Getting Rid of All that Girly Hair

Jenny hated English class. The old teacher always droned on and on about old books that she had no interest in reading. The class seemed to last twice as long as any other class, she hated this class.

Today, she came in, took her seat, and prepared for another boring lecture. But wait, something was different. Something had changed. There was someone new sitting in front of her. Where was John? This boy had almost no hair left on his head. From the top of the ears down was nothing but shaved skin, then a transition border of the faintest traces of hair above that, then hair that gradually got slightly longer in a vertical wall around the back and sides until it reached the perfectly flat plane of hair on top. At the crown of the head the hair was mere millimeters long. Wait, that Manchester United backpack! It was John, the boy that always sat in front of her. But now he looked so different.

Yesterday his brown wavy hair was almost to his shoulders. Today there was nothing but bare skin on the back and sides, a stark white color compared with tanned skin surrounding it. His ears were now fully exposed. The hair on top all stood straight up and was cut perfectly flat on top with the longest hair less than an inch long. She could see bare skin on the very top of his crown that’s how short it was.

Jenny spent the entire class staring at his new haircut. She was intrigued by the precision and symmetry of it. But why would he do this? Did he do it willingly? What did it feel like to have his hair all cut off? He had amazing hair before and now has a haircut that is 50 years out of style. Yet despite that, the haircut fascinated her, and aroused her. She daydreamed about him sitting in a barbershop chair with hair raining down, and then being turned to face the mirror and seeing this was all that was left. Her arousal was building as she pictured these scenes.

Yesterday his hair was loose and wavy, today it was rigid and disciplined. She fantasized about reaching up and feeling the bristles on top, and feeling his freshly bared scalp. It took all her willpower to not to.

Yesterday she wouldn’t have given him the time of day. Today she absolutely had to talk to him. She couldn’t understand why, but this new haircut was turning her on. She secretly took photos of it from different angles so she continue obsessing over it after the class ended, and maybe even when she was alone in bed tonight.

The class for the first time ever ended too soon, though Jenny had no idea what the lecture was about. John rushed out the door without talking to anyone, partly because he never talked to anyone anyway and partly because he was likely embarrassed about his new haircut.

Jenny spent the next class obsessing about John’s haircut. She googled men’s haircuts and learned that it was called a flattop, and the bare skin on top was called a landing strip. She looked at photos of long and short ones, horseshoe flattops, even women with flattops. The warmth in her continued to build.

At lunchtime she got her food and headed towards her friends at their usual table, but then spied John alone at a table in the corner. As if guided by an unseen force she detoured over to him generating curious looks from her friends.

“Hi, it’s John isn’t it? I’m Jenny from English class. Can I sit with you?”

It took a few seconds for John to realize that the voice he heard was directed at him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“May I sit?”

“Why would you want to be seen with me? I’m a freak. Wouldn’t you rather sit with your cool friends?”

“No, I really would like to sit with you. It may sound weird but I really like your haircut. “

“You do? I hate it!”

“Then why did you get it?”

“I didn’t get it by choice. I was forced to get it. My dad just finished his tour of duty in the military and came home this week. I was glad that he was home, but he has been gone for many years and we don’t really know each other. His first words to me when he got home were ‘gosh, you look like a pretty little girl with all that hair, we need to get you a man’s haircut.”

“So yesterday he took me to Franks barbershop near the military base to get rid of all that girly hair”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. That must have been awful”. I should have left it at that because I could see it was a traumatic experience for him and that he wasn’t comfortable talking about, but the heat bloom within was spreading as I mentally pictured his story unfolding. And maybe it would help him if he talked about it, right? “What happened next?”

“I was young when he had deployed and don’t really remember going to the barbershop with him, only going to the salon with mom. When we walked through the door of the barbershop all eyes were on me and my hair. There were six barbers working on customers, and five men in military fatigues with already short hair waiting for haircuts.”

