Frank
Lukas, or the “boy-with-the-great-hair”, as he was called by friends, looked at himself one last time in the mirror. Vain as he was, he spent many hours in front of a man-sized mirror in his room. His incredible blonde mane flowed from the top of his head in gentle waves over his shoulders to above his elbows, covering his crisp, beautiful butt at the back. His whole body was covered as if by a huge blond carpet of thick shiny hair.
He was always violently aroused when he looked at his mane and could not get enough of himself.
Today he was invited to a party and was late. As usual, caring for his remarkable hair had taken a lot of time – washing, drying, brushing, admiring himself – it had all taken hours.
He slipped into very tight black leather pants (no underwear!), put on a white shirt, got into black leather boots and put on a tailor-made black leather jacket. His huge blond hair really came into its own in the black leather outfit. That’s why he wore his hair down today and not tied in a ponytail as usual.
The “boy-with-the-great-hair” ran down the stairs and long strands flowed around him. He planned to take the bus to the party, but realized that he wouldn’t be able to make it in time with the bus.
He opened a drawer on the table in the hallway and reached for the spare car key for his father’s Ferrari and strolled to the garage. His parents had money like hay and made it possible for him to live a life of luxury in luxury.
Lukas had just turned 21 and didn’t have a driver’s license yet, as he was too lazy to cram for the theory. When he had to go somewhere, he had his father’s chauffeur drive. But he had his day off today. From time to time his father let him drive a little on lonely country roads for practice. Therefore, he had no previous experience in city traffic. He opened the car door, gathered his hair at the sides and lifted it up so as not to sit on it. Then he threw it behind him over the backrest. The backrest of the driver’s seat was now completely covered with his thick blond hair, which reached down to the floor of the car.
Lukas started the engine and drove out of the garage. His parents were away over the weekend and could not be reached. Therefore, they would not find out that he had driven the car.
Lukas drove off in the direction of the city and thought of the looks at the party – black and blonde!! He was sure that his clothes and hair would attract all the attention and that he would be the center of attention. Lukas was so focused on himself and his hair with the black outfit that he ignored the speed limit of 50 km within towns. He dreamed of himself, how wonderful his extra-long blond mane was and which girls he could pick up. That was the only thing that dominated his thoughts.
Suddenly, however, he was catapulted into reality when he saw flashing lights in the rear-view mirror and heard the alarm of a police car. Oh shit, he thought as he looked at his speedometer – 95 km! Now he hopefully wouldn’t be late for the party! He pulled over to the right and stopped. The police stopped behind him and an officer came to his car, Lukas rolled down the side window and smiled. “Good evening, Mr. Constable,” he greeted him friendly. “Good evening, young woman, oh pardon, young man! Didn’t you notice that you were driving way too fast? – Please show us your driver’s license and vehicle documents.”
Lukas’ face turned red. Meanwhile, the policeman noticed in amazement what was hidden behind the boy – a carpet of thick blond hair. that covered the entire back of the driver’s seat and hung down to the floor! At first, the policeman couldn’t believe his eyes and called out to his colleague: “Herbert, come and look at this! You won’t believe it!”
Lukas blushed even more when the policemen whispered about his amazing mane. He decided to take advantage of her apparent interest in his super-long hair to distract from the missing car papers. Lukas opened the door and got out of the car, dragging his wonderful overlong hair behind him like a coat.
The two officers just looked at him in disbelief when Lukas smiled again and said: “Gentlemen, unfortunately I left my papers at home. Can we clarify the matter on Monday, because I still have an important appointment tonight. Thank you for your understanding!” He threw his hair back, took out a bundle of banknotes and held it out to the policemen. But the officers were not impressed and were horrified.” Young man, leave the nonsense! Tell us your personal data!”. Lucas named her to him and one of the officers went back into the police car to check his information by radio. A minute later, Lukas came back to his car with a serious face. “I’m sorry, but we have a problem. You do not have a driver’s license, you have exceeded the speed limit by 50 km/h and you are not the owner of this car. They have been provisionally arrested. We will secure the car and you will come with us to the station.” They handcuffed him and pushed him into the back seat of the police car. When you closed the door, he was trapped in the door with his extra-long blond hair!! Dylan screamed in pain and blushed with shame. The officer opened the door and threw a long strand of hair into the interior of the car. “You better take care of your hair!” he said in a tone of contempt.
