Flattopped
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Getting Rid of All that Girly Hair – The Hair Story Network
Sarah sat at her desk waiting for class to start. She excelled at math and found this class too easy. She was already thinking about her plans for the evening when she realized something was different. Something had changed. The person in front of her was nearly bald except a small partial ring of hair on top. Like math, the precision and symmetry of the haircut fascinated her. She wanted to reach out and touch it. Oh my god! The piercings in the ear, this is a girl! She felt a twinge between her legs. But where was Jenny? She looked closer. The jean jacket and sundress! Holy crap!! That is Jenny!
She’d seen her hanging out with that boy that recently got this long hair cut off, and now she had too. Is it a cult thing? Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off this haircut. She was basically bald except the U shaped ring of hair on top of her head like a little brown hair tiara.
Sarah had always secretly worshipped Jenny and loved her style, especially her long wavy chestnut brown hair. She even tried to model her style after Jenny’s. But this look was unlike anything she’d ever seen on another woman or man before. She nervously fidgeted with her long blonde hair that currently reached her lower back. Why would Jenny do this?
She marveled at the geometry of the haircut. The sides and back were bare pale skin. The sides and front stood up vertically like they were trestles supporting a bridge which in this case was the perfectly flat plain of hair on top.
Sarah couldn’t decide what to make of the haircut. She needed more input. She sketched it in her notebook from the front, top, and side angles during the class with big question marks around it. She did know that the sheer precision and mathematics of it intrigued her, even between her legs. The sight of this haircut excited her sexually for some reason and she needed to know why. It took all her will power to not reach out and touch Jenny’s head or to touch herself to ease the tension building between her legs.
After class ended, both Jenny and Sarah had cross country track practice. Sarah normally ran well ahead of Jenny at practice, but not today. Today she ran about 5 meters behind, studying and appraising Jenny’s new look. In the shower after practice Sarah noted how Jenny showered quicker than anyone else, not being slowed down by everyday haircare routines. She for the first time also noted the curves of Jenny’s naked body, her firm round breasts, her well manicured bush, but more importantly how this haircut set her features free. Her big brown eyes, cute little nose and long sensuous neck really stood out now. Jenny towel dried her hair, put a waxy product in it, and brushed it perfectly vertical in only a few minutes. This haircut had her out the door well before any other girl on the team.
Sarah still needed more data. In all her years of going to salons she had never seen any haircut cut that ruthless or precise, it had to have been done in a barbershop. From the track she headed to the mall and parked herself on a bench outside the 4 chair barbershop to learn more about how they operate.
The lower schools had just let out for the summer so there were several mothers bringing their boys in for summer haircuts.
Sarah marveled at the speed and efficiency of the barbers’ clippers. Like a lawn mower they could quickly mow a path through the hair leaving a precise length behind and shedding the extra hair like grass clippings. She watched haircut after haircut until the shop finally closed. She was disappointed that she did not see one haircut like Jenny’s. Alone in bed that night she envisioned herself being caped by a barber and ruthlessly shorn like those young boys. She was exploring this new fetish and discovered a new level of orgasm intensity that evening.
For the next few weeks her routine was to stare at the back of Jenny’s head in math class, run behind Jenny at track, watch Jenny in the shower, sit outside different barbershops till they closed, watch barber haircut videos and read haircut stories, then go to bed and fantasize about losing all her hair till she came.
Then it happened. One day after track, the boy with a similar haircut she now knew was a flattop, was waiting for Jenny after practice. Sarah heard them talking about going to get their haircuts tidied up. Sarah skipped her shower and waited in her car ready to follow them. She wondered if she had misheard because they passed several barbershops and were headed towards the military base. Suddenly, they slowed and turned into a parking lot just outside the base, Frank’s barbershop.
Jenny and her boyfriend parked on the end by the door, but Sarah was lucky enough to be able to park centered perfectly in front of the shop’s large front window giving her a great view of all six barber chairs. She quickly realized that this shop wasn’t about boys’ summer shearings, these customers were squared away soldiers needing to keep their hair short in accordance with specific regulations. And these barbers were no nonsense, efficient, and precise in their delivery of these cuts.