“Each barber kept sneaking glances at me while we waited like they were trying to time their customer’s haircut so they could get me. Some of the waiting soldiers shook their heads at me giving me disapproving looks. Finally my turn came. The barber had me caped up quickly then asked dad what we were doing with this shaggy mop today. All eyes shifted to my dad like he was a judge passing sentence on me for my hair crime. He told the barber to get rid of all the girly hair and give me a high and tight flattop which garnered approving smiles and nods from the audience. The barber wasted no time running his big clippers up the back of my head. I had no idea what a high and tight flattop was but I could feel the bare metal against my scalp so I knew I would have little to no hair when this hell ended. He worked around the side and my long hair started falling into my lap confirming that I was being sheared like a sheep. It took him no time at all to skin the back and sides, then the barber grabbed my head and told me in a threatening tone not to move my head or it would ruin the haircut. I was afraid to move, even when short hairs landed on my cheek and nose making it itch. The barber seemed to take forever shaping the sides of the little island of hair that was left on top of my head, then working his comb and clippers over the top to make it perfectly flat”

By this point in the story Jenny’s juices were flowing and panties were soaked. She’d never been aroused by a haircut before. This was a new experience for her. The thought of being forced into a barber chair and having her hair taken against her will had her clit thrumming. She discretely put a hand under the table and rubbed herself over her jeans as she snuck glances at his haircut.

“The barber then lathered my back and sides with shaving cream and quickly ran a bic razor over the area to shave it all smooth. That’s when I really knew there was no hair left there. Then the barber turned me to face the mirror to see this”, John said pointing to his new haircut. “As dad paid for my haircut, all I could do is look back towards the barber chair and the ring of my former hair that surrounded it. As we were heading towards the door the barber told me in no uncertain terms that he’d see me back there in two weeks to keep it tidy and my dad said I’d be there so I guess this not just a onetime thing.”

John’s head was down as he seemed to be reliving the memory which gave Jenny her first real closeup view of the top of his head and the landing strip. The symmetry of it all was mesmerizing. Jenny knew she needed to stop now or risk crossing a line and cumming in the cafeteria. She made small talk for the rest of the lunch break sneaking glances at every chance. At the end of lunch she invited John over to her house that night to help her study since she was in danger of failing English and she wouldn’t graduate this spring if she did.

Jenny met John at her front door wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt, her long chestnut brown hair loosely curling about halfway down her back. She was ‘girl next door’ cute. “My parents are out tonight, let’s go study in my bedroom.”

Jenny sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her for him to sit. “I really love your new haircut.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I think you look really sexy with it. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Can I touch it?”

“Ummm…..sure”

Jenny reached up and glided her fingers over his shaved nape. He initially winced at the touch but then eased into her caresses. Her hand then moved up into the stubble transitioning into the hair remaining on top. Her fingers circled over the stubble on top that made up the landing strip, then her palm gently slid back and forth over the flat bristled surface on top.

Her touch had ignited her arousal again, and she could see by the bulge in his pants that he was turned on too. She removed her sweatshirt exposing her perky little tits.

“I’ve….I’ve never done this before”, John stammered.

“That’s ok. I’ll guide you”, Jenny whispered as she moved his hand onto her breast and leaned into kiss him while caressing his nape with the other hand. As they continued the passionate kiss John’s hands began exploring more. His hands wandered up onto her nape, played with her nipples, explored her buttocks, and massaged her inner thighs. He’d read enough to know where she might be sensitive.

Jenny stood up and eased his shirt off then pushed him back on the bed. She removed his pants and boxers, then eased hers off as well and climbed on him. Her hair hung down around his face as she ran her fingers through his hair and with the other hand teased the tip of his member at the doorway to his virginity loss. His hands kneaded her boobs and nipples as arousal intensified. She eased him inside taking him deeper and deeper with each gyration. Needless to say John came well before Jenny, but that was fine. Jenny used it as a teaching opportunity and schooled John on the finer points of pleasing a woman while she played with his hair.

Their ‘study sessions’ continued each night for the next few weeks, and not surprisingly Jenny’s English grade did not improve but John’s love making skills did.

Jenny had been snubbed by her friends who didn’t want to have anything to do with someone that hung out with that loser John. The two of them spent all their lunches together. “Are you coming over tonight to study John”, Jenny asked as she sat down in her bright yellow sundress, Jean jacket and Converse.

◦ “No, my dad says I need to go the barbershop on my way home today to get my haircut tidied up.”

“Can I go with you?”, Jenny asked. The thought of seeing the scene of the crime excited her. And to see John in the chair, caped, and getting his unwanted haircut cleaned up would be like haircut porn. She’d never been in a barbershop before and hoped she could contain her arousal.

