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It was a hot Tuesday afternoon in August. Bea sat at her neatly organized desk in her office, wearing her favorite large floral dress and working or rather, trying to work. She was attempting to process purchase invoices on her computer while the breeze from the office’s standing fan occasionally stirred her long, golden-blonde hair, which reached down to her waist. They had been relying on the fan already a day now because, unfortunately the air conditioning had broken down right in the middle of the sweltering heat. Shara was working at the desk opposite her, and the fan was blowing on her hair too; however, her chestnut-brown locks did not flutter much, as she had visited the salon the previous week and opted for a boyish cut – a choice that proved very convenient now, as the heat did not bother her quite as much.
– Oh, this heat is just awful! Shara, how are you standing it? – asked Bea.
– Actually, I am handling it quite well. I am so glad I went to the salon last week to freshen up my hairstyle; I am doing just fine with the fan. – Shara said, leaning back in her chair and running her fingers through her glossy, short hair.
– Yes, I think it was a great idea to let a hairdresser tame your locks a bit before the hot summer days set in.
– Thanks! I can not imagine how you manage with all when that thick, long hair pinned up in a bun, because it looks like when your hair down is making your head hot, too. It seems like you are starting to sweat, already.
– Oh, do not mention my mass hair, it makes me so hot in this weather!
– I totally get it, Bea! Why do not you get it cut a little shorter? Then maybe you would not suffer so much on hot days. Especially in a situation like this, with the air conditioning out of order.
– I have actually thought about it, but unfortunately, it is the end of the month, and I am not sure I could afford a salon visit right now. Plus, my husband loves my long, silky hair; he says he does not know what he had do if I ever cut it short.
– Oh, I see! I think Tomas with his balding head can not even imagine how much warm a lot of hair can be.
– That is for sure! Well, I do not know, maybe… – Bea mused for a moment and took a sip of her iced soft drink.
– Yeah! I would not stress too much about it, though. I mean, you had be in real trouble if your husband did not like you as much just because of short hair. By the way, the salon I go to announced an end-of-summer sale last week; they are doing hairstyles at half price during the last two hours of the day. I got a discount when I went, so I even treated myself to an ice cream, too. I had a chocolate-lemon one – it really hit the spot in the evening heat.
– Oh, but I am so nervous about making a change. You know, I love it when my husband runs his fingers through my hair. I just do not know. You know what? Let’s just get through this last hour, and I will figure out what I want in the meantime. – With that, Bea turned up the radio and got to work on the bookkeeping.
For a long time, the only sounds in the office were the whirring of the fan, the clacking and clicking of the keys, and the Latin music playing in the background – along with Bea’s occasional heavy sighs and Shara’s cheerful humming as they punched in one figure after another.
– Bea, are you ready? It is already three past five; I would like to get going if you are ready.
– Oh, how time flies! Yeah, you are right, let’s get moving, because my husband promised to cook something delicious for dinner.
– Really? That is so sweet of him! At least you won’t have to cook over a hot stove at home.
– Yeah, he surprises me with things like that sometimes. And you know what? I thought I would surprise him with a new hairstyle, since I can get it done at half price.
– Now that is a bold move! I do not think you will regret it. I will text you the salon’s address.
– Oh, thanks! Got it. It is not even much of a detour on the way home.
– Alright! I will keep my fingers crossed that everything goes well with your new hairstyle. See you tomorrow morning, bye!
– Okay, see you tomorrow then. Bye, and have a relaxing rest, Shara! I am just going to call my husband to let him know I will be home a bit later.
– Okay!
Bea did just that: she called her husband while tidying up the office a bit, closing the windows, turning off the lights, locking up, and heading to her car. A few minutes later, she reached her vehicle – a metallic green Mini that she loved because it suited her so well, especially complementing her beautiful golden-blonde hair. She said goodbye to her husband, got into the car, and set off for the salon, feeling her heart beat a little faster by adventure awaiting her there. During that time she had made a bold decision – she will ask the hairdresser cut her hair much shorter, surprising both her partner and herself, too. She had not yet decided on the exact style, though.
