Hair Modeling

Hi, this is my first story here, so any feedback will be welcome. Also english it’s not my first language, so if there’s any mistakes, sorry in advance. Enjoy.

 

 

So there I was, looking for modeling jobs that paid well and were available right away. I needed money to pay the rent, and over the past few months I’d had a really hard time saving enough to cover the rent, food, bills, and other basic expenses.

I’m a 23-year-old girl, I’m slim, at 5’6″ feet tall, not too tall but above average, I have medium-sized rounded breasts, perfectly shaped eyebrows, light brown medium sized eyes and long straight silky brown hair, you could say I was a perfect girl for modeling jobs.

Modeling has been my dream job since I was little, and I fought really hard to achieve this. I started when I was 18, and for the first two years, my modeling agency helped me land several well-paying modeling jobs. They were mainly photo shoots for clothing brands, some for makeup, and the last ones I did were for lingerie, but in the last three months I could not find anything well paid or anything suitable for the agency I was working for.

And to make matters worse, I got a call from my agency last month, and it wasn’t good news for me, they fired me.

So here I am, looking for something—anything that pays well—until I stumbled upon a website I normally wouldn’t even have noticed.

• What is this page? Extreme modeling? Let’s see what is this about.

The page was, to say the least, very confusing, all it contained was a brief description that read:

“We’re looking for women willing to participate in extreme modeling sessions to show the world that beauty is subjective. If you’re interested, please contact us and we’ll provide you with more details’’.

• Well, let’s see what they say, I need to make some money.

 

 

 

So I picked up the phone and dialed the number… first ring… second ring… third ring…

• Come on, pick up the phone, please…

• Hello, I’m Matt, who I’m I speaking to?

 

 

• Yes, hi, I’m Claire – I was getting nervous – I saw the “Extreme Modeling” website and called to find out more. I need to make some quick cash.

 

•  Ah, I see, Claire, thanks for calling, – he said – Well, as you can probably tell from the website’s name, the kind of modeling I do isn’t something you see every day, and very few people are willing to do it. I need you to know that before I go into the details.”

 

• Yeah, I kind of figured it wasn’t your typical modeling job, but I’ve done some modeling before, so I have some experience in that area.

 

• Okay, I’ll fill you in on the details, but first I need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay with you? – Matt said.

 

• Yeah, tell me what you need to know.

• First of all, are you of legal age?

• Yes, of course I am, I’m 23.

• Are you very concerned about your physical appearance?

 

• • Well I guess I am, I’m a model after all – What a strange question I thought.

• Okay I’ll tell you the details and then you can decide. I do extreme makeovers to express that physical beauty is not the most important thing, so we’re looking for, so to speak, girls with a natural look.

 

 

• What do you mean ‘extreme makeovers’ and ‘natural look’? – What am I getting into?

 

• Well, tell me, how long is your hair? And what color is it?

 

• I have straight brown hair that reaches halfway down my back – So it was about changing my hairstyle?

 

• Perfect – he said – The job is pretty easy if you’re willing to do it, all you have to do is sit there while we cut all your hair off, but there are other things we need from you, and this is the part where a lot of models back out.

 

• What? Are you for real? Cut all of my hair, like shaved?

 

• Yes, I told you it was an extreme makeover – he said laughing – the other part is we need you to do it while being full naked, and the other petition is we need you to stop shaving your armpits, legs and pubes, this is the part most models reject to do and I’ll understand if you are not interested, this is the part of natural girl I told you before.

 

• Are you being serious? Now I see why there is no info on the web – Was I even considering this? –

 

• Yes that’s why, but the pay is very good.

 

• How much do you offer? – I was considering it, yes –

 

• Well, our fee depends on how long is the model’s hair, so I can offer you 5000$

 

• • So 5000$ if I let you shave all my body, from head to toe? – Fuck, I need the money- 

• Yes, so, are you willing to do it? You don’t need to give me an answer right now, think about it and call me back to this number when you have an answer.

• Okay, let me think about it, I’ll call you tomorrow.

