Madison part 2: Julia’s Barbershop Cut

The day after her fateful barbershop haircut bet, Madison stood in front of her bathroom mirror, heart pounding as she prepared for her date with Julia. The events of the previous night had left her rattled, but as she looked at herself now, she felt a strange mix of emotions. Her fingers traced the short, sharp lines of her new haircut, and she couldn’t help but be surprised by how much she liked it. The haircut was severe, yes, but it also made her look handsome, confident, and undeniably hot. However, the severe part continued to bother her.

With curiosity, she grabbed her phone and started googling barber lingo, thinking about her next visit to the barbershop. Terms like “fade,” “buzz cut,” and “crew cut” caught her eye, and she found herself imagining what she might look like with an even shorter cut. She found the idea was both thrilling and terrifying.

Madison shook her head, trying to push aside her thoughts. She had a date to prepare for and reached for the jar of wax the barber had given her. She had been hesitant to use it, knowing it would make her hair stiff and rigid, but it was her best option for now and scooped a small amount out and worked it through her hair, combing it as the barber had. Part of her that hated the drastic change, the masculine edge that now defined her appearance. But there was also a thrill, a sense of excitement at how captivating and different she looked.

She took a deep breath and headed out the door to the restaurant where she was meeting Julia.

The Date

When she arrived, Julia was already waiting outside and her face lit up when she saw Madison. As they embraced, Julia’s hand reached up to touch Madison’s hair, her fingers encountering the stiff wax. Madison recoiled slightly, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry about that,” Madison stammered, her cheeks flushing. “The wax… it’s really stiff.”

Julia tilted her head, her expression kind and curious. “Sorry for what? You look incredible.”

Madison opened her mouth to explain but closed it again, realizing Julia didn’t seem to mind at all. They shared a small, reassuring smile before heading inside the restaurant.

They settled at a cozy corner table and began talking about themselves, discovering they had a lot in common. Madison felt her initial nerves melting away, replaced by a growing sense of connection.

Then, Julia changed the subject. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned forward. “So, I’m soooo curious, how long was your hair before? Can I see a picture?”

Madison hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment. She still felt a bit humiliated by the drastic change. “It was pretty long,” she admitted, pulling out her phone to show Julia a photo of her with long, blonde waves.

Julia’s eyes widened as she looked at the photo. “Wow, your hair was longer than mine,” she said, “It must have been such a shock to lose all that length.”

Madison nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Yeah, it was. Wait, why are you so interested?”

Julia’s embarrassment was palpable as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I just find it so fascinating,” she said, almost breathless. “How did it feel to be clippered by a barber?” she asked, her fingers grazing the back of Madison’s neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I mean, it must have been such an intense experience.”

Madison blushed, taken aback by Julia’s eagerness. “It was… intense. The clippers felt cold and vibrating against my scalp. It was humiliating but also kind of exhilarating in a strange way.”

Julia’s eyes sparkled with fascination. “Do you like it now? Your transformation?” she asked.

Madison considered the question and chose her words carefully. “I do. It’s very different but I feel more… powerful.”

Madison couldn’t help but wonder if Julia, with her long, beautiful hair, might be contemplating a change herself. Julia’s intense interest in every detail of Madison’s haircut made her suspect that Julia had been thinking about it for a while.

“Have you ever thought about cutting your hair short?” Madison asked, her eyes studying Julia’s reaction.

Julia’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. The thought of Madison choosing a very short haircut for her and taking her to the barbershop was undeniably thrilling. She quickly composed herself and shook her head. “No, I’m too scared,” she lied, though her voice wavered ever so slightly.

Madison smiled, leaning in. “You’d look great with short hair. If you ever decide to do it, I’d definitely take you to the barber with me.”

Julia’s breath hitched slightly at the idea, but she tried to hide her reaction. She was turned on by the thought but didn’t want to reveal her true desires. “Maybe one day,” she said softly.

The Idea

Madison sensed the unspoken longing in Julia’s words. She leaned in closer, her voice low and enticing. “How about right now?”

Julia’s eyes widened, and before she could respond, Madison closed the distance between them, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. The restaurant around them seemed to disappear as Madison took Julia’s hand, leading her out into the night.

When they got outside of the restaurant, Julia hesitated, her eyes wide with apprehension. “It’s too soon,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Madison stopped and apologized, but as she did, she noticed Julia’s pout. Dejection was written all over her face. It was clear Julia wanted this but was scared to admit it.

Seeing this, Madison’s demeanor shifted. A more possessive, dominant attitude took over. She stepped closer to Julia, lifting her chin with a firm but gentle hand. “Julia, if you wait, you’ll never do it,” she said, her voice low and commanding. She kissed her again, this time more passionately, before taking her hand once more. “C’mon,” she urged, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Julia melted under Madison’s touch, her mind racing. This was exactly what she had always wanted—to be forced into it, for someone to take charge. Despite her terror, she reluctantly followed Madison. She couldn’t believe her wish was coming true.

As they walked, Julia’s eyes were fixed on Madison, who was striding ahead with determination.

Halfway to the barbershop, Julia stopped, her voice small and whimpering. “I don’t even know what I want or what to ask for,” she confessed, still pretending she had reservations.

Madison smirked mischievously. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell the barber exactly what to do.”

Julia nodded, her heart pounding. This was exactly what she wanted. “What if I don’t like it?” she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

Madison winked, “Well, that’ll be too bad,” she said with a teasing smile.

Julia was so into this, the feeling of surrender, the anticipation of the unknown. “What if I don’t look good?” she asked, her voice tinged with genuine fear.

