Ivan
There was Jully, completely ecstatic inside her apartment. She had just canceled plans with her friends to be alone, and now, the Amazon package in front of her was provoking a storm of emotions. She was facing away from the front door, still dressed, with heavy breathing and a racing heart. The sight of the package stirred deep feelings and a mixture of uncertainty and happiness she had never experienced before. It was like facing her greatest fear while simultaneously embracing a deep and secret desire.
To anyone outside, it might seem like just hairdressing material. But for Jully, it was much more than that. The package contained a hair clippers and a razor – things that, to anyone not privy to what was going on in her mind, might seem trivial. Jully knew she couldn’t open that package lightly. The day was especially significant for her: a rainy Friday, perfect for experiencing something she had never had before. The fact that she had made the decision to buy it and was so close to realizing it was unprecedented in her life.
“You know what? I really need a drink,” Jully murmured to herself, turning her back on the package and leaving her apartment. Forgetting to grab an umbrella, she decided to face the unrelenting rain. Near her building was a market with a surprisingly good wine cellar, and Jully was determined to go there to buy a bottle of wine. The rain was relentless, but the need to indulge in a moment of pleasure drove her on.
As she stepped out, she greeted the doorman John, who watched her with curiosity, noting that the beautiful young woman was without an umbrella. But that wasn’t his problem. Jully, immersed in her thoughts and the desire consuming her, focused only on reaching the market.
“Wow, it’s really coming down hard, but who cares,” Jully thought, facing the adverse weather with an almost feverish determination. She walked under the city awnings, a few blocks to the market. With each store window she passed, she saw her own reflection: drenched, with her long black, silky hair now slightly wavy from the water. She couldn’t help but imagine that soon these hair strands, which had been her pride and object of desire for so long, might be spread out on her apartment floor. The fantasy of finally conquering this internal battle consumed her. The desire was so intense she could barely contain the fire within. If it were possible, she would have stripped right there and started to masturbate in the rain, not caring who saw her. With every step she took, she felt more confident that she would achieve what she had always wanted: to shave off all her hair and seek absolute pleasure on her own terms.
She reached the market faster than ever, feeling a slight embarrassment at being so drenched. The lack of an umbrella seemed like a minor detail now. Her shirt, transparent from the rain, revealed her breasts, and she knew she was attracting more attention than usual. But her focus was solely on her own journey and the pleasure she was about to experience.
As soon as she walked in the door, Jully headed straight for the wine cellar. Her steps were hurried and nervous, betrayed by the desire consuming her. There, she spotted the vendor she had noticed before. A tall, muscular man, who always wore a pristine suit, his head shaved and his demeanor always exemplary. But today, with her body still soaked from the rain, Jully felt a burning heat that contrasted with the cold weather outside.
Jully was almost numb with desire and anxiety that consumed her. Instead of speaking directly, she found herself lost in her own thoughts, her mind spinning around her burning desire to return to the apartment and start experimenting with the new hair clippers she had just bought. The wine purchase had become a mere pretext to prolong the moment of facing her deepest desire. She was aware that by distracting herself with buying wine, she was merely postponing the inevitable, but the need to prepare and find some comfort in the trivial task seemed almost like a desperate necessity.
“Good evening, can I help you with anything?” asked the vendor, his voice smooth and professional. Jully barely noticed he was addressing her. Looking at him up close, she realized he was even more attractive than she remembered.
“Help me by sticking your cock in my pussy while you cut all my hair,” Jully thought, consumed by the internal fire that ravaged her. It was as if a dormant beast had awakened inside her, focused solely on satisfying this overwhelming desire.
“Calm down, Jully, get a grip,” she tried to control herself, making an effort to maintain her composure. Her shirt was visibly transparent due to the rain, revealing more than it should. Jully was aware of the effect the water was having on her clothing and knew the vendor was clearly trying to disguise his reaction to her nearly naked appearance. Although she was embarrassed, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure at realizing his latent desire. With a visible effort to appear normal, she murmured almost inaudibly:
“Hi, um…” Jully said, looking up at the man, her voice trembling slightly with a mix of urgency and desire. “I’d like something really sweet and strong, something that’ll make me lose my mind.” She said, biting her index finger with a touch of desperation, an unconscious display of her intense longing.
Jully immediately felt embarrassed by what she had just said. “What the hell did I just say?” she thought, as a blush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks. The man gave a low chuckle, his expression revealing a slight amused smile that betrayed the interest he was trying to hide. His eyes, once professional, now carried a gleam Jully hadn’t noticed before, as if he was more focused on her than on the wine itself. With a look she could swear was more than casual, he presented her with a sweet red wine from a brand Jully had never tried before. She noticed a prominent bulge in the man’s pants but decided it was better not to pursue the matter. Jully knew deep down that this night was meant to be hers, and only hers.