Again, her mind wandered to her being in the chair in that masculine environment, and being relieved of her hair in record time; the mess of blonde hair that would be left behind; the stares from the soldiers and barbers at the sight of her receiving a shorter haircut than them; and the big reveal when the chair was turned back to the mirror to show her this haircut she fantasized about that was now on her head. She could feel her juices now flowing and squeezed her crotch as the tension built. What was happening to her. Where was this leading? After Jenny and her boy friend left would she go in there? Sit in those chairs? Ask for that haircut? Feel those clippers shearing her head? Finally get to experience that haircut, to touch that haircut. Her pussy was now aching for attention as the excitement from this situation built. She put her hand down her yoga pants and began rubbing her mound.
The shop now had her undivided attention as Jenny made her way to the big barber chair. But wait, her barber! It’s a woman with the same haircut, only gray. She watched as Jenny was caped and the chair ratcheted higher. Jenny looked uncomfortable as everyone seemed to be staring at her. She was fidgeting a lot under the cape. Fidgeting like me Sarah realized. Oh my God, she’s diddling herself under the cape!
Her barber with the amazing flattop wasted no time in skinning the back, sides and inside of the horseshoe. She then with great artistry and precision took all the remaining shorter while perfectly squaring off the top and vertical walls around it.
Jenny’s eyes were half lidded and she bit her lip as the barber worked shaving foam onto the back and sides. She seems to really be enjoying her haircut, as much as I am Sarah thought as she slowly worked her clit. Finally, the barber whisked her off with a little brush and removed the cape. Her haircut looked much cleaner and well defined, but her face was now beet red and her dress pulled up askew . She didn’t! Did she cum in the chair?!
As Jenny stepped out of the barber chair smoothing out her her blue and white summer dress which contrasted sharply with her rigid haircut, Sarah was in sensory overload. She dropped her seat all the way back, pushed her hand deep in her slot and began fingering herself furiously. She imagined Jenny sitting in that chair two weeks ago with long flowing hair and having that same flattopped woman reduce her to her current state leaving a huge mess on the floor.
Suddenly, her passenger door flew open! Jenny hopped in next to her, shut her door, and reclined her seat all the way back too. They were now face to face, she was inches from that haircut. Sarah froze not knowing what to do next.
“I saw you watching me Sarah. Not just today, but also at track, at school, in the shower, I would even bend over intentionally so you could see the top of my haircut. I’ve been through what you are going through now. I obsessed about this haircut the same way when I first saw John’s flattop. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I puzzled over why he would do it, what it would feel like to have it done, and what it would feel like to touch it. You have the same thoughts don’t you?”
Sarah, still red faced from embarrassment and pleasuring herself could only nod.
“Do you want to feel it?”
Sarah nodded again. She tentatively pulled her hand out of her pants and reached up with both hands and first felt the bare skin on the sides of the head, then worked her way up to where the stubble began, and finally up to the flat hair on top. There was so little hair, but what was there was exacting in its cut.
Jenny eased her hand down Sarah’s yoga pants, past her panties, over her bush, and inserted two fingers into her sopping vagina, then gently curled them in and out. Her thumb worked Sarah’s clit causing Sarah to begin gyrating her hips and moaning. Sarah stared intently at Jenny’s haircut, tracing the lines and marveling at the precision. She envisioned herself in the barber’s chair being turned to the mirror to reveal this as her new haircut and that put her over the edge. Her cunt clenched around Jenny’s fingers as she came over and over and over, wave after wave of excitement coursing through her body as she moaned in delight.
When the orgasm finally subsided they laid there looking into each other’s eyes. “Sarah, I’ve been where you are. I know the urge is there. It doesn’t go away, trust me. You want this precision, this efficiency, this feel. I can see it. Let’s go get rid of this…..this excess”, Jenny instructed as she held a lock of Sarah’s blonde hair up.
Jenny got out and came around to help Sarah out of the car and towards the barbershop. Her boyfriend John was just getting out of the barber chair when they entered. Jenny led Sarah towards the chair.
The barberette shook out the cape and smiled at them both and asked, “who’s your friend Jenny?”
“Max, this is my friend Sarah and she is also a flattop enthusiast. Can you help her get rid of all this extra hair?”
