Madelyn
“Navya, I’d like to get a haircut.”
It is Saturday morning. Gracie and Navya are sitting on the couch, basking in the cool breeze of the table fan. Summer is especially hot this time round, and Vancouver is no exception.
“Okay,” says Navya. He is naked aside from his boxers, and his loose black hair that covers much of his torso. “Why?”
“Well, if you haven’t noticed, the heat, for starters. Aside from that, there’s a donation drive going on, and I’d like to participate. I want to help.”
“Okay, I see. Good for you.”
Gracie pouts in an expression of dismay. She had hoped her boyfriend would volunteer.
“But of course, if I cut much of my length, I’d be left with shorter hair than you. Can you imagine what others would say about that? A guy having longer hair than his girl?”
“Gracie, it’s 2026. I don’t think people care about that kind of stuff.” Navya’s complete inability to see where Gracie is trying to go with this infuriates her. She sighs. Time to be direct.
“Navya, have you considered cutting your hair?”
Navya’s attention has finally been grabbed. He sets down his phone. “Cut my hair?”
“Yes. For Christ’s sake, it reaches your waist. No offense, but people still judge guys with hair like yours.”
Navya flusters. He has always been quite insecure over his appearance, and suggestions that he is not manly enough.
“But… I love my hair. And I thought you do too?”
Gracie does. She always has. It was, after all, the reason she said yes to Navya in the first place a year ago. His beautiful head of hair is fascinating, but what has always excited Gracie more is the thought of cutting it. Of course, that is something that Navya does not know of. But if she’s lucky today, it could finally happen.
Gracie sighs. “Navya, I do. But there comes a time to say goodbye, and it is time now for both of us. It’s a wonderful thing, to donate your hair. Some poor kid would be incredibly lucky to get a wig made from your hair.”
Navya runs his hair, fidgeting with it, twirling strands of it inside and out. Gracie’s arguments are convincing, but Navya loves his hair too much to give in just yet.
“The drive is in Jake’s barbershop,” continues Gracie, “and you know how I feel about him. I’d feel much safer if you were there to accompany me. Please.”
Navya frowns. He does not like seeing Gracie this way. Obviously, he does not see her deception.
“How much will we be cutting?”
“The minimum length, to donate, is 12 inches. So, you’ll need to cut your hair to your shoulders at least. Now, I can keep my hair a little longer since I’m starting with more length, but I plan to cut my hair to the shoulders too.”
Navya sighs. A shoulder-length haircut is a big change, but the fact that Gracie is ready to match, even if she does not have to, makes him feel better. Besides, shoulder-length is not so short – it would still be long enough to be tied.
“Okay… fine. Let’s do it.”
Gracie’s face erupts into a smile. “Oh my god, really? Yay!” She comes closer to Navya and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Navya smiles, gently, but also, with a bit of hesitancy. “I hope I don’t end up regretting this.”
“Oh, you definitely won’t!”
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“How do I look?”
As per Gracie’s instructions, Navya is wearing a white tee and black yoga pants. The tee, cut by Gracie herself a few months ago, ends at the waist – below Navya’s hair. The pant fits tightly, showing off the curves of Navya’s backside.
Navya does not like the selection. Gracie loves it.
Gracie herself is dressed in a sleeveless white top and black jeans. She made up the existence of a dress code for the event, as an excuse to twin.
“Now sit, so that I can do your hair.”
Gracie takes the brush, the very same one that she just used to brush her own hair, and passes it through Navya’s locks. Navya has won the genetic lottery when it comes to hair – it is thick, wavy, and surprisingly healthy despite how negligent Navya can be at times when it comes to maintenance. Gracie has longer hair, yes, but in terms of thickness, Navya’s hair is a clear winner.
Gracie will surely miss Navya’s fluffy black curls. Even so, she is going to enjoy watching the barber’s shears hack through them.
From her wrist, she takes out the pinkest scrunchie that she owns, and ties it around Navya’s hair. A pink scrunchie for his black, and a white one for her copper red. Granted Gracie does not know much about color theory, but she thinks that the combination will make for great pictures, which she plans to keep for posterity.
