there was to it. It looked very clean and it smelled nice, although they didn't know exactly what the smell was, but they were glad that it wasn't some filthy dump.
Near the far end of the room there was what seemed like the cashier spot. There was a small door which was closed, and a small radio was singing quietly some kind of instrumental music that had a lot of piano in it. Irene though it sounded like jazz but she wasn't sure.
This was all there was to the shop. It took them only a bit to take it all in. There wasn't anybody in the shop, and Irene and Christine jumped at the sound of the door closing behind them. "What?" said Dana, her voice almost a whisper. "I couldn't leave it open."
The front door had a bell attached to it, which had sounded off as it opened and closed. So eventually they heard someone moving in the back room. Soon after that the small door in the back opened and a girl came out, wiping her hands with a paper towel. Irene recognized her as the biker chick.
The girl was quite young, they realized. She still wore heavy black eyeliner around her eyes, and she had her usual black bandana on, with her hair in a ponytail. She didn't have an apron on though, she was dressed rather casually in jeans and a top.
"Hello, sorry to take so long, I was on the can," said the girl without missing a beat. "I'm Michelle."
The three girls nodded. They had stopped in the middle of the shop, not knowing how to go about this. At least it's open, thought Irene. I hope she doesn't say anything about us being girls and all, she cringed.
But Michelle seemed very casual and relaxed and didn't look like she was gonna comment at all on why they were here. She finished wiping her hands and tossed the paper towel in a trash can in the corner of the room. She then produced something that looked like a white apron and while she was putting it on she directed her attention toward the girls.
"You, with the ponytail," she said, "what's your name?" Irene snapped to attention. "Ugh... I'm Irene. And they are Dana and Christine," she added. Her friends mumbled "hi" quietly. "Irene, please take a sit at a station, please," said Michelle. "You guys can sit anywhere you like until I'm done with your friend. It's just me today, so I'm gonna have to deal with you one at a time." "Um, OK," said Dana, then she and Christine moved to the row of waiting chairs and sat down.
***
Irene looked at the barber chairs and considered which one to pick. They looked pretty much identical, so there wasn't much of a choice. She just stepped toward the waiting chairs and left her school backpack there, then she took a deep breath and moved next to the closest barber chair.
She stopped for a moment, then she gingerly put one of her feet on the foot rest, then the other. She grabbed the armrests and lowered herself on the chair, then leaned backwards.
Her first impression was that the chair seemed very big compared to the salon chairs. There was a lot of room, and she squirmed around, unaccustomed with all the space. She rubbed her palms back and forth on the armrests before she finally settled down. She started looking around. The station in front was pretty much the usual stuff, not that she knew much about it. She had never payed much attention when she was in a salon anyway. All kinds of stuff on, a sink and a big mirror in front. The mirror soon caught her attention. She could see both her friends perfectly in it, since they were sitting at one side. They caught her eye and smiled sheepishly back at her.
Next thing she knew, Michelle was next to the chair. She didn't say anything, she just leaned over and opened a drawer on the station, then pulled out what proved to be a clean white cape. She turned toward Irene and shook the cape open, then in one swift move she draped it around Irene's body.
It was a big cape and it covered Irene completely. It ended below her knees in front and it covered her arms on the armrests altogether. Irene felt the girl's hands at the back, pulling the cape together. Then she felt them holding her ponytail up while she tied the cape snugly against her neck. A bit too tight, thought Irene, but she didn't say anything.
Irene took a look at herself in the mirror. She was completely covered by the bright white cape, with only her head coming out of it. She thought she looked a bit silly. Her jet black hair contrasted wildly with the white of the cape. Again, she squirmed in the chair, under the cape. Somehow, she started to feel slightly more uneasy under it.
"OK, so what are you girls up to?" asked Michelle all of a sudden. She was looking Irene straight in the eye and the girl swallowed hard. For a second, she felt her head completely empty. Her two friends must've felt something similar, because there wasn't a peep coming from them. "Umm," she stammered, then caught herself and went on. "Umm, we're leaving for a trekking expedition today, very soon... aaaand we want to go short... so it's easy to manage on the mountain... you know." She had ended her little explanation in a rather silly manner, but at least she'd managed to break the ice. "So you're in a bit of a hurry, I take it," said Michelle quietly. "Uh-uh," said Irene. "Better get to work then. How does an inch sound?" Irene smiled. Ha, an inch. We're going to be brave girls today, miss barberette, she thought. She was beginning to relax somewhat and she even allowed herself to settle in the chair better before she looked at Michelle ironically. "Come on, do you really think an inch is going to be enough? We're going to be up there for a couple of months. We need something seriously short." "Oh, now I see. OK then, I know exactly what you mean."
