Flattopped
Author note: if you’d like to read the stories in order here are the links:
Getting Rid of All that Girly Hair – The Hair Story Network
Getting Rid of All that Girly Hair Pt II: Sarah’s Undoing – The Hair Story Network
Monica sat at her desk in her room doing homework . 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 not today. 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!”
Monica is an army brat. Her family moved from base to base, and they’d been at this one for a few months. They had to live off base because base housing was full, but she didn’t mind. She loved being across from the barbershop.
She discovered she had a hair fetish when they moved here. Her dad was deployed and she was tasked with taking her 8 and 10 year old brothers to the barbershop. The first time she took them to Frank’s Barbershop the boys were past due because of the move and their hair had gotten longer. She was just told to take them for haircuts so when her 8 year old brother climbed up in the chair and the barber asked how Monica would like it cut she was caught off guard. She didn’t know boys haircut names or how her parents wanted it cut so she looked at what the other barbers were doing and pointed to the chair with the shortest haircut, a shaved high and tight.
She took in all the sights and sounds of the barbershop experience, but when long locks of her brother’s hair started tumbling down the cape she felt a stirring in her core, and as more hair fell the intensity grew. Add to that the fact that the woman cutting his hair had the shortest haircut in the shop, she could feel her juices soaking her panties. Once both boys had been shorn, they were both mad at her but she didn’t care and neither did her parents. She ran up stairs, closed her bedroom door and pleasured herself in record time.
Each month after that she’d take her brothers and ask for different short military haircuts and pleasure herself right afterwards. She was especially infatuated with the female barber with the ultrashort haircut. Max is her name, short for Maxine. Last month her oldest brother sat in her barber chair and the barberette asked Monica how she’d like his haircut. Monica pointed back at Max and asked, “what is your haircut called?”
“It’s a shaved horseshoe flattop.”
“That’s what I’d like for both boys please.”
The barberette used the clippers to skin the back and sides then rubbed product in his hair and used a blow dryer and brush to get the hair left on top to stand up stick straight. Then came Monica’s favorite part, the barberette held her comb flat in her brother’s bangs and buzzed off all but an inch that was perfectly flat.
Monica was in awe of this whole process. The precision and exactness of the cut, the perfectly flat plain being created on top and perfect steep angles on the sides as the hair all stood straight up. But more than that, she was in awe of the barberette. She was always told that women were supposed to have long hair, yet here was this woman with hair shorter than everyone else in the shop. And she was in awe of the confidence this woman showed.
As the barberette finished up her other brother’s haircut, she shook out the cape, looked at Monica and said,
”Next”
Monica was so shocked she actually peed a little. At first she thought the barberette was serious, but then saw her break out into a laugh.
“I’m just messin’ with you sweetheart”
But that started Monica down the road of thinking about what if she wasn’t kidding. Could she get up in that big chair in front of all those men and get a flattop like her brothers? Like the barberette? Would she have the same confidence? How would her friends and family react? What would those clippers feel like? What would the shaving cream and razor feel like? What would it be like not to have all this hair? She looked at her reflection in one of the shop’s mirrors. She had gorgeous long curly, curly, curly red hair that so many people admired. She had been growing it out for years and now it reached about half way down her back. Could she part ways with all this?
She reached over and felt her brother’s newly shorn flattop. She felt the smooth baldness on the back and sides, then the rigid horseshoe of hair on top, and finally the bald strip inside the horseshoe. Her juices were flowing and her panties were soaked with a mix of pee and arousal, a small wet spot visible on the front of her shorts.
They paid and left and walked across the street to their home. Monica once again immediately ran up stairs and locked her bedroom door to relieve the pent up tension in her core. Her thoughts went back to that decision point when the barberette called “next”. What if she had gone up and sat in that big barber chair, been caped, and been ruthlessly shorn like her brothers? The mess of hair she would leave on the floor and cape, red curly hair everywhere. That barberette with the amazing flattop working her magic on her head while she sat there in that military barbershop surrounded by rugged soldiers. These thoughts trigged a whole new level in her fetish and her orgasm was epic. Her legs and hips quivered and shook as wave after wave took control of her body. Still not done, she ran and grabbed her dad’s beard trimmer and comb and gave her bush a little red flattop then held the vibrating clippers against her clit and came again.
