Impromptu buzzcut after a grow out

First story in a bit, enjoy entirely a true story.

This is the entire true story of my buzzcut that I received on Friday at 6:30.

A little about me to make the story flow and make more sense. I am a male 23 years old. I like to think I am a pretty boy actually. I have always had the girls, and the boys always checking me out. I’ve been called a pretty boy actually a bunch. I am 6’2 150 pounds and I am fit ish.

I have been growing my hair out for a few months. I had a buzzcut but I decided that was my last buzzcut I was ever going to get. I hated the way I looked, the way it framed my face and it took away the pretty look on me. The only type of haircut I got for months was just cleaning up the sides and back and never cutting the top. I decided while the hair was growing out let’s grow a nice mustache. I had the mustache for a little bit too. This girl I have a fling with called it her slutty mustache, she loved it. Everyone loved the mustache on me. The facial hair overall was grown out and getting a little messy. The mustache bushy and full as ever hanging over the lip a little bit. Mustache a dirty blonde color, matching my hair.

My hair finally grew out to the stage where there was thickness on top. The bangs flopped above my eyebrows but at this point there were some bangs. If I did not shower in the morning the hair was just a mess. It was at the point where you commit to the grow out stage or cut it off. I committed to the grow out stage or I thought earlier in the week. The same girl, I have the fling with On Monday told me she wanted me to come over sometime next week and lay my head in her lap to play with my hair. I was so down, my dirty blonde pretty hair being played with by her, oh yes sign me up. I had to grow it out more I thought to let this pretty lady play with my hair.

Well the week passes, it was honestly a shitty week. Just everything to make you feel like shit just hit me. The worse meh week in a while. I did not feel like myself. Felt like the world was collapsing on me. Thursday night, I got some good news. My cousin called and wanted to do something in the early afternoon with me so I agreed. I had a night to myself drinking some rum and just chilling from the week, which was nice.

On Friday, I woke up a little bit hung over but I ate a little breakfast drank some tea and went about my day. My cousin and I did our plans, which went a little bit later than I expected. I came home and made dinner. My dinner took a little bit longer to make than usual just based on how I was feeling from the week. It went past the time, which I normally go to my hobby on Friday nights. I had to skip hobby time. I ate my dinner, and realized oh I don’t have a cabbage for my dinner for tomorrow. I put my clothes on and decided to go to the supermarket.

I got in my car and started to drive to the supermarket around 6:15. I started to drive and listen to music. An idea hit me, you know great clips is near the supermarket I could go for a trim. I stopped at a stop sign. I pulled out my phone to check the wait time at great clips was and it read 0 MINUTES. I put my phone down and kept driving. 0 minutes, I thought, I could go for a trim and be all tidied up that sounds nice, but do I really need a trim, I kept asking myself. I truly didn’t need a trim.

I kept driving and driving then its to the point where I have to decide supermarket or haircut. I spied out the parking lot of great clips. I saw one car. Let’s go get a trim why not, maybe it’ll cheer me up. I pulled into the parking lot. Parked. I took 2 quick photos as before pictures because you gotta document every haircut you know.

I walk into the front door, I hear the DING. I notice that both stylists are a little bit busy so I just sit down. My legs start shaking for some reason. My body is nervous for this haircut why… I just wanna get a trim.
I see one of the stylist pop around the corner she is young maybe 26 ish, Golden blonde hair in a long bob. “Hi did you check in online?”

I look at her, “no I didnt.”

We go through the check in phase at great clips, number, name and all that. I get officially checked in, I am up next. She is busy doing something and says to her other stylist, “I moved him to your chair okay.” The other stylist is around 25 as well, tall, curvy and has darker meduim length hair, but she’s pretty too.

She just responds with an okay.

The golden blonde stylist tells me, “she’s just cleaning her station then you’ll be up.”

I nod my head.

A few moments pass, the darker hair stylist says, “okay, you are up come on over.”