These being said, Michelle turned toward the station, but then she remembered something and turned around. "You have really nice bangs, by the way. Would leaving them alone be OK with you?" Irene studied herself in the mirror. She could already picture herself with a short haircut, kind of. The bangs wouldn't have made much of a difference, and Michelle was right, they were very nice and she liked them. She shrugged. "OK, let's keep them like this."
Michelle just nodded and turned away. Suddenly, Irene realized her haircut was about to begin. She squirmed around under the cape a bit more, and smiled at her friends in the background as they smiled back at her encouragingly. OK, here we go, she thought as Michelle once again turned to her. She took a deep breath to steady herself.
Meanwhile, the young cool barberette moved behind Irene and suddenly the girl felt the chair jerk up once, then again, and again. Now she was quite a bit higher than before, but she noticed that her head was now just at the right height for Michelle's hands.
She felt Michelle's hands on her ponytail, pulling her scrunchie, then her soft waves of hair fell forward over her cheeks and shoulders. It was wavy, having been pulled in a ponytail all day. What puzzled her was that next Michelle started gathering her hair again, but this time the ponytail was high at the top of her head. She went to the station and picked up something, then she came back near the chair and she put her left hand around the base of Irene's ponytail and guided her head gently forward.
"Head down and keep it there, please," she said and Irene complied, kind of wondering what this was about. She's probably going to cut off the ponytail first, she realized, and she got a sudden chill in her stomach. She would have squirmed again under the cape but Michelle's hand was still closed around the base of her ponytail and she didn't dare to move. The mounting tension was killing her. She couldn't wait the moment she would feel her ponytail come free from her head, to see it fall heavy in her lap and to know that her brave haircut was finally on its way.
She heard a snap, then a quiet buzzing filled the shop. It was coming from a black device that Michelle held in her hand. Hmm, hair clippers, thought Irene. She glanced up to see what they looked like, she had never seen them before up close. She felt Michelle's hand on her ponytail, pushing her head down again, so she obediently tucked her chin in her chest. She peeked forward, trying to see herself in the mirror. Her bangs were covering her sight, but she could pretty much see through them. She saw Michelle positioning herself behind her, then she felt her hand pulling her ponytail taught straight up and the hand with the clippers came up.
Suddenly, Irene felt something nibbling down low on her nape. It was a very nice sensation, like small fingers drumming on her skin. The thing, whatever it was, started moving straight up and Irene felt it brush against her nape until it felt it touch her hairline in the back, dead center on her nape. It moved up, past the hairline, that strange and nice sensation, and it entered the hair on her nape, then kept moving up, very slowly. It didn't seem like it was going to stop, it kept going higher, it was level with her ear lobes, then her ears, then it reached the top of her ears and finally stopped and pulled away. Now that was interesting, thought Irene. She thought she felt a sudden coolness on her nape, where that thing just passed.
Suddenly, her mind clicked as she understood. Her mouth went slack, gasping for air. Oh my fucking God, was all she could think of. Oh God. She meekly tried to straighten her head as she peered forward in the mirror, but Michelle kept her hand firm around her ponytail and pushed her head gently back forward, until her chin rested against her chest. Suddenly, she felt the clipper blade (that's what it had to be, she realized) touch her nape again, slightly off to one side, as it started moving up again.
Irene's eyes darted around madly, looking for some clue as to what was happening. She was completely covered with the cape, the position her head was in made her bangs fall forward and she couldn't see very clearly. It was maddening. She finally caught a glimpse of her friends' faces in the mirror. Their mouths were open and they were seemingly staring at the back of her head. Oh my God, it's really happening, realized Irene. She was afraid even to utter the words in her mind, as her senses registered the clippers moving slowly and with that oh so pleasant sensation up the back of her head again. More coolness followed.
This is crazy, it can't be real, thought Irene. She glanced forward in the mirror again. She could see herself just like she usually looked. The full jet black head of hair, the thick ponytail swinging in Michelle's hand, the heavy bangs in front. Nothing's changed, right?
