Dream Come True: Part 2

Here is the follow up to my most popular story I have written thus far! Although I intended the story to only be a stand-alone, the reception it received and the fact that I really enjoyed writing it means that we’re getting a part two! So here’s another one for all of you who have never acted out on your fetish in real life, hopefully this will encourage you to try something a little crazy. And here’s to that girl that I knew as Jordan back when I roleplayed as well!

Heres’s the link to part one to the story if you missed it:

Dream Come True

The Broken, Bald Girl

“Jane! Come out! It’s really not that bad!” I heard my friend, Kim, call from outside of my bathroom door.

”Go away!” I shouted back as I stared at my alien reflection in the mirror.

In reality, I didn’t just want her to go away because of how horrible I looked. All of my sandy blonde hair that had, just the night before hung down to the small of my back, was now completely shaved away along with my eyebrows. I was a bald freak, I looked like a cancer patient. And, as I ferociously scrubbed my naked head to remove it, my head and face had the cum shot of the man who did this to me dried on it.

But, even though I looked like a monster, the real reason I needed her to go away was because I had no way to explain it. My mind raced as I scrubbed my face over my sink. If I told her somebody broke in and shaved all of my hair off, she would contact the police. And the police would have questions that I would not want to answer. To investigate they’d have to read my messages. And that could not happen.

So how would I explain this? I had never indicated anything to anybody that I would ever do something like this. I checked my face and bare scalp closely as I shut the water off. The cum was gone. Hopefully Kim hadn’t noticed that. That would be even harder to explain.

”Babe, it’s really okay! We can figure something out! I didn’t realize how drunk you were last night!” Kim shouted through the locked door.

My eyes snapped open wide in an expression that would have raised my eyebrows if I had them. Nobody knew how much I drank the night before. This could be my excuse. There was hair on the floor. Not nearly enough to be my whole head of hair after John had taken my ponytail as a souvenir, but Kim wouldn’t notice that.

Dramatically, I threw the door open. “I thought it was a dream,” I said, renewing my cries.

”Oh honey,” Kim said, pulling me in for a hug.

”All of my hair is gone. I can’t believe I’m so stupid,” I cried into her shoulder.

My tears were real. Now that the erotic ecstasy of being forcibly shaved was over, I was horrified by what had happened. I used to be beautiful and attractive. Now I was ugly. I knew how long it would take for my eyebrows to grow back, for my hair to grow back even into a pixie cut. But the next day I had classes and would have to go out into the world if I wanted to be able to keep up my GPA. People would see me.

“How much did you even have to drink?” Kim asked, pushing me away and examining my hairless head with judgmental eyes. Eyes just like everyone who saw me over the next several months would look at me with.

”I don’t know! I guess I wasn’t paying attention. What am I going to do?” I asked, wiping my eyes with the heels of my palms.

Kim turned around and looked at my room. She found a white beanie and pulled it over my head. She pulled it down far enough to cover my nape and my missing eyebrows.

“Well first you aren’t going to take this off until at least your eyebrows grow back. It’s probably going to take three fucking years for your hair to even be close to what it was before you did this so you probably can’t wear the beanie for that long,” Kim said.

I cried harder, pulling the beanie down over my face. She was right. My hair was beautiful before and now it was gone. I couldn’t afford a decent wig, I didn’t know how to do makeup well so I couldn’t even count on my ability to draw my eyebrows on. It would be time to learn or I really would be stuck wearing this beanie down to my eyes for the next several weeks.

Kim helped me sweep up my hair and dump it into the trash. I wanted it gone as it was just another sad reminder of what I had done. When we were done cleaning up I sent Kim away.

”I’m okay, I just need some time alone. I’ll see you later,” I said, giving her one last hug before she stepped out the door.

”You’ll get through this. And I’m never letting you drink again,” she said, looking up at the beanie on my head as if she was imagining the horror that was underneath it.

I walked back into my room and plopped down on the couch, pulling the beanie off of my head. Just maybe eight hours after being shaved, my head was already feeling prickly and it held onto my beanie like velcro.

Rubbing my head mournfully, I leaned forward on the couch and leaned my elbows on my knees as I held my head in my hands. With Kim gone, I finally began to process what happened. John had come to me and done what we had roleplayed so many times before. The tall, sexy man that I had seen in the library, the one who had been waiting on me when I got back to my room, had been the man I had been chatting with for months.