Since that day she has been obsessed with that haircut, and with that barberette. She watches the shop from her bedroom, looking for someone getting a flattop, watching Max and her amazing flattop, and fantasizing about what if she had gotten up and sat in that chair when Max said “next”.
So when John from her school entered the shop with his long hair, her mound immediately moistened. She knew that this is a military barbershop. They don’t do trims or business men’s cuts. They do short military clipper cuts. She didn’t know why John was there but she did know she would see skin on his head when he left. The thought caused her to reach down her shorts and rub her mound. To add to her excitement, Max was John’s barberette.
Oh my God! The amount of hair coming off of John’s head was the most she had ever seen. The long brown locks filled his lap, covered both shoulders, and formed large mounds on the floor. In no time, Max had clippered him bald on the back and sides. When Max held her comb horizontally in Jahn’s bangs, Monica knew what was coming next, John was getting a flattop! She began furiously fingering herself.
John sat there stoically through the whole haircut, gripping the arm rests. It wasn’t a horseshoe flattop like her brothers’, but darn close. She could see a small landing strip right at the top of his head. This was even more thrilling than watching her brothers, and her climax reflected that. When Max removed the cape from John, brown hair went everywhere, just like her juices when she squirted wave after wave of her juices on her legs floor . Holy Mother of God, she didn’t even know her body could do that! She then buzzed and shaved her remaining red pubes, and came again reliving John’s haircut. She loved the feel of her pussy after she shaved it and how much more sensitive it was. She wondered how much more sensitive her scalp would be with the back and sides shaved.
The next day she raced to history class, her first class of the day. It was the only class she had with John and she sat one isle over and two desks back so she’d have a great close up view of his new flattop. He walked in with his head down and took his seat. The fluorescent lights reflected off the shiny bald scalp, and his flattop was perfectly vertical, perfectly flat. Monica felt that familiar twinge between her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together.
Everyone stared, even the teacher. A couple guys teased him asking him if he’d joined the army or something. He just ignored everyone and doodled in his notebook. Being an army brat I could relate to being a loner and not having many friends. I knew he was a loner before this and this would make him be even more so. I secretly filmed him when I could so I’d have some fetish material when I could get some alone time with my clit.
At lunch time I sat a few tables away from John to get more video and photos, and to just sneak glances when I could. That’s when another girl walked up and started talking to him. I believe her name is Jenny. I’d seen her in the halls but don’t really know her. She sat with him, and after talking with him for a bit, I could see that she was rubbing and squeezing her mound over her jeans while sneaking glances at his new haircut. Could she be wired like me? Does this make her hot and bothered too?
I watched the barbershop faithfully every day after John’s haircut hoping he’d return for a regular maintenance cut. Two weeks later he returned, though this time was different. Instead of his father accompanying him it was Jenny wearing that summer dress of hers I’d like to steal out of her closet. She must just be tagging along for moral support. I’m so jealous right now. I’d love to have a front row seat like she has. I got naked when they walked in and locked my bedroom door.
It just kept getting better and better. John sat in the chair of the same barberette and I got to watch her clear the stubble off the back and sides and meticulously sharpen up the top. It reminded me that I needed to clean up my pubic area when this was done.
But wait, what was going on over there? Is that Jenny approaching the barber chair? What is she doing? They don’t cut women’s hair there. Oh my God! She is sitting down in the same barber chair and the flattopped barberette, Max, is caping her. This is really happening! Oh the juices were flowing now! Just the sight of her in the chair pushed me closer the edge.
Max started by lopping all the length off Jenny’s gorgeous brown hair. Very quickly hair was piled high in her lap and in a ring around the barber chair, and everyone in the shop was just staring at her. I had to grab a toy from my secret stash and started sliding it in and out as it vibrated to satisfy my pent up needs.
