Hair Obsession

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Jared had always had a thing for his girlfriend’s hair. It was long and luscious, with a soft wave that tumbled down her back. He loved the way it smelled, the way it felt under his fingers, the way it looked when it caught the sunlight just so.

He knew it was a little strange, maybe even a little creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes when they were cuddling on the couch, he would run his fingers through her hair and imagine all the different styles he could give her. He knew he could never actually do it, though. She loved her long hair, and the thought of cutting it made him feel sick.

But then one day, he saw a post on Instagram from a local salon. They were offering a “rent-a-chair” special, where you could come in after hours and use one of their stations to do whatever you wanted to your hair. It was a crazy idea, but Jared couldn’t get it out of his head. He kept coming back to the post, staring at the photos of the salon chairs, imagining himself sitting there with his girlfriend in front of him, snipping away at her hair.

At first, he tried to push the idea out of his mind. He knew it was a terrible idea. But the more he thought about it, the more it consumed him. He started to research different haircuts, watching YouTube tutorials and scrolling through Pinterest boards. He started to look at his girlfriend’s hair with a critical eye, analyzing the way it fell and the way it framed her face.

Eventually, he couldn’t resist anymore. He made an appointment for the rent-a-chair special and called his girlfriend, telling her he had a surprise for her. She was hesitant at first, but he was so excited and insistent that she agreed to come along.

When they arrived at the salon, Jared was practically shaking with anticipation. The salon owner greeted them warmly and showed them to their chair, and Jared could feel his heart racing as he helped his girlfriend into the seat. He draped a cape around her shoulders and started to comb her hair out, trying to calm his nerves.

He started with just a little trim, just to get a feel for the scissors. His girlfriend seemed a little nervous, but she trusted him and let him do his thing. He snipped away at the ends, feeling a thrill of excitement every time he heard the blades close. He started to get more and more daring, snipping away more and more hair each time.

His girlfriend started to get worried. “Jared, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling a little.

“I’m just giving you a little trim,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. “Don’t worry, it’ll look great.”

But the more he cut, the more he realized that he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep going, to see how short he could make her hair without her getting upset. He started to shape her hair into a bob, cutting away more and more of the length until it just grazed her shoulders.

At first, his girlfriend seemed happy with the new style. She ran her fingers through it and smiled, telling him it looked cute. But as he continued to cut, her smile started to fade. He didn’t notice at first, too caught up in his own excitement, but then she spoke up.

“Jared, I think that’s enough,” she said, her voice quiet and hesitant.

But he couldn’t stop. He was in too deep, too lost in his own fantasy. He kept cutting, shaping her hair into a shorter and shorter style. He cut off the sides and the back, making it into a sleek, modern pixie cut. When he finally put the scissors down, his girlfriend was in tears. She had wanted to leave hours ago, but Jared was so focused on cutting her hair that he didn’t notice how upset she was.

He felt sick to his stomach when he saw how upset she was. He had let his fetish get the best of him, and now he had hurt the person he loved most in the world. He tried to apologize, but his words came out jumbled and incoherent. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done.

In the days that followed, Jared’s girlfriend refused to speak to him. She didn’t answer his calls or texts, and when he showed up at her apartment, she wouldn’t let him in. He knew he had messed up, but he didn’t know how to make it right.

It wasn’t until he found himself in therapy that he started to understand the root of his fetish. He had always been a little obsessed with control, and his girlfriend’s hair had become a symbol of that control. By cutting it, he felt like he was exerting power over her. But he had taken it too far, and now he had to live with the consequences.

It took months of hard work, but eventually, Jared was able to earn back his girlfriend’s trust. He apologized profusely and promised to never let his fetish get in the way of their relationship again. He knew it was going to be a long road to recovery, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

In the end, his girlfriend forgave him. She still loved him, even if she was a little wary of his obsession with her hair. They worked through their issues together, learning how to communicate and support each other in healthier ways. And while Jared still loved his girlfriend’s hair, he knew that he could never let his fetish control him again.

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