Michelle's hand was moving all the time. She had already finished the third pass with the clippers up Irene's nape and was starting the fourth. Irene abandoned her attempts to discover what was going on and closed her eyes. She had to admit she kind of enjoyed the sensation, deep down through the waves of nausea that had suddenly started to assault her. Another pass of the clippers started and Irene's stomach did a backflip. I'm about to vomit here, she said to herself. She measured the distance to the sink from her eyes.
Suddenly, Michelle was done with the back of her head. Irene felt the entire back very cool, it was a completely new and alien sensation. It was as if she could feel every little current of air. She had never had short hair in her life, the shortest her hair had ever been was shoulder length.
Michelle pulled on her ponytail, motioning her to lean her head slightly to the left and forward, and Irene complied. Next she saw Michelle's hand with the clippers come up from behind her right shoulder and she actually saw the blade being applied behind her ear. They moved up toward the crown and Irene saw the hair on her head, which until now stuck close to it since it was pulled up in the ponytail, come off just like that. It had simply come off her head and was hanging from the ponytail above. Her eyes threatened to come out of her head. She just couldn't believe it. It was like watching a movie or being in a dream, except that the blade of the clippers felt undeniably real.
Michelle started a second pass. This time she had to tuck the clipper blade under the top of her ear, but she managed easily and moved them up. Irene watched as more hair was separated from her head. But it wasn't until she saw the clipper blade applied against her cheek, then moving up against her sideburn, that she finally realized what was going on. Michelle was shaving her completely bald. She was taking all the hair off, completely. If she would have known anything about clipper cuts she would've called it having her head buzzed without a guard, but for all practical purposes Irene's assessment was pretty much correct. The clippers were excellent, were cutting her long hair like a hot knife through butter and they were leaving only the tinniest of stubble, almost invisible, on her head.
Irene stared at herself in the mirror. She looked a bit strange now. The top of her head, with the heavy ponytail, the hair pulled back and the bangs in her eyes, seemed pretty normal. But on the right side of her head, going all the way backwards, there was nothing but white skin, although the hair still hung from the ponytail above and covered her head. She still didn't know what half of the image to believe, she couldn't believe it was her own head she was seeing sheared like this.
Meanwhile, Michelle gently pulled on her ponytail again, and motioned her to lean her head to the right. Irene obliged. As she expected, Michelle moved to the back, behind her left ear, and started going at it again, denuding the left side of her head too.
The clippers were buzzing softly, the small radio was still playing its obscure tunes. Irene suddenly realized she wa
s sweating. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. At least she wasn't about to vomit again, she thought, but just as she saw this her stomach did a backflip again. She opened her eyes and looked forward again. There she was, it was her, Irene, in the chair. The back and the right side of her head were free of hair, and Michelle was just removing her left sideburn, while carefully keeping the ponytail in the air, with all of Irene's hair hanging from it. Once done with her left side, Michelle pulled on her ponytail again, motioning her head up straight. Irene realized her head felt funny. It felt much lighter, and she was cold all around in the back and on the sides. She felt the separated strands of hair brushing softly against her head and the sensation was strange.
She saw Michelle was about to start again. She saw her clippers applied at the right side of her head, above the sideburn but behind the bangs. The sensation she received as the clipper blade started moving up on her crown was unexpectedly delicious. The soft hair was slowly separating from her head and fell sideways, but stopped short as it was still attached to the ponytail. Soon the first swipe was over and Michelle started another, this time right at the top of Irene's head. She was still careful not to touch the bangs, Irene realized. Then came the third swipe, on the left side. Now there seemed to be just a few strands attached to her head, and indeed, Michelle maneuvered around her crown for a bit.
Irene gasped loudly as Michelle stopped and lifted the ponytail and all her hair clear off her head. It was a huge mass of jet black soft hair, still tied with her scrunchie, and Michelle simply placed it in Irene's lap. The contrast of the black hair with the white cape was astounding. "Here we go, all off" she announced in a flat tone of voice. Irene looked at the mass of hair in her lap without believing her eyes. There it was, her ponytail, as she had envisioned it moments before, except it was huge and it felt very heavy. It was hard to believe that much hair had all come from her own head.
She looked up just as Michelle was starting the clippers again. She was cleaning up the remaining strands of hair all around Irene's head. The girl felt her warm hands on the naked skin of her head and she cringed at the new sensation. Pretty soon it was over. She finally got to see what she looked like. She was completely bald, nothing but skin all over her head, except for the heavy bangs, still in their usual spot like always. Somehow, she was surprised to see she looked nice, cute even. The combination between the naked white skin and the jet black heavy bangs was quite interesting.
