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This is a prequel to the “A Suspenseful Surprise” and “I like it short” stories I wrote a while back. I mentioned in those that Sue had short hair years before when she first met Dan.
Sue looked in the bathroom mirror on a Friday evening as she finished fixing her hair, next to her roommate Jen who was putting on makeup. She lived in the house with 3 other roommates, all going to the same university. Tonight was Jen’s 21st birthday, and being the youngest of the four girls in the house, they were all finally of legal drinking age, and going out on the town to celebrate.
“Where’s Lisa?” Jen asked. “She had a hair appointment.” Sue replied. As if waiting for them to say her name, they heard the front door open and Lisa announced herself. Lisa had just gotten out of a year long relationship and had said tonight was the night she was getting over Tom, her ex. She usually had no problem attracting men with her generous bust and back side, complimented by silky dark brown hair that matched her eyes and came down around her breasts.
Sue came out of the bathroom, took one look at Lisa, and walked straight in to the wall on the other side of the hallway, jaw wide open. “Lisa! Your hair!” Sue gaped. Lisa had gone and gotten what could only be described as a breakup haircut. Nothing hung below her chin. Bangs swept to the side, with the front ending between her lip and chin, the back was stacked up high with the nape buzzed short. Jen remarked from behind Sue, “Holy cow Lisa! You look HOT!”
That night, out at the club, Lisa was getting more attention than ever. Sue looked on, trying not to let it bother her. Sue never had trouble attracting men, being as pretty as she was, but she kept more of a “natural” look. With lighter wash flared jeans, and minimal makeup, she occasionally got the “hippie” comment. Her natural dirty blonde hair flowing down to the bottom of her butt probably had something to do with it, too. All of that stood in contrast to the tiny dresses, minimized tops, tight pants, and heavy makeup on all the other ladies in the club. Sue had had long hair since she could remember, and hadn’t had more than a couple inches trimmed off since before she could remember. Now she found herself twirling it around in her fingers while she watched Lisa run a hand up her cropped neck as she ground against a man on the dance floor. “That haircut has all the guys curious tonight” Jen remarked to Sue, who just let out a sigh and went to the bar for another drink.
Dan walked in to the club with his friends. He was usually more of a laid back dive bar or sitting around the camp fire kind of guy on weekends, but tonight they were celebrating his roommate Bill’s job offer that would start at the end of the spring semester. Dan couldn’t help but notice the busty brunette dancing in the middle of the floor, with a haircut he could only describe as short and sexy. He grabbed a round of beers at the bar and turned around, when he noticed a beautiful girl talking with a friend at the other end of the bar. With her long straight hair and flared jeans, she looked out of place here in the club, but he was mesmerized by how pretty she was. He just wished she would look his way. His attention broke off from her as a friend grabbed one of the bottles from his hands and he turned back to his friends as they toasted to Bill’s new job.
Sue watched as a tall, athletic guy with a short buzzcut, jeans, and a fitted t shirt walked through the door. He looked good. As with so many other men that evening, though, his attention seemed to be purely on Lisa and her short hair as he walked to the other end of the bar. She wanted him to look at her that way, not only because he was hot, but because she was a little jealous of the attention. “I think I’m going to cut all my hair off.” Sue muttered to Jen. Jen didn’t hear her, and said “there’s my friend Bill. I need to go congratulate him.” Sue looked back out at the dance floor as Jen went over and toasted to Bill’s new job with his friends. Jen stayed there and talked while Sue went to the bathroom. Sue pulled her hair in front of her shoulders and let it hang down, passing below her belt and covering the pockets of her jeans. “So plain” she thought to herself. It really was nice hair, though. Dirty blonde, but lightened over the years, it had a natural gradient to lighter blonde as it went down. When she came back out, Bill and the guy with the buzzcut he had come in with were gone. “They were just bar hopping tonight. Bill’s friend said he wants to meet you, though.”
“Bill, when are you getting me the number of that girl from the bar, Jen’s friend.” Dan asked at the gym the next morning. “Yeah that’s Sue. Jen said she’ll ask her if it’s okay first.” Dan couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Sue got a text from Jen. “Ok if I give that guy your number? Bill’s friend from the club last night” Sue replied back “Buzzcut guy? Go ahead. He seemed more interested in Lisa’s short hair, anyway.” Sue looked back up at the mirror as the stylist threw a cape over her shoulders. “Are you ready for the rest?” The stylist said, laying a nearly 3 foot long ponytail on the counter next to a donation bag. Sue nodded, and the stylist grabbed the clippers from their hook and popped on a number two guard. She’d pinned what was left of the top of Sue’s hair up in a bun on top if her head, the remaining hair falling down roughly at her ears and neck where her long ponytail had been cut off. The stylist pushed the clippers in to her hair in front of her ear and worked her way around to the other side of her head, leaving only a quarter inch of dirty blonde fuzz all the way around. She removed the number two guard and replaced it with a number one, fading in the perimeter of her hair, before letting the bun on top down.
