How Short?

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How short?

By JimB ©opyright August 2018

 

About five years ago I had my hair cut in a short bowl cut and was due for a trim, badly.

I had gotten lazy again and had gone without getting it trimmed for about two months now. I loved the haircut and how it looked on me.

But, I kept on finding an excuse not to make an appointment for a trim.

That morning I got a call from my sister letting me know the guy she had been trying for months to set me up with, was wanting to meet me.

And, she had made reservations for dinner on Friday for her and her husband and us.

It was already Thursday afternoon when she informed me of this and I was so furious at her.

But, I was really excited about meeting this guy.

I called my stylist, Jan, to make an appointment to get my hair trimmed as soon as I hung up with my sister Susan.

Jan was out due to her mother being sick and wouldn’t be in until sometime the next week. I asked if they had another appointment available with someone else.

They had everything booked and no appointments available due to the local high school prom for Friday night.

I called several other salons to see if they had any appointments available and they were all booked as well.

I was getting very frustrated and my hair was looking worse than ever before, with me now so stressed. I found no one with an appointment available in town.

After giving up on the idea of getting my hair trimmed up, I went about my business as usual and decided to just spend more time making my self look the best as possible. Friday came and I got off after a half a day.

On the way home I stopped at the local store to pick up some odds and ends I needed at home.

While driving through the parking lot of a strip mall, adjacent to the department store, I noticed Bob’s Barbershop.

Not thinking about it, I looked up and saw a woman coming out of the barbershop with a new bowl haircut.

My curiosity was rising as I looked at myself in the rear view mirror.

My auburn hair was hanging over the top of my ears, curling up in the back around the collar, with my bangs hanging in my eyes. As I was looking at myself in the rear view mirror, the woman from the barbershop was getting into her car.

Her hair, looked so cute, nice, and neat compared to mine.

I parked my car and went on into the department store and shopped for the toiletries needed for home.

While walking around I saw another woman with a bowl cut and she had hers nice and neat.

When I went to check out, the cashier, a young girl about fifteen, had a nice bowl cut.

I reached up and ran my hand from the crown of my head down over the back of my neck and straightened my curls down near my collar.

As I was walking out of the department store I looked at another cashier and she too had her hair cut in a bowl cut like mine. She was either growing it out or was as lazy as I am and badly in need of a trim.

After seeing her, how shaggy her’s looked, knowing mine was every bit as shaggy as hers. I had to get my hair cut. I put my bags in the trunk of the car and decided to walk by the barbershop, just to see if they in fact they cut women’s hair.

As I approached the barbershop another woman walked out, this one wearing a short bob that looked great. I looked in and saw a woman sitting in a waiting chairs.

I stepped back a little and looked at the sign on the door, it said “Haircuts for the whole family”.

Well, after seeing her in there I went ahead and walked in.

When I walked in the two male barbers both looked up form their work and greeted me with a smile and a “hello”.

I took a seat on one of the waiting chair and picked up a magazine. I opened a magazine. It was six years old.

I laid it back down on the chair next to me and watch the barbers work.

I was in a strange place and it was definitely different from the salon I am used too.

I looked around the barbershop.

It was not decorated with plants and fancy fixtures as they have at the salon. Instead it was very plain and all business. The smell of talc filled the air instead of a pungent perm solution I was used to at the salon.

The two barbers were busy with their work, both had little boys in the chairs, they were cutting their hair with the clippers, like I have never seen before.

They were just using the clippers and a comb and cutting the boys’ hair very, very high and short.

When I got my hair cut in March, Jan, my stylist, used an attachment to cut my hair in the back and sides, which buzzed my hair short.

I heard the bell ring and another boy walked in. He was with the others, as his mother was waiting for him in the chairs next to me.

The young barber finished up his youngest brother and was taking the cape off when he looked up and said, “Next!”

The brother, who just walked in, walked over and got into the barber chair.

The youngest of the brothers, who just got out of the chair, came over and sat down beside me.

I could smell the talc powder.

He rubbed his head over the back and sides of his very short clipped hair. His white scalp showing through his hair, the top was just long enough to lie down in a comb over. It was a really short tapered haircut.

After staring at his haircut I had to rub his head and tell him how cute he was.

His brother, who just took the chair, had hair that was to the middle of his ear and longer in the back down on the collar.

His mother walked over beside the chair and told the barber to give him the same haircut as his brothers.

I was staring at the barber as he grabbed the clippers and pushed the boy’s head forward as he snapped the clippers on and ran them up the back of his neck, with his mother still standing by the chair watching.

To my surprise, while staring at the action taking place in front of me, the older barber finished the other boy and let him down out of the chair.

The barber shook the cape and said, “Miss, you’re next!” I was startled.

“Ooh, aghhhhh, okay,” I walked over and took a seat in the chair.

It was quite a bit different from the salon chairs, so much room and so big!

The barber walked behind me and took a tissue from the dispenser and reached around me and stretched it as he wrapped it around my neck. He walked to the side and shook the cape several times, with the last one making a popping sound, and pulled it around my neck and fastened the cape behind me around my neck.