 

 

• Perfect, I expect your call tomorrow Claire, goodbye.

 

• Goodbye, yeah. – And then I hung down the phone –

What the fuck was this modeling job men. They want to shave my head and my body to prove physical beauty is not all. I was not expecting that.

That same day at night I was laying at my bed unable to sleep thinking about the proposal. They really asked me to shave my hair, and the worst part is that I was considering the idea, I needed the money real bad.

Who would have thought I’d even consider cutting my hair—my beautiful hair, my beloved hair, the hair that’s been with me since I started modeling, that I’ve taken such good care of, and that I absolutely love .

As for not shaving, I wasn’t too keen on that idea either, I’ve always shaved my body, I didn’t like body hair of any type, but despite all of that, I was really considering the idea, I couldn’t even believe myself.

So after some long hours I fell asleep.

I woke up the next day having slept very little, thinking about the offer, so I went to the kitchen and made some coffee to wake myself up a bit and grab a bite to eat while I was at it.

• I have to call Matt today, but I’m not sure I want to. Maybe I should look for something else, there has to be some other modeling job out there for me that doesn’t force me to humiliate myself like this.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

• I’m coming

I opened the door, and… it was the mail man.

• Hello ma’am, there’s your correspondence.

Ma’am? I’m only 23 years old for god sake.

 

 

• Thank you sir, bye.

 

 

Then I closed the door and started checking the mail I received. There were advertising letters, and what I feared most, the bills and the rent for the apartment.

 

 

I started reading to see how much I had to pay… 3700$ in overdue rent and there was also a short note from the landlord.

 

 

“I’m sorry, Claire, but I need you to pay at least half of this month’s overdue rent and the rest next month, otherwise, you’ll have to move out. I’m sorry.”

 

 

• Oh, fuck me, really? This is fucking amazing. I need to start looking for a modeling job ASAP.

 

 

So I turned on the computer and started to do the same thing I did yesterday, looking for any modeling job, anything would be better than the other one, I just needed to find something.

 

 

After four long hours, I was exhausted; I hadn’t found anything, and none of the available jobs matched my qualifications, so I knew what was about to happen. I was about to accept the modeling job Matt was offering me, and to be honest, I wasn’t too keen on the idea.

 

 

I stared at my phone for about five minutes, without moving a muscle, but finally I picked it up and dialed Matt’s number.

 

 

• Come on, answer the phone… – I was starting to getting nervous

 

 

• Hello I’m Matt, who am I speaking to?

 

 

• Hi, Matt, it’s Claire. I’ve been thinking about the modeling job you offered me yesterday, and I think I’m going to take it.

• Oh, hello Claire, I’m glad you’ve finally made up your mind. I was hoping you’d accept, trust me, you’ll never forget a modeling opportunity like this, you’re going to look stunning once we’re done.

 

 

• Yeah well, I was thinking if you could change some details about the job if it’s okay with you. – I needed to try to change the head shaving thing.

 

 

• Of course, tell me Claire what you wanna change? – Matt said hesitantly.

 

 

• Well, I was wondering if you could change the shaving my head thing, and instead cut my hair into a bob or even a pixie cut?

 

 

• Oh, I see. I’m afraid I can’t do that, Claire. My clients want to see radical changes, so if you take the job, you’ll have to shave off all your hair, I mean shiny bald. 

 

• ‘Clients’? What do you mean by ‘clients’? Are there people who pay to watch a girl like me get shaved? Is this some kind of porn? Are you suggesting I do porn for a bunch of fetishist geeks on the internet?” – Was this even a real thing?

 

 

• I totally understand your position Claire, but no, you will not do porn of any kind, there will be no sex involved or anything like that, and I need to make some money from this as you can imagine. The only thing you have to do is stand there while I change your ‘’style’’, and remember I’ll pay you a LOT of money, and you need it. So tell me Claire, do you accept the modeling job?

 

 

Damn, he was right—I really needed the money right away, especially after the letter the landlord sent me today.

 

 

• Fuck, well, I guess I take the job then. – I could even believe what I have just said.