After a short drive, she arrived at the venue and successfully parked right in front of the entrance. As she stepped out of the car and locked it, a little voice of doubt whispered in her mind.
“You could still change your mind; after all, they do not know you are here yet.”
“Maybe that little voice in my head is right.” Bea thought.
But just then, she found herself right at the entrance; she could feel her heart pounding in her throat and her mouth going dry. She shook off the hesitation, however, and opened the door.
– Good evening! – Bea said, a bit shyly.
– Good evening! Please take a sea, because there is a person ahead of you, but you’ll be the next. In the meantime, feel free to pick out a summer hairstyle from the magazines on the table. – said Kati, the hairdresser.
– Oh, thank you!
But Bea’s attention was already drawn to a beautiful woman with curly, dark brown hair reaching all the way down to her bottom. Kati was just draping the cape around her and adjusting her hair. She watched them, hoping to find inspiration for her own new look, while listening to their conversation.
“It’s been quite a while since you were last here, Izabell!” – Kati remarked.
“Oh, yes, about a year. I have realized I should have taken your advice then. This time, I really want much shorter hair.”
“That works for me. Do you have any specific ideas in your mind?”
“Yes, I have decided. I would like a medium-length bob with an undercut at the nape.
Bea listened to their conversation excitedly, thinking that – wow – maybe she should get something similar done too, but the idea of an undercut at the nape made her a bit uneasy.
– Alright, I think that is a really good choice in this warm, – Kati said with a smile.
With that, she set to work. First, she carefully combed out Izabell’s curly brown locks. Then, she pinned up most of the hair, took out the clippers, attached the smallest guard, and switched them on – Bea flinched slightly at the whirring sound of the motor.
Kati began clipping the hair at the nape on the right side, working strip by strip until she had moved all the way across to the other side. Meanwhile, Bea watched in fascination as thick locks of hair fell to the floor one after another, revealing Izabell’s beautiful neck. Kati then let down a larger section of Izabell’s hair and began cutting it to mid-neck length. Next, she released the remaining hair and trimmed it to match the length of the rest of the style. As she watched the pile of beautiful brown curls growing on the floor, Bea twirled her own golden-blonde hair around her fingers. Finally, Kati turned Izabell around to face her, combed the long hair forward over her face, and cut a set of baby bangs. Meanwhile, Bea grew increasingly tense, knowing that soon she will be the one sitting in the salon chair and her own locks falling in heaps onto the floor. During Kati finished styling Izabell’s hair, which completely transformed her appearance. A few minutes later, Kati removed the cape from Izabell, brushed off the stray strands of hair, and asked:
– So, how do you like your new look?
– Oh, it’s fantastic! I really regret not going this short last year.
– I’m so glad you like it. I hope you will come back to see me for a haircut again soon.
– I think so, because I would like to keep this style for a while. – With that, Izabell headed toward the cassa.
– Next! – Kati called out cheerfully.
Bea walked over to the chair with slightly trembling legs, yet with determination.
– Hi there, I am Kati. – She extended her hand to Bea.
– Hi! I am Bea.
– Please, take a seat.
– Thank you!
– Did you know you have absolutely beautiful golden-blonde hair? – With one smooth motion, she draped the cape over Bea and began adjusting her hair.
– Yes, I know. – Bea replied.
– What kind of style did you have in your mind or what would you like me to do with your hair?
– Um, I am not sure. I would like something shorter for this hot weather.
– How about I shave your head completely? That way, your hair definitely would not make you warm for a while! – Kati asked with a laugh.
– Oh! I would not want it ”that” short. – Bea said, her voice faltering.
– I understand, though you would look pretty sexy bald – you know, since you have the right head shape for it.
– Oh, really? I see, but I think I would prefer to stick with a longer style.
– Then maybe something like what I did for the previous client?
– Ooh! Actually, I had thought about it, because I liked the end result – Bea said with a smile.
– So, shall we go for that style?
– Well, for starters, I would prefer something a bit longer. Maybe a shoulder-length bob with traditional bangs, because I have had long hair my whole life and my husband likes women with long hair.
