Beating the Heat

2^nd of July and the heat was already unbearable. Air felt as if it came from the Sahara itself, and humidity made everything worse. Clothes stuck to bodies, and the same happened with hair if it was long. That was the case for 4 friends who lived in the same town:  Annie, Jessica, Rebecca and Sally. The 4 young ladies had tried everything to stay cool: cold showers, ice creams and cold drinks, cool clothes… However, nothing seemed to work. One afternoon, they were sitting together in a bank in the park: Jessica kept separating her mid-back length chestnut mane from her body.

“I’m fucking tired of this stupid hair, it’s so hot!”

“We know that, Jess. We’re in the same situation”, said Annie with a tone of resignation.

“Girl, why don’t you cut it short? You’d feel cooler”, said Sally.

“Why don’t you cut it yourself? Yes, I’d feel cooler, but what do I do until it grows back?”, Jess blurted out.

“Jeez, it was just a suggestion, no need to get angry”, said a visibly offended Sally. “A lot of people get a summer haircut and then grow it back, like my mom.”

“That’s true. I now remember our summer haircuts when we were kids, or the buzzcuts that boys get in summer”, said Rebecca. She suddenly snapped her fingers. “Girls, I just had an idea. Why don’t we get haircuts together?”

The other 3 girls looked at her as if they had just seen an alien.

“Becks, are you nuts? She doesn’t want a haircut and you want us all 4 to get one?”, said Annie.

“I second your idea, Reb”, said an enthusiastic Sally. “It would be a great thing to do together, and lately I can’t stand this hair.”

Jessica couldn’t believe her friend’s words. “You can’t be serious. Our hair represents us, one of each color. We’ve had them for ages, and you want us to cut them off just because of a heat wave? You must be stoned.”

“Jessie, you were the first one to complain about your hair. I’m sick and tired of waking up with my hair stuck to my body, I’d shave my head if I could”, said an upset Annie. “Girls, I’m in.”

“Great, I’ll make the appointment.” Rebecca phoned to Lola’s salon. “Fucking great, we’ve got it in two days at Lola’s. I’m so excited!”

“Are you serious? Don’t count me in”, said an upset Jessica.

Two days later, the 4 ladies arrived just on time for the appointment, although Jessica was not thrilled at all. Lola, a curvy Latina in her 50s that sported a blue-colored bowl cut, was the town’s most popular hairdresser. Before they started, Lola made a group photo of the youngsters.

“Well, who’s first?

They started to look at each other with indecision in their eyes. Annie, a 6-foot hottie whose thick, jet black waves reached her ass, got into the chair.

“I’d like something that helps me beat the heat. This length would be good”, she said putting her hands over her chin. “Mmmh, too short. But shoulder-length still feels too long…”

A couple minutes later, a visibly annoyed Sally advanced towards the chair.

“Get yo’ ass up, girl. I’ve already made my mind.”

Annie got up and Sally sat down. After getting caped, she untied her bun, revealing a gorgeous, naturally red, straight mane that cascaded down to her elbows. That luscious mane had been her trademark since she was 13.

“Well Sally, what are we doing?”, asked Lola.

“Shave my head”, said Sally without any hesitation.

Both her friends and Lola dropped their jaws after hearing that sentence.

“Perdón? Is it a joke?”

“It’s not. I want you to shave this motherfucking hair off. Make me bald.”

Sally’s friends couldn’t believe her words. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?”, “you have THAT HAIR and you want to go bald?” or “what the hell will you do until it grows back?” were some things that could be heard all over the salon.

“Stop it, I want to shave my head. Annie mentioned it and I’ve got the itch for it. Lola, dale.”

A smiley Lola did not vacillate at all to take some big, black Oster hair clippers and pass them without any guard from Sally’s forehead to her crown. The other girls watched horrified as her long, red locks fell to the floor. Each passing of the clippers disconnected Sally’s luscious mane from her head and gave way to a white-as-milk scalp ‘decorated’ with tiny red stubble. Sally didn’t look away from the mirror. She looked unaffected, as if nothing special was happening: as if her luscious, well-kept, head-turning mane wasn’t getting shaved off.

After a while, the clippers stopped roaring, plunging the salon into silence. Only a red shadow of stubble separated Sally from absolute baldness. Lola swept the big mound of red hair and put it inside a plastic bag.

“I’m definitely donating it: the wig guys could get at least three wigs out of it. Bueno, how do you like your new look, Sally? I love it, it really makes your face and beautiful eyes pop up.”