I get out of my chair in the waiting room and walk over to her station. She has the chair in the very front. It finally hit me well there’s no way to get out of the haircut now you’re walking to the chair. She spins the chair around to let me just hop in. She grabs the white tissue that they wrap around your neck and ties it where its tighter than usual but not uncomfortable, then the black cape gets thrown around me.

The question that has been killing me is about to come. She stands behind me starts running her hands through my hair playing with it more and more. She then hits me with, “sooooo what are we gonna do today, a trim?”

I giggle and see my self in the mirror all caped up and ready for a haircut. This wave of spontaneous energy just hits me. “Well….. I have two ideas, we can trim me up or we could go crazy.” Then I reach my hands out of the cape, like I have fake clippers in my hand, “bzzzz bzzz bzzz.”

She looks a little shocked in the mirror, “oh that would be a little crazy but we aren’t buzzing your hair off its really too pretty, you have a great color, and its got thickness, but.” She pauses for a minute, “we could shave it off.”

I sit there spinning in the chair a little bit while shes playing with my hair. “We could just buzz it right off and be super crazy you only live once…”

Then that’s when the questionnaire starts. “Okay what guard like an 8 or a 6?”
I respond” maybe a 6 but more like a 4 maybe, I think” I am honestly so unsure at this moment.

“oh that would be a change. Do you style it?” She asks.
I quickly respond, “no, Never.”
She plays with my hair “I dont wanna buzz off you’re pretty hair, but we could.”

I sit there contemplating…
“Can we ask her?” While I point at the golden blonde stylist.
She calls her over, “should we buzz his hair off, I am kinda in the middle.”

The Golden blonde stylist puts her hands in my bangs and says, “buzz it off? Don’t you think he’d look good with it short?”

The darker hair stylist says, “Yes actually.”

The other stylist says, “I think so too.” She directs a question to me, “do you style it ever?”

I laugh in the mirror jokingly “nope.”

She scoffs at me, “ever? You just wake up and shower and go?”

I giggle again “yes, basically.”

She plays with my bangs one more time then steps away. “he doesnt style it. It’s useless hair shave it right off.”

She gets back to her station, “like a 0?”

I quickly say “noo we gotta have some hair, I wanna be cute.”

She fiddles with her chair for a second, “good, but shave it off short it’s useless.”

Hearing her call my hair useless over and over really hit me in the head. Made my brain go crazy.

The dark hair stylist keeps playing with my hair. “Wanna do it now?” She asks. I nod my head and give her a big smile.

We talked for a little bit more before just to make sure. I was going to be her last haircut of the day anyway so she didn’t care to take a little extra time with the consulting.

“Okay lets do it.” She spins me around the chair in a circle so now I am facing center in the mirror eyes on my self and this pretty stylist. “So lets start with a 6, I can take it down shorter.”

I start to smile really big because this was not my original plan… I watch as the clippers with a 6 guard get closer to my hairline.

“Wait…”

She asks, “you dont wanna do it now??”

I quickly say back, “no if were gonna do it lets go for the 4 lets just do it. Start at my bangs so no going back.”

She takes the 6 off and puts the 4 on. “Okay if you say so, I figured we’d go down to a 4 in the end so this works.”

Shes about to start buzzing me. She stops, “give me your phone. We’re gonna take before and after pictures this is gonna be crazy!” I give her my phone she snaps 4 pictures. Side, Side, front and back. She hands me my phone back. “Not everyday you get to do a big change like this I am so excited for this.”

I see in the mirror while she picks up the clippers again she has a huge grin on her face. “You know if you would’ve told me you styled it, I wouldn’t have let you buzz your hair off?”

My eyes get big, “really?”

She smiles back at me in the mirror, “yes you have pretty hair and your handsome with it.”

I kinda blush a little bit, because it hits me wait is she flirting with me. “Well when she called it useless it like ended the talk about keeping the hair.”

She giggles slightly, “yep you dont style it as she said its useless. This is going to beeee so much fun buzzing you down.”