“Umm…sure, I guess, if you really want to.”

There were many barbershops closer than Franks, but John’s dad firmly believed that if you wanted a good short haircut you needed to go to a military barber. The building was a stand alone brick building with a large front window, door, and spinning barber pole. As they approached the door, Jenny fantasized about her being led in to receive a forced haircut. Her arousal began to build quickly.

There were only four barbers working on customers today with four more waiting. John and Jenny took a seat giving Jenny a chance to take it all in. The four in the chairs were all getting short military haircuts with a lot of skin showing and little hair on the cape or floor. The noise of the four sets of clippers was all that could be heard inside. They collectively were louder than the occasional blow dryer she’d hear at her salon, though women gossiping could rival the decibel level.

Jenny watched the clippers running over the heads of the soldiers and began fantasizing about it being her in the chair being buzzed so close. The heat bloom in her core continued to build as she tightly clenched her thighs together.

It took no time for a chair to open up for John. Only at this point did she realize that John’s barber was a woman. She was plus sized with a round face, but the feature Jenny could not take her eyes off was the woman’s hair. Jenny had initially dismissed her as a portly man because she had the shortest hair of all the barbers and the barbers smock fit loosely on her large frame. Her hair was cut into a flattop shorter than John’s. If she recalled correctly it was called a horseshoe flattop, and now Jenny could see why with the distinct “u” shape of hair on top.

John took a seat and the woman barber caped him up quick and set to work removing all the stubble on the back and sides, then taking the length on top down a millimeter or two.

“Next”, a barber called looking at Jenny.

“Oh, umm….I’m waiting for him to be finished” Jenny said pointing at John. Another soldier then occupied the vacant chair to have his already buzzed head buzzed tighter.

Jenny secretly filmed the flattop barber tidying up John’s flattop. She would watch it later tonight when she was alone. The barber lathered up John’s back and sides and quickly returned him to being baby smooth. Jenny tried to imagine him in that chair two weeks ago with a large pile of hair in his lap and surrounding the chair. Oh the juices were really flowing now.

John was just stepping out of the chair when the the female barber said, “ok, sweet pea. Your turn next”

All Jenny could manage to say was “huh?”

“You said you were waiting for his haircut to be done so you could be next so come on up”

BOOM!! No warning! Her orgasm exploded through her with wave after wave of pleasure gushing through her and down her leg. The thought of this strict barber ordering her to the chair the way John had been forced to two weeks ago had forced her over the edge. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and clenched her legs tight while pretending to look at her phone until the orgasm subsided.

She looked up to see the barber growing impatient while patting the seat of the barber chair. “Come on darlin’, I don’t have all day!”

Her mind was still spinning. No Jenny, this is just a misunderstanding. No Jenny, you don’t need a haircut because you got one a few weeks ago. No Jenny, girls don’t get haircuts in barbershops! No Jenny, just go wait outside while John pays and your hair survive the day. No Jenny, kids at school will tease you like they tease John.

“No Jenny…”

Wait who said that? It was John pleading for her stop. She looked around. There was a well worn path in the tiles from the waiting area to the barber chair and she found herself half way across that path and her feet kept propelling her forward. Her new found fetish was now in full control, consequences be damned.

The barber chair looked so much larger than the dainty salon chairs she was used to. She gingerly stepped on to the footrest then scootched back in the chair. Her feet did not even reach the footrest. She felt so small, like when she was 8 in the salon chair.

A cape was quickly whisked around her and fastened and the chair pumped higher to a good working height. “What’ll it be sweet pea, a trim? A woman’s regulation cut?”

The barber offered her a lifeline, all she had to do was accept it and get a trim, but again, Jenny’s fetish was in the drivers seat today.

“Umm…no. I was thinking something a bit shorter. I really like your haircut. Could I get that please?” What the freakin hell did I just say??!!

“Is this a joke? Did Frank put you up to this? Good one Frank!”

“No, no, this is no joke. I really like your haircut. I’m serious “.