A broad smile appeared on Sally’s face as she rubbed her stubbly head. “HOLY SHIT, I love it. I look beautiful, and my head feels so light and cool now”. She kept rubbing her scalp. “This is too much for me, I’m BALLLLD. Look at my ears, they look so big! And my head is so pale! But I fucking love it.” Sally spun the chair and looked at her friends, who were taking photos of her. They raised their thumbs and smiled.

“Girl, you look GORGEOUS. Everybody’s gonna freak out when they see you’re bald”, said Rebecca.

Sally tried to get up, but Lola firmly grasped her shoulders.

“You look great, muchacha, but we’re not done yet. You’re not fully bald, so sit back and relax, cariño.”

The girls felt puzzled, a feeling that accentuated when Lola took a foil shaver. She turned it on and started to pass it over Sally’s scalp. It could be thought that the shaver couldn’t cut any more hair, but it was taking away the red stubble that the Oster had left. The tiny hairs looked like dust falling into the cape, and the paleness of Sally’s scalp magnified. The young lady smiled.

“I’ve always wanted to do this to a girl”, said a triumphant, visibly happy Lola. “I’ve only been able to do this to my husband, and that’s because he’s bald”. The girls chuckled.

The shaver finished its job, leaving Sally with less hair, if it was possible. Lola brushed the girl’s scalp, scrapping away the few tiny hairs that were left there. After that, she soaked a towel on hot water and wrapped it on Sally’s head. The former redhead, with a smile on her face, was taking selfies.

“Last step, Sally. You’re gonna love the final result.”

Lola lathered up Sally’s scalp, took a safety razor and started to shave her. The barber went several times over each area, and Sally just moved her head as Lola told her.

“Lola, I didn’t know you had barber skills. You’re a dark horse”, said Rebecca.

“Nena, back in Venezuela I was a barber as well. And I’ve been shaving my husband’s head for years. We should definitely hang out more.”

When all the lather was gone, Lola put away the razor and stared at her work for a few seconds, as if she was an artist. Sally was completely bald: no hair adorned her barren scalp, which looked paler than her skin. Her green eyes and her ears seemed bigger, but they added a lot to her beauty. Lola took some aftershave lotion and spread it over Sally’s chrome-dome.

“Now your head won’t be itchy.”

Sally got uncaped and after shaking some tiny hairs off her flowery sundress, she got up and looked at the mirror. She couldn’t stop laughing while examining her freshly shaved head and getting a feel of it. The absence of hair didn’t take away any beauty from the girl: it actually emphasized her angelic facial features, which along her pretty green eyes, gave her that ‘girl-next-door’ look.

“Thanks a lot, Lola. I FUCKING LOVE IT. It’s so smoooooth. I even love the feel of the AC in my head!”

“I knew you’d love it. Girl, you look beautiful, you’re a beautiful bald girl. Or as we say in Spanish, a beautiful pelona”, said Lola. “Am I right, girls?”

Sally’s friends nodded enthusiastically. She ran towards them and all of them hugged her. They wouldn’t stop rubbing and kissing her scalp, and complimenting her for her bravery. Lola approached them.

“Muchachas, you came here to get haircuts. Who’s next?”

The laughs gave way to wavering.

Sally raised her hand. “Girls, we came here to get haircuts together, as friends, and that’s what we’ll do. Actually, I think that a great proof of our friendship would be that all of us got the same cut”, she said with a mischievous smile on her face. Lola nodded in agreement, while the girls’ jaws dropped.

“You really want us to go bald too?”, asked Jessica. Sally nodded and the girls look at each other in bewilderment.

“I second you, Sally”, said Annie. “It’d be something really cool to do as friends, and we’d be cool as well. I said that I’d do it if I could, and seems like I can.” She walked towards the chair and sat down with an aura of decision. “Lola, you know the drill”, she said pointing at her luscious dark mane.

Lola draped the cape over Annie and, without a shadow of doubt, started to pass the guardless Osters all over the young lady’s scalp. The clippers moved through Annie’s thick waves as if they were a knife going into hot butter, disconnecting them from her skull and drawing white furrows on her head. Lola took the freshly buzzed strands and placed them on Annie’s lap, forming a mountain of hair. The young lady looked at them in awe.