I hear the clippers turn on. “Watch while i do it.” I hear over the clippers roaring. I keep my eyes directly on the clippers and her hands.

Here comes the first pass… I feel the clippers meet my forehand and here it comes. In one swift moment I feel and see the cold heavy clippers go right down the middle. Every bit of the grow out and process is gone now. The difference from the middle to the other parts of the top is so crazy. Her clippers took the whole middle down so quick. It’s over theres no going back. I am going to be buzzed. BZZZZZZZ the clippers keep firing, pass over pass shearing my hair off. More and more on top.

I watch her again buzz down another line of my head and i feel my hair fall on me. I can see the top truly forming. She quickly buzzes another straight line down my head and then another and another. Pass after pass, while shes buzzing me, shes giggling, laughing, and I can tell shes truly enjoying buzzing my hair. “Not everyday someone comes and says take it all off.” I watch her buzz the top faster and faster. Seeing her speed that she is having so much fun. I am grinning ear to ear watching all my hair get truly shorn off. The speed that she had on top was unmatched. She had to have the top buzzed down in no time. I see myself in the mirror… all my hair on top is down below 1 inch now and exactly a half inch all the way on top.

“I am glad I came in for this, this is so fun, you only live once.” As I keep watching my hair get sheared more. “You know I was gonna grow my hair out until I walked in?”

She keeps the clippers on my hair keeps buzzing, “dont tell me your regretting this.”

I shake my head “Oh my gosh no!!!! This is incredible.” I laugh. “This is so fun. I am gonna have a buzzcut.”

I hear the clippers turn off. She places the clippers down. She rubs her hands on my buzzcut for a few moments, “Good because this so perfect, you look so handsome already with all the hair gone.”

She takes the guard off. “How high do we want the skin fade?”

I look at the top that has been buzzed off, oh my gosh I have no bangs. I skip her question, “oh my gosh theres no bangs anymore.”

Holding the guard less clippers, “nope not anymore… we buzzed it off.” She laughs.

Now I answer her question. “You can take it as high as you want. I am just here now. It’s already buzzed off.”

She turns the clippers on, “Okay then!”

I feel the clippers dig into the skin a little bit cutting off every single small hair in the back. She slowly runs them all the way right pass my occipital bone on the back of my head.

My eyes get wide, “oh wowww you’re going high.”

She keeps shaving it off in the back, “yep is it okay?”

Im just blown away by this whole experience. “Yes it is!”

Me and her start chatting while she does the fade. We somehow got on to the topic of bobs. I told her that I really like bobs. She tells that she had a chin length bob two years ago. I told her ooo that sounds cute. She told me she was growing it out now. I gave her the hint that shed look good bobbed again. It seemed like she considered it which was hot. I’m getting buzzed and she could get bobbed. She told me something like well you’ll see if i do it in a month when you come back.

She finally got to the right side of the fade. She tried to not move me to much in the chair so I could just watch and enjoy it. The right side comes first. I hear the clippers come to my ear. I watch in the mirror as the no guard clippers shave off all my hair passed my ear. I watch the hair fall, then she does another pass right next to that spot. I can see how high and short my fade is going to truly be. She does another pass. “I literally love doing this haircut. Its so much fun.”

I can’t believe how much fun shes having shearing me down, “it is so crazy the difference already. I love it. I am having fun too.”

“Oh honey it aint even done yet.” She says. At this point I shouldve realized she was def flirting with me.

We start talking about more personal stuff as she does the fade. She gets to the left side and shaves it like the right side. I can really see how the fade is turning out with my new haircut well the buzzcut.

Eventually the fade part is over.

“Hmm, i have a question, do you think we could make the crown a bit shorter?” I ask.

She rubs her hands on the buzzcut again and says, “yes thats a good idea, if we blend it with a 3 and 2 it’ll look so much cleaner.”

