Austin’s Razor: The Convert

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Austin’s Razor: Ellie’s Awakening

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New Successes

No one was safe. With the addition of Kit operating as Ellie’s scout and assistant, even women who did not partake in the night life fun were at risk. The new fall semester had also started and the city was flooded with a wave of new potential victims. Times were good for the trio of shaving kidnappers.

Kit as the underling did not get to experience the same pleasures that Ellie did, such as having multiple wigs given as trophies from hunts, being shaved often by their master, or the frequent hookups that were expected from the lead assistant. Ellie had grown to take almost as much pride in seducing and pleasuring others as she did in satisfying her master and having her head shaved by him.

Although he withheld shaved eyebrows from the young kidnapper, wanting her to have the ability to look normal under a wig, he had actually allowed her to take part in some of their transformations. She had quickly become skilled with both clippers and a razor as she sheared away the pride and joy of women.

The trio had found themselves going after women with shorter hair as the women of the city tried their best to avoid the serial kidnapper’s attention. Women with hair as short as shoulder length were now no longer safe. The Razor and his allies would not rest until every woman in the city was bald or buzzed, whether by the kidnappers hand or for fear of being his next victim.

Ellie continued to find the most incredible and overwhelmingly orgasmic release from aiding in this great, hair-removing endeavor and, when not under orders to wear a wig, displayed her shining head proudly. Although no one other than the Razor and her underling, Kit, no one knew that her hairless scalp was a badge of honor.

Liza the Fighter

Each morning, Ellie would join her roommate and best friend Liza for a workout of some kind. The two had grown strong and fit, the bald girl and her long haired, brunette friend developing bodies that were the envy of any they passed on campus.

Although Ellie worked out and ate right fervently, she did so because it pleased her master. Liza, though, worked hard because she loved it. She loved to push her body to its limit and to compete. Her passion grew most in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Mixed Martial Arts though and all of her workouts were focused on making her better at that.

One morning while walking home from a particularly intense cardio workout, Liza could be seen looking on Ellie’s bald head with envy. The sweat glistened on her bare scalp before it was wiped away as she removed the sweatband she always wore to work out in. Her head, after the a summer and early fall full of plenty of sun exposure, was now tanned and never seemed to be irritated by shaving as it had in the beginning.

Ellie looked at Liza’s long hair and smirked. The high ponytail she wore it in hung down to the bottom of the sports bra she wore. Sweat dripped from its end down her lower back, dampening the tight shorts she wore just above her ass crack.

”You know, you really don’t have to keep your hair that long,” Ellie said, nudging her exhausted friend as they walked along the sidewalk.

”I know that. You’d be happy if I was bald just like you,” Liza said, smirking at her slightly shorter friend.

”Hey, I just have plenty of experience with being bald. So far, no complaints. My showers are so much shorter than yours. Now that I think about it, maybe you should be paying more of the water bill than me,” Ellie teased.

”My showers might be longer but at least I don’t have to stand over the sink almost every day to shave like you do,” said before continuing, “Or get my roommate to shave it for me when your ‘arms are too tired from the workout.’”

”You know you love our roommate shave bonding time! But seriously though, with how serious you are getting about fighting, why don’t you just chop it all off?” Ellie asked.

Previously she had discussed the possibility of cutting Liza’s hair with Razor. He has given her permission to only cut her hair short if she consented, not wanting his assistant to be recognized by her best friend in a kidnapping gone wrong. Liza was also a good fighter and would have likely been dangerous to kidnap. His only requirement was that the haircut be recorded for him to view later.

“I don’t know, it’s just kind of scary. You know I’ve literally always had long hair. I haven’t even had it cut shorter than collarbone length. And that was back in middle school,” Liza admitted.

”I mean I had somewhat short hair before but a shoulder length lob is nothing compared to this,” Ellie said pointing at her head. “Shaving it was one of the best experiences of my life.”

Liza of course had no idea how great it had been for the young woman who had been forcibly shaved the first time but she was still telling the truth. Being bald was both the most arousing thing she had ever done and the best look she had ever had. At this point, she actually loved how she looked with a bald head.

”I know it was. But I couldn’t be like you, I’d get so sick of shaving every day,” Liza said as they reached the stairs that led to their apartment.

“Liza, I shave every day because I like to be bald. You don’t even have to shave it at all. There are short pixies that would look fantastic on you. But I personally think you’d look great with a buzzcut. I could cut it for you once a week to keep it short,” Ellie said, stopping her friend on the walk up and taking her by the arms.

Pulling away and walking up the stairs Liza shrugged, “I don’t know, what if it looks bad?”

”Ok how would it look bad? You are way prettier than me and I think I look pretty damn good with a bald head,” Ellie rebutted.

Reaching the door, Liza jangled her keys as she found the door key. She began to unlock the door and open it but Ellie put her hand on the door to stop it.