“I’d be happy to. Sarah, hop on up and let’s get this all sorted out proper like. I’m Maxine, Max for short”
Sarah stared at the big chair. She’d never been in a barbershop before, just studied them from a distance. Everything about this barbershop was so utilitarian. Minimal wall decor, simple fixtures, no wasted chatter, and those clippers she’d seen with their ruthless efficiency.
“Come on sweetie, the chair don’t bite. Up you get.”
Sarah took a seat and tightly gripped the large arm rests. She felt so small in this chair, and in this barbershop,
like a little girl going to the salon for the first time. Max clipped all her long blonde hair up, then put the neck strip around her neck.
“What’s this for?”, Sarah asked apprehensively.
Max whisked the cape around her and cinched the it tight, then folded the neck strip down and smoothed out the cape.
“It’s so little hairs don’t get down into your shirt and make you itch.”, the barberette explained as she ratcheted the chair higher.
Sarah noted how that made perfect sense and wondered why salons don’t use them. Max then unclipped her hair and began brushing it out. Her blonde hair reached nearly to her navel. Sarah stared at her long strands of hair realizing they were about to part ways.
“So a shaved shoe, correct?”, Max asked
Sarah had no clue what she was asking. She looked at Jenny who was nodding up and down so Sarah did the same. That was all Max needed to jump into action.
“Hey Frank, another recruit for Maxine’s flattop army”, Max joked causing the other barbers to laugh.
All eyes were now on Sarah, and she felt their stares. She was really here. Really doing this. She was caped and ready to be sheared, no going back now. How would she look when this was done? Others described her as “girl next door cute”, and her blonde hair had always been long, but she never really did anything with it. It was just another problem to solve, and her solution was either down or in a pony tail. Haircuts were just regular trims done as cheaply as possible. She was bored with her hair and only put up with it because others expected her to have long hair and loved it more than she did. Well, not for long. Soon it would join the soldiers’ and Jenny’s and her boy friend’s hair clippings on the tile floor. She slid her hand under her yoga pants and panties and massaged her mound as the excitement started to build again. She noticed Jenny filming it all on her phone with a look of anticipation on her face.
Military barbers pride themselves on their productivity and meticulousness, and Max is no different. She lifted the long hair on the left side by Sarah’s ear and -Schnick-two foot locks of blonde hair fell into her lap. She grabbed the next clump right behind that and -Schnick- more long locks slid down over her breast and hardened nipple. Each snip caused her breathing to shorten and arousal to escalate. Schnick, schnick, schnick, hair was raining down now, piling up on her shoulders, in her lap and on the floor as the barber with the sexy flattop worked around to the other side.
“Gosh, your hair is so much longer than Jenny’s was. This is a new record for me”, Max commented. Sarah glanced at Jenny. Jenny was still filming with one hand and had her other hand discretely buried in her crotch. She also noticed that her boy friend had gone shorter today and they now both had the same flattop haircut. Soon, that would be her world too. What would people say? How would they react? After their experience in the car together, what would happen next with her and Jenny? And how does her boy friend factor into all this? Her analytical mind was as much in overdrive as her pussy.
With all the length now removed, Max picked up her trusty Osters, “head down for me sweetie”, she instructed as she guided Sarah’s chin down into her chest. Now she was staring at the massive mound of blonde discard in her lap, gently moving up and down as her fingers circled her clit. The sound of the clippers filled the shop. This was it! She was going to get her first experience with those ruthless cutting machines. I now get why Jenny was so aroused when she was in this chair. This is without a doubt the most erotic experience of my life. Holy hell!
The clippers touched her nape, the bare metal of the guard-less clippers vibrating on her neck, then they made their first pass up the back of Sarah’s head changing tone as they made contact with the hair and severing everything in their path. Bzzzzzzzt. Her most erotic experience just got more erotic. Who knew she had an erogenous zone there? And those clippers! Oh my God! She tried to hold it back but the sensation on her nape was too much. She came in the barber chair. “Mmmmmmmph”she quietly whimpered followed by short quick breaths as she clung tight to the arm rest with one hand, clenched her thighs, squeezed her eyes shut, jammed her fingers deep in her quaking pussy with her other hand and came hard! Her juices were now soaked through her yoga pants and onto the barber chair.