She grabs the clippers again and throws the 2 guard on. I watch her take the 2 guard to my crown and turns the clippers on BZZZZZZ. I watch as these loud clippers shave my crown down to a 2 guard. She only does the crown and a little bit further. Then she switches to the 3 guard and starts to buzz it down more… she takes the 3 guard closer and closer to the bang line. I watch just wondering is she just gonna buzz me with the 3….. she stops about 1.5 inches away from the bang line and turns the clippers off.

She rubs the top of my hair again. “Oh my gosh we cut off so much. Look at all these tiny hairs.” The more she rubbed and rubbed I watched small little hairs fall on my face from the 3 guard and 2 guard. “You have such thick hair and so much hair.”

She tells me to close my eyes, she grabs the scissors and cuts all the little straggly hairs around where my bangs used to be to give me a more proper tidy buzzcut.

I open my eyes when I feel she’s done. I look in the mirror and see that my hairline is now a more straight line and no straggly hairs.

She makes me close my eyes again. While she trims my eyebrows with the scissors.

We keep talking but nothing too exciting. She grabs the trimmer and cleans up my neckline and sideburns to make sure its all so neat.

She then turns the blow dryer on to get all the hairs off of me. She walks behind me to uncape me. I hear the first button, get undone then a pause. “Nope I am not letting you walkout with this tight neat buzzcut and with that bushy mustache. Pucker your lips.”

I do as she says and pucker my lips… with my eyes closed and my lips puckered. I hear her say, “a 1 guard?”

I nod my head and say, “go for it.”

The clippers get brought right into my face. They click on BBZZZZZZZZ. I then realize shes effectively shaving my mustache by doing a 1 guard with the lever closed. I heard her snap it down. 3 mm is no mustache length, but its a way to shave it off without shaving it off. I feel the clippers ride right under my mustache and I hear the CRSSPSISUSSSS sound and it hit me There goes my mustache. I hear the same sound over and over. She went over the mustache so many times. Over and over making sure the mustache got tamed. The clippers turn off. I get my hand out under the cape and feel my mustache. No longer a mustache just stubble.

I admit to her, “oh you were right by taking the mustache so short.”

She puts down the clippers, “yes so much better and very cute like this. I love how it turned out. Gimme your phone.”

I do as she asked, she takes some after photos. 4 again side side top and back. She rubs my buzzcut over and over it. “I love it so much on you.”

I have to admit it to her. “I actually love it so much, no mustache, no bangs, i look so cleaned up. I had so much fun. I think you did too.

She un capes me finally, “I had so much fun, she was right it was useless hair you look better buzzed.”

I look at my self in the mirror when I stand up. Over and over my buzzed head throwing me off a little bit.

I hear her say, “we cut off about 2 and half inches much better like this i think.”

I walk over to the register, I say “yes, it is.”

She is doing something on the computer. I cant tell what. “ I have updated your haircut notes so this’ll be your haircut. Come back in 2-3 weeks. I am here between these times on weekdays. Ill see you back.” As she gave me a big smile.

I paid and gave a big tip. “Ill be back in 2-3 weeks for my buzz again. If i come back in 2 weeks and see that you got bobbed ill know I inspired you.” I joked.

She played it off and laughed, “we will see.”

I walked out and got in my car and took a bunch of pictures of my new buzzcut.

I had to text the girl that liked my hair long I buzzed and she said it was cute.

anyway later in the night. I decided. If my stylist took my mustache this short, lets finish the job she gave me a hint of what I should do.

I walked into the bathroom, plugged in my whal clippers. I grabbed the razor and shaved my face besides the mustache remnants. When that was done my face was almost fully shaved. I then grabbed the whal clippers with no guard closed the lever. I propped my phone up and decided to record the shave. I took the clippers right down the middle of the mustache first. BZZZZZ mustache hair’s go everywhere and then i lather up and finish the job with the razor.

I posted a picture clean shaved, buzzed to my socials and I had a few people comment I looked tough, cute, dapper, handsome and that I entirely changed identities. The before and after were that crazy.

Hope you enjoyed this story

I have all the pictures and all that.