Soon, there was no hair left to buzz. Lola put away the clippers and grabbed a foil shaver that needed little time to scrap away the dark stubble on Annie’s scalp. Annie, who had a big smile on her face, couldn’t take her eyes away from the mirror. A few inches behind the chair, Sally smiled as well, while Rebecca and Jessica looked astonished. Lola brushed Annie’s scalp and wrapped it on a wet towel. After that, the barber put Annie’s former mane in a big transparent bag.

“Wow, nena, you sure have a lot a hair. If Sally’s hair can become three wigs, yours might become five.”

“I HAD, Lola. You’ve left me balder than an egg”, said Annie. Everybody chuckled at that statement.

Lola took away the towel, lathered up Annie’s scalp and started to pass a safety razor over it. Meanwhile, a still amazed Sally kept flaunting her bald head to Rebecca and Jessica, who laughed while rubbing her friend’s bare scalp. They were feeling the moment so much that they didn’t realize that a 14-year old boy had been following all the action from the window shop for some minutes. He was captivated.

After a while, the razor had done its job. Annie was as bald as Sally. The absence of hair revealed a perfectly rounded head and some beautiful facial features. Lola took some aftershave lotion and spread it over Annie’s chrome-dome, making her shiver.

“Ooof, it’s so cold, but at the same time it feels so good.”

After spreading the lotion, Lola uncaped Annie. The new baldie headed towards the mirror and started to check out her freshly shaved scalp, rubbing it again and again. She felt really joyful and, at the same time, she still couldn’t grasp the fact that she had been stripped of her luscious mane, the one she had sported since she was 12. Her newly-founded baldness made a great match with her hoop earrings and her brown eyes. The boy on the window shop dropped his jaw, not only because of Annie’s hairless beauty, but also because of her sculptural body, barely covered by a cleavaged black tank top and some skimpy, tight grey booty shorts. After shaking some tiny hairs off her shoulders and her boobs, she ran towards her friends, who hugged her and rubbed her head.

“Sally, you were goddamn right. I feel so light! Gosh, I love feeling the coolness on my head!”

“I knew you would love it, Annie. I could feel you were sick of that hair”, said Sally. Both pelonas caressed each other’s barren scalps while laughing.

Lola headed towards Rebecca and Jessica. “Well, who wants to be the next pelona?” she asked. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do. After a couple minutes, Rebecca timidly raised her hand.

“Girls, I’m not gonna let you down. We said we’d do it like sisters, and that’s what we’ll do.”

Rebecca walked towards the chair, shaking as if she was Bambi. Rebecca was what these days is called a “plus-size girl” (very tall and curvy); she had a really pretty face and some equally pretty blonde curls. Far from being self-conscious about her body, ‘Becks’ or ‘Reb’ (as she liked to be called) liked wearing tight and/or revealing clothes, and she showed it that day by wearing a tight denim miniskirt, which showed her thick thighs, and a light flowery shirt, which she wore half unbuttoned. When she was sitting, Lola caped her and asked her what did she want, something that was already a rhetorical question.

“I think you already know”, said a fidgety Rebecca. She looked at Sally and Annie, who raised their thumbs. Without further ado, Lola turned on the Osters, but this time, she started to buzz from the nape: maybe she did so in order to mitigate Rebecca’s nerves. Her thick curls were no match to the clippers, which took them away without any compassion. When Rebecca’s nape was already shorn, Lola passed the clippers through the right side. At the sight of the white skin on her right side, tears started to come out of Rebecca’s eyes. Lola turned off the Osters, and Annie and Sally ran towards her friend and hugged her in order to comfort her.

“Relax, Becks, it will grow back”; “it’s just an initial shock”; “if we look good bald, you’ll look a hundred times better”, said the pelonas, hugging Rebecca. Jessica looked from a distance.

“Keep going, Lola. There’s no turning back now.”, said Rebecca in a melancholic tone. “Bald, like them.”

Lola turned the clippers back on and took them to Becks’ right side. Shortly after, she turned to the left, which she slowly buzzed until the only hair left was a mass of blonde curls on the top of Rebecca’s head. She caressed them before Lola plunged the clippers in her crown and drove them to her forehead. Rebecca sighed while watching her shearing on the mirror, holding hands with her already shaved friends. Soon, the Osters went silent. Rebecca had been buzzed down to a zero: only fine stubble adorned her scalp. Lola swept the freshly shorn blonde curls and put them into a bag. An open-mouthed Rebecca looked at her reflection in the mirror: she put on her round glasses.

“Wow, the wigmakers are surely gonna have a field day. Well, Reb, what do you think about your new style?”