At the police station, everyone turned their heads to the long-maned boy and laughed as he was led into the detention area.
They unlocked a prison cell and pushed him inside. Lukas shouted and knocked on the door: “I want to talk to a lawyer immediately! I haven’t done anything bad that justifies such treatment! Let me out and get in touch with my parents!! Please, please…!!”
. But he called in vain, no one paid attention to him. He slowly calmed down. They would soon have to let him go, because after all, he lived in a state governed by the rule of law. The hours went by and he became more and more nervous. He could forget about the party! No one knew where he was, and his parents were unavailable until Monday! He urgently needed a hairbrush. He usually brushed his mane every two hours, so his hair always looked very well-groomed and shiny.
Then the door opened and two police officers grabbed him by the arms.” Will you let me go at last?” he asked. “Just be patient. You are now being brought before the judge,” said one of them.
Lucas was led into a courtroom and stood directly in front of a judge. “My son, have you committed several serious violations. First, driving without a license in a supposedly stolen car. Secondly, serious endangerment of others by driving at particularly excessive speed within built-up areas. Besides, your appearance is a disturbance of public order.” “But Your Honor… ” “Silence in my courtroom” “Please be silent until I have pronounced my verdict “.
Lucas could hardly believe what was happening to him here. “For the serious offenses, I sentence you to a total of six months in a reformatory camp. This will teach you good manners and help you readjust to normal society. The punishment will be carried out immediately.”
Lucas protested. After all, he had not even been allowed to consult a lawyer.
The judge replied calmly: “We have recently had a new right-wing government that has enacted a stricter police law and has significantly expanded the discretionary scope for the courts. Therefore, nowadays crimes like yours can be dealt with in summary proceedings without a lawyer. A sentence of up to one year can be imposed and enforced immediately. Get this hairy subject out of my sight!”
. His legs went weak and he felt dizzy. He was led to a prisoner transport and locked in a small cell. Next to him were ten other young guys on board who looked like tough criminals: muscular, tattooed with bald heads and hair like sandpaper, and dressed in shabby jeans, boots, and T-shirts.
Lucas with his black, noble leather outfit and his long blond curls immediately attracted attention. They laughed and shouted: “Hey guys Rapunzel is here” “I thought this was a camp just for boys” “Hey honey, come here and wipe my ass off!
“It’s time they cut your hair off – that’s disgusting”
The guards also laughed and then asked for silence. The transporter started moving and reached the recovery camp after an hour. A gloomy brick building with barbed wire and a high wall. One after the other, they had to hand in and acknowledge their personal belongings.
Then they went to the clothing store and were given a blue inmate uniform and had to hand in their personal clothes. Next, they were brought before the camp doctor for examination. Lukas tried to ask the doctor for help, but he ignored him and only mumbled that he had no lice.
They were led out of the examination room and Lukas believed that he was now being taken to a cell. There would certainly be a brush there to get his hair back in order and wait in peace until his parents would end the haunting on Monday.
But on the way to the cell, two huge officers took him aside and led him to a door with the inscription “Hairdresser” – “No, no fucking hairdresser comes near my mane!” screamed Lukas. “It took more than 6 years for my hair to grow so long! You can’t do that to me, and you can’t force me to get a haircut! This is illegal…! ”
“We are very much allowed to do that,” said one of the guards. “We have new, stricter rules in the warehouse that no longer allow longer hair for hygienic reasons. And by the way, sheep shearing is long overdue for you.”
The other boys laughed at the sight of the horrified boy
“Haha, Rapunzel is afraid of a small haircut”
The door was opened and he was led into the haircutting room. On the side were six waiting chairs, where three boys with 5-10 cm long hair were waiting silently for their haircut. He had to take a seat next to you and was obviously the last customer for today.
