Christy had finally arrived at the Sacred Heart School for Girls in upstate NY after a 4 hour ride; the car pulling away after dropping her at the Admissions Building with her bags. Her parents had gotten fed up and sent her here after her grades had plummeted last semester and she was caught several different times with a boy in the hallways at her former school during class periods.
She was sixteen years old and had long mid-back blonde hair and a great slender figure. Ever since the sixth grade, her parents had been trying unsuccessfully to keep the boys away from their attractive daughter so that she could focus on her studies and Christy had been constantly rebutting their protection to welcome the advances. They were not happy and believed that the girls only school would help right the ship in time so that she could get into a prestigious university.
Miss Watson, the school director, had welcomed her at the entrance with open arms after the long ride and assisted her in carrying her belongings into the building to fill out some last minute paperwork and get her newest student situated. As Christy followed, she caught a whiff of the older woman’s strong perfume and heard her high heels clacking with each step on the polished tile floor.
Miss Watson was a no-nonsense woman around 40 years old, with short brown hair cut close to her head on the back and sides, and the few inches of length on top was gelled and sharply parted to the side. She was very pretty and dressed in a white blouse covered by a black pea coat, along with a matching pleated skirt that rose 5 inches above the knee, displaying her shapely tanned legs. She gave off a natural air of being strict and, along with her two assistants, enforced a long set of rules to keep all the girls on their best behavior.
In no time at all, Miss Watson was guiding Christy down a hallway and opening the door of her new dorm room. “You will be staying in here with Madison dear,” said Miss Watson. “She is out with the other girls in the courtyard at the moment. You will meet her later, but for now I will let you relax for a few minutes while I go and fetch your new school uniform.”
“My new uniform?”exclaimed Christy.
“Of course,” replied Miss Watson, looking at the young girl’s tired old jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers, hardly suitable attire for a girl her age. “All of our girls wear the same uniform, it keeps things easy and tidy”
Christy sat down on the bed, getting used to her new surroundings while Miss Watson stepped out, shutting the door behind her. About 10 minutes later, Christy heard a knock on the door and Miss Watson reappeared with an armful of clothes.
“Time to remove what you have on and try on these new clothes,” said Miss Watson, “we need to ensure that they fit properly.”
“Ok,” Christy mumbled as she stood up and began removing her jeans, feeling a bit uncomfortable undressing in front a complete stranger. Miss Watson waited patiently as Christy lifted her shirt over her head and stood in front of the older woman in only her matching white bra and panties. She shivered as the cool air from the vents above blew down on her, feeling exposed in her under garments.
“Those you may keep on for now”, Miss Watson explained, observing Christy’s young tan body and budding chest. She handed the girl a simple white dress shirt which Christy slipped her arms into and began buttoning. The shirt fit snuggly as if was made just for her, with very short sleeves that puffed out over the shoulders.
Next she was given a layered pink skirt, which she tried on next, noticing that the hemline was very short and fell to about mid-thigh while showing off her trim tan legs. A pair of white knee socks and black saddle shoes completed the new outfit. Christy looked at the mirror and saw herself staring back, looking like a 10 year old wearing a childish dress up costume.
Miss Watson now came forward and adjusted the skirt higher so that the waistband was actually at Christy’s waist, raising the hemline so that it was barely covering her white panties. She was scolded about sagging the skirt to make it appear longer. The final touch was a black tie which Miss Watson hung around her neck and showed her how to properly tie.
Miss Watson set down several other sets of the uniform and announced that these were to be worn at all times at the school. “We expect all of our students to dress smart and tidy. Adherence to the dress code is important and any violations with be dealt with. There are no boys here to worry about. All the girls are dressed the same so there won’t be any distractions and this way you can all focus on your studies.”
“You look much better in the uniform. Now come along, we are going to do something about that unruly hair of yours,” said Miss Watson as she began to tug Christy’s slender arm, pulling her toward the door.
After walking down another hallway, they entered an empty classroom. Miss Watson pulled a metal chair up to the front of the room near the chalkboard, told Christy to get comfortable and she would be back in a jiffy with the others. Christy unsure of her fate, lowered herself into the chair, wincing as her short skirt rose higher and her bare thighs made contact with the cold metal seat.
Miss Watson soon returned with an armload of supplies, her 2 assistants, and almost 50 girls in tow, all excitedly pulling up chairs around Christy’s at the front of the room. Christy noticed that all the pretty girls around her had the same abbreviated uniforms and shorter hairstyles. Surely her beautiful blonde locks weren’t about to be cut off to that length. She began to squirm on the chair as Miss Watson laid out pairs of scissors, combs, and a spray bottle on the desk nearby, as well as a strange black device.
Miss Watson introduced all the girls to their newest student and announced that she would soon be getting the short regulation school haircut. The girls looked eagerly at poor Christy, knowing that her blonde locks would soon be hitting the floor. Miss Watson first loosened the tie and collar, and placed a cape over her body. The cape was secured around her slender neck, and her glorious mane was pulled out and released down the back of the chair. The cape was shiny red and just long enough to cover Christy’s bare thighs.
The older woman set about running the brush through the silky hair to free all the tangles, imagining how much time had previously been wasted maintaining such a head of hair. Well that will all be in the past soon she thought, as she was already envisioning her newest student with a nice short crop.
Christy was fidgeting in the chair, nervous about the upcoming cut, but at the same time aroused as the slow brushing continued. She could hardly believe that her shiny plait of golden hair was soon going to be snipped off in front of the entire school.
After all the tangles were straightened out, Miss Watson finally laid down the brush and selected a sharp pair of scissors and a black comb. She called out to the girl sitting directly to Christy’s right, who turned out to be Madison. Madison was about her age with short brunette hair, cut close around her ears, a style better fit for a young boy. She stood up and walked obediently over.