“Holy shit, I don’t have hair…”, she said in awe. The obviousness of that statement made the rest chuckle.

“Girls, I don’t recognize myself. Who the fuck are you and what have you done to Rebecca?”, she said talking to the mirror, a la Travis Bickle, which unleashed louder chuckles. Becks rubbed her freshly buzzed head with a broad smile on her face. The fear she had previously felt was gone. “My head looks a bit big, but I like it.”

“I told you, Reb. You look GORGEOUS”, said a thrilled Annie.

“You’re goddamn right, Annie”, said Lola, already holding the foil shaver. “Now let’s make you smooth. Take off your glasses, please.”

The shaver started to roar and proceeded to eliminate the shadow on Rebecca’s head. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the shaver going through her scalp. Once the shaver had finished its job, Lola repeated the procedure she had done with Sally and Annie: wet towel around Becks’ head, lather and razor shave. The rest of the girls attentively watched as Lola, aided by the safety razor, scrapped away the last remnants of Rebecca’s hair. She was not affected anymore by the sight of white skin on her skull. When she was done with the shave, Lola spread some aftershave lotion around Rebecca’s scalp: the girl shivered.

After getting uncaped, Rebecca stood up and thoroughly inspected her freshly shaved head in the mirror, constantly rubbing it. Baldness brightened up the beauty of her blue eyes and made a great match with her round glasses.

“Woooow, I LOVE IT. My eyes are more noticeable now. I still look a bit big-headed, but I even like it. I even think my boobs look bigger now.” She chuckled after saying that.

“Becks, cariño, you look BEAUTIFUL. Hair won’t cover your pretty eyes or your beautiful face anymore”, said Lola in an affectionate tone. The barber effusively kissed her scalp. Rebecca ran towards Annie and Sally, with whom she now shared “hairdo”: they effusively hugged and kissed each other’s bald heads.

Meanwhile, Jessica distanced herself from the rest, nervously looking at the door. Lola noticed this and walked towards her.

“Well, Jessie, you’re the only one left.” Jessica paled.

“Girls, you really want me to go bald?”, she asked in a serious tone. Her friends frowned.

“Jessica, we said we’d do it together. Stop bitching”, said an upset Sally.

 

“Girls, I get your point, but it’s my hair! You know I haven’t had a haircut since age 13. What if I look ugly bald? I wouldn’t get guys for one year at least…”

An argument sprung between Jessica and her friends, with Lola acting as a mediator. Rebecca had stealthily moved away from them, as if she was looking for something. Out of the blue…

BZZZZ

A brief buzzing sound stormed the salon. After the sound faded, everybody was astonished: Jessica had a white line crossing the top of her head, and some long chestnut locks were on the floor. She drove her right hand to her head and when she touched the line, she flew off the handle.

“WHO DID THIS?”, she asked, screaming in total anger.

It took her little time to track down Rebecca, who was holding a pair of guardless clippers in her hand.

“Jess, we’ve done our part of the deal and we’ve shaved our heads. It’s your turn now, like it or not”, said Rebecca in a severe tone.

“YOU WHORE! I’M GONNA KILL YOU”, screamed Jessica before pouncing on Rebecca. Before she could throw a punch, Lola and the other two girls grabbed Jessica and dragged her to the chair. Once Jessica was sat down, Lola took the Osters and started to buzz her hair off without any commiseration. Jessica kicked, trying to break free, but it was futile: chestnut locks unceasingly fell from her head. When her hair had already been reduced to stubble, Lola did something unexpected: she drove the Osters towards Jessica’s eyebrows and quickly buzzed them off. Both Jessica and her friends were petrified.

“Jessica, you’ve got in here all by yourself. Had you collaborated, I would’ve simply shaved your head and everything would’ve been easier. Now, your friends are mad at you and you’ll not only get out of here bald, but also browless”, said Lola, scolding her.

Jessica looked at her friends, looked at the mirror and burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, girls. I’m really sorry. I’ve been a fucking asshole, I’ve failed you. Please, forgive me.”

Her friends hugged her. “We forgive you, Jess, but you’re not getting away from this.”

Lola started to pass the foil shaver over Jessica’s scalp. Tiny hairs got glued to her face, mixed with tears. After that, Lola wrapped her head with a wet towel, lathered it up and started to shave it with the safety razor that had previously made Jessica’s friends bald. Jess, who had stopped crying and was calmer, let Lola do her job, aware that she had really screwed up. When she was done with her head, Lola lathered up her eyebrows and quickly shaved them off. The barber put the razor down and spread aftershave lotion over Jessica’s scalp and eyebrows, making her shiver.

