HairFetish
I’m writing this story in a POV of a teenaged girl who’s got her long locks shorn off.
Hey guys I’m Jemma, I am a 19 year old teen with long blonde hair which reaches up to my waist. My hair is so thick that I can’t wear small bands to tie them up. I’ll always have large band over my hand just in case if ever I needed to tie my hair up. I love my hair so much that I trust only one barber which is a friend of mine. If I ever cut my hair it is just only at the ends, just a trim.
I have a best friend Claire, she to had some beautiful long hair which is not long like mine but she had it till her middle back. She was a brunette. Her hair was also healthier and soft like mine. When we both go to school all the boys and girls would look at us with a thought like would they never get a chance to touch our long locks.
One day Claire came to my house out of the blue and as usual we were having some quality time together. But I say her hesitating to tell me something. Then I forced her to tell what was it about, the information she told me gave me a heart attack.
She said that she’s going to donate all her hair to the charity event that’s going to happen next to our street this weekend. I was so shocked about her decision. I was like ‘come on you are not going to do it really right?’ she stared at me dead in the eye. Once she has made up her mind no one can convince her.
Then she asked me if I to wanna do it, and I was like ‘hell no I’ll never cut my hair short’. Then she tried to convince me about it but I said no to her.
It’s finally the day that Claire got her long locks sheared off. I to accompanied her to the camp where they were shearing lots and lots of men and woman. When we reached there we were greeted by a nice looking woman she must be in her early 30’s. She greeted us and asked us ‘its nice to meet you two are you girl’s here to donate your hair?’, just hearing that it sent chill’s down my spine in a haste I responded ‘ no just my friend here is to donate and I’m here just for her company’. Then she greeted us and sent us inside the camp.
After that Claire got her name registered and was waiting for her turn. I was also standing besides her nervously watching other woman getting their locks sheared off.
Finally it was Claire’s turn. She was called and was seated in a chair I don’t know where to go so I went with her and sat in a chair besides her. Then Claire was capped and the barber behind her whispered something in her ear and she responded something back. I saw her barber tie her hair up a high ponytail so tight that no hair would fall down. Then the barber grabbed a clipper and removed its guard, and placed it at her forehead and made few gentle strokes the top of her head had no hair. Once again chill went down my spine just from watching it.
Out of a sudden I was capped from behind and I almost fainted from that hear attack. I asked the barber behind me what she was doing. She replied calmly that this place is for donating hair, another chill went down my spine. I was like I’m not going to donate my hair what so ever. He gently said that because of me many people were waiting so I must donate my hair. I was not sure what he meant when he said to donate, I looked at the queue then I said ‘ok whatever just get it done with’, I was also planning to get my hair trimmed so I was fine with it. He asked ‘what length you desire’, I thought that he was going to cut how much I am going to say so I replied ‘about 1 inch is enough’. he quickly nodded and asked for my band from my hand and tied my hair like they did it to Claire’s.
I thought this is how they cut hair here and did not mind it, but behind me he took the 1 inch guard and fixed it to the clipper. Suddenly I heard a buzz sound behind my ear and all I know was from my nape to my crown a huge chunk of hair was shorn off.
I screamed ‘WHAT HAVE YOU DONE’, he politely replied ‘you asked me to buzz you with 1 inch right?’. The woman that attended us out there rushed to the spot and checked the damage and apologized for the misunderstanding and said that the damage is beyond recovery, so I replied with tears on my eyes ‘ok fine just take it off completely’.
When this was happening Claire was almost done with her shearing. She comforted me by holding my hand when I sat back in that chair. Now the barber removed the guard and asked if I was ready, I simply nodded and I heard that monstrous clipper getting turned on and my heart started to beat violently.
I felt that cool sensation of the clipper when it was placed at my nape, the barber slowly raised it up towards my crown a small chunk of 1 inch hair that was shorn first fell to the ground he made sure to enjoy this moment by slowly shearing the long beautiful locks of mine. All I heard was BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZZ after few strokes my back part of my head was bald. He lifted my ponytail and asked me to feel it after touching it I was getting turned on.
Then he started on my left side he pulled my long ponytail and placed the clipper below my ear and started doing gently strokes with every stroke I was getting turned on. First I was very sad and mad about loosing my long locks but now it turned me on and I was enjoying it. By this time Claire was done with her shearing and noticed that I was enjoying this, so she went up to barber and got the clippers to herself.
By the time she got the clippers I was bald on my left and back of my head. She stood before me so no one can see how wet I was getting from this, she then pulled my hair to the right and placed the clipper at the top of my crown she pulled the clipper back to front of my fore head. She always knew that my kink was pulling my hair so she did that not caring about the people watching us. I was biting my lip so I don’t moan out by accident.
She did few strokes back to front rapidly in between she lifted the clipper so it cut my hair leaving about 3 inches of hair on top of my head and rest of the long hair to the right part of my head. Then she did not buzz the right part of my head instead she cut them such that about 5 to 6 inches of hair was left my long and thick ponytail was in her hand. She placed it in my lap and began to shear the rest of the short hairs that’s left. She swiftly stroke few time on my right and a huge pile of short hair was laying on top of my long locks.
All that was left in my head was 3 inches of short hair on the top. She took out her phone and took a selfie with my lewd face and a short hair only on my top. I asked her to get it done already because if it took any longer I will not be able to control my moan. She agreed and gave the clipper to me. I don’t know what to do then she said ‘just place it in your head and just make a stroke backword’. I don’t know what came into me but it was like I got possessed or something I was not able to stop myself I just placed the clipper on my forehead and just made few random strokes on my short hair. Another pile of short hair fell on my shoulders and on my lap. I was so turned on that I froze in place Claire got the clipper from me and handed it to the barber to clean up the mess. Claire told me that when she handed the barber the clipper he had a boner seeing what was happening.
The barber again started at my nape making sure that no short hair is left. He made gentle strokes all around my head I loved the feeling of clipper on my head. After the shearing we were thanked for donating and were thanked publicly showing our long thick locks.
After reaching home Claire and I were rubbing each others head and I suddenly remembered that I have to deal with my boyfriend and my family members. When my mom came back home she was so furious about it then after she had calmed down I explained her what had happened then she was convinced.
When I asked my boyfriend to meet me I thought he would hate me for how I looked but instead he liked me even more and it also got him turned on so we both did the deed that night and I was happy that I did it.