– That sounds perfect – Kati replied with a smile. Let’s get started, then.
Bea’s heart skipped a beat as Kati began the work. First, she pinned up a large section of hair at the crown of Bea’s head and started cutting the rest – locks by locks – to just above shoulder length. She dropped the cut locks into Bea’s lap. Once the first layer was done, she let down more hair and cut the same lenght as the fist time. She continued this process until Bea’s hair reached only her shoulders. Meanwhile, Bea felt somewhat reassured, as she liked what she saw in the mirror. Although, she was also a little saddened by the amount of hair that had gathered in her lap.
– So, how do you like it so far? – Kati asked.
– Well, it is better than I thought. I like it! – Bea smiled.
– I am glad to hear that. Now, let’s take a look at the bangs, and with that, she turned her client toward her and began combing the hair down over her face.
– Okay.
Bea suddenly felt a bit nervous again; she could not see what was happening because of the mass of hair, so she closed her eyes, deciding to wait until the very end to look. She simply listened to the sound of the scissors snipping away and felt the strands of hair falling against her face.
– Your bangs are done. You can open your eyes now. How do you like it?
Bea slowly opened her eyes.
– Wow, my face looks completely different! Thank you, it turned out great. I hope my husband will like it too.
– I think he will love it. Does this good for you?
– Yes, very much! And you did this for half price, right?
– Yes, of course – Kati said with a mischievous smile. How would you feel about getting your hairstyle for free?
– That would really come in handy right now. What do I have to do for it?
– Nothing special – just let me create the hairstyle I have envisioned for you.
– Ooh… I don’t know. But if you cut it really short or shave it all off, my husband is sure to be furious with me.
– Do not worry, it will look great – totally presentable! – Kati said with a broad smile.
– Alright, then. I did come here to change my hairstyle, after all.
Kati did not even wait for Bea to finish speaking before she started combing her hair.
– Right, let’s get started!
With that, she snipped off the first lock – at the front right – leaving it just two fingers’ width long. Bea nearly jumped out of the chair in alarm, but realizing it was too late for regrets, she stayed put. She just watched, mesmerized, as one golden-blonde lock after another fell into her lap. All the while, she thought about how her husband surely would not let her back into the house now. Gradually, her hair transformed into a boyish cut. A few minutes later, Kati trimmed the last long strand down to a short length. Then, she adjusted the bangs to make them really short.
Bea thought Kati was just going to tidy up her hair a bit and they had be done. But then she heard a whirring sound and felt the clippers – fitted with a one-centimeter guard – creeping up the right side of her head and her heart nearly stopped. The machine kept carving tracks along the sides of her head and down to her neck. Then, the noise stopped for a moment. Bea thought she was finished, but the machine revved up again – this time with the bare blades exposed. She felt the heated metal against her scalp and watched dejectedly as Kati finalized the boyish cut. A few minutes later, Kati spoke up.
– We are all done. What do you think?
– It is great! I look just like my son does after my husband brings him home from the barber.
– Yeah, I might have gone a bit overboard – sorry about that – Kati said with a smile.
– I think so too! But you know what is strange?
– What?
– The longer I look at myself in the mirror, the more I like the sporty woman looking back at me.
– I am so glad to hear that! And if you ever want a cut like this again, feel free to come back.
– Hmm, I don’t know. Well we will see. But thank you, anyway! I think you have changed my life.
– I get it – Kati smiled at Bea.
– Well, have a good night!
– Good night to you, too!
With that, Bea gathered her things, left the salon, and headed toward her car, enjoying the feel of the summer breeze on her scalp. She had never imagined short hair could be so good, and she smiled. Then she got into her car and drove home. As she pulled into the garage, she felt her heart begin to race. She closed the garage door and stepped into the house.
– Hi Tomas, I am home!
– Hi Darling! Come into the kitchen; dinner is ready.
– I will be right there – Bea said, with that walking into the kitchen.