“Since you two will be roommates going forward, you might as well get acquainted,” Miss Watson announced, handing Madison the comb and scissors. “Go ahead and remove the first locks dear, it’s our tradition here at the school.”
Madison accepted the tools while grinning at her new friend, “Nice to meet you girly!” She stepped up to Christy’s side, combed up a length of her silky tresses on top, held it high, and snipped it off a few inches from her scalp. There were squeals of excitement from the other girls as the severed lock was discarded on the floor, and another was quickly combed up and snipped off as well.
“This is fun,” her roommate giggled as she cut several more strands free of Christy’s head. Christy gasped but still held her head high, refusing to get emotional in front of everyone. “Alright dear, that’s a good start. Go sit down now,” Miss Watson said as she took the scissors and comb, and Madison retreated back to her chair to watch the rest unfold.
Miss Watson stood right behind Christy and began the process of combing up lock after lock, shortening each one to about 3 inches in length. Christy was fidgeting in the chair, watching her beautiful hair raining down all over the cape and spilling to the floor. As her hair got shorter and shorter, she could feel her arousal getting stronger, which she was trying to hide. She was being turned on by this strict older woman shearing off her gorgeous locks in front of all of the other girls, who were glued to the spot, watching each and every snip.
Great hanks of hair were falling all around the chair as Miss Watson reduced first the top, then the back and sides to a uniform 3 inches. Next, she placed the scissors in front of Christy’s left ear and carved a path up and around it, fully exposing it. The scissors continued snipping across her neck and up around her other ear. Miss Watson trimmed up her bangs so that they rested midway up her forehead.
The spray bottle was picked up next, and Miss Watson stepped around the chair, spritzing her shortened hair and combing it back and forth to get under all the layers. After the hair had been thoroughly wet down to her liking, she began to comb it back off her forehead with quick strokes. Drawing a straight line with the comb on the left side, she created a nice clean part, combing the blonde hair over on top and the sides down and back toward her ears.
Christy was one of the prettiest girls that had ever come to her school, and she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to give her a nice short and proper introductory haircut. Blonde haired girls were especially her favorite. She decided to take the top down another inch, combing and cutting each lock, sending little snippets down onto the cape. Miss Watson noticed that Christy had a calick in the back that refused to lay down, so she reduced that area a bit further.
Finally it was time to tackle the sides. Miss Watson set down her scissors and grabbed the black hair clippers. She plugged them in and approached Christy’s left side. After tilting her head to the proper angle and using the comb as a guide, she set about reducing the entire left side to half an inch in length below the side part. She trimmed a little shorter around the ear and reduced the sideburn.
This process was repeated on the right side and then the back with the hair being blended closer toward the crown. Now using the bare clippers blades, the hairline was neatly trimmed down the sides at her temple, around her ears and across the neck. Miss Watson noticed a faint whiteness appearing as the virgin hair was removed at the hairline.
After placing the clippers back on the desk, she picked up her small brush and wisked away the loose hair on Christy’s head and neck. Now the crop had really taken shape and Christy’s hair style resembled that of the other girls, just a bit shorter all around. She planned to keep her hair shorter than the other girl’s for the time being, with regular trim ups. Miss Watson shook out the cape, which had become covered in so much hair that it appeared more golden than red, sending the loose pieces to the floor.
“You look terrific,” exclaimed Miss Watson, “so much better without all that bothersome hair. Now we can all see your beautiful face and your cute little ears. You will soon see how nice it is not having to fuss with it any longer! We are almost done here, just need to show you how to properly style it up.”
Stepping over to the desk, Miss Watson grabbed a bottle of hair gel and squirted quite a bit on the top hair, working it around to ensure proper coverage. Once the longest hairs were nice and sleek, she selected a comb and redefined the side part high on the left. She proceeded to comb the top over and what little remained on the sides back toward her ears. Christy’s pale pink scalp was visible along the parting line that Miss Watson had created.
After sweeping the abbreviated bangs across her forehead, a barrette was used to keep them in place. A small adjustment was made here and there, and then Miss Watson removed the cape and announced that her regulation haircut was now complete.
Christy saw all of the girls clammering to get a closer view of her new short style. Miss Watson held out a hand mirror in front of her so she could see the result. Her once glorious mane had been reduced to a little boys cut with a severe side part, there was no other way to describe it. Only the barrette in the front atop her forehead gave her haircut any indication of femininity.
Staring back at her in the mirror was a completely different face, one that was now exposed to the world, no longer hidden behind the hair that she had harbored for so long. She was instantly turned on, upon catching a glimpse of herself sitting in the chair in her new school outfit with her new short haircut. She began to explore the short pelt on the side with her free hand; especially where it was cut cleanly around her ear. It felt sensational where it had been clippered close to her skin. She noticed that her color, once a pristine shade of blonde, had gotten slightly darker as the hair had been cut closer to the roots.
“I hope you like your new hairdo, because you will keep this style for as long as you are here,” Miss Watson told her. “It will take some getting used to but you will soon realize how easy I have made it for you. From now on, you will receive a trim every other week to maintain a clean appearance. I am the only licensed barber in this school so I will take of it. It is your job to style it every morning using the comb and hair gel at the sink in your room. If you need help with your uniform or hair styling, just ask Madison, she will be happy to assist.”
“Dinner will be ready in the mess hall shortly, you all better go get washed up now while I clean up,” Miss Watson announced to all the girls as she gathered a broom from the closet and began sweeping up the remnants of the day’s shearing. Christy stood up on wobbly legs and followed the others toward the door, still rubbing her head. Maybe this school won’t be so bad, she thought. She was beginning to wonder if she could wait almost 2 weeks for her next scheduled trim…….