 

 

• I’m glad you took the offer Claire, I’m gonna send you via email the contract with the details, I need you to sign it and send it back to me.

 

 

• Okay, send it over and I’ll sign it. – Oh my gosh, it’s really going to happen.

 

 

 

 

• That’s it, Claire: check your email, sign it, and we can get your adventure started. And remember: no shaving, no eyebrow grooming, and no haircuts, I need you to look natural, remember? Come to think of it, since you shave, you’ll have to let your body hair grow out, so we’ll schedule the session in about two months to give it time to grow a little, at least enough for you and my clients to notice the difference once you’ve shaved. I’ll give you half the money in advance so you can pay for the things you need to, and I’ll give you the other half once we are done. Bye Claire, see you in two months.

 

 

• Bye Matt, I’ll send you the contract in a minute.

 

 

And with that, our conversation ended. I went to my bedroom and started the computer.

 

 

• Okay, let’s check the e-mail.

 

 

And there it was, the e-mail with the contract with all the details about the modeling job, the location of the studio and the other details: no haircut, grooming or shaving any part of my body until the day of the photo shoot.

I stared at the email for about ten minutes, my mind going blank, not thinking about anything. And then, finally, I did it, I signed the contract and sent it to Matt’s email address.

And with that, my journey was about to begin—the journey that led me, a beautiful 23-year-old professional model, to go completely hairless from head to toe. But first, I had to take the first step: stop shaving my armpits, legs, and pubic hair. It was going to be difficult, especially with my armpits and legs, since I didn’t like body hair, especially on a girl.

An hour later, I received an email from Matt: “Hi, Claire: I’ve received the signed contract, so here’s the first payment. I hope this helps. See you in two months.”

 

 

 

 

-TWO WEEKS LATER-

The first few weeks were tough. I was starting to grow body hair, and I didn’t like it at all, some stubble was starting to grow on my armpits, and it was a bit prickly, and of course the leg hair didn’t make it better. Every time I had to leave my apartment, I could only do so in long pants and T-shirts; I didn’t feel comfortable at all, thinking that people might see my body hair and stare at me.

 

 

• I have to get used to it; there are still six weeks left. Otherwise I’ll go crazy over my body hair.

Another week has gone by, and even though I’m starting to get used to it a little, I still don’t like it at all. My body hair was more noticeable, so I had to be more careful about what I wore on the street.

The next day, my friend Sarah sent me a message; she wanted to meet up with me after work since we didn’t see each other very often.

• Maybe I should call her,” – I said as I dialed the number – Sarah? How are you? Hey, can you come over to my place this afternoon?” 

 

• -Sure, babe, see you this afternoon, bye bye.

 

 

Was I going to tell one of my best friends that I was about to be completely shaved? Maybe, I don’t know. We’ll see.

Later that same day, I was doing the laundry and tidying up the apartment a bit when the doorbell rang.

 

• Must be Sarah – I went to the door and open it – Hi Sarah, I missed you so much – I said while I hug her –

 

 

• Hi Claire, how are you doing? Long time no see.

 

 

• Please come in – Then I closed the door – Have a seat. Do you want something to drink?

 

 

• Oh, thanks, Claire, a glass of water will do just fine.

 

 

The kitchen in my apartment was right next to the living room, so the sofa was next to the fridge, the very one Sarah was sitting on. So, as soon as I raised my arm to grab a glass, she saw it…

 

 

• What’s that, Claire? Is that armpit hair? – Sarah said.-
  
   

Damn it, I was wearing a tank top, I hadn’t even noticed, since I thought I was in a safe place.

 

 

• Yeah, well, it’s a little complicated. Let me explain it to you.

 

 

And then with that I told her everything, with all the details.

 

 

• Are you serious, Claire? Are you kidding me? You know you could have just asked me for the money, and I would have lent it to you without any problem.