“And I think you like the clippers more than Jenny, and me! I can even smell your excitement”, Max whispered in her ear.
Sarah’s neck and face flushed bright red.
“Don’t worry about it pumpkin. It will be our little secret”
Max slowly buzzed the back, intentionally going slow over the nape as Sarah was enjoying the ride. Others in the shop stared at her, but she didn’t care. She just closed her eyes and continued to give her pussy the attention it needed as the clippers worked their magic on her nape.
“‘Mmmmmm”, she softly moaned.
Max then quickly buzzed the sides sending more blonde hair cascading down. The only thing left was the top.
Max set the clippers down, rubbed some product into Sarah’s hair, then used a blow dryer and brush to get it all to stand up.
“Max, can I watch this part please?”
“Sure honey”, and Max turned the chair away from the audience towards the mirror.
This was it! Max inserted her comb perfectly horizontally through Sarah’s bangs and ran the clippers over the comb severing everything above and leaving the first flat section on her head. Flat as a board. Max combed up the hair behind that and leveled it off flat too and repeated the process till she reached the back of her head. She then took her clippers and put them directly on top of her head in the center and drew them straight back leaving a bald strip that would be the inside of the horseshoe.
Sarah was in awe of the technique to create this unique haircut. She had never paid attention to previous haircuts, they were just a chore that had to be dealt with, but this haircut! This haircut was special! Only a skilled barber could achieve this result. She continued slowly massaging her mound as Max worked her magic.
Max worked clippers over comb from left to right, front to back, even freehand to reduce the top to be level and even with the bald landing strip of hair running down the middle. Then she blow dried and brushed it again and freehanded any minute adjustments that were needed.
Hairs landed on Sarah’s nose and itched but she dare not move for fear of ruining this masterpiece. Finally, the clippers went silent. Sarah glanced in the mirror back at Jenny. She was still grinning from ear to ear. Sarah returned the smile. She loved this haircut, this process, the sensations, the clippers. Today answered the lingering question of why Jenny would do it. Hell, she now wanted to do this every day. Why couldn’t her hair grow faster.
She saw Max come around behind her again and started rubbing shaving cream over the back and sides. It felt other worldly. So sensuous, she closed her eyes and leaned into Max’s hands as Max took her time lathering her head. “Mmmmmmmm”
“Oh, you are going to be a wild one in my chair every time aren’t you you little minx.”
Sarah just smiled. Max stropped her straight razor and carefully shaved the back and sides. This was also a new experience for Sarah and she watched every stroke with rapt attention. The accuracy, the preciseness of it all! She was tired of doing things to meet other’s expectations. This she was doing for her, and would continue doing. At this moment in time she couldn’t ever imagine having any other haircut. she was giddy, and wanted to touch it so bad. She recalled what Jenny’s felt like and wanted to compare. Surprisingly, she found herself wanting Jenny to feel this too. She had never identified as bisexual, but she’d also never had her hair cut in a barbershop before or had another girl bring her to orgasm. Today was full of surprises.
Max finished by wiping the excess foam off with a towel and applying some aftershave to her bare scalp.
“There you go sweetie, one shaved shoe, and might I add that it looks great on you. Look how it draws attention now to your beautiful eyes and smile.”
“Thank you Max. I absolutely love it! You are a master craftsman.”
“Let’s get some photos with Jenny for your socials like I did with her after her big chop.”
“Oh, I’m not really into socials, but I’d love them for me to commemorate the day I really discovered the true me.”
Jenny came over and her and Max leaned over each shoulder as Sarah took a picture of her with her new haircut, in a barber chair with blonde hair piled high on her shoulders and lap as her two new friends with matching haircuts leaned in close behind her. Blonde, brown, and gray horseshoe flattops. Being a blonde hers was very light and she looked like she had far less hair because the stubble was nearly invisible. For the next photo they all looked down showing off the tops of their crisp horseshoe flattops.
Now came the moment of truth. Sarah reached up and felt her nape. It was so smooth, so sensitive, so electric, so different. There used to be hair there, now just slick skin. Her fingers slid up the back of her head, higher and higher. So sensitive, so sensual. She felt stubble then the hair got progressively longer towards the top. The top itself was longer on the outside and got progressively shorter as she approached the bald landing strip running down the middle. Max is a genius. This haircut is mathematical precision.