Meanwhile, back in the barbershop, Max was now putting the scissors down and reaching for the big clippers! Fuck me, she just ran them up the back of her head! She’s skinning her! Massive clumps of brown hair rained down onto the white cape leaving nothing but bare scalp. Max removed all the hair on the back and sides and then…..OH FUCK! She just ran the guardless clippers on top of her head! She’s getting a horseshoe flattop like Max! I pinched my nipples and rammed my toy hard and fast as the excitement of this situation continued to build . Max began leveling off the Jenny’s hair on top. Holy Fuckin’ Hell! What I wouldn’t give to be in there right now! But maybe it’s better that I’m not since they might frown on my moaning and lack of clothes.
Why is she doing this?! She had beautiful hair! Could she be afflicted with the same fetish? Did she lose a bet? And why is she as red faced as I am? Oh my God! Is she cumming in the barber chair?! Sweet Jesus! The shaving cream must be an orgasmic experience! Max quickly shaved the back, sides and inside of the horseshoe on top to complete the haircut, then turned Jenny around to see the finished product giving me my first look at the back of her head. Holy Crap, she’s freaking bald back there! Her scalp is shiny after the shave. Next, Max and Jenny took photos together while Jenny was still caped up and covered in locks of hair. It looked like others were taking photos too. Finally, Jenny was uncapped and John helped her from the chair. Hair was piled high around the chair and on the footrest, hair that used to make up Jenny’s gorgeous mane. John paid and they drove off while Max swept up the carnage.
The next day Monica got to school early and waited across from Jenny’s locker pretending to be looking at her phone. When Jenny showed up she was wearing a beautiful blue and white sundress, jean jacket, and converse, but what everyone was staring at was her new haircut. The newly bared scalp was several shades paler than her other skin giving her kind of a two toned look. Some time in the sun should fix that.
You could tell that Jenny felt self conscious about everyone staring at her. She kept her head down and went straight to her locker ignoring the gasps, comments and stares. Monica filmed as much as she could then hurried off to class. She sat at the table next to John and Jenny at lunch marveling at their crisp new flattops. Again, the urges within grew. Watching the two of them together, it didn’t seem like Jenny had regrets, more that she was just going through an adjustment period.
Monica kept her vigil at her bedroom window every day hoping they’d return. A couple of weeks later they did. She watched as Jenny climbed up into Max’s chair and was quickly caped. Max buzzed, leveled, and shaved that horseshoe flattop back into shape in no time at all then set Jenny free so John could get his flattop tidied up too.
Something strange happened at that point. Instead of sitting in the waiting area Jenny came outside and climbed into the passenger side of a car parked in front of the shop. What is going on? Whose car is that? And what are they doing in there?
Eventually Jenny got out and walked around and opened the driver side door. A girl with really long blonde hair got out wearing a sports bra, brown yoga pants and a matching jacket, but Monica couldn’t see her face. They walked into the shop together then – OH MY GOD! She’s getting into Max’s barber chair that John just got out of! Is she about to do what I think she is going to do? Monica’s hand went straight down her shorts and into her slot. Oh my God, oh my God oh my God! Is this really happening again! Monica looked closely, the girl looked a lot like Sarah from her social studies class. It is her!
Max caped her up then let her long hair down. Blonde hair covered a large portion of the front of the cape. Like with Jenny, Max started by grabbing all the long hair in front of her right ear and cutting it down to about three inches, then worked her way around to the other side hacking off all the long hair down to about that length. Locks of long blonde hair covered her shoulders and lap.
Monica closed her eyes and imagined that was her in the chair with long red curly hair piled high everywhere. That was all it took to push her over the edge as she moaned and writhed through wave after wave of pleasure.
When her attention returned to the barbershop, Max was in the process of removing any remaining hair on the back and sides. But wait, Sarah is red , taking short breaths and the hair on the cape is moving up and down. Did she just cum in the barber chair like Jenny did? Does she have a haircut fetish too? Maybe I’m not the only freak affected by this.
Max then turned Sarah towards the mirror to finish the haircut so Max blocked Monica’s view. When Max finished, her and Jenny posed by her to take photos of Sarah’s new haircut while she was still caped and covered with hair clippings. That reminded Monica, she did a quick search for Franks Barbershop on the different social media apps and found them. She scrolled down and found the post for Jenny’s haircut. She saved these photos for later tonight in bed.