I stared nervously forward at the young boys who had just got their hair cut.

They were now sitting in front of me chewing the gum they got from the barbers.

“Well miss, how short?” asked the barber as he was pumping the chair.

Something you didn’t ever hear at the salon, they would never be that blunt and straightforward.

I finally spoke after being startled and in shock about being in a barber chair with a barber who just asked how short I wanted my hair.

“Yes, well I need it trimmed some,” I told him. “It has been a couple of months since my last cut.

“I wear it in bowl type cut.

“You have done those before!

“Haven’t you?

“I saw a young lady leave here a few minutes ago with one?”

The barber said, “Oh yes, we have done several of those. My wife has one, too.

“Not a problem.”

I began to relax knowing he knew what I was talking about as he took a comb and spray bottle of water and started to comb out and wet my hair.

This made me feel good, he was doing it just like Jan would so far.

The barber lifted the hair up in the back several times with the comb and then combed it back down again.

After my hair was wet throughout, the barber reached on the counter and pulled out the scissors and walked around to the right side.

He took the scissors and comb and put the scissors above my right ear and snip, snip, snip.

I could not see how much he was cutting, nor how high above my ear, as the wet hair slid right down the cape and fell straight to the floor.

He worked his way around the side to the back, as my head was being shifted from the left side to the front. He worked around to the left side and snip, snip, snip.

More hair was cut all falling straight to the floor. He quit when he reached my left temple.

With that he walked back and put the scissors down. I straightened myself in the chair as he rustled around on the counter top.

I looked up as the door opened and an older man, a teenage girl walking in behind him, entered the barbershop. Before I could get a really good look at them, the barber placed his left hand on top of my head and pushed my head forward into my chest and then with a loud “POP”, the clippers were turned on.

“Hold still, now,” said the barber.

Before I could relax my head the barber had placed the cold metal of the clippers on the base of my neck. I gripped the armrest tightly as the clippers were raised up the back of my neck.

The comb and clippers worked rapidly as they went over and over the back of my head. I had never kept my head forward for so long like this before, it was tensing up on me. I was only able to look through my bangs and see the teenage girl as she was staring at me having my hair cut, or the floor in front of me.

The barber took his left hand and placed it on top of my head and pulled my head back up into a straight position.

Finally relief.

As I lifted my head I could feel the tingling of the short hairs on the back of my neck as my head was raised.

“How short did he cut it in the back?” I asked my self. “It didn’t feel like this when Jan cut it”.

The barber now moved over to the right side and pushed my head over to the left side as I felt the comb pulling the hair behind my right ear and the loud buzz of the clippers running over that comb.

The fan was blowing air on my newly shorn neck and it felt really cold.

He worked clippers and comb in a fluid motion as the hair around my ear was clipped off before I knew what was going on. Without having a mirror in front of me I didn’t know how short was he cutting it.

My right ear was bent forward and down as the clippers ran up and behind my ear with a loud vibrating buzz of the clippers. I was trying to look at the hair being cut off but it all seemed to just slide right off the cape to the floor. I was not able to judge how much he was cutting off.

The young girl was still staring at me in the chair and it was making me very nervous.

What did she find so interesting!

The barber turned the clippers over and cut my right sideburn in a very short ”V” shape almost even with the top of my ears.

The barber walked around the back and started the same process behind the left ear. As the barber tilted my head to right I heard the other barber finish the young boy and shake the cape as the older man made his way to the chair.

The clippers got even louder as my left ear was bent over and the clippers ran around my ear.

The clippers again were turned over and cut another small “V” sideburn.

The barber turned off the clippers and walked back to the counter placing the clippers back on the shelf.

He got a smaller set from the charger stand and turned them on. I was amazed at how much lighter my head was feeling, but still hadn’t seen how short he had cut it.

But, he had said he had cut them before.

So, why worry, right!

With a quick flick of his wrist the clippers jumped to life and again my head was pushed forward.

The clippers and comb were now being used around the hairline with them being inverted and dragged down my neck every now and then.

I had these used on me at the salon.  They used them to clip the stray hairs.

The barber worked his way around both ears and sideburn area with the clippers to cut away to make a clean line. My ears were pulled and bent in every direction. Jan had never done it like this.

The clippers were turned off and the barber was putting the clippers back in the charger. He picked up the scissors again and combed down the bangs and spun me around to finally face the mirror.

I saw my reflection in the mirror and could see my ears exposed fully without any hair hanging over top of them, or even around them.

It looked like me.

I moved my head to the right and left to see the curls, which once were almost on the collar, were gone now.

As a matter of fact I could not see any hair in the back. I could see the sides were cut much shorter than Jan cut them the first time and my sideburns were even with the top of my ears.

The top layers were cut about an inch above the top of my ears, much shorter than I wanted. In the background of my reflection I could see the young girl in the waiting area.

She was staring at the back of my head.

I could feel her eyes on me and she was watching the barber’s every move. I was wondering what was so interesting about the back that was drawing her attention.