“Thank you Jenny for opening up this whole new world for me!”
“You look freakin’ amazing!”, Jenny squealed as she dared touch Sarah’s head herself. This sent sparks flying through Sarah’s core and they made eye contact in the mirror, both smiling and blushing.
Max uncaped Sarah and guided all the blonde clippings to the floor. Sarah stepped out of the chair and looked back at all the hair on the floor, and there was a lot of it. She wouldn’t miss it one bit. She was far more interested in the hair she saw in the mirror. She also noticed the wet spot on the chair, then noticed the wet spot between her legs and blushed a little more.
As they made their way up to pay Max said, “Could I make a suggestion? If you two keep having “episodes” in front of customers, Frank is going to be upset with me. Especially you missy”, she exclaimed as she put a hand on Sarah’s shoulder and smiled at her. “I close on Tuesday nights if you want to come by around 6, I can tidy the three of you up without an audience. And Sarah, you’ll need to come by at least every two weeks to keep this looking sharp.” This was music to Sarah’s ears. She couldn’t wait for the next time. They told Max they’d see her at closing in a couple of weeks.
As they left the shop Jenny introduced Sarah to her boyfriend John and asked her if she wanted to go to Jenny’s and “study” with them. She was thrilled at the invitation. Jenny hopped in her car with her and John followed.
“Did you cum in the barber chair Jenny?”
“Guilty as charged. I just can’t help myself, the whole experience is so arousing. The sights, the sounds, the sensations, Max, the fact that I’m in a barbershop getting a man’s haircut, it is all so stimulating to me. I think you know what I’m talking about.”
“Will people make fun of me?”
“Some will, but I just ignore them. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. And it brought me to John, and now you.”
“About that, what happened in the car earlier, that was a first for me. I’ve been with a boy before, but never another girl. Still, I liked it. I like you.”
Jenny smiled at her and massaged her nape, “I like you too.”
They arrived at Jenny’s house and headed up to Jenny’s bedroom. “My parents won’t be home until later.”
Jenny pulled her dress up over her head and laid it on her chair, then removed her shoes, bra and panties. John followed suit. They then approached Sarah and pulled her top and sports bra off followed by her yoga pants and sopping panties, still very aromatic from earlier.
John stood behind her and began caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Jenny kneeled down in front of her and began kissing her inner thighs while rubbing a hand over her glistening folds. She then ran her tongue around the entrance, flicked it a few times at her clit, then began sucking.
Sarah’s eyes closed and she moaned with pleasure as her hands traced Jenny’s flattop. John was know nibbling on her earlobes and nape while running a hand over her newly shorn head. All of this was new to her and she was loving every minute of it. In no time they pushed her past her limit and she came like she has never come before. Streams of her juices shot out all over Jenny’s face but she kept working the clit as Sarah pulsed and quaked riding this climax to its completion.
Sarah was quivering . John held her up and helped her over to the bed. He then put her on her hands and knees and gently entered her from behind. A little at first then deeper with each thrust, his girth growing the more he went. Jenny slid under Sarah and sucked her nipples, then slid up and kissed her passionately while running her hands over her new short haircut.
John and Sarah came at the same time. Sarah was spent and collapsed on Jenny. Jenny snuggled her close to her breast as she gently rubbed her sexy new haircut and whispered, “Welcome to the flattop freaks.” Sarah just looked up at her, smiled, and purred.
Six Weeks Earlier….
Monica sat at her desk in her room. It looked out the window towards Frank’s Barbershop. She loved watching the shop as a distraction while studying. Normally it was soldiers coming to get there buzz cuts buzzed tighter, but today something was different. A military looking father was walking into the shop with either a girl or a boy with really long hair. She could feel a twinge of arousal as she fantasized about what would happen when they got in the barber chair. She grabbed her binoculars and prepared to watch the show. When the moment finally came, the young person slowly approached the barber chair of the woman barber with the ultrashort hair and took a seat. They were quickly caped and readied. The long hair hung down to their shoulders, at least for another minute or two. “Oh my God, that hair, that face, it’s John from school!”
To be continued…