 

 

• I know, Sarah, but I’d never thought about it before, and I don’t want to owe you money—especially if I can’t pay it back. – I meant what I said, I’ve never liked owing anyone money. –

 

 

• So you’re just going to let some random guy cut all your hair off? And they’re asking you to let your body hair grow out? What the hell is this modeling job offer, Claire? Are you sure about this? — Sarah said in a louder tone. –

 

• Well, I’ve already signed the contract, he’s paid me half up front, and I’ve already spent almost all of it, so yeah, it’s going to happen, whether I like it or not.

 

 

• I don’t know what to think, Claire. I think you’re going to regret this decision, but if you want to go ahead with it, it’s up to you.

 

 

We kept talking about other things all night long, until he had to go home.

 

 

• Well, Claire, I think it’s time for me to go; I’m flying across the country tomorrow for work, you know, and I won’t be back until next month. So the next time I see you, I guess you know… you’ll be bald. 
• Yeah, don’t remind me of that right now. —Then I hugged her, and she left. –

 

 

– SIX WEEKS LATER –

Tomorrow was the day, the big day, the day I’d let a guy shave my whole body while he took pictures of me. I was starting to get really nervous. On the one hand, it was a relief, because body hair was a nightmare, but on the other hand, my long, silky hair was going to be completely shaved off, and that was what scared me the most, aside from being naked, of course.

I couldn’t sleep, my stomach was starting to ache from nerves, in less than a day, I’d be completely bald. It’s not something that crosses a girl’s mind every day, knowing they’re going to shave her head like that, without mercy.

 

 

It was six in the morning and I was already awake. I’d managed to get five hours of sleep, but I wanted to take a shower and eat something before heading to my modeling job.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower, got undressed, and started showering. I never thought I’d use soap to wash my armpits and hairy legs, and my pubic hair was out of control, too. The last thing I did was wash my hair with lavender shampoo, it would be quite a while before I could do that again. Once I was done, I stepped out of the shower and started drying myself with a towel. And there I was, almost naked, wearing only my panties, standing in front of the bathroom mirror admiring myself, watching as the armpit hair stuck out a little from my arms and the pubic hair also peeked out from the side of the white panties I was wearing; it was a very strange image of myself.

When I finished drying my hair, I grabbed a brush and started combing it. Then I picked up the flat iron and ran it through my hair over and over again, leaving it soft and very shiny, but then, before I could even finish, I started crying, crying a lot. I was going to miss my hair, and I wanted it to be the most beautiful it had ever been in my whole life. Then I set the flat iron down on the sink and started admiring my hair. It was long, shiny, and silky to the touch. The last thing I did was put on some deodorant. I didn’t like my armpit hair, but at least it smelled good.

Then I went to the bedroom and put on some clothes, a white bra, a pair of long jeans, a short-sleeved T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers.

 

• Damn, it’s getting late. I need to grab a quick bite to eat and call a taxi to come pick me up.

The photo shoot was at a studio downtown, so I grabbed a quick bite to eat and called a taxi to pick me up. The moment of truth was approaching, and once again I felt a little dizzy, knowing that as soon as I walked through that door, I’d be coming home completely bald. Just then, I got a message from the taxi company: “Your taxi is waiting for you.”

 

• Okay, Claire, let’s do this. – I told my self –

So I left my apartment, knowing what fate awaited me.

The trip to the studio seemed shorter than I expected—or at least that’s how it felt—because deep down I knew I didn’t want this to happen, but I had to do it; I needed the money, and this would ease some of the financial pressure I was feeling in my life.

And there I was, standing in front of the studio door, imagining that Matt was already there getting everything ready, and I wasn’t wrong. I knocked on the door, waiting for him to open it. Suddenly, the door swung open…

• Hi, Claire, nice to meet you. Wow, look at you, you’re a real beauty; I never would have imagined you like this. Well, I guess, after all, you are a model, you weren’t lying.

• Hello Matt, yeah, you could say I’m a pretty girl, at least for now…

I didn’t know what Matt looked like either; he was handsome, about 6 feet tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, and an athletic build.