But, after seeing the sides I could only imagine.

The barber placed the scissors about half an inch above my eyebrows and snip, snip, snip, snip.

Before I could even say that was too short or no, my bangs were shorter than they had been since my mom cut them in second grade.

The barber went back around with the comb and scissors to check the weight line of the haircut. I was staring into the mirror as my hair was cut shorter than I wanted.

But, it did look pretty cute on me.

So, I was not going to say anything.

The barber took the hand mirror from the counter as he put the scissors away and handed me the mirror and spun the chair back around so I was facing the young girl again.

I was in shock!

The back was cut way too high in the back.

No wonder the young girl was staring.

When I told him a bowl cut, he took it for real!

The back usually dipped down in the back some, but not this one.

It was cut straight across at the same level as the sides.

I reached up and took my right hand to run over the hair that was left in the back. I placed my hand on top of my crown and slid my hand down two inches and felt a quick drop off to the very short clippered back.

The hairline in the back was extremely short and the white tan line was showing boldly in the back and around my ears, as I had been working outside all week and had gotten some Sun.

In the mirror I was looking at the back, as the hairline seemed to almost even with the middle of my ears, which were sticking out in plain sight now.

I never dreamed my hair was going to be this short, nor would I have let him cut it.

It was as short as those young boys who just left.

The only difference my hair was longer on top.

I could not believe it! I was in shock and didn’t say a thing.

My bangs, I tried to pull them longer with my right hand, had been cut too short.

The barber asked me, “Is that short enough?

“I took it a little higher in the back than usual because it looks better with this cut.”

“I could not believe this!

“What would this guy say tonight when I show up with this haircut!

“What would my sister think!”

That was all that was going through my mind.

The barber asked, “Is that okay, do you like it?”

I just replied, “Yes, that is fine.”

The barber took the hand mirror from me and took the duster filled with talc powder and started to brush off my neck and around my ears and my face, I had never had this done before.

It was kind of strange but smelled great.

He removed the cape and tissue and shook it to let the hair fall to the floor.

As I stood up I turned around again to look into the mirror and took both hands and rubbed the back and sides and again tried to pull the top down longer.

The sides were so smooth and short it was bristly when rubbed against the hair growth.

The barber said, “That will be six dollars.”

I turned and walked over to the waiting chairs where I had left my purse, still rubbing my hair.

I walked back over and gave the barber a ten-dollar bill as he was shaking the cape out.

I looked down and saw my feet were almost covered with the wet auburn hair that once was on my head.

The barber took my money and handed my change back, as I still was staring into the mirror tilting my head from side to side looking at how short he had just cut my hair.

The barber turned, “Miss, you’re next!”

I passed the girl as she was walking to the chair.

When I reached the door I heard the barber say, “How short?”

The girl replied, “I want my haircut just like hers.”

I turned around and saw this young girl with blonde shoulder-length hair now sitting in the chair and smiling at me.

I stared out the door.

Instead I just took a seat to pretend I was waiting for a ride. I just had to return the favor and watch as she was having her hair cut too.

She smiled at me the whole time, as we both were getting aroused while watching her hair being cut.

I was still rubbing and feeling my newly shorn hair.

I soon found out what was so interesting in watching her hair being cut and discovered my hair fetish for watching hair being cut.

We both left the barbershop at the same time and talked outside of the shop about the experience.

We are still friends and talk together on a regular basis.

I went home and got ready for my date.

While riding home with the windows down the cool air was flowing through my hair, it was tingling. I ran in to take a shower and wash my hair.

I remember filling my palm with the same amount of shampoo I used that morning and was amazed at all the lather and how short my hair was while shampooing my hair.

Then, while I was blow-drying my hair, I thought my bangs and hair were short, at the barbershop. It was shrinking shorter in front of my eyes.

The bangs were so short I had to part my hair on the side and plaster my bangs over with some styling gel.

Staring in the mirror I barely knew who was looking back. I looked like a boy wearing makeup.

I decided if my hair looked so much like a boy, I needed to wear something even more revealing on my female figure.

I put on a short mini dress I had bought last year, which was really cute and very short, too.

My sister and her husband pulled into the driveway and my sister ran up to the door.

I opened the door and you could have knocked her down with a feather.

She pushed me back in the door and screamed at me.

She wanted to know what I was thinking!

Why did I get my hair butchered like a man’s?

When I knew I was going out on this date.

She told me she was going to go back out and cancel the date and tell him I was sick because I looked like crap.

I told her not to worry about it.

I wanted my hair cut like this and I really liked it.

I was going out and if my hair bothered him, then I didn’t want to be with him.

I walked out the door and walking to the car to get in when she said, “He will hate you with that haircut.”

I got in the car and went on the best date of my life, meeting my future husband.

He loved my short hair and could not keep his hands off it.

Our first kiss was with him kissing the back of my neck and here five years later I still have very short hair.

We both now go to the same barbershop for our monthly haircuts.

Now I have a very short pixie he just loves!

 

By JimB ©opyright August 2018

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