The video of my shaving, of me blowing him, and probably of me masturbating to the feeling of my naked head were almost circulating on the hair fetish pages already. People who had been just like me before, people who loved to watch but were too scared to partake, had probably already watched my video while touching themselves. And part of me was disgusted by that. The same part of me that was disgusted by my appearance. But there was another part of me.

Part of me loved all of this. I knew I was a reasonably attractive girl. Not a model of course, but I had a decent body and a pretty face. My video would become popular and, for a shy virgin, I was extremely aroused by the thought of people finding pleasure in the way I looked. And I especially loved how I could please John so well.

I sat up from rubbing my head. Could John have messaged me? I stood quickly and hurried to my laptop. Typing in my password, I was met by a single message.

”See you again soon, Jane.”

I quickly typed out a reply.

”Oh my god, John. What did we do?”

I meant it when I said we. John didn’t do that to me on his own. I mean, technically he did. He duct taped me to a chair and did all of it while I begged him not to. But I had enjoyed it. I had played it out with him over and over again. And then, I had also provided my own video of me masturbating to what he had just done to me. I couldn’t be mad at him. In fact, I thought I might have fallen in love with him.

I saw dots on the screen, showing that he was typing. Anxiously I waited until finally his words popped up on the screen.

”We did what we’ve always dreamed of doing. And it was so good.”

I typed back.

”I don’t want this to be over.”

He replied.

”Me neither. I have a plan for us. But I’m not done with you Jane.”

I rubbed my head, fearful of his plan.

”What are we going to do? John, I’m bald. People are going to look at me like I’m a freak.”

The dots on the screen lingered for a moment. John was thinking through what he said next. Or he was writing something long. I wasn’t sure what was worse.

“Well for my plans, you’ll be growing your hair out right away. But for now, I need pictures. I’ve already started several accounts for you. Your shaving video has already blown up and people are asking for more. So you’re going to give it to them.”

My eyes opened wide. What I suspected had actually happened. My video had gone viral across the hair fetish world. And now I would give them more.

Something possessed me as I typed back.

”What do you need from me? I’ll do anything for you.”

I couldn’t believe that those words had come from my fingertips. Was I really so willing to put myself on display for the world to see?

”We’ll need some sexy nude photos of you bald. Touch your head a lot, do things to highlight the absence of your hair. You’ll need to fix your makeup, go heavy on the eyes, but don’t you dare try to fill in your eyebrows.”

My heart raced. Nudes to be posted on the internet?

”Yes sir. Do you want anything special just for you?”

”Of course I do. I’ve already added you to a google drive where you’ll put everything you take. I’ll control what goes on your pages. And, ultimately, I’ll have complete control of your hair.”

I took a deep breath and typed my response.

“Okay. I’m in.”

The Hair Girl

From that message, my new life was on. I was completely humiliated the first time I went out. Wearing the beanie, I just knew that everybody could see what I hid underneath. Kim and the few friends I had on campus were the only people that had actually seen my bald head. Except for the thousands on the internet that is.

Each night I took update pictures of my regrowth, always fully nude. John posted them on sites like OnlyFans and even made a special bank account for me. I had subscriptions right away and soon I had a nice little amount of cash that I had access to. John said the primary purpose for the money was to do the things he ordered me to do with my hair.

As my online presence grew, so did my relationship with John. They had continued to roleplay, but their conversations about real life had flourished. I learned that his name really was John, that he lived just a few hours away from me, and that he worked in cyber security a and that he had used his skills to find me. I had been incredibly flattered by his efforts and, as I grew more comfortable with my new lack of hair, I saw what he did as a grand romantic gesture.

Everything was the topic of our conversation. Our favorite colors, favorite foods, our families, our likes and dislikes, and our dreams and aspirations were all discussed. He wanted to start his own cyber security company, I wanted to go on to to own my own bakery and I was getting a business degree to learn how to run it.

We now chatted throughout the day on Snapchat, leaving our roleplay and fetish talk to the online chat room. John loved seeing pictures of me throughout the day, always wanted to see my face. He encouraged me to go without the beanie and let the world see my new look and, after plenty of convincing, I did.

It took him a month, but I finally went out without my beanie on. And to my surprise, nobody really cared. My eyebrows looked a little thin still, but nobody seemed to notice that either. I quickly realized that on this big college campus, I was just a small fish in a really big pond. My professors never noticed a difference, probably because I was just a face in the crowd of my massive lecture halls.