 

• Come on in, Claire. Everything’s ready for your big transformation, so we can get started whenever you’re ready… – He was determined to do it right away. –

At that point, there was no turning back; I was already there, inside the studio. I was going to walk out of that room with no hair. The studio was a small room, just big enough to fit the cameras, with a large gray backdrop and a stool in the middle of it. There was also something else that caught my eye: a table covered with a pile, and I mean a huge pile, of hair-cutting tools.

 

• Well, before we get started, I need to do a quick interview with you and take some photos so we can post them on the website—that way, people will know what the model looked like before the transformation. Are you ready?

 

• I guess so – I wasn’t –

 

• Great, now sit down on the stool and I’ll record the interview. I need you to introduce yourself, tell the camera your name and age, and say this exactly: “I’m here to show that beauty comes in many different forms.” Got it?

• Yeah, got it – I said –

 

 

• Okay then, three, two, one, rolling…

• Hello, my name is Claire, I’m 23 years old and I’m here to prove that beauty comes in many different forms.

Then he started to ask me some questions

• Tell me, Claire, how are you feeling? Are you nervous, excited, maybe both…?

 

• Well, yeah, I’m really nervous.

 

• Do you know what’s going to happen today?

 

• Yes, you’re going to shave me until I’m completely hairless, from head to toe. In a few minutes, I won’t have a single hair left on my head or body. – I can’t believe I said that –

 

• I see your hair is really long, and it’s so straight and shiny; it almost seems a shame to cut it all off, but trust me, you’ll look gorgeous without it, too. Is this the longest it’s ever been?

• Yes, this is the longest my hair has ever been.

• Great, shall we get started on your big makeover then?

Then he stopped recording and set the camera aside.

 

• Now, Claire, I need you to take off all your clothes so we can take the ‘before’ photos. There’s a small room behind the curtain if you want some privacy.

 

• Yeah, well, you’re going to see me naked anyway…—This was really happening—

 

I went into the room and started undressing, leaving my clothes on a chair inside. Then I came out.

• Well, Claire, I see you’ve done your part, that bush is a mess, and those legs… I never thought you’d be so hairy.

 

• Can we get started, please? —I needed this to be over quickly—

 

• Okay. I want you to sit on the stool and start striking some poses for me; I need to see everything you have to offer, and don’t forget to raise your arms, I need to see you from every angle.

Then he started taking nude photos of me, while I struck the specific poses he told me to, making sure to capture every last detail of my body.

• We’re done with the prep work; now let’s get to the real transformation.

 

• What are all those hair styling tools for? There are so many of them -I asked him.-

 

• Well, every client is unique, and every hair type deserves the perfect tool for the transformation, at least the one I think will look best and that my clients will like the most.

 

• Yeah, the customers… and why is that thing so big?

 

• Oh, those clippers are designed for shearing sheeps and the other ones are meant for horses, but don’t worry, the regular clippers will be plenty to shave your head. Those are for models with really long, thick hair; they shave it all off in a second, and I have to say, they’re a lot of fun to use. 

No doubt this guy gets a kick out of humiliating poor girls by shaving off all their hair and stripping them of their beauty.

• Okay, Claire, I need you to grab the small trimmer, sit on the stool, and start shaving your legs while I take pictures and record the process, okay?

• I thought you were going to do all the work.

• Well, there’s been a slight change of plans: you take care of the body hair, and I’ll do the rest. Now, please, get started.

I did as he said, sat down, picked up the small trimmer that was on the table, turned it on making a high-pitched noise, and started shaving my left leg first. With every stroke, I watched as a bunch of little hairs fell to the floor, leaving a white strip on my leg. Meanwhile, I could hear Matt doing his thing with the photos.

Once I had shaved both legs, I turned off the small razor.

• Perfect, Claire, now for the next step. I need you to shave your pubic hair, so sit in front of the camera, spread your legs a little, and start shaving all that pubic hair.

I turned the small trimmer back on and started shaving all my pubic hair, but this time the trimmer kept getting a little clogged because I had so much hair down there. Stroke after stroke, I watched as a bunch of long pubic hair fell to the floor, exposing my crotch and my labia to both me and the camera.

