Blondie
Enza had recently moved to the new company and was trying to fit in and make a good impression on both her superiors and her colleagues. Even though she wasn’t an extroverted girl, she forced herself to be more open to new initiatives and to have as much fun as possible so as not to focus solely on work. She loved elegance and taking care of her body and even though she was a taller woman than average at 180cm, her main feature was her long black hair that she always wore tied in a braid that hung from the bottom of her head to her waist. At work she was always kind to everyone and her smile was very contagious and this helped her a lot in relationships. One day at work they decided to have a party for the weekend so they made an appointment for Friday night at 9pm. Everyone had brought something to eat or drink and there was a great desire to celebrate and have fun with lots of games and pranks in the air. Enza had worn one of her best outfits for the occasion with a black dress that matched her long braid and her shoes. After several hours of laughter they decided to watch a movie together and so they all sat down in the direction of the television. Among Enza’s most playful colleagues was Steven who loved to play pranks and decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink but while he was taking the bottle he accidentally bumped into a basket of kitchen utensils that had been washed after dinner and so bending down to pick everything up he saw a pair of large black scissors. Initially he had put them away but turning to go back to the room with the boys he noticed the very long braid that Enza was playing with at that moment. Determined to have fun he took the scissors from the container and slowly approached the young girl who was sitting unaware while watching the movie with the other colleagues. Without making too much noise he opened the scissors and positioned them right above the elastic that held the hair tight under Enza’s head imagining what it would be like to close the blades at that moment and deprive the young brunette of her thick hair. At that moment some girls saw the scene and screamed “STEVEEEE! STOP!!!” everyone turned towards Steven including Enza who saw the blades close together and immediately moved away from the scissors protecting her beloved braid.
“Calm down, I was just joking, I would never have cut her hair” Steven defended himself as he sat back down on the couch in his place.
“Are you okay?” a girl asked Enza.
“Yes, I don’t think we cut anything, luckily the braid is safe” Enza replied with a worried tone.
“I told you I would never have cut her hair even if I would have been curious to see her for once with a different hairstyle since she always wears the same style”.
Everyone offended him for the bad joke he had made even if the evening continued without further hitches but with the right cheerful atmosphere.
Another colleague approached Enza “I imagined how scared you were. What did you think?” she said with a calm and consoling tone sitting next to Enza.
“Nothing, I was just worried that by now he had started cutting but luckily he didn’t and my braid is safe”. Enza was still a little shaken and continued to play with her hair while she told the story that had scared her.
“I don’t dare to imagine what damage she could have done to your hair with just one swipe of the scissors” her friend replied
“Yes, also because if she had started cutting I would have had no choice but to continue having my hair cut” Enza’s words were full of sadness and bad thoughts.
“Let’s not think about it anymore, it went well” her friend concluded and Enza nodded and the two girls went back to chatting with the others.
That night at her house was very special for Enza who had trouble sleeping and was constantly tossing and turning in her sleep. She absolutely couldn’t think of anything else except that story, everyone looking at her so helplessly while she risked losing her beloved hair and Steven’s words that reminded her that she had been wearing the same hairstyle for years now and then the fear of getting a haircut and how she might appear to others with a different style. Having given up, she decided to get out of bed and walk around the house trying to distract herself and fall asleep but her head continued to travel in that direction and she did nothing but think about what had happened and how she would not notice anything while they cut her braid.
“Enough! I love my hair and I don’t want to cut it” she thought even if she continued to look at herself in the mirrors around the house and think about how she would be now if they hadn’t stopped Steven or if everyone had joined him and she now had short hair.
She continued to imagine the scene until she decided to go to the kitchen and get a pair of scissors.
They were similar to the ones at her friend’s house and they seemed so threatening and capable of taking away her most precious possession with just a few strokes.
Lifting them she positioned them right between the elastic and her scalp and she felt lost in those thoughts but at the same time she was also curious to know what emotions she would feel undergoing a cut like that.
“What if it was the right thing? What if I had to dare and have another style? I could always let it grow back and at the same time suffer the cutting of the braid” he continued to think to himself imposing with the noise of the scissors and the desecrated braid. Finally with his free hand he grabbed the tip of the braid pulling it forcefully backwards feeling pain all over his head and with the other hand he repositioned the scissors between the elastic and the scalp and closed the blades
SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP
She kept cutting her braid over and over again with the scissors and in the room all that could be heard was the sound of the blades cutting her hair and Enza closing her eyes and enjoying the humiliation and the process.
SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP
Finally the scissors completed the passage and closed in a loud “ZAC” with the braid hanging from Enza’s hand and the scissors still in the other near her scalp.
Reopening her eyes she saw her beloved braid and ran to the bathroom to admire herself.
Putting the scissors and braid on the sink she ran both hands through her hair to ruffle it and see the damage.
Now her hair reached just below her chin and was all messed up.
She couldn’t believe she had done it but in the end she had given in and now her braid was just a memory.
The next day she went to a hairdresser to have her hair done and she liked the new chin-length cut and it suited her very well.
“I wonder what my colleagues’ faces will be on Monday” she smiled as she left the salon and went home.
That Monday morning everyone was shocked to see Enza’s new look even though there were many compliments for her choice of new cut and because she looked even more beautiful.
Enza approached Steven and thanked him “I have to thank you. In the end if you hadn’t almost cut my hair maybe I would never have had the courage to change and now I wouldn’t have this cut.” Steven blushed and complimented Enza.
“Do you think you’ll keep this new look?” Steven asked.
“For now I like it, but I’m sure that in the end my love for long hair will lead me to grow it again and I’ll have my beloved braid back” replied a cheerful Enza.
That evening, returning home, Enza opened the drawer of the bedside table where she saw her old and beloved braid and thought “For now I’ll keep you as a souvenir while my hair grows back and when I get to that length I could always decide to cut it again” so she closed the drawer and fell asleep thinking about the strange weekend she had experienced and her new life with short hair.