With the bags in hand and a slight chill beginning to set in, Jully headed back to her apartment. The walk back was slower than usual, with her thoughts incessantly revolving around the interaction with the wine vendor. Each step seemed to intensify the sense of embarrassment that enveloped her, raising the heat in her cheeks and the unease in her stomach. In a way, Jully was relieved to have diverted some of the attention from the expectation awaiting her at home, offering a brief reprieve from the anxiety that dominated her.
The rain had eased, but Jully was so soaked that her shirt still clung to her body, revealing more than it should. As she entered the building, she felt a slight shame passing by the doorman, João, remembering his curious glance. The sensation of being visibly wet and somewhat exposed seemed to amplify her self-consciousness.
Jully trembled as she reached the door of her apartment. It was impossible to distinguish the cold from the anxiety; tension dominated her body. She knew that by opening the door, she would once again face that package awaiting her, with all it represented. Of course, she could ignore the package and carry on with her evening as if the delivery man had never been there, but she simply didn’t want to act that way. Not tonight.
Finally, after a small struggle with her keys, Jully managed to open the apartment door and was greeted by Fluffy, her kitten, meowing impatiently for food. The sight of the little feline brought an unexpected relief, a touch of comfort that eased her heart. Jully set the wine bottles on the table, along with a salad she had bought for dinner, trying to ignore the presence of the package. But it was like trying to ignore an elephant in the middle of her living room.
After placing the groceries on the table, Jully immediately went to attend to Fluffy. She gave him affection and prepared some water and food for her feline, seeking in that familiar ritual a brief respite from the emotional storm she was about to face and was actively seeking.
“Damn, it’s so cold,” Jully murmured after feeding Fluffy. Feeling a bit more comfortable now, she headed to the bathroom for a long, hot bath. It was as if she were unconsciously delaying the opening of that package. The fear and anxiety still troubled her, but there was also a childish excitement, akin to a child’s anticipation on Christmas Eve.
Her thoughts were in a nearly uncontrollable whirl. As Jully undressed in the bathroom, a wave of pleasure coursed through her body. “Damn, I’d look so hot without this damn hair on my head,” Jully said to her reflection in the mirror, once again fantasizing about the idea of shaving her head. She tossed her long hair back, imagining herself completely bald and naked. The anticipation was becoming almost unbearable, and the small tasks she performed before opening the box only fed her growing desire to act on her fetish.
In the bath, her thoughts began to calm a bit. The bath was long and relaxing; she lathered every inch of her body with attention and washed her hair carefully, trying not to think too much about what awaited her at the end of the night. The minutes passed slowly, and Jully realized that this might be the longest bath she had ever taken. For the first time in years, she felt truly alive, each drop of water caressing her sculptural body. Her pink vaginal lips, touched by the warm water, gave a feeling of comfort and sensuality; her breasts, soft and delicate, and her smooth, perfect ass were like a work of art, each detail contributing to her sense of accomplishment and self-admiration. Jully was quite aware of the body she had; it wasn’t by accident that such bodies are built. Jully was quite physically active, and her yoga practice further perfected her beautiful features.
“I can’t believe that package arrived so quickly… Am I going to be able to do something?” Jully murmured to herself as she turned on the hairdryer. “It’s always the same: I start to masturbate, imagine myself cutting all my hair, sometimes I grab a pair of scissors and pretend I’m going to cut it, but I never actually do… But damn… I feel like today might be different, I’ve never felt so ready for something so radical. Why wouldn’t I? What has been stopping me all these years? I don’t have a boyfriend, my parents live in another city, my friends might find it strange, but it’s not like it’s something outrageous. I still remember when Mary decided to get that tattoo on her back at that craft fair… It can’t be worse than that, right?”
“Look at the beautiful girl I’ve become…” Jully observed herself in the mirror, her tone laden with insecurity. “I know my black hair might be a draw for any man, and although I want to get rid of it, I admire myself the way I am now. Am I being too radical? WHAT’S MY PROBLEM?”
Jully raised her voice to herself while drying her hair. Her frustration was evident; while her desire consumed her, her rational side was also shouting, seemingly unable to understand what was happening.
“ANY GIRL WITH HAIR LIKE THIS WOULD NEVER THINK OF SHAVING IT OFF… But I don’t think I’m just any girl…
You know what, girl? The hair is yours, the fetish is yours. Imagine living your whole life without ever having the courage to take control of your life and do something that really makes you feel good? You’ve visited so many websites and blogs of girls who shaved their heads and have so many good things to say about it; they never regret it, right?” Jully questioned herself, trying to find a perspective that would help her decide. “All I know is I have two bottles of wine waiting for me, a desire that I definitely need to fulfill, and I’ve never celebrated getting a recent promotion.”