Once she was uncaped, Jessica got up and started to inspect her chrome-dome on the mirror. She was puzzled: the bald head looked great on her, but the absence of eyebrows had erased most of her expression from her face. Jessica couldn’t stop rubbing her denuded scalp while trying to make expressions.

“I’m not really sure about this, girls… I love the touch of it, but I don’t like how I look without eyebrows. I literally have no expression”, said Jessica, dubious.

“That can be easily solved, cariño. Bow down a second”, said Lola in a comforting tone.

The barber reached a box in the counter and took out a pair of thin fake eyebrows, similar to the ones Jessica had when she entered the salon, and stuck them in the young lady’s face. Jess looked in the mirror and her puzzling swapped into deep joy. The new eyebrows made her expressive again, and baldness magnified her facial features: they were harder than her friends’ sweet features, but she was beautiful as well. The smooth head also made a great match with Jessica’s ‘chav’ style: thick eyeliner, bright red lips, hoop earrings that were bigger than Annie’s and a short, tight leopard-printed dress that left little to imagination.

“HOLY CRAP. I love it!”, said an amazed Jessica. “I feel SEXY, and I won’t have to do my hair anymore.”

“Of course you’re sexy, Jess. We knew it from the start”, said Annie, chuckling. “You needn’t have made a scene, right?”

“You’re goddamn right, Annie. Sorry for the fuss, girls. Had I knew this, I would’ve been the first in the chair.”

The four pelonas gathered together and effusively hugged each other. Meanwhile, Lola looked at them with a feeling of pride, as if she was an artist watching her work. The girls started to take selfies and photos of each other, either smiling or making faces, or playing with their chrome-domes. All those pictures had something in common: the four of them showed their new look without any reservation. Lola gathered them together for a group photo, just like they did before their haircuts. This one was very different, not only because the absence of hair in their heads, but also because of the broad smiles in their faces. They took two more group photos: one with a proud Lola, and another one with their backs towards the camera, showing the back of their freshly peeled scalps.

“Nenas, I won’t get tired of telling you how beautiful you are. PRECIOSAS”, said Lola. “Whenever you’d like to shave again, get an appointment and I’ll do it. Some advice: if you shave yourselves, be careful with getting cuts and always use aftershave when you’re done. And if you go out, either put on sun block, or cover your heads. My husband is really prone to forget that and his head usually ends up sunburned.”

“Lola, muchas gracias, we’re GORGEOUS thanks to you. I agree with you; it’d be great to spend summer bald and cool…”, said Annie. She looked at her friends, who nodded at the same time. “Girls, this will be definitely a bald summer. People are gonna freak out when they see us like this.”

“Yeah, especially our parents”, said Rebecca with an ironic tone.

“Becks, we’re already 18. We can do whatever we want with our hair”, said Jessica, chuckling.

The four girls paid Lola, hugged her and left the salon among loud chuckles: they couldn’t fully grasp yet what they’d done. Still looking through the shop window, there was that teenage boy, who tried not to look at the pelonas when they passed by.

“Hi, sweetie. Did you enjoy the show?”, Rebecca asked him, smiling. The other three baldies looked at him too. The boy stared at them, petrified and unable of speaking.

“I noticed you when I was getting the razor shave. You should’ve seen your face, you were freaking out”, said Annie, laughing. “Is it so weird for you to see a girl shaving her head?”

“Well, it’s strange, especially four girls in the same day…”, the boy replied, timidly.

“It’s obvious he’s loved it, he’s stayed till the end”, said Sally. “Lola, this boy should pay a ticket, he’s seen the whole show.” Lola went out of the salon.

“I’ve noticed him. I think he arrived when I was buzzing Sally. They look really pretty with a bald head, don’t they, Sean?”, Lola asked the boy.

“Ye-yes, they’re beautiful”, replied Sean, stammering. The four girls went “awwww”.

“Awww, how cute! Who do you like the most?”, asked Lola.

Sean started to shake. After a couple of seconds, he pointed at Jessica. Jess, with a broad smile, kissed him on the cheek and took his hand towards her bare scalp. Sean caressed it: he was blushed.

“I-I really like it, it’s so smooth…” he said. The other three girls got closer to Sean and took turns in taking his hand and letting him rub their heads. He was clearly enjoying the moment.