John, Jenny, and Sarah left in the two cars and Monica tried to get back to studying but she couldn’t focus, she couldn’t get that haircut out of her mind. She pulled up the photos of Jenny’s haircut as she clenched her thighs tightly. “Boys! Let’s go! It’s time for haircuts.” She put on her red plaid mini skirt, black tight fitting v-neck shirt that really showed off her perky b-cups, and black sandals, then headed for the barbershop.
She had to shut off the PlayStation to get the boys out the door and across the street to the barbershop. As they walked in Max smiled and said, “Hi kids, I’ll be with you shortly as she continued with her current customer and they took seats in the waiting area. Monica could still see a clump of Sarah’s blonde hair on the footrest of the barber chair. She stared at the chair recalling what she’d seen happen there less than a half hour ago as her arousal escalated and she clamped her thighs tightly.
Max took each brother in turn refreshing the flattop and shaving the back and sides back to baby smooth. Monica couldn’t take her eyes off of their haircuts or Max and her amazing horseshoe flattop. Once they were done Max led them up to the cash register to pay.
“You boys run along home. I’ll be there after I pay. And be careful crossing the road, look both ways.”
“Can I ask you something Max?”
“Sure sweetie, what is it?”
“The girls that you gave haircuts like yours to, why did they do it?”
“Well, you’d have to ask them that hon. What I can tell you is that no one made them do it. They thoroughly enjoyed themselves during the haircut if you know what I mean, and they absolutely love their haircuts. Why do you ask? Are you thinking of joining them? Hop on up in the chair and let’s do it!”
Monica bit her lower lip and looked over at the big barber chair, the same one Jenny and Sarah had sat in for their haircuts. She felt a trickle of her juices running down her inner thigh as she took it all in—the big chrome barber chair with worn red leather, the long lock of blonde hair on the footrest, the cape, the barberette, her sexy haircut, the stirring in her core intensified .
Max took Monica by the hand and walked her over to the barber chair. “All you have to do is sit and you’ll know exactly what they experienced.”
It was a simple decision, sit or don’t sit. Keep her hair or leave here nearly bald. Realize your fantasy or always wonder what if.
Again she looked at the clump of blonde hair, and recalled Sarah’s and Jenny’s reactions while sitting in that chair. Before she realized it her shoe was stepping up onto the footrest. She looked at her long vibrant curly red hair in the mirror. What was she doing? Then she looked at Max, at her haircut. She wanted it. She wanted it now! She sat.
Max whisked the cape over her and cinched it over the paper neck strip then ratcheted the chair higher. This was it. She’d watched her brothers get this haircut, then Jenny and John and Sarah, and even Max. Now it her turn. She was really here, in the chair, caped up, and she knew what came next. She rubbed her mound over her skirt in anticipation.
“Ok darlin’, last chance. Are you sure about this? This is a whole lot of hair to lose.”
Am I sure? I do have a lot of hair to lose. She looked out the front window towards her house, towards her bedroom where she watched this shop and this barber, and where she pleasured herself fantasizing about being in this very chair. Then her thrumming clit reminded her why she was here. Not real convincingly she nodded yes to Max.
That was all Max needed to see. She grabbed the first large lock of hair and -Schnick-
The two foot lock of curly red hair fell into her lap. -Schnick- the next clump fell exposing her right ear. -Schnick, Schnick, Schnick- on she cut around the back and continued on around towards the left ear. -Schnick, Schnick, Schnick-that was the last of her long hair
Every snip, every lock that fell, every stare caused her to rub her clit a little faster. The vibrant red curly hair contrasted sharply with the flat white cape really highlighting her loss. Frank walked by with a customer on this way to the register, “another recruit in Max’s flattop army? What’s this, the sixth one today?” Max chuckled and replied, “play your cards right Frank and you could be number seven.” They both chuckled and Frank shook his head, “Nah, I could never pull that look off like you do Max.”
Monica picked up a lock of her red hair. It was really in her hand rather than on her head. It somehow felt different now than it did this morning when she spent an hour on it getting ready for school. She saved it as a souvenir. She was startled by the sound of the big black clippers next to her right ear. Max tilted her head a little and plowed the clippers up in front of her right ear and climbed higher and higher before finally pulling away. -Bzzzzt-She could feel the bare metal on her scalp. She had no idea her scalp was this sensitive. A little ball of red curly hair joined the two foot long strands in her lap. A soft moan escaped her lips. The next pass cleared all the red hair around her ear as Max folded the ear over to get it all. -Bzzzzt- Another tuft of red curls fell. Another moan.