Jully slowly dried her hair, performing her skincare ritual, applying cream to every inch of her soft body. It was already 10 PM, and starting to feel a bit hungry, she remembered a salad she had bought at the market for dinner.
Before settling on the sofa, Jully turned off the lights. Her naked body was illuminated only by the soft glow of the television in front of her. While eating the salad, Jully tried to distract herself again and delay opening the box, spending the evening as if the package weren’t there. She watched a light series, seeking relaxation. She hadn’t opened the wine yet; she felt it wasn’t the right time. When she finished eating, she brushed her white, perfect teeth and realized there was nothing more in her way. Her kitten was already asleep, and the anxiety she had managed to ignore for a while now returned with overwhelming force.
“Well. It’s time to finally open this little package…” she said to herself, more determined than she had been all day. “But first, let’s open a bottle of wine.”
Jully opened the bottle with ease, accustomed to her solitary nights with wine and TV entertainment, or exploring her most intimate fetishes. For the past three weekends, she had social commitments and dates, but now she was happy to spend some quality time alone. She knew how to appreciate each moment there, with or without the package in front of her door.
With a glass of wine in hand, Jully confirmed what the seller had said: the wine was indeed sweet and strong. She took the same scissors she often fantasized about using to cut her hair and used them to open the long-awaited package.
The anxiety was at its peak. Her heart was beating faster than when she bought the equipment. Jully trembled so much that she had a bit of trouble opening the package. When she finally managed to do it, the contents of the package seemed to scream in her ears, blending a cry of terror with a romantic song at the same time.
The largest box, black and heavy, contained a kit from a renowned brand of hair clippers (Jully had researched extensively on the best home and salon clippers while fueling her fantasies). Inside the packaging, there was also a classic razor blade, which she had bought impulsively, just for the thrill of the moment and its affordable price. There was also shaving foam, purchased in the same wave of enthusiasm, thinking it might be necessary for what she planned.
“I can’t believe it… The package really arrived. But what if I… just…” Jully hesitated, beginning to walk towards the bedroom, hoping to lie down and sleep, torn between rationality and emotion. Rationally, she knew she needed to put an end to this radical plan of shaving her beautiful, long hair, for which she had invested so much money in care and products to keep it perfect. But emotionally…
She composed herself. Jully approached the package with renewed determination. She opened the black box, which was heavier, and pulled out a beautiful and stylish hair clipper, clearly a high-end product. Inside the box, there was also a manual, various sizes of comb attachments, and a small bottle of lubricant, which Jully carefully dripped onto the clipper to ensure it worked perfectly. She began to carefully examine all the combs and read the instruction manual with almost reverential concentration. The book did justice to the product, with illustrative images showing examples of how hair looked when progressively shaved with each comb attachment. Reading the instructions, although more of an excuse to delay the decisive moment when she would finally indulge her desires, also fueled an intense fire within her. Each line of the manual seemed like a tempting invitation, anticipating the pleasure to come.
Jully carried the clipper package to her yoga room, where she knew she would feel more comfortable. This space had always been her personal refuge, a place where she could isolate herself from the world and connect with herself. In the center of the room, she placed her glass of wine on a side table and prepared for what was to come. The mat was in the middle of the room, facing a large mirror. She loved practicing yoga naked there, observing her body in motion and feeling a deep pride in her physical form. Combining yoga with masturbation was not new to her; Jully always felt that her body responded better to all kinds of stimulation when it was more agile and flexible.
With her mind still full of thoughts and a bit warmed by the wine, Jully positioned herself on the mat, beginning her practice gently. She did several poses, the mirror reflecting the beauty of her body with each movement. The process of seeing and feeling her flexibility heightened her pleasure and the intensity of the experience. The combination of yoga and masturbation was a way Jully explored her body more deeply, and the prospect of using the new equipment soon kept her in high anticipation.
After performing several poses, Jully felt less anxious, and before continuing with everything she aimed to do, she got up and went back to the living room, sipping a bit of her wine glass that was by the door. Carefully, she brought the Amazon box containing all the remaining equipment, along with a small bucket of water and a washcloth. She discarded the box and began preparing the environment with the attention and care she would dedicate to a personal ritual.
She turned off all the lights, leaving only a few scented candles burning and soft music playing in the background. The room was shaping up to create the perfect atmosphere for what she yearned to do. Jully also brought a small table and positioned it next to the mat. On the table, she organized the clipper, scissors, razor blade, and shaving cream with precision, aligning the combs that came with the clipper from smallest to largest, ensuring everything was ready for use. The clipper was without a comb, ready to be adjusted as needed.
In addition to these items, Jully also brought a vibrator, placing it next to the other equipment, prepared to be used when her desires became even more intense. She knew that combining these elements could help intensify her personal experience.