Once I was done, I turned off the small trimmer and looked at the mess on the floor, all my pubic hair mixed in with the fine hair from my legs.

• All right, Claire, you’re doing great; this is top notch. Now for the last part, it’ll be quick: shave your armpits.

 

And for the last time, I turned on the small trimmer, raised my left arm first, and with a couple of swipes, all the hair on my left armpit was gone, falling onto my leg. I repeated the process on the other arm, raised it, and shaved it in a flash, then I turned the trimmer off again and set it down on the table.

• Okay, this is where I come in, Claire. You’re all set, now just relax and enjoy yourself while I shave the rest of your hair, but first I have to brush it, we don’t want any knots to form, and I need to make sure the clipper glides through your silky hair without any resistance.

There I was, sitting on the stool in silence, while Matt brushed my hair over and over again, making sure it was perfectly combed.

• Okay, Claire, you’re all set, but first I’ll let you decide: the cordless clippers or the corded one?

 

• Is there a difference? –I asked seriously-

 

• Well, yeah, the corded ones make a deeper, louder noise and weigh more, but they also cut better.

 

• The cordless ones, then. Are you going to trim it first? And can you put something over me, like a cape or something? I don’t want to get covered in hair.

 

• No, Claire, I’m sorry, I need you to feel me shaving your hair, to feel the hairs brushing against your skin as they fall, creating a slight tickling sensation, and to watch them fall lifelessly onto your lap and then onto the floor.

 

I was about to cry, seriously. This guy was out of his mind.

• Well, let me explain it to you: I’m going to start at the back of your head, so I need you to pull your hair back and tilt your head slightly forward. Then I’ll place the clippers at the base of your neck, you’ll let your hair fall over them, and I’ll start shaving right down the center of the back of your head. Do you understand?

 

• Can I cry?

 

• Well, I’d prefer if you didn’t, but yes, you can. 

Once he finished explaining the process, he went over to the camera and hit record. He walked over to the table with all the supplies and picked up the cordless clippers. They were black, including the blades, and he didn’t put any attachment to them so he was shaving me down to a 0000#. He came back over to me and stood behind me.

• Okay, Claire, tilt your head down a little, please.

 

I did as he asked and brushed my hair aside until I felt the cold blades against the back of my neck.

 

 

 

*CLICK

And then nothing happened. Was that a sign that I shouldn’t do it?

 

• Damn it, I’m sorry, I thought the battery was charged. – He said in a surprised tone-

 

• Well, I guess that’s a sign, isn’t it? So you’ll let me keep my hair –I was desperate –

 

• I’m afraid not, Claire. The fate of your hair isn’t in your hands. You’ll get off this stool with a shaved head. I’m sorry. And to make matters worse, I’ll have to use the corded clippers, the cut will be a bit more aggressive. Your hair won’t stand a chance against those Wahl clippers.

 

He then walked over to the table and picked up the corded clipper. It was bigger than the other one, but this one was a dark green, almost black, though this time the blades were chrome-plated and again no attachment. Then he plugged the clippers into an outlet next to the table.

*CLICK

Then, a buzzing sound filled the room. He turned off the clippers. He was right, the noise was low and harsh, and that thing would be against my scalp in a heartbeat

• All right, Claire, these don’t need batteries, so now, please, tilt your head down and pull your hair back.

I did as he said, lifted my hair, and he placed the clippers at the base of my neck, then I let my hair fall over the clippers.

 

 

*CLICK

The moment had come, I could feel the vibration of the blades against the back of my neck and the fingers of his other hand on my head, preventing me from lifting it.

 

Then, the sound changed the moment the clippers touched my hair, the hum grew deeper as he slid them through my hair. He was moving slowly, but they were cutting through my hair as if it were nothing. I could feel the clippers moving upward along the back of my head until they reached the crown, at that moment, the sound returned to normal, and I felt my hair falling down my back, brushing against my skin, and dropping to the floor as if it were nothing.