Finally, she was done. The barberette produced a small brush and thoroughly brushed off the tiny hairs all over her head. Then she powdered her head with a sweet smelling powder. She lifted the ponytail from Irene's lap and placed it on the station, then proceeded to lift the cape off Irene's body. "All done," she said as she was lowering the chair.
Irene realized it was over, but still couldn't move. She stared at her image in the mirror. She was bald, except for the bangs. She slowly moved up and stepped off the chair on wobbly legs. She just couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. Tentatively, she started raising her arms and she placed her palms on her head. The sensation just about blew her mind. Half of her mind still didn't believe it and expected to wake up from the dream any time now. She had a zero buzzcut and long silky bangs, plus the knowledge that a few minutes ago she had a full head of long hair and that she just had it clipper-shaved completely off.
The entire haircut had taken about ten minutes, tops.
***
Irene was still out of it and looked like she was gonna be like that for a while, too. She moved out of the way when Michelle pushed her toward a waiting chair. She was still gazing intently into the mirror.
Christine and Dana felt they should do or say something, but they couldn't move or think of anything. They felt numb both in body and spirit. They simply sat there staring at Irene's buzzed head with their mouths open.
"You, red," said Michelle. Christine jerked as if she'd been electrocuted. She turned her eyes toward Michelle. "Christine, was it?" asked the barberette, smiling. All that Christine could manage was a slow nod. "Well get in the chair already, you said you're in a hurry," said Michelle. Christine hadn't made sense of her words yet, when the young hip woman took two steps, gently grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the same chair Irene had just left. She didn't quite register what was going on until she was already seated in the chair. About that time she came back to her senses and she grabbed the armrests as a sudden panic attack rendered her breathless.
In the meanwhile, Michelle was already putting a fresh milky white cape around her. Very soon Christine was staring at herself in the mirror, a head of red-brown hair and the white cape.
"OK," said Michelle, "another zero buzzcut coming up." She looked at Christine with a critical eye. "You've got cute bangs too," she stated. "Wanna keep them too?" Christine answered with some kind of meow, then she fell quiet again. Michelle looked at her for a couple of seconds then shrugged. "Gonna take that as a yes then." She turned toward the station and started oiling the clipper blade.
Christine's thought started slowly floating again. Oh my GOD, she thought. She's going to shave, no, buzz, my head too, she realized. What should I do? She tried to find an answer desperately but she just couldn't. Irene had already had her long hair buzzed clean off, so she couldn't very well get up and leave now. But... but... oh GOD, is she really going to buzz mine off too?
She looked in the mirror at herself. Her hair was much shorter than Irene's had been, yet it was still a lot of it. It was a simple yet cute short haircut, coming just short of her shoulders, with thick bangs. The color was a rich brownish-red.
Suddenly, she saw Michelle turning toward her, clippers in hand, and along with a huge panic attack she felt her eyes start to fill with tears, completely involuntary. She sniffled as she watched Michelle like a rabbit would watch the hungry wolf approaching.
Michelle was minding her job very effectively. She placed herself on Christine's right and placed her left hand gently on the girl's crown. She pushed her head slightly toward the left shoulder and Christine complied, although she seemed to have some trouble breathing. She saw Michelle's clipper hand approach her head.
Her whole body stiffened when the clippers started humming, moments before arriving next to her ear. Her breath escaped in short gasps and her tears started rolling down freely as Michelle applied the clippers on her right cheek and proceeded to move them up. Through blurry eyes, Christine saw her sideburn come clean off.
The clipper blade kept moving. Michelle's hand guided it, not up but in a circular motion, around Christine's ear. All the thick hair came off very easily. Christine felt it touch her ear as it fell, then she felt it drop on her shoulder, after which it came rolling down in her lap. She followed it with her eyes by reflex, but Michelle grabbed the hair at her crown and gently pulled her head back into position.
Buzzaaa... buzzaaaa... Christine saw and felt the clippers swiftly denude the right side of her head. With the ear free of hair, Michelle was now sweeping from the bottom up with long moves, leaving nothing behind. The seemingly huge clumps of soft hair fell in a stream now, most of it ending up in Christine's lap thanks to Michelle's expert clipper handling.