– Oh, darling what happened to you? Where did your beautiful, long golden-blonde hair go; the hair I loved so much? – Tomas stood up and walked over to her.
– Um, I am sorry, darling, but in this warm, I thought a shorter hairstyle would be better.
– But ”that” short?
– Well, you know, at first I only had it cut to shoulder length, but then I put myself in the hairdresser’s hands, and this is how it turned out – Bea said, blushing.
And Bea briefly explained to her husband how it had all happened.
– Can I run my fingers through your hair? – Tomas asked with a smile.
– Yes, if you really want to – Bea smiled back.
Tomas pulled Bea close, ran his fingers through her hair, then embraced and kissed her. Bea kissed him back; they kissed for long minutes, and all the while, Bea felt happier and happier. Then, slowly, they pulled away from each other’s embrace.
– Come on, let’s have dinner – Tomas said.
– All right! I’m absolutely starving.
After dinner, they both stood up, and this time Bea pulled Tomas close and began kissing him passionately again.
– What do you say we continue this in the bedroom? – Tomas asked a few minutes later.
– Good idea! I can not wait to get into bed! I will do the dishes tomorrow morning.
With that, they headed into the bedroom.
The next morning, when Bea arrived at work, Shara was already sitting at her computer, drinking her morning coffee.
– Wow! What happened to you? – Shara asked Bea, her eyes wide with surprise as she walked in.
– What do you mean, what happened to me? – Bea asked with a mischievous smile.
– Well, I never would have thought you had ended up shaving your head!
– Actually, I did not have my head shaved. As it turned out, though, I left the hair salon with a pixie cut. It was a look Tomas, to my surprise, really liked.
Bea then told Shara all about her adventure at the salon and the dinner back home.
– And you know, after we closed the bedroom door, we kept kissing until suddenly Tomas spoke up and said, ‘You know, darling, I have to confess something I did not dare mention before for fear of scaring you off. The truth is, the only thing that turns me on more than women with long hair is bald women.’
– Really?
– Yes, and just imagine – I started feeling a growing heat, and I could feel my panties getting wet.
– No way!
– And then Tomas asked what I would think about being bald from now on. I have to say, his question really took me by surprise.
– I bet! And from the looks of it, you said yes to him.
– Yes, I thought it over a bit, but I figured if Tomas would love me even more with a shaved head, then why not? After all, I had only kept my hair long for his sake anyway.
– I admire you! So, what happened next?
– Then Tomas and me went into the kitchen; he sat me down on a chair and went to get the clippers.
– How exciting!
– Yes, my heart was pounding out of my chest as I sat there. Then he came back, draped a sheet over me, plugged in the machine, and said, “I never thought this dream of mine would actually come true.”
– I imagine he was thrilled about it.
– Yes, you could really tell he was happy. Then I heard that unmistakable sound of the clippers; I saw Tomas take off the guard and bring the machine close to my forehead. I could feel the cold blades against the middle of my forehead and the falling strands of hair on my face. I felt the blades gliding gently backward over my head. Then, when he finished one pass, he started on another.
– Did he let you use the clippers at all?
– He did. I shaved off a few strips of my hair myself, too. I never would have imagined it would be such a fantastic experience.
– Really?
– Really – it is indescribable.
– Wow!
– Then, when Tomas finished cutting my hair, he took out his shaving cream and razor, covered my whole head in lather, and shaved it completely smooth.
– And then?
– Then I went to wash my head; meanwhile, my husband put away the hairdressing gear, came over, and held me in a tight embrace. I could feel he was really aroused as he stroked my bald head, and he kissed me passionately and I kissed him back. A few moments later, I took his hand, led him into the bedroom, sat him down on the bed, and things really heated up between us in the sex.
– Wow!
– Last night was absolutely amazing.
– I can imagine!
– And get this: we agreed that for a while now, he will shave my head at the start of every month. I am already looking forward to those days – hoping for some great sex. But I think we will have some wonderful moments in bed in the evenings before then, too.
– That sounds really exciting!
– I think so too! Right, I am off to make some coffee and start the day.
– Okay!
The end!