He repeated the process over and over, going over the back of my head several times. I could feel my head getting lighter. I tried really hard not to cry as I watched more hair fall onto my right shoulder and then onto the floor or into my lap while he shaved the right side of my head. I could hear the clippers buzzing next to my ear. At that moment, I almost burst into tears because the sound was so high-pitched, and I could hear in great detail how the clippers were shaving off my long, silky hair, as if it were nothing. Once he finished the right side, he started the same process but this time on the left side, never turning off the clippers.

My lap was full of my own hair, and the worst part was that I couldn’t move because his hand was still on my head. So there I was, forced to look at all the hair that just moments ago had been on my head, now there on my lap, cut off, dead.

 

• All right, Claire, now I’m going to shave the top of your head. Keep your head down, I’ll shave from back to front, so the hair falls into your lap.

 

And just as he said, he placed the clippers on the crown of my head and began the first pass, right down the center of my head. I could see strands of hair falling into my lap, and I felt some tiny hairs sticking to my face and lips, they itched a little.

He kept going until there wasn’t a single hair left on my head, nothing. There I was, sitting on a stool, naked, bald. Almost all my hair was on the floor around me, and what wasn’t on the floor was on my lap.

Then he turned off the clippers and set them down on the table.

 

• Don’t move now, I’m going to take some pictures of you with all that hair around you and on your lap, and then we can continue.

 

• What do you mean by “continue’’? I’m already bald.

 

• Well, not bald, but shaved down to a 0000#.

 

• So what now? -I asked, wanting this to be over already- 

He started taking pictures of me while I was still sitting on the stool, surrounded by hair

• Now – he began – I’m going to finish shaving with the electric razor and go over it a few times until your head is almost smooth, and then I’ll shave you with a straight razor.

He then walked over to the table and picked up a small square device that had two rollers on one end.

 

• Sit up straight now, Claire, and don’t be scared by the noise the electric razor makes. It might be a little annoying, but you’ll be fine

 

He turned on the electric razor, and a very high-pitched noise filled the room. Then he began making small, repeated passes all over my head. The sensation was totally strange, as if that thing were pulling out the little hair I had left on my head. 

Once he’d shaved it all off again, he turned off the electric razor and set it on the table.

 

• Wait, let me grab the feather duster and clean you up a bit, those little hairs might bother you and itch a little.

 

He began to brush every part of my head and face, and finally swept the hair from my lap onto the floor, but then he stared at me for a moment.

 

• Damn it, I almost forgot.

 

• Forgot what? —I was really confused—

 

• Your eyebrows, they were in the contract too. I’m going to shave them off right now, just wait a second.

 

• No, please, wait, don’t shave my eyebrows too! I’ll look like a freak, even more so than I already do.

 

• I’m sorry, Claire, – He said as he picked up the small razor– You signed the contract, but trust me, you’re a real beauty, even without hair or eyebrows.

There was nothing I could do or say to make him change his mind.

• Are you going to shave them with the same thing I used to shave my pubic hair? Are you serious? At least clean them.

• Well, you’re right, there is some pubic hair here between the blades, but it’s yours, and after all, it’s just hair.

 

*CLICK

Once again, the sound of the small trimmer filled the room.

This time, Matt was standing in front of me, he placed his left hand on my chin and lifted my head slightly so he could get a good look at my face.

As the little trimmer came closer, I could see the blades oscillating very quickly. Those blades were going to shave off my thick, perfectly shaped eyebrows in a single stroke.

• I need you to close your eyes, we don’t want those little hairs to get in your beautiful eyes.

 

So I closed my eyes. Now I could only hear him bringing the little trimmers close to my right eyebrow. Then I felt him pressing the razor against the start of my eyebrow, and in a single stroke, my eyebrow was gone. I could feel little hairs falling onto my nose and cheeks. He did the same to my left eyebrow, and again, little hairs fell across my face.

 

• All done. Now for the last step – He said as he picked up the shaving cream – Wait, let me wipe those little hairs off. 

He wiped away all the eyebrow hairs that were scattered across my face.

Then he placed a white towel on my left shoulder and began spreading the shaving cream all over my head and where my eyebrows used to be.