The barberette kept holding the hair on top of Christine's head. She was using it to guide the girl's head around as she progressed around it. Christine suddenly felt like a sheep being sheared.
Michelle was now doing the back in a very efficient manner. Christine would feel the clippers being applied low on her nape, and she would feel her well known layers of soft, silky hair still in their place, like they used to be. Then Michelle would tighten a bit her grip on the hair on the top for a moment, the warm clipper blade would start moving up slowly as Christine's head leaned forward and red-brown hair rained down on her shoulders and down to her lap. The completely alien sensation of the clipper blade would climb steadily almost to the crown, then a fresh cool sensation would spread and Christine realized that another sizable part of her head was now completely free of hair.
Pretty soon, the back of her head was completely bald. Christine watched herself in the mirror with her eyes already red from all the crying, and tears still kept flowing from them.
Michelle pulled her hair on the top to the right. In the same swift and expert manner, Christine could watch her make short work of the hair behind her left ear, around the ear, and finally she saw her left sideburn buzzed clean.
Michelle let go of her hair and stopped for a moment. She put down the clippers, grabbed a couple of tissues and slowly wiped Christine's eyes and cheeks. Christine just let her do it, sniffling like a 5-year old. Her tears soon returned as she watched Michelle pick up the clippers again.
The barberette stepped behind her, very close to the chair. Christine felt her warm left hand gently cupping her chin and pulling her head back. She felt it leaning against Michelle's chest. The denuded back of her head was resting against the woman's warm and soft breasts, and Christine realized that Michelle must've had on only a thin blouse and her apron. No bra whatsoever, so her very sensitive skin at the back of the head could feel any move of Michelle's breasts.
Christine sniffled again, this time looking straight up through her thick bangs. The sensation on her nape suddenly made her blush, and the blush spread not only to her cheeks but to her ears and probably to her neck and back of the head too, because she felt hot all over. As she looked up, embarrassed, she saw Michelle's face above her, with the hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth. She looked straight into her eyes, she gave the girl a wink, then suddenly Christine saw the clippers in the air and Michelle started shaving the top of her head.
For some reason, that made Christine feel hot all over. Having this cool, beautiful young woman hold her head (her bald head!) tenderly to her chest, with her hand cupping her chin while the other hand was denuding the top of her head was out of this world. Before she could realize it, the warmth started spreading down to her loins. It kept getting hotter as Michelle finished buzzing her head and started a second run all over it, careful to catch any stray hairs, while her hands were expertly handling Christine's head all around, constantly touching the hot skin on her head.
All to soon she was done. The clippers stopped their humming and Michelle placed them on the station. She turned around and started brushing and powdering Christine.
The girl felt her cheeks dry with tears, but she couldn't remember when she had stopped crying. She still felt somewhat hot, although the peek moment had passed and she had begun to cool off by now. She looked down and gasped softly at the sight of the impossibly huge pile of red-brown locks in her lap. She thought she had SHORT hair, but there was a lot of hair there!
Then she looked up and examined herself in the mirror. It was, obviously, a shocking change. The red mane around her head had been buzzed completely off. She was sporting a fresh zero buzz and cute bangs in front. The sight made her attempt a weak smile for the first time in what seemed to her like ages.
She hopped out of the chair as soon as the cape was lifted off and she turned to watch her friends, her smile broad now. Her hands shot to her head and she felt a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shiver as she ran her palms over her buzzed head and through her long silky bangs. Suddenly, Irene joined her and Christine felt her friend's hands on her head as well. She didn't resist the temptation and started feeling the brunette's head as well. The contrast between the completely bald head and the soft heavy bangs was making her feel hot again.
"Right," they heard Michelle's voice. "Come on, blondie, it's your turn," she said.
The two buzzed girls turned their heads toward their still long haired friend. They looked at her thick and long golden locks they knew stopped just short of her bum and next them moved together toward her, smiling broadly. They each took one hand and lifted her up, then led her to the chair and sat her down. Now this, both of them thought, is going to be REALLY wild!
***
"So, what are we doing here?" asked Michelle. Christine and Irene looked up, with questioning eyes. "What do you mean?" asked Irene. "Everything off, naturally." Dana sat up suddenly, but Michelle slowly pressed her finger on her lips and kept it there. "No, I mean I had something very cute in mind. She's still going bald, don't worry, but with some extra twist. But it's gonna a bit longer than your haircuts, about 20 minutes." Christine and Irene looked at each other and grinned. They definitely had a few minutes to spare to see Dana going from waist length to bald in one go, especially with an extra twist. "Go for it," said Irene.