I did, however pass a group of sorority girls one day, and that ruined my day. I heard them snicker, I heard them say I must want to be a man, I heard them say I’d be so much prettier with long hair. And they were right. I hurried back to my room and cried for a while.

John must have sensed something was wrong while we chatted that night.

”Hey I have a surprise for you, beautiful”

I smiled, my first smile since I heard the girls’ insults. He had started calling me “beautiful” as a pet name almost immediately after he shaved me and I loved it.

”What is that handsome?”

His message was a link. I clicked on it and it led me to a website for a barbershop.

”You’re getting your first haircut. You need to make an appointment here for tomorrow. I’ll send you the picture you’ll need to show them as well, but you can’t look at it. Just open it and show them. Oh and you’ll need to set your phone up to record it.”

My heart thumped in my chest. He was sending me to a men’s barbershop and I just knew I’d be leaving bald, losing the month’s worth of growth I had on my head. I touched the hair gently, feeling the soft half inch of hair. It needed a trim for sure. It was excessively poofy, and it was beginning to stick over my ears. Maybe I wouldn’t be bald.

”You’re not going to have them shave me bald are you?”

”Lol, absolutely not. You know I’m growing your hair out. I told you I have plans for it. Besides, I’m the only one that gets to shave that head of yours.”

Fortunately I was able to make an appointment online and, after my morning class ended, I hurriedly walked to the barbershop. It was right off of campus, easily within walking distance. In the pictures online, it looked like an old-timey barbershop and I was worried that some old man would be cutting my hair, but instead I was met by a woman who couldn’t have been more than a few years older than I was.

She was short and petite with a pretty face and long dark hair that was braided back in twin French braids, a style I used to use back when I had long hair. She also had a red bandana tied around her hair like a head band. Both of her ears were full of piercings and she had an intricate tattoo sleeve on her left arm. Her smile seemed genuine and, other than the two of us, her shop was empty.

”Hi how can I help you?” she asked.

”I have an appointment for Jane,” I said nervously.

”Hey Jane! My name is Roxie and I’ll be cutting your hair today. I figured this was some girl making an appointment for her boyfriend, but by the state of your hair I can see that you’re the one getting your hair cut.”

She led me back to a seat and motioned for me to take a seat. Before I sat down, I opened the folder that John had sent me and, careful not to look, I showed her the pictures.

Roxie flipped through what must have been a 360 degree look at the cut before she nodded. “Easy enough, you’ll be out of here in no time.”

I sat down, and before she draped a cape over my body I stopped her.

”Would you mind if I record this? I, um, I have a YouTube channel and I was hoping I could vlog this. I’m doing a hair growth journey video series,” I said, trying to say my pre-planned excuse as naturally as I could.

She squinted at me with an amused smile on her lips before she nodded and shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, that’s fine with me. So I guess you shaved your head?”

I nodded as I propped my cell phone up on her counter with the selfie mode camera on. “Yeah, a month ago I was bald.”

She rubbed my head, something my friends loved doing and nodded in approval. “This is good progress for a month. You have really great hair.”

”Thanks, I’m going to start recording now if that’s okay?” I said, hovering my finger over the record button.

She only nodded and I tapped the button before leaning back into the seat. Soon the cape was draped over my body and my first short haircut was underway.

I nervously watched in the mirror as she pulled out her clippers and snapped on a really short looking guard. So my head wasn’t being shaved but it seemed like John was buzzing my hair really short instead.

With expert hands, Roxie used the short guard to buzz the hair up near the edges of my crown, but she never actually reached the top of my head. The bottom edges of my hair remained untouched until she snapped the guard off and began shaving my back and sides down to stubble.

I left Roxie’s shop with a perfect high fade haircut, my growth on the top of my head completely untouched. Roxie had used a little pomade for shape my short hair, flattening the back of my head while pushing the front up and to the side. I felt like I looked like a boy, but it felt so good to have a fresh cut.

The video was immediately put into the Dropbox I shared with John and I hoped he would like it. I even sent him a picture on Snapchat of me smiling in the sunshine with my new haircut. I didn’t get a reply right away which surprised me, but it was still during the work day so maybe he was just busy.