 

• Okay, the last part, you need to stay very still, I don’t want to cut you.

 

• Yeah, go ahead, finish it.

 

He picked up a razor from the table and held it to my forehead.

 

• First stroke Claire. – He said as he began to shave my head.-

 

For the next ten minutes, all I could hear was the razor scraping against my scalp, over and over, until the blade slid across my head, signaling that there was nothing left to shave. He repeated this process all over my head. Now I was really bald, completely bald, like a cue ball. Once he was done with my head, he started shaving the little hair I had left on my eyebrows.

 

• And that ‘s it. Now for real. There you go, hairless from head to toe. Now I need you to stand up and step on your hair, and I’ll start taking the photos while you’re there. You know, strike different poses so we can see your whole body in all its glory.

 

 

He started taking some photos while I posed, trampling on my own hair with my bare feet. It was a very strange situation, trampling on the strands of my long, silky hair cutted with clippers that lay scattered across the floor in complete disarray, as if I’d never cared about them. I could barely feel the softness of my hair against my feet.

 

• One last thing Claire, I need you to take this clear plastic bag and put all your hair inside while I take some photos and record a video.

 

• What? What are you going to do with my hair? – I asked, very confused.-

 

• Well, I usually sell the models’ hair online, and believe me, my clients are going to love yours, someone will probably buy it right away.

 

I had never thought about how humiliating it must be for a girl to pick up all her cut hair, which had been mercilessly shaved off from the floor and start putting it into a clear plastic bag so a stranger could buy it, but even so, I picked up the clear plastic bag and began gathering long strands of my hair from the floor and putting them in the bag. Now I could feel the softness of my hair in my hands again, but this time it wasn’t attached to my head. I kept picking up long strands of my hair and putting them in the bag until all the long strands were inside. The only things left on the floor were a few strands of hair and little hairs from my legs, armpits, and pubis.

 

• We’re done, Claire. You were amazing. You can get dressed again, when you’re finished I’ll pay you the rest of the money.

 

Then I went into the small back room and started getting dressed. At least this nightmare was over. Now all that was left was to take the damn money and never see this guy again.

Once I was fully dressed, I walked over to where Matt was standing.

 

• Here you go, Claire, the other half, $2,500. And take this, too. It’s a code so you can log in to the website and watch the videos and your big transformation, you know, while I was shaving your head.

 

• Fuck you, Matt -I said, grabbing the money and the code and leaving the studio.-

 

The walk home wasn’t very pleasant, everyone I passed on the street kept staring at me. I can’t blame them, it’s not every day you see a young, bald girl with no eyebrows. So I hurried and called a taxi.

I was finally back in my apartment, and the first thing I did probably wasn’t the best idea, but I ran to the bathroom; I needed to see my new look to accept myself, because this is how I’m going to look for a long time, at least until my hair grows back.

 

And there I was, staring at my new reflection. I didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. A bald girl with no eyebrows. This look made my light brown eyes stand out, but then I started crying like I’d never cried in my life.

After a couple of hours of crying and sobbing, I was calmer. But there was one thing that intrigued me: the website.

 

 

So I turned on the computer, opened my browser, and searched for the website. Once I was on the site, I entered the code Matt had given me, and then… there it was, the thumbnail of my video, featuring a naked photo of me before the shave, showing my hairy armpits and pubic hair, with all my beautiful hair still on my head.

At the top of the website was a section that said “Buy Hair”; I clicked on it, and there it was—an online auction, with people trying to buy my hair.

 

• Oh my God – I couldn’t believe my eyes- They’re bidding on my hair. – The bid was at $1,200 at that moment-

 

 

So I closed the website and turned off the computer. I couldn’t stand seeing all my hair there, photographed in perfect condition, tied back in a ponytail with the top cut straight across by the clippers and displayed from the floor, offering itself for sale to some stranger as if it were an item on Amazon.

So, with that, I hoped never to hear from that website or Matt again; I already had what I needed, and now I had to look for a real modeling job or something else.