“How are we feeling?” The stylist asked. “Great!” Sue said with a smile, the original feeling of minor nausea having turned in to a strange arousal. The stylist wasted no time, combing Sue’s hair down and starting on a blunt line at the eyebrows, which she continued all the way around. After more time layering and shaping than expected, Sue was sporting what looked like a bowl cut from the front, floating above the top of her eyebrows, but it was shorter on the sides, hanging down to end an inch above her ears while hiding another inch of buzzed fuzz behind it. There was a lot more choppy layering than she expected. It was SHORT. She didn’t think there wasn’t a hair on her head longer than two inches. Besides the bangs, most of it looked closer to an inch long. She hadn’t seen the back, though, where the stylist had spent a lot of time with the scissors and comb and even went at with the clippers again a little bit.
The stylist looked proud of her work, and rightly so. “Don’t worry, when it’s styled, it can look completely different, but I think it looks great down like this! You said you trusted me, so I took it shorter than we’d talked about, over the eyebrows because you said you didn’t want it in your eyes when you play sports. I got a carried away with the layering… it’s more of a… pixie than a bowl cut like we talked about, but you did tell me to do whatever I thought was best. The stylist pulled out a small mirror and turned the chair around to show the back of the cut. Sue was in shock. Instead of hair a few inches long hanging over the buzzed hair underneath like on a bowl cut, the crown had been cropped so short to blend in with the #2 buzz that it might as well have been done with the clippers too. Most of the hair behind the top of her crown was a half inch or less. This was a very edgy and very short pixie cut. She could see scalp nearly everywhere but the very top and front.
Sue reached between her legs to make sure the outside of her shorts weren’t wet like her panties were. After paying, she walked out of the salon into the warm spring day, the sun hot on her bare shoulders, neck, and cropped head. She ran her hand up the back of her head and, despite the heat, shivered when she felt the short buzz blended in to the top. Then her phone chimed with the sound of a text message. Sue stopped in her tracks. It was Bill’s friend from the club the night before. That was fast.
Dan couldn’t wait to text Sue. It was barely even noon and he hit send.
Dan: Hey Sue, this is Dan, Bill’s friend. I saw you last night at the club with Jen but didn’t get to talk to you before we left. I’d love to get dinner or meet up some time.
Sue was feeling bold. She decided to just throw caution to the wind and take the lead, feeling empowered by her new look. She waited a few minutes and then texted him back.
Sue: Hello Dan. Pick me up at 8.
Sue looked through her closet for something to wear. It was full of shorts, jeans, knee length or longer skirts and dresses, and plain tops, but she wanted to look edgy to match her new style. She borrowed some clothes and makeup from her roommates and looked in the mirror. She almost didn’t recognize herself, but the face was the same.
Dan pulled up outside Sue’s house at 7:58 and walked to the front door. Before he could knock, the door opened, and a woman stepped out on to the front porch and turned around to close the door. Dan was confused. Who was this girl? She wore tall heels, accentuating strong legs that were almost fully revealed below the littlest black dress he’d ever seen, barely covering her shapely back side. The dress barely had any material in the back, mostly just enough to cover her butt and connect around the neck. The low neck line revealed moderate cleavage. The dirty blonde hair was something else. Buzzed short around the sides and back, it was brushed back on top. Dan looked at the beautiful face, with a little bit of eye makeup on it, and it hit him like a ton of bricks.
“Su…Sue?” Dan stuttered.
“Hi Dan, are you okay?” Sue asked, noticing that he looked a bit unsettled.
“You… you look incredible.” Dan replied. “You look amazing. Everything. And your hair, I love it.”
Sue had been trying to play it cool, but she blushed at the compliment. “Thank you Dan.”
They drove to dinner and everything just clicked. They talked for hours about their interests, families, and values. Walking down the sidewalk later under the moon and street lights, Sue turned to Dan and asked “do you really like my hair, Dan?” He turned to her, pulling her close, and said “I like it short,” before running his hand up the back of her neck and leaning in for a kiss, which she gladly returned.
Two months later
It was a hot day in July when Sue and Dan got back to his apartment. Sue had gone back to have her hair cleaned up the month prior, down to a zero on the sides and back at Dan’s suggestion. This time, her stylist was more relaxed and had taken more freedom with the clippers, shocking Sue a bit when she ran a #2 guard right up over the top of her crown, but the bangs were left almost untouched, coming below her eyebrows. Sue enjoyed the extreme look, but now the hair was hanging in her eyes, and she hated wearing a headband to keep it back. She considered calling the salon to schedule another appointment, and wondered how she’d look with the bangs taken shorter like the rest of the top. Maybe she’d go wild and ask them to do a #4 or even a #2 on the whole top with the sides faded to zero again.
While Sue got a glass of water in the kitchen, Dan went in to the bathroom to freshen up his buzzcut before taking a shower, buzzing off the eigth inch of growth with the 0000 blade clippers and leaving the faintest trace of stubble. Sue stood in the doorway watching. When he finished, instead of placing them on the charger, he turned and reached out as if to hand the clippers to Sue.
“Did you want these?” Dan said, jokingly.
“Thanks, I never thought you’d ask.” Said Sue, as she took them from his hand, flipped the switch, and pushed them through her own hair.
She looked back at Dan through the falling hair, and he was smiling ear to ear.
Fantastic story, thanks