It was a dull August afternoon in the barbershop where I worked. My boss had left with the excuse of “attending some affairs” and had left me in charge. We didn’t anymore booked customers that day, so I started to take an inventory in order to close earlier, but then a girl in her early twenties entered in the shop. She had long, beautiful brown hair that reached the half of her back and she was wearing a short, tight black dress that exalted her curves. She was really sexy. Apart from the ones that accompanied their husbands or sons, it was not usual at all that women went into the shop, especially a girl like that one. I walked towards her and I greeted her:
“Hello. How can I help you?”
“I’d like to get a haircut, please. Do I need an appointment?”
“I can do it right now, I’ve got no costumers and it’s not even near closing time. However, I have to tell you that I don’t have a good command of girls’ haircuts. Our customers are always men”.
“I think you will know how to do what I want.”
“Great. Get in a chair then, hmmm… what’s your name?”
“Christina. What’s your name?” she asked me happily.
“Nice to meet you, James.” She sat on an armchair.
“What do you want, Christina?” I asked while I was caping her.
“I want you to make me a ponytail, the tightest you can, and cut it off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am.”
She gave me a hair band and after I made the ponytail, I started to cut it. I was a bit nervous: I had always fantasized about cutting a girl’s hair. Then, I started to notice something weird: at every snip, Christina had a sort of spasm or shiver. I started to think she was having second thoughts and that made me even more nervous. When I was done cutting, her luscious mane had been reduced to short locks without any defined form.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes. Can I see my ponytail, please?” I gave it to her and she looked at it in awe. It was really long. “Keep it, please. It’s for… somebody.”
“I think we should give this mess a form. Do you have any idea of…?”
“Shave my head” she interrupted me.
Those words shocked me. Not only for the fact that she wanted to shave, but also for the aplomb her voice had. Just hearing that provoked a tingling sensation on my crotch.
“Are you serious? You want me to shave your head?”
“Of course I do. What’s so weird? It’s not like I’m the first woman that does it.” She seemed a bit annoyed.
“OK, I’ll do it.”
I turned on the guardless clippers and took them from her forehead to her crown. Strip by strip, her white scalp started to show. I could see that Christina was smiling while I was shaving her, and that she had started to make movements under the cape again. For my part, I was getting hornier and hornier and I was trying to conceal my increasing erection. Meanwhile, I dared to ask her why she was doing this. She told me that she had found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her and that she wanted to dump him by giving him her ponytail, since he loved her long hair and wouldn’t let her cut it. Shaving her head was a sort of revenge. I turned off the clippers; she was bald except for some stubble left on her head. She touched her head and her smile got broader, then she asked me if we had a bathroom. While she was in the bathroom, I noticed that there was a rather viscous liquid in the armchair. When I saw it and smelled it, I thought it could be vaginal fluid. I initially ruled out that possibility, but then I remembered her movements under the cape. Was it possible that she had touched herself? Would she be masturbating in the bathroom? When she got out of the bathroom and saw me cleaning the armchair, she blushed intensely.
“How much is it?” she said stuttering.
“Actually, we’re not done.” I wanted to strike while the iron was hot. “You told me to shave your head, and that means making you bald. You know, completely smooth. And you’re not smooth yet.” A smile appeared in Christina’s face.
“OK, let’s do it then.”
She sat down, but this time I did not cape her. I took an electric shaver and started to pass it through her head. Stubble fell like dust in her shoulders and in her cleavage.
“Hey James, where’s the cape?”
“I know what you’ve done while I was shaving you, Christina” I whispered into her ear.
“James, I-I… I felt a very weird sensation, and then I wanted to masturbate… That’s why I had to go to the bathroom, and I think I even had an orgasm there. I don’t understand anything…”
“Calm down, Christina. It’s nothing weird. There’s something called “hair fetish”: you get aroused cutting hair or getting it cut yourself. I think you’re a fetishist, and I have to confess I am a fetishist too. I really enjoyed shaving you bald.”
“I’ve noticed. You’re not good at concealing erections.”
When I was done with the shaver, her hair was practically imperceptible. I lathered her head up and I started to shave with a safety razor. I did it slowly, enjoying every bit of it. Christina smiled on ecstasy as the razor glided across her head: she surely desired to masturbate. After I finished, I enjoyed myself touching her denuded scalp, a gesture that she mimicked. There wasn’t any trace of hair on it, it was completely smooth.
“Mmmm, I love it… I can’t stop touching it, it’s so smooth… And I love how I look like. Thanks a lot, James. This is one of the best days of my life.” She looked even hotter than before.
“You’re welcome, girl. Should I make you an appointment? I think you should stay bald, it really suits you”. Meanwhile, I extended aftershave lotion in her head.
“It’s not a bad idea; I’ll come back in let’s say two weeks. I’ve got another question for you: do you have a girlfriend?”
My heart skipped a beat when I heard that question. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Out of the blue, she gave me a passionate French kiss that lasted for a minute. During the kiss, I got to feel up her body and her smooth scalp.
“Here’s my number. Call me and let’s meet. I hope to see you real soon, handsome.”
“I hope the same, baldie.”
Christina paid me, took her shorn ponytail and left.
It’s been four months since this happened. Obviously, Christina came back to the barbershop and has become a regular. Every two weeks, she comes here and I make sure she leaves with a shiny, smooth head. She hasn’t let her hair grow a single inch. Apart from that, she broke up with her cheating boyfriend and after meeting a couple times, we started to date.