“Sean, these girls might need to leave and there aren’t any more shaves scheduled today. Unless you want to copy their look…”, proposed Lola, with an evil smile on her face and holding a pair of clippers in her hand. Sean was shocked by the proposition.

“OK”, he said, timidly.

The girls chuckled and escorted Sean to the same chair where they’d got rid of their manes. Lola caped him and gave the clippers to Jessica. She turned them on and introduced them through Sean’s forehead, making a white road in the middle of the boy’s head. The girls took turns in passing the clippers over Sean’s scalp until he was buzzed down to #0. The boy was mesmerized: he couldn’t take his eyes off the mirror, but he was clearly shaking. After the buzzing, the four girls rubbed his stubbly head. Lola hugged him and kissed his forehead, trying to calm him.

“Tranquilo, Sean. You look really cute bald. I’ll make up some excuse for your parents”, said Lola in a calming tone. “Chicas, I’ll do the shaving.”

Lola held Sean’s head tightly and started to pass the foil shaver over his scalp, which was already pale and hairless. After that, Lola wrapped his head with a wet towel and swept his former hair: it looked tiny compared to the luscious manes that the four girls had given away just minutes before. The barber took away the towel, lathered Sean’s scalp up and started to shave him with the safety razor. The boy was anxious, but at the same time, he looked really cheerful: it was obvious that he was enjoying his headshave.

It took very little time for the razor to scrap away any trace of hair from Sean’s scalp. After getting aftershave lotion, the boy was uncaped and rubbed his freshly shaven head. He was mesmerized while caressing it, he definitely adored it. The pelonas walked towards him.

“Wooow Sean, you’re really cute. Being bald actually suits you”, said a smiley Jessica while rubbing his head. Her friends did the same, and then kissed his scalp. They took some photos with him.

“Sean, this one’s obviously on the house. Tranquilo, it will grow back very soon”, said Lola in a calming tone. “Again, I’ll make up an excuse for your parents. I have to say, tesoro, you look cute as a baldie.”

Sean hugged everybody goodbye and left the salon. He walked at a fast pace, surely eager to get back home and rekindle his headshave, but also uneasy about his parents and friends’ reaction when they see him bald as an egg.

The girls hugged Lola and went for an ice cream. On their way to the parlor, they were the prey of several stares and even some indiscreet questions regarding her new ‘hairdo’. They also received lots of notifications after uploading pictures to social media. There were mixed reactions: some people were clearly upset with their decision, while others praised them and thought it was a bold move. However, those issues didn’t affect them. The only thing that mattered was that they felt cooler, more comfortable and even sexier.

As they had promised, the four girls stayed completely bald for the whole summer. It was already a usual sight seeing them at Lola’s place, where the Latina barber kept their chrome-domes smooth and shiny. A good day, Lola surprised them by showing up bald as well. The explanation she gave was that a hair dye had badly damaged her hair and, inspired by the pelonas, she had decided to shave her own head. Lola followed the girls’ path and stayed bald the whole summer.

Everywhere that they went, the pelonas drew every kind of stares and talk, but they didn’t give a fuck. The four girls shamelessly showed their shiny scalps to the world: they exuded confidence. They did so in the town fair -as well as in other towns’ fairs-, in the swimming pool, on their holiday to the beach…

Boys had mixed opinions in this regard. Some didn’t like bald girls and preferred long hair, whereas most of them liked the bald look and even were really attracted to the particular beauty of the pelonas. Sometimes, the girls came across Sean, who got really happy when this happened, and the same could be said for the girls. However, the boy was growing his hair.

September was almost there, and it was time for the squad to split up and leave for college. They were really sad, not only because of having to temporarily split, but also because it was the end of summer. Although they really enjoyed being bald, they decided to start growing their hair for the winter. On the afternoon of August 31, they went to Lola’s place for a last shave. There was the barber, still bald as a cue ball.

“Girls, I don’t want this to end. I want to stay bald”, said Jessica in a melancholic tone.

“Look at her, the one that didn’t want to shave”, said Sally in an ironic tone. “It’s a fact that being bald in winter is not a good idea. However, we could make a promise. If next summer is as hot as this one, we’ll shave our heads again.” All of her friends nodded in agreement.

And this is the story of how Annie, Jessica, Rebecca and Sally lived their best summer ever, gained lots of confidence, and sent a message to the world: women don’t need hair to be beautiful.