”Liza, we are so buzzing your hair off. Let’s do it today,” she said, smiling at her friend who would hopefully soon be without hair.

With a playful push, the long haired girl moved her friend enough to open the door and walk in. Liza’s playful pushes always seemed powerful to Ellie who was by no means a weakling and she stumbled away. The fighter laughed as her friend regained her balance.

“Ha, sorry, I forget my own strength sometimes. I’m not deciding anything until I take my shower. And you should too, you stink,” Liza said, pinching her nose for emphasis.

”Rude,” Ellie said as she walked in. “Fine, let’s both shower, I’ll shave, and then I’ll buzz your hair off.”

Liza rolled her eyes as she disappeared into her room. Ellie felt confident that she had won her over and before going to take her own shower, she staged a camera that had been given to her by Razor for this exact event. The vinyl floored kitchen would be the perfect place for an at home barbering.

Ellie then went into her room and stripped down. She started the water in her shower and as it heated up, she looked at herself. Bald, with no makeup, she would have previously thought she looked like a man. That was the furthest thing from the truth though, her bald head highlighting her most feminine features. Her long, elegant neck, her ears that poked out in a cute way, and even the softness of her cheeks. It highlighted the sharp angle of her jawline and collarbone as well.

Her face wasn’t the only thing that had transformed. Razor had ordered her to tattoo herself, a sleeve tattoo running down her left arm from the shoulder to her wrist. Each part of the tattoo had hidden meaning from successful hunts and to signify his ownership of her. Her nipples had also been pierced and she found the sensitivity they always felt to be constantly arousing.

Also transformed was her body. Her figure was toned, with the faintest six pack forming on her tight stomach. Through clever workout plans, she shaped her ass and thighs perfectly as well. Her arms were toned and subtly muscular. The transformations that had either been carried out or ordered by Razor shaped her into what the pair considered to be the perfect seductress and she was proud of her appearance.

Stepping into the hot shower, Ellie washed herself. She also succumbed to the burning appetite she so often had, this time being inspired by the potential to buzz off her best friend’s hair. Eager to get out and give a haircut, she did the quick version of masturbation. She completed her shower both clean and weak in the knees.

Skillfully and quickly shaving her own head, hands practiced from almost daily shaves, Ellie removed the shadow of hair from her head. That shadow was the only reminder that she had hair to grow but also the reminder that she only was able to remain bald because of her successes in pleasing her master.

She wiped her head clean with her towel and quickly threw on a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. Her pierced nipples could be seen through the shirt as she had foregone a bra but she was at home. Bras are not for wearing at home, especially if one has sensitive pierced nipples.

Liza met her as she emerged from her room, running a brush through her long, tangled, wet hair in annoyance.

”That’s it. We’re buzzing it. I’m so sick of this,” she huffed.

Ellie smiled widely at her friend, “I thought you would never ask.”

Placing a chair in the kitchen, careful to place it in line with the camera, Ellie threw a black cape over her friend and snapped it around her neck. Before beginning the haircut, the bald barberette used a blow dryer and brush to dry her hair and carefully remove the tangle that had so deeply frustrated the soon-to-be buzzed girl.

With the long hair now dry and free of tangles Ellie took out her clippers and plugged them in. Razor had given her extremely high quality clippers and she was eager to use them on someone new after only shaving herself and Kit with them if they ever went a few days without a razor shave.

”So, I’m thinking we throw it up into a bunch of pigtails so you can donate it, I cut them off with scissors, and then I buzz it off. I’ll do a no. 2 on the top and then do the sides with a no. 1 and fade it down to a zero. Sound good?” Ellie asked with a degree of professionalism that seemed to shock her friend.

”That all sounds fine but do you think that if you just buzzed it straight away that we could still collect the hair to donate it? I kind of just want to jump right in,” Liza said, in a nervous way that Ellie had never heard from her.

“Sure we can,” she said as she attached the plastic no. 2 guard to her clippers.

Flicking them on, they popped and then hummed to life. Liza flinched at the sound which Ellie met with a giggle. The girl who was about to lose all of her long hair turned and flared at her friend who only laughed harder. She then placed her hand on the top of the young woman’s head and pointed it to the front.

Positioning the clippers in the center of her hairline, Ellie said, “On the count of three! One…two-.”

Before finishing counting, she plunged the clippers into her friend’s dense brunette hairline. She pushed the clippers back with short strokes, being careful to cut the hair as close as possible on the first pass. Bringing the clippers to the back of her crown, she started a new strip going backward.

”Oh my god this feels amazing. It’s like the best head scratches I have ever gotten,” Liza said, eyes closed with delight.

Ellie smirked as she continued to buzz her friend’s hair from her crown, “Just wait until people start rubbing your head. Why do you think I always put my head in your lap for rubs when we’re hanging out on the couch?”