When she’s done, Navya gets up and examines himself in the mirror. He looks at Gracie and frowns.
“I look like a girl.”
Gracie chuckles. “That you do. But is that a bad thing? It is your last day with long hair, after all.”
“That is correct.”
“For what it is worth, you’d make an adorable girl. Shame it is all going away.”
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The barbershop’s door says that it is closed when Navya and Gracie arrive at the door.
“You told me that you had already booked an appointment.” Navya is secretly relieved, but he does not show it.
“I did not book an appointment. I booked the whole shop.”
”What?”
Gracie opens the door, and steps in. Navya, confused, follows her in.
Inside, a man who looks to be in his twenties is standing next to a chair, a grin on his face. Navya last saw Jake in high school, and he hasn’t changed much since. Beside him stands a woman who looks about the same age. She is dressed in black, and also black is her hair and her lips. Her expression is neutral, as though she didn’t want to be here. Navya’s face drains of color when he realizes who it is.
Betty, the quiet girl in school, top of class in every subject. And at one point, Navya’s crush.
Navya’s heart flutters. Betty looks different, but the new look seems to suit her more.
With Navya, Gracie, Jake, and Betty, the barbershop has just become the scene for a little high school reunion.
Jake smirks. “Alright, who’s first?”
”Me,” says Gracie, stepping toward the barber chair. Jake grins, and Betty steps to the side
Navya is confused. “Wait, Jake – you will be cutting Gracie’s hair?”
“Correct,” replies Jake.
“And my hair?”
“I’ll be cutting it,” says Betty, her expression still neutral.
Navya’s heart beats against his chest. He hopes that from the barber chair, Gracie doesn’t see just how flustered he is.
Meanwhile, Gracie herself is completely worked up, even though it is not quite as evident from the outside. The big event, to her, remains watching Navya’s haircut, but the thought or her own impeding haircut is having more of an effect on her than she thought it would.
Jake grabs Gracie’s ponytail with a grip strong enough to pull her head back and runs his fingers through the length. “Just to be sure, how much length are you planning to donate?”
“Cut it at my shoulders.”
“Huh.” Jake pulls out a measuring tape and examines the length. “Your ponytail in itself is 26 inches long – that is double the minimum required length. Are you sure about this?”
Gracie stops to think for a while. This is her last chance to change her mind.
“Yes… I’m sure.”
“As you say so,” smirks Jake. He pulls the ponytail up with one hand and wraps Gracie in a black cape with the other. He lets down the ponytail and grabs the shears. Gracie catches her breath.
But instead of cutting the ponytail, Jake slides the scissors through the scrunchie that secures it and cuts it. Gracie’s copper hair comes loose and forms a curtain around the back of the chair. She breathes a sigh of relief.
In the back, Betty lets out an exasperated sigh. She turns to Navya and says, “Jake and his theatrics. We are wasting time. Why don’t we get started?”
Navya, engrossed in watching the final moments of his girlfriend’s long red waves, is caught off guard. He gulps. “Now?”
“Yes, now.” Betty nods her head to the chair on the left.
Like a prisoner next on the guillotine, Navya slowly and hesitantly moves towards the empty chair. It is happening.
Navya watches in the mirror as Betty comes behind him. She pulls his ponytail back and adjusts the scrunchie so that it is pulled closer to the nape. A bit too close, Navya feels. But aside from the haircut, Navya can’t help but think about how close Betty is to him. Her clothing style, combined with her posture, makes her appear menacing. Exactly Navya’s type.
When she is satisfied, Betty takes the clipper and turns it on. “Are you ready?”
Navya gulps, but before giving the green signal, he looks to the side. Lost in thought of his own haircut and Betty, he has completely forgotten about Gracie’s own haircut. He cannot believe what he sees.
Gracie’s hair, her long and beautiful fiery red waves, are held in Jake’s hand. But they are not attached to Gracie’s head anymore. Jake hoists it up in the air, as if Gracie’s hair is some kind of trophy. In the chair, Gracie is sobbing. Her hands cover her face, wiping the constant stream of tears.