“Oh darlin’ just you wait till I get to the back”, Max whispered in her newly exposed ear.
-Bzzzzt-The next pass up the nape sent Monica over the edge and she came in the chair. Her pussy clenched around the fingers in her slot as squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, curled her toes, arched her back, and rode the waves. Muffled moans escaped her lips.
“You three girls! I swear that wet spot on my chair is never going to dry”, Max whispered. “I warned you about that nape tingle, didn’t I.” Monica just grinned.
Max continued on around the back and left side buzzing everything off, and leaving just a faint trace of red stubble. The pile of red hair in Monica’s lap was a foot high, the curls clinging tightly to each other making it hard for any locked to escape to the floor. Large piles had built up on her shoulders too. Her head felt so light now. She couldn’t believe the difference.
Max put the big clippers down and returned rubbing some product between her hands. She rubbed it into what little hair was left on top, washed her hands, then used a blow dryer and brush to get the hair to all stand up straight.
This was it. This is why she sat! To experience the reduction of her hair to a precise flat plain. Max fired up the clippers again and placed them dead center on top of her head and pulled straight back. The clippers bared the scalp forming the inside of the horseshoe. It was a crazy sensation to feel clippers traveling on top of her head. Perhaps one day she’d shave her head and feel that all over, but not today. Baby steps.
Max next worked the sides to create uniform vertical walls on both sides, then cleaned up the shape of the horseshoe at the back of the head to again achieve uniformity on both ends of the horseshoe. Finally, the top.
Max looked at Monica from the front and positioned her head perfectly straight. “Try not to move now hon, we don’t want a lopsided flattop.” Monica froze, she was afraid to move a muscle. She even stopped rubbing her clit.
“Good girl”
Max inserted her comb horizontally into Monica’s bangs then -bzzzzt- small red hair clippings fell on the right side of face and down into her lap. -Bzzzzt- she made the next horizontal cut right behind the first. Monica could feel Max’s breath on her head now as Max leaned in closer and closer to cut the top. -Bzzzt, bzzzzt, bzzzzt-more small tufts trickled down as Max worked her way towards the back. The hair further back was getting so short she could feel the comb resting horizontally on her head.
Max then repeated the whole process again-brushing and blow drying, fine tuning the vertical walls on the sides, fading the short hair in back, and taking millimeters off on top to achieve a perfectly level surface. Monica actually caught herself holding her breath still afraid to move. There was a tiny lock of hair on her cheek that itched but she suffered a through it not daring to risk messing up what Max was doing.
Finally, Max put the clippers down and used a little brush on her forehead and face to give her relief.
“Almost done sweetie. I just need to clean up all the stubble my clippers couldn’t get. Monica heard a little whirring sound then felt warm shaving cream on the sides of her head as Max lathered the back, sides, and inside the horseshoe. Another moan, as she resumed tickling her clit. She could feel the cold air from the air conditioning which was making her nipples hard. Another moan.
“Oh, you three, I swear. I’m not sure who is worse”
Customers came and went, but all couldn’t help but stare at the girl in the center barber chair buried in mounds of bright red curly hair, with almost none left on her head. One soldier even got in his car and instead of leaving just sat there and watched the show. Monica felt all the stares and it made her pussy even more aroused, if that was possible.
Max stropped her straight razor on the leather strap attached to the barber chair, then made her first pass through the center of the horseshoe. It made a rasping sound as she carefully shaved the shoe then the back and sides. Feeling Max’s hands on her bare scalp as she continually repositioned her head was so erotic. Another moan. “Oh my God this feels so amazing!” Monica shut her eyes and grinned.
“Doesn’t it though? I’ll go nice and slow so you can enjoy it sweetie.”
Max ran her hands over Monica’s head feeling for any hairs she missed. Another moan. Is this what it will always feel like when she gets to touch it. She may never stop touching her own head it feels so amazing.