"Hey, it's mmmm... my hair..." mumbled Dana suddenly, almost in tears. "Awww, and you're going to be so cute," said Christine playfully. Both her and Irene were now moving toward the free barber chairs. They sat down and turned them to face Dana's chair, now between them. They weren't going to miss any second of this.
"Right, then let's get you buzzed, then," said Michelle. Dana looked extremely distressed, and was on the verge of tears. "Ow, come on," said Christine, "we all agreed to get our hair cut." "Yeah, but not buzz it all off," sniffled Dana. "I didn't want to do it either and I like it." "You had short hair to begin with!" "Irene had long hair and she likes it buzzed too." The argument served to make Dana forget her tears, and to get Michelle ready. While the girls were talking, she filled her pocket with elastic bands and produced a straight comb. Soon she was behind Dana's chair with the cape, and ready to begin.
Dana fell quiet as the cape enveloped her. She felt the tears push back out, but she managed to stop them somehow. Her friends were right, they were all getting haircuts and if they buzzed their heads it means she would have to buzz hers too. But still, buzzing off waist long hair wasn't that easy.
Michelle stopped for a moment and looked at the head of golden locks before her. The she raised the comb and started working.
The girls had to admit to being surprised. The two buzzheads were licking their lips in anticipation to seeing the longs locks falling. But instead of some heavy clipper action they were witnessing some heavy comb action.
Dana was the most surprised of them all. She had expected perhaps to see the clippers run straight up her forehead, but instead Michelle was doing nothing of the sort. The clippers were resting quietly at their usual place.
Michelle was working fast now. She started separating strands of Dana's blonde locks with the comb in precise portions. Every once in a while she would stop and gather the hair in a zone in a small ponytail which she would tie with an elastic band.
All the girls watched Michelle's work progressing, as more and more ponytails were created and less hair hung freely. Eventually every last strand of hair was tied up. Dana's head was now covered in ponytails.
"Now for some short bangs," announced Michelle. She proceeded to let down a ponytail at the front of Dana's head. The buzzed girls now noticed that although the barberette appeared to make the ponytails randomly, the front curtain of hair was just in the right position to make some very nice bangs.
Dana didn't see anything, since the thick curtain of hair was blocking her view. Suddenly, she heard a shnick, shnick and the hair in front of her eyes started to fall. Michelle was cutting it off with scissors. Soon she had bangs cut in a straight line right above her eyebrows. But Michelle hadn't stopped here and had managed to layer the bangs slightly toward the edges, so they were actually curved down slightly on the left and right, framing Dana's face very nicely.
Dana was still admiring her new bangs in the mirror (she liked them) when the clippers suddenly started buzzing. She gasped and looked up, only to see Michelle holding the clippers and placing a hand on her head. "Please hold your head straight, blondie," she advised. Dana felt her heart jump to her throat. She watched intently in the mirror as Michelle slowly brought the clippers to the back of her head. She still didn't really believe her head was to be buzzed.
Michelle grabbed hold of a ponytail at the back and started to remove it by shaving off all the hair making it up at the skin. She was done soon and placed the super long ponytail across Dana's lap. The girl gasped and her eyes widened as she saw this. Before she could say or even think of anything, Michelle was back to work, shaving off another ponytail.
This went on for a few minutes. Michelle was working fast and it was obvious she had prepared the terrain well beforehand. But to what ultimate purpose, the girls wondered, since she seemed to shave everything off.
The interesting thing was that since Dana's hair was so light in color, she seemed completely bald. Her friends' darker hair had made for a very nice hue on their buzzed heads, but her own was practically invisible.
Suddenly, the girls realized what Michelle was up to. As the ponytails were coming off and Dana's head was becoming bald, the only places where she still had hair were apparent. First there were the bangs, and then there were two high twin ponytails, the kind little girls wore.
All too soon, Michelle was done. She started a second pass over Dana's head, looking for any hairs she had missed.
Christine and Irene were in awe. They just couldn't believe how cute Dana looked with twin ponytails and bangs on an otherwise perfectly bald head. Michelle completed the look by using pink ribbons (God knows why she had any in a barbershop) to tie the ponytails tight and she used some gel to make them even more perky.