Liza laughed, hair cascading down around her face, “I guess we’ll have to start taking turns.”

An excellent barber after forcibly shaving several heads, Ellie was soon finished with Liza’s crown. She rubbed it once with her hand, causing her friend to groan out a loud, joking sound of pleasure. The bald barberette then began to buzz up through the hair on the left side of Liza’s head, starting at the sideburn and working back as she finished each upward strip.

“I can’t believe I’m finally letting you do this,” Liza admitted to her friend. “It has always been tempting but after sleeping last night and then just throwing my hair up in a ponytail for the workout, my hair was a tangly mess. Hopefully I don’t regret this impulse decision.”

Ellie laughed as she completed the initial buzzing of the left side of the aspiring fighter’s head. “I highly doubt that you will. You can’t see it because we don’t have a mirror in here but I can already tell how great this is going to look.”

Liza gasped as Ellie began to buzz the right side of her head, “Oh my god. Ellie. I’m supposed to be in my cousin’s wedding next week. She is going to freak out when she sees this.”

Stifling a laugh, Ellie continued to buzz away long hair as she comforted her friend, “Don’t worry, hun. We can dress up the buzz or if you’re really worried, I can loan you one of my wigs.”

Liza held a hand over her mouth from under the cape as hair fell to the ground in long clumps, “What do you mean dress it up? You can’t style a buzz? Oh she’s going to be so mad.”

Ellie rubbed her friend’s head to comfort her as she sent the hair from behind her right ear cascading to the ground, “I’ll make you look good, don’t worry. I’ll touch up your fade and we can bleach the buzz. That way it looks intentional. Or we could even dye it to match your dress. It’s blush pink right?”

Liza attempted to nod her head but, finding that Ellie held it still, she muttered, “Uh huh. I guess that might be a good idea. We’ll try that and if it doesn’t look good enough I’ll just borrow a wig.”

”See! Problem solved! Now chin to your chest please,” the quick barberette said as she nudged her friend’s head forward.

In almost no time at all, Ellie buzzed her friend’s whole head down to 1/4 of an inch of hair with the no. 2 guard. She stopped to bend and move the long hair in a pile to the side so the short hairs that would fall from her fading the sides would not mix in with the long hair. Her plan was to collect it and bring it as a prize to Razor and just lie to Liza about donating it.

Ellie attached the no. 1 guard and began to buzz the sides, blending it in just below the edges of Liza’s crown. Her skin starting to become visible through her stubbly short hair and Ellie swelled with pride. She also found the familiar throb in her womanhood that she felt each time she shaved someone’s head.

Starting on the right side and working around her whole head, Ellie buzzed Liza’s sides down to a one. Out of habit, she left her off hand rested on the top of Liza’s buzzed head and shifted it as she needed.

”You’re really good at this,” Liza said, soaking in the calming feeling of the rubbing clippers and the relaxing hum.

Ellie shrugged, “Sometimes I go to a barber for my shaves and I just have watched what they do to the men who are getting their hair cut.”

She of course could not reveal the true reason she was so skilled but she continued until the sides were filled buzzed. Finally, she took the guard off completely and began to fade the hair down to almost nothing at the mid-temple level.

Liza was the perfect client for her first non-forced fade. She only ever shaved Kit completely bald and the women she helped kidnap always wanted to resist for some reason. Her best friend, though, did exactly as she was told and seemed to be enjoying the experience.

With her sides and nape faded down to the skin, Ellie rubbed her friend’s head warmly as she removed the cape from her body.

”All done, you are now the new you!” she said proudly.

”Can I go look?” Liza asked nervously.

”Yes but no touching until you see it! We don’t want to ruin the surprise!” Ellie said, discretely grabbing the small camera to record her formerly long haired roommate’s reaction.

Liza walked nervously into the bathroom and flicked on the light as her friend secretly recorded her. Tears filled her eyes as she clapped her hands to her mouth.

”Wait, you don’t like it?” Ellie asked, shocked at the suddenly appearing tears.

”What? No! I love it! You did so great! I don’t know why I’m crying but oh my god it looks so good! And it feels so good!” Liza said, rubbing her freshly buzzed head.

She sat and stared at herself in the mirror for a few moments longer, rubbing her head as she turned it side to side so she could see everything. Without warning she turned and wrapped her bald friend in a hug, placing a hand on the back of her head and rubbing it with her thumb.

”Thank you for talking me into this, I love it so much,” the freshly shorn young woman said.

Ellie returned the hug, rubbing her friend’s stubbly nape, “I was happy to do it. And I’ll be happy to do your trims until you find a barber that you like too.”

Later Ellie collected the hair and, along with the camera and recording, delivered them to the drop off location for Razor to pick up his prize. She knew this buzzcut would earn her another week of being bald as she strode home, head shining in the afternoon light.