Navya has never seen Gracie cry before. But there’s something about watching her cry that turns a few cogs inside him. Navya feels his cock struggle against the cloth of his underwear.
And then, out of the blue, is the sound of hair being shorn from the back of Navya’s head. The suddenness of it freezes Navya. He watches helplessly as Betty slowly rips through his black waves.
Gracie hears the sound of Navya’s haircut, but does not look. She has set up the whole thing to watch his haircut, but her own hair being cut off has overwhelmed her with emotions.
“My, my, you have such beautiful hair,” says Jake. “What a shame it’s all gone. He rolls the shorn hair together into a ball, and without warning, tosses it into the bin on the side. Gracie gasps.
Jake ruffles Gracie’s new hair. It is a bob, with the longest strands of red just grazing her shoulders. “Your new haircut looks good, but it doesn’t suit you. You look like a little girl. I think you can do better.”
Gracie glances up at Jake. “What do you mean?”
“The shoulder-length bob is, what’s the right word for it, too cutesy. It works well on some, but it’s not a good fit for you. Not for one who decides things in a relationship.”
“Huh?”
Jake leans close to Navya’s ear. “Don’t act innocent, Gracie. I’ve known you since school. Your fetish is no secret – poor naive Navya might be the only one who does not know. You pushed him into this, no?”
Gracie does not respond.
“Anyway, I’m not one to judge what’s good and what’s bad, that’s your business. But here’s what I think – a pixie cut would be more suitable for you. What do you think?”
Gracie gasps. “A pixie cut?”
“Yes. Believe me, I think it will work perfectly well for you. You’ve already chopped off so much hair, so why don’t you go just a little more short? It’s only hair, it will grow back.”
Gracie thinks about it. Jake, of course, is not speaking from a neutral standpoint. But Gracie does also think that the shoulder-length bob looks rather childish on her.
She looks up at Jake, and nods. “Okay, give me a pixie.”
On the other chair, the deed is done. Betty is swooped down, sweeping away tiny bits of hair. Navya is standing, admiring his new cut in the mirror. The longest strands are just short of his chin, and his hair is combed into a middle part. But what adds to his haircut is how now with the weight gone, the strands don’t fall straight down but instead fan out sideways.
With this new chic chin-length bob, Navya looks more like a thirty-year old woman than the twenty-year old guy he is.
Navya watches Betty sort through his shorn hair. She is separating the hair into sections and tying them up to ready them for donation. Betty must not have anticipated the amount of hair that she will be cutting, as the zip-lock bags that sit on her desk are too small to contain Navya’s chopped hair.
Navya sits on the waiting couch, waiting for Gracie’s haircut to finish. He watches as Jake first runs the clipper through the sides of his girlfriend’s hair, taking off most of the mass, before finishing up the top neatly with scissors. Gracie’s hair is now shorter than most guys that Navya knows. Her face is teary and flustered, and her cape is covered in bits of her red hair. Navya finds the sight so hot, that even after ejaculating during his own ponytail’s chopping, he cums again. He has never before cummed without touching his cock.
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“Your bob looks girly,” remarks Gracie. “You should have gotten a proper boy cut.”
Navya and Gracie are on the walk back home. They had until this point not spoken a word. Gracie is incredibly upset. Not only does she miss her hair terribly, but also, she missed seeing the very thing that she went through the whole ordeal for.
“Well, in that case, your cut makes you look like a guy,” says Navya. “But you already know that.”
Gracie scowls. She walks a few quick steps ahead, hoping to put distance between herself and her boyfriend. She does not like the fact that Navya is enjoying this.
“I’m breaking up with you,” says Gracie. “Unless you buzz your stupid chin-length bob off.”
Navya is not one bit taken aback by Gracie’s suggestion of a breakup. She has always seemed like she was on the verge of breaking up with him throughout their relationship. It is just that this is the first time she said it out loud. For Navya, the choice with Gracie’s offer is simple, but he pretends to think for a while.
“I think I’d rather keep the hair, actually. Best of luck looking for straight men into boys.”
Gracie scowls and goes off in a different direction.