A Welcome Surprise

Then I walked into the door of my room and knew why he didn’t respond.

”Hello beautiful,” he said as soon as I walked in.

A wide grin stretched across my face when I saw him stand up from my couch.

”John! Oh my god!” I said, running up and wrapping him in a hug.

He hugged me back for a moment before pushing me away.

”Well let me look at you,” he said, holding my chin gently as he turned my head side to side.

I delighted in the attention I was getting, my cheeks flushing in excitement.

”It looks perfect. I’m going to kiss you now,” he said before wrapping a hand around the back of my freshly cut head and pulling me in for a long kiss.

I melted into the kiss. His lips were warm, the kiss was sweet and tender. His stubbly beard tickled my chin and upper lip. He smelled like Old Spice, his shoulders felt strong as I gently put my hands on them. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. His were a dark, twinkly brown as he started at me with a mixture of lust and genuine affection radiating from them.

”I want you to fuck me,” I whispered into his ear.

He didn’t say a word, he just leaned in and kissed me again, this time hungrily, passionately. He pulled my shirt up over my head, then I pulled his off. I slid my hand down his hard abs until I found his belt buckle. I unfastened it as he unhooked my bra. His pants and underwear fell to the ground as my bra also fell.

In a flash, my pants and underwear were off and he lifted me up with such effortless ease. I felt his penis tickling my ass cheek as I wrapped my legs around him, never stopping my hungry kissing. Carrying me to my small single bed, he set me down and broke away from the kiss.

He teased my body with his kisses, starting on my exposed ears, working down to my chest, kissing each of my bare nipples, kissing my flat stomach, the insides of my thighs, and finally my throbbing, wet pussy.

He pulled out a condom and put it on his erect penis and slid on top of me. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back and pulled him into me. I had never done this before, never slept with a man, but nothing would stop me and this insatiable hunger.

With a kiss on my lips, one that was slow and gentle, he pulled away and looked at me. I could see in his eyes that he was in wonder at my look. He stroked my cheek, ran his fingertips around my ear, down my jaw, over my lips that were red and puffy from the hard kissing. Then I felt his cock slide inside me.

Together we rocked. Our hips moved in unison, first slow, then faster and faster. I gasped, I closed my eyes, I moaned as we moved. The feeling of him inside me was like nothing I had ever experienced. Then he would run his hand up the nape of my head, feeling the bristly short hair and I would shudder in delight.

We moved faster as I drew close to completion and I felt his sense of urgency rising. He was close too. I moved my hips into his each time he thrust and with one last push, I let out a moan as waves of pleasure washed over my body in the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. In time with me, I felt his dick pulsate inside me, felt the condom he wore fill up with his seed that only a month before had showered my bald head.

”Oh my god, Jane. I love you,” he said, gasping near my ear as the pleasure took him.

In that moment I knew my words of reply were true, “I love you, John.”

I held his face and kissed him before he rolled off, pulling himself from inside my sex. We both sat there panting, my head on his chest, his powerful arm wrapped around me.

He hadn’t been able to stay long after. I was sad to see him go, but it was the middle of the week and he had to drive home so he could go to work in the morning.

”I owe you a proper date,” he said, kissing me before he left.

”I can’t wait,” I said, kissing him back.

A month later, I had another haircut with Roxie. Instead of the sides being shaved down to a zero in a high fade, the sides were buzzed down to a number one as I had a full inch of hair on my crown. Again, I had John waiting for me in my room. But this time it was a Friday, and he took me out.

We had our first proper date and it was a magical night. His car was clean and new, he wore a suit, I wore a red dress and big hoop earrings and made sure my makeup was perfect. We had a nice dinner, we walked through the nice part of town and he even bought me a necklace.

The necklace held a special meaning. It was a choker style but it was a beautiful white gold. As he put it on me outside the store, he explained it to me.

”This shows that you are mine. It’s pure gold so I expect you to never take it off. Because I never want you to forget that you belong to me,” he had said.

And I did as I was told. Then a month later, another haircut, my sides were again buzzed down to a one as my hair on the top grew longer. And, just like the previous two haircuts, John was waiting for me in my room.

”Can I expect this with every haircut?” I asked as I laid next to him, naked and panting in my bed.

”Yes you can, my love. And I promise you can expect plenty of haircuts in your future.”

Here’s the link to part 3 if you want to keep going:

Dream Come True: Part 3