In the middle of the room were three old-fashioned barber chairs with red leather seats. All the walls were covered with mirrors. In each of the three chairs sat young men who were offered a single haircut by the three hairdressers in white jackets – shaving bald with the clippers. The three boys in the chairs were wrapped in huge, black-and-white striped cloaks. Their heads were pushed back and the hairdressers moved their clippers from front to back over their heads while their hair rained mountains to the ground. The floor was littered with shaved hair. The three boys were soon shorn and were able to leave the hairdresser’s chairs one by one.
“The next ones!” shouted one of the hairdressers. And the three boys next to him stood up and hesitantly sat down in their chairs. Immediately, paper ruffles and enormous nylon capes were placed around your neck and tightened, then the clippers were turned on. A firm grip on each of the heads from the experienced hairdressers and masses of hair rained down. When the first of the boys had finished shading, one of the hairdressers shouted: “Next and last for today”.
Lukas felt a hard push in the back, stood up, stumbled to the chair on wobbly legs and stood in front of it as if rooted to the ground.
The guards laughed.
A very evil-looking hairdresser looked at him.” My god. What’s that? I didn’t know that this was a women’s camp. Move your ass into the chair, Miss—quickly. I don’t have the whole day.”
Lukas was paralyzed with fear. He couldn’t move. “Can’t you hear me, Miss. This wool over your ears probably prevents you from hearing me! Move your ass into the chair – Now!”.
Lukas looked horrified at the old-fashioned barber’s chair. Everything had happened so quickly. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. What a nightmare! Finally he shouted: “I don’t want to, you can’t do that -No! It’s all a big misunderstanding that is terrible for all of us. My father is rich and can explain everything. Please, please call him, and everything will be cleared up! “Shut up, Miss. Since your father hasn’t managed to send you to the hairdresser all these years, he probably won’t be able to fix it now. Enough talking, swing your ass into my chair!”. Lukas hesitated and still didn’t move an inch.The two guards had been watching the whole time and grabbed him by the arms. They lifted the thin young wriggling man up and pressed him firmly into the chair.Before he could react, the hairdresser had already put paper ruff and nylon cape around his curls and he could no longer move.
Then the hairdresser Lukas began to pull out long blond hair from under the cape.
Lukas saw in the mirror that the entire backrest was covered over and over his hair as if with a thick carpet and reached almost to the floor.
His executioner looked at this mass of hair with disgust.
“I’ve never seen anything like this in my life, let alone had it in my hairdresser’s chair. A young man with hair like Empress Sissy! What a horrible sight. I’ll make you a real man in seconds!”
He tried to comb out Lucas’ amazingly overlong blond hair, but soon gave up. “Let’s just do it with the machine.” And then he reached for the clipper and turned it on. “Now watch out, my lady, how my well-oiled and warmed Minna works.” And without further delay, he grabbed Luka’s head with a firm grip and pulled him back into the neck. He held the head of his long-haired victim firmly in his grip with one hand and guided the machine to Dylan’s forehead with his right hand. “Does the young lady have a pony?” He smiled as he shaved off Luka’s front hair. Endlessly long thick blonde hair slid over the cape to the floor as his barber slowly moved his Minna backwards over Luka’s head.
It didn’t stop raining hair. The hairdresser now pulled the machine exactly in the middle of Lukas’ head, leaving only sandpaper.
In the meantime, the barber was ankle-deep in Luca’s curls. He started at his forehead again and worked his way from front to back and to the side, bit by bit, repeating the process several times.
Lucas screamed, but he couldn’t move. Mercilessly, his enforcer pushed his head forward and shaved the
ass-length back hair. The barber continued to hold his head in a tight grip as he removed the rest, leaving only a sandpaper hairstyle. When he was done, he let go of Lukas’ head. “Now you look like a real man. No longer like Princess Sissy. A nice, clean, sexy hairstyle like decent guys wear.”
He removed the huge cape and let long blond strands slide to the floor. “Oh, boy, since you’re the last customer today, you have to sweep up the garbage and clean it. Most of it comes from you anyway.” Lukas was horrified by his own hair, which he had to sweep up and just managed to fit into the garbage can. It’s all over and done with.
On Monday, Lukas’ parents learned of the events and hired a very expensive lawyer, who got Lucas out of the camp after two days. When he came home, his father and mother couldn’t believe their eyes. Instead of a hair monster with over-length hair, a new young man with accurately short stubble hair appeared and they we