“Yeah, I get that a lot don’t I Frank. I have to beat the guys off with a stick. Ok sweet pea, if that’s what you really want, one horseshoe flattop coming right up”

Jenny now realized that all eyes in the shop were on her, barbers and customers. One barber even turned his chair towards her so he and his customer could both watch while he continued with his haircut. Jenny turned a bright shade of red. What was she doing?

Military barbers are known for speed, efficiency, and precision, and she was no different. She grabbed a section of hair in front of Jenny’s right ear and hacked it off leaving about 3” of ragged hair, then grabbed a section right behind that and repeated the process working around Jenny’s head until all her long locks were either piled on her shoulders, in her lap or in large clumps surrounding the chair. In less than 3 minutes the barber had removed more hair from her head than all the soldiers’ haircuts for the day combined.

Jenny was on a rollercoaster. She’d gone from the high of cumming, to inner turmoil as her fetish and her logical brain battled for control of her legs and tongue, to being embarrassed as she was the center of attention, to arousal again as 2 foot long sections of her chestnut hair slid down into her lap.

She noticed John filming her haircut. Good boy! He must have seen her filming his haircut and figured he’d do the same for her. These will definitely get good use during her late night self care sessions.

The barber then put her #00000 attachment on she fired up the big black Oster clippers which made Jenny jump. Her arousal continued to rise as the clippers ran from her sideburn to her crown baring the pale skin and sending more large clumps of hair down into her lap.

Jenny had never had clippers used on her before. She could feel the bare metal of the clippers getting warmer as the barber moved her head around to skin the back and sides. She could feel the air conditioning and even the barber’s breath on her newly exposed skin. She could feel the arousal continuing to build as hair rained down, as her sensitive nape was buzzed, and as her fingers slid up her dress and into her sopping mound.

With the back and sides skinned, the barber positioned Jenny’s head facing straight ahead and told her not to move as she carved a path of skin on the top of her head to create the beginnings of a horseshoe. Then, being a master craftsman, spent the next 15 minutes leveling off the top perfectly flat and precisely shaping the vertical walls on the sides that support it. The final step was lathering the back, sides and inside of the horseshoe then removing the shaving cream and stubble with a straight razor.

As she brushed the stray hairs off her face with her brush the barber asked, “are you ready to see your sexy new haircut?” She slowly rotated the chair around to face the mirror.

“Look, we’re twins. Hand me your phone and let’s get a few selfies. Jenny opened the camera on her phone and handed it to the barber. She leaned in close over Jenny’s shoulder with their matching flattops almost touching, the cape still covered in long locks of hair, and a blank expression on Jenny’s face as she tried to come to grips with the fact that that was her in the mirror.

“Ok, now let’s both look down so I can get a good shot of our horseshoes on top”. Jenny obeyed and the barber snapped a shot of the tops of their heads in the mirror. Others in the shop snapped photos too, including Frank for their social media pages.

“My name is Max, by the way, short for Maxine. You’ll need to come back every one to two weeks to keep this haircut looking sharp” she explained as she removed the cape and threw the neck strip on the floor.

Jenny adjusted her dress and slowly rose from the chair on wobbly, wet legs. She turned back towards the mirror and raised a hand to her head. Tentatively, she touched the stark white newly exposed skin as smooth as her legs and her nether regions. Slowly she worked up to the ultra short horseshoe of hair left on her head. What hair was left was perfectly flat on top surrounding the smooth patch of skin inside the horseshoe. Next, her gaze fell to the floor. She snapped a photo of the halo of long hair that ringed the chair. She had actually done it and there was the proof. It was starting to sink in now that the person in the mirror was really her. Oh my god, what have I done!? Or more correctly, what has my fetish done to me she thought as she now felt her juices running down her inner thigh.

John paid the barber for both haircuts then came over to Jenny still trying to come to grips with her new reality. He gently took her by the arm and led her out to face the world as what would they would come to be called “the flattop freaks”.

Sarah sat at her desk waiting for class to start. She excelled at math and found this class too easy. She was already thinking about her plans for the evening when she realized something was different. The person in front of her was nearly bald except a small partial ring of hair on top. Like math, the precision and symmetry of the haircut fascinated her. She wanted to reach out and touch it. Oh my god! The piercings on the ear, this is a girl! She felt a twinge between her legs. But where was Jenny? She looked closer. The jean jacket and sundress! Holy crap!! That is Jenny!