Madison kissed her deeply, then pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’d be shocked.” With that, she pushed Julia through the barbershop doors.

The Barbershop

They walked inside, and Madison turned to Julia, her eyes gleaming with a new idea. “Wait here,” she instructed. Julia, surprised, nodded and watched as Madison approached the barber. The same imposing man from the previous night looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m getting a haircut first,” Madison announced, deciding to make Julia wait a little longer and act on the research she had done earlier. Julia’s eyes widened in surprise, her excitement palpable. She couldn’t wait to see Madison get an even shorter cut.

Madison sat down in the barber’s chair, staring bitterly at the severe side part that still marred her reflection. The resentment churned within her as she thought about how her friends’ cruel bet had led her here.

“Can you get rid of this part?” she asked the barber, knowing it would have to be very short.

The barber considered her request, his brow furrowing. “I’ll have to take the sides up higher,” he said. “A crew cut ok?”

Madison glanced at Julia, who nodded subtly, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and hope. “Why not?” Madison replied bitterly, her voice tinged with resignation.

Julia’s pulse quickened. Even if Madison wasn’t starting with much, Julia remembered the photo Madison had shown her. Madison’s hair had been so long and beautiful, and now it was being reduced to a stark, minimalist style.

As the barber prepared the clippers, Madison steeled herself. Even though she was dreading this, she realized it wasn’t that much more hair, and anything was better than the harsh part. She nodded at the barber, who began by buzzing the sides of her head shorter, almost down to bare skin, and a lot higher than before. Each pass left her feeling more exposed.

The barber switched to a longer guard and stepped in front of the mirror, blocking Madison’s view. Madison’s anxiety spiked; she couldn’t see what was happening, only feel the clippers running all over the top of her head. The sensation of the hair falling away was surreal, almost numbing.

The barber stepped back, a satisfied look on his face. “That’s a tight and tidy crew cut,” he said, brushing away the last stray hairs.

Madison’s lips curled into a sarcastic, apathetic smile as she looked at her reflection. “Great,” she muttered under her breath. “Just great.”

The sides were nearly bare, and the top was cropped close to her head. She couldn’t believe how different she looked.

Embarrassment flooded her as she realized how little hair she had left. She felt exposed, humiliated, and didn’t want to be seen like this—especially by Julia. Her self-consciousness weighed heavily on her, making her wish she could hide.

But Julia rushed over, her hands immediately running all over the velveteen buzz. The sensation was shocking and surreal. Madison didn’t want to like it, but the sensation became intensely pleasurable. Despite her building ecstasy, she tried to pull away, still in disbelief.

Julia, sensing Madison’s turmoil, grabbed her chin gently and raised her head, forcing Madison to look into her eyes. The desire in Julia’s eyes was unmistakable. Madison felt a pang of bittersweet acceptance.

Despite her resentment at having to resort to a crew cut, Madison reluctantly admitted to herself that she maybe looked handsome — hot even.

“I love it,” Julia whispered, her voice filled with admiration, her fingers tracing the short bristles. As Madison pouted, Julia, perky and playful, reminded her, “Remember why we’re here.”

With that, Madison snapped out of her forlorn state. She stood up, a new sense of control and determination taking over.

“You’re right,” Madison said, her voice firm and authoritative once more. She turned to the barber and nodded toward Julia. “It’s her turn now.”

She grabbed Julia’s hand and led her to the chair, her dominance evident. She felt a thrill at Madison’s assertiveness and sat down, ready for whatever transformation awaited her, eager to see what Madison had in mind.

Julia’s Cut

Madison turned to the barber, her voice assertive . “Cut her hair off evenly at the chin,” she instructed, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Julia’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s too short!” she protested, a mix of disappointment and fear in her voice.

Madison silenced her with a firm look. “It is?” she asked, her voice dripping with feigned disbelief, fully aware that Julia secretly wished it were even shorter.

Julia quieted down, not wanting to reveal her true desires. Madison smirked, sensing Julia’s inner conflict. “I know what you want,” she teased, enjoying the power she had over Julia, toying with her until later, drawing out her anticipation and excitement. She was teasing her in a way Julia hadn’t expected.

The barber wasted no time. He combed Julia’s hair straight down and used clippers to make a straight line just above her chin. Julia felt a rush as her hair fell to the floor in thick, heavy clumps. The sensation of losing so much hair so quickly made her heart race. She stared at the growing pile of hair around her, unable to believe what was happening. When the barber finished with that, she was left with a chin-length bob. But Madi had one more instruction.

“Buzz her nape.” Madi asked, her voice steady.

The barber nodded and picked up the clippers again. Julia’s eyes flew open, and she looked at Madi in surprise. “My nape?”

Madi smiled. “Trust me.”

The barber pushed her head forward and ran the clippers up her nape. When he was done, he handed Julia a mirror to see the buzzed nape. The cut was awkward and blunt, far shorter than she had ever imagined, yet not short enough to satisfy her hidden desire. She hated how it looked, but the thrill of being teased and knowing she had to come back for more left her both frustrated and excited. Madison’s eyes gleamed with amusement and dominance, aware of the torment she was inflicting.

“Touch it,” Madison urged, her voice low and commanding.

Hesitantly, Julia lifted her hand and touched her shorn hair. The sensation was new and almost sickening, but there was also a strange thrill.

“If you want it shorter,” Madison whispered, leaning close to Julia’s ear, “you’ll have to come back to the barbershop with me again.”

Julia’s heart raced, her mind already spinning with thoughts of her next visit. She nodded silently, the promise of future transformations hanging tantalizingly in the air between them.She knew she would follow Madison anywhere. This was just the beginning.

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