"This is so cute it's sick," blurted Irene, not able to contain her excitement anymore. "Shit, I WANT that too! I'm gonna grow my hair back just to get it shaved like this." Dana had to admit it looked extremely cute on her, although she still couldn't believe the rest of her head was bald. She looked down and her jaw dropped at the sight. The other girls quickly followed her eyes. If Irene's or Christine's hair looked like a huge pile, it was nothing compared to the positively gorgeous and impressive mound in Dana's lap. They had to help Michelle take it off a bit at a time, and when they were done Dana could tell the difference in weight.
After the now customary brushing and powdering, Dana was finally free of the cape. She got up on wobbly legs and her hands shot to her head... only to discover that Christine had snuck up behind her and held her wrists behind her back, while Irene stood in front of her and placed her hands on her head. Her warm hands started roaming all over her bald head, driving her wild. Irene took her time exploring the bald skin, the soft bangs and the long, taunting ponytails.
"Damn it, you two, it's not fair," cried Dana. "I want to feel it too!" "Wait your turn," giggled Irene. As soon as she was (reluctantly) done, she moved behind Dana and carefully switched places with Christine. Dana almost got a hand halfway up to her head but was quickly captured and restrained.
Christine took her own sweet time playing with Dana's head as well, while the blonde was fuming. Eventually, she was freed amidst cascades of giggles and the three girls joined in a frenzy of hands roaming over buzzed heads.
Finally, they settled down and started to prepare for leaving. The entire thing had taken under an hour. "How much for the haircuts?" asked Irene as they were getting their school backpacks. "5 bucks each," said Michelle. The girls payed up happily. They tried to give Michelle a good tip, but she refused. "Come on, Michelle, you've got to accept some tip. This was too much fun." "Well..." said Michelle. A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her face. "I DO happen to have something I'd like as a tip, actually..." she said. "Anything," said Christine. "Just name it." "I would like her bangs."
The girls looked very surprised as she pointed at Irene. "Wh.. what?" stammered the brunette. "My bangs, what do you mean?" "Oh, come on, you know what she means, Irene," said Christine cheerfully. "Now get in the chair so she can shave you." "Yeah, Michelle, make her a baldie," piped up Dana excitedly. "But... but I like them, I want to keep them," protested Irene. "Now, now, Irene, we did promise to give the nice barberette anything," said Christine. "Get in the chair already, we're gonna be late." "No need for the chair, really," said Michelle. "Just hold her still for a second, please." Christine and Dana dutifully obliged, and Irene suddenly found herself immobilized by their hands. "You assholes," she said smiling, but her stomach was once again doing flip-flops. She watched as Michelle picked up the clippers and came near her. She stopped right in front of her. "Here we go," said Michelle. She placed the clipper blade on Irene's temple and kept it there for a moment. Irene felt the blade vibrating, warm, and she looked at herself again in the mirror. She gulped and she started feeling really, really hot for some reason.
Slowly, very slowly, the humming blade started moving. The sensation over her freshly denuded skin made Irene shiver with pleasure. She watched with wide eyes as the clippers passed over her bangs. Her eyes got even wider as she saw her bangs falling slowly. One more pass of the clippers and she was now completely bald.
She moved her eyes away from the mirror and looked at Michelle in front of her. The barberette's deep eyes were gazing straight into hers. She placed her hand on Irene's freshly denuded forehead and ran it slowly back over her buzzed head. Irene's hips bucked involuntarily and, dazed, she realized this thing had managed to bring her to the brink of orgasm. Just as she thought of this, Michelle leaned forward. Her lips connected to Irene's and her tongue slipped deep in her mouth. It only took her a couple of seconds of french kissing to bring Irene off to a powerful orgasm that left her gasping for air.
Her friends watched this with wide eyes. "Wow," managed to say Dana. "Exactly," quipped Christine. The all burst into laughter, although Irene was still beet red and deeply embarrassed by the fact she'd just orgasmed in front of her friends, on account of having her long black hair buzzed completely off and experiencing her first kiss with another woman.
They finally said their goodbyes to Michelle and left the barbershop. They had just enough time to make it home and to the station. They looked at each other's buzzed heads for a second, then started laughing and walking down the street talking excitedly.
But whatever they talked about, Irene couldn't stop thinking about buzzing Christine's bangs, and both of them thought constantly about buzzing off Dana's ponytails and bangs and making her a complete baldie. If they could manage grabbing them from home, there were going to be at least two pair of clippers in the luggage on this trip.
THE END
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