Max finally finished, then applied some cold aftershave that stung a little. “This will help prevent in grown hairs. Ok, are you ready to see the new you?” Monica smiled and nodded. Max slowly turned the chair towards the mirror.
“Tada! What do you think?”
Monica got her first look at her new reality. Her head looked so small now without wild red curly hair shooting out in all directions. She went from curly chaos to order. Her flattop was stick straight and perfectly flat, the longest hair was in front and couldn’t be more than an inch long. No more curls, just ultra short straight red hair standing at attention. Being a red head she was fair skinned so the newly bared skin on her head blended seamlessly with the surrounding skin. Like the white cape, her pale skin contrasted sharply against her remaining red hair. She looked down slightly to see the perfectly shaped U on top of her head that stopped just past her ears, so symmetrical, so precise, so flat. Who was this person looking back at her? What had she done? How would she feel about it tomorrow morning? How would others react to it? Would she immediately start growing it out or be a regular in this chair? So many questions yet to be answered.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I-I-I’m not sure yet”
“Well I’ll tell you what I see. You are a beautiful girl that was hiding all her best features behind all that wild red curly hair. You have beautiful hazel eyes and gorgeous lashes that now stand out more, your eyebrows are just perfection, you have an amazing smile that lights up a room, and this haircut puts all of those front and center.”
Monica blushed at Max’s kind words. No one had ever talked to her like that. Being an army brat she was reluctant to make new friends or have close relationships so this was new territory for her. “Thank you Max. That is very sweet of you to say. I love this haircut. You did an amazing job! And sorry about the wet spot on the chair.”
“Don’t worry about it honey. All three of you contributed to it. It’ll dry. I just won’t let Frank see it. It’ll be our little secret. Ok,give me your phone and let’s get some photos of the new you.”
Monica opened the camera app and handed it to Max. Max leaned in close over her should, her chin barely above the mound of red curly hair piled high there, their gray and red horseshoe flattops identical in every way.
“Say cheese”, as Max snapped several photos.
“Ok, now look down a little so I can get the tops of our heads and really show off that U shape”, Monica complied looking at the massive pile of her former hair in her lap as Max snapped several more photos. At this point Frank got up out of his chair and came over. “Let me snap a few of the two of you for out IG and Facebook pages.”
Max rotated her back around towards the front window again then Frank took some shots from a distance showing red curly hair everywhere, and some closer shots of the two of them from different angles. “Ok, now for the last one let’s push all this hair from your shoulders down into your lap and I want you to throw it all up into the air when I say go”
Frank stepped back and instructed Monica to let it fly. A big fluffy cloud of red curly hair filled the air then rained down everywhere as Frank videoed it. A lot landed on her sandals and a small tuft of long locks landed on top of her head. Max was quick to brush it off sending tingles through Monica. She needed to touch it herself. She skipped the bare skin on the sides and went straight for the top. It felt like bristles on a brush, or like petting her cat. Inside the U shape, the bare skin was at least three inches wide and felt so weird, so surreal.
“Ok recruit, I think you’ve had enough for one day”, Max said as she removed the cape and neck strip shaking the cape out and throwing the neck strip on the floor with the masses of cut hair. This got a chuckle from the other barbers and customers.
Monica kicked the red curly hair off her feet and climbed out of the chair. She looked back at Max and at the mirror. She’d done it, she’d really sat in the barber chair and got the same haircut as her brothers, as Max, and as Jenny and Sarah. She didn’t recognize herself now, she looked so different. This was going to take some time to get used to.
She followed Max to the register to pay for the haircuts. “Ok now sweetie, you’ll need a jar of this KrewKomb flattop wax to get it to stand up for you and this little plastic flattop brush fits in your pocket or purse. You’ll need to come back every two weeks or so to keep it looking sharp. Like I told Jenny and Sarah, I close Tuesday nights so it might be best if you came around six so we’ll have the place to ourselves and you can moan as loud as you want”
“Thank you Max, I’ll see you then”
As she walked out the door and back towards her house she couldn’t help but think that tomorrow is sure going to be an interesting day at school when she sees Jenny and Sarah. And Tuesday night two weeks from now had her excited! But for now, her focus was on getting naked in her bedroom and finishing what she started in the barber chair!