Jully took a deep breath, feeling the lightness in her body as the serenity of the room enveloped her. She looked around, realizing that every detail had been carefully planned for that moment. The candles danced softly, casting a calming light that enhanced the tranquility of the room. Her senses were heightened; the scent of the candles had never seemed so vivid, and the soft music contrasted with the heavy rain beating against the window. The light green curtain added a touch of peace to the space. Jully felt as though she was on a personal altar, a space entirely her own, ready for any transformation she desired. There, she could free herself, explore new parts of herself, and connect with her deepest essence.
With a gentle smile, Jully approached the mirror, her blue eyes, almost lost in the soft glow of the candlelight, shining with an intimate and personal brilliance. Feeling her warm and calm breath, she whispered to herself with seductive and proud confidence: “Regardless of what I do, what I decide, I won’t regret it. I’m not forced to cut my hair, just as I’m not forced to keep it. This moment is mine, a deep desire that I can finally fulfill, and I am free to choose.”
She felt her body sweating, whether from the warmth of the softly lit room or the growing fire within her. Despite feeling secure in a space she had planned with such attention, an ardent and uncontrollable desire consumed her like never before. With each moment, she felt her pussy growing more and more soaked, a tangible proof of the intense desire that dominated her.
“I don’t think that if I were to actually do this, I would need anything more than what’s here,” Jully said with a small smile as she walked towards the bedroom door. Locking it, she felt a strange sensation, as if she was sealing the end of the entire ritual. There was nothing more to be done; the door was locked, and everything she needed was there. She could leave that room with all her hair intact, but she hoped to give in to her desire and emerge as a woman with a light head, without hair and with a completely new appearance.
In her mind, it all felt like a fantasy, a desire that might not come to fruition. “How do I turn this clipper on?” she asked herself lightly, even though she knew very well how to turn the equipment on. As she pressed a side button, the soft background music was replaced by the vibrant sound of the clipper in her hands. The pleasure she felt was unparalleled. It was the first time Jully turned on a hair clipper, and now, it was just a matter of a simple arm movement for all her hair to be on the floor; it had never been so easy, never been so simple.
Her pussy felt like an ocean, and the vibrator she had placed beside her remained untouched for now. Instead, with her right hand holding the clipper, Jully gently guided it to her delicate and rosy pussy. The clipper’s vibration caused a delicious sensation of pleasure, a growing fire that made her feel a much more intense pleasure than anything she could experience with the scissors. The experience was unique and unexpected, and the clipper, with its constant vibration, became the center of her excitement.
“Oh my God, fucking hell, this is amazing,” Jully moaned, her cries echoing in the room. She knew that at least the noise-canceling system in her apartment was up to par, and no one could hear her. What mattered was her being with herself. Her first orgasm of the night came quickly; her legs trembled as she sat with her legs spread, looking at the mirror and seeing the clipper vibrating on her pussy, which was now crying out in pleasure. Her pussy had never been so wet; the sensation was unparalleled, all without cutting a single strand of hair.
Jully felt the lightness that only an intense orgasm can provide. Initially, she thought that using the clipper for masturbation might extinguish the fire she felt and make her abandon the absurd idea of shaving her hair. She believed that practicing yoga beforehand would help balance her thoughts and show her that maybe shaving all her hair wasn’t a good idea… She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Her thoughts were in a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction. Despite the lightness the orgasm provided, Jully felt the exact opposite of wanting to stop. She could no longer imagine leaving without at least cutting a strand of her hair. The desire that had taken over her body was not just whispering; it was shouting, demanding that she go through with her desire.
“You slutty bitch, now you’re going to sit in that chair,” Jully said to herself, her voice filled with unwavering determination. The need to act impulsively, something deeply rooted in her subconscious, was at the forefront. With a frantic impulse, Jully moved to the corner of the room where the chair was, dragging it to the center of the room, facing the mirror.
She then inserted the vibrator into her beautiful pussy, surrendering to the pleasure.
“You’re going to do this, you whore,” she screamed to herself, her voice filled with anger and desire. “Fuck, you bald head would look so hot, fuck it all. You’re going to shave that damn hair and be happy with it, enough with the fear, enough with the anxiety. Nothing else is stopping you; there’s no reason not to…” “SNIP”.
As her voice echoed through the room, an impulse took over her. The feeling of loss of control was so strong that Jully didn’t realize that, while trying to convince herself to act, something inside her was pushing her forward. Without waiting, without letting the words finish, she completely surrendered to her desire. The scissors cut a strand of hair with a sudden movement, interrupting her attempt at persuasion. The execution of the act was abrupt but profound, marking the beginning of her transformation with an intensity that took her by surprise.
Jully couldn’t believe it. That strand of hair that had always scared her, the anxiety she felt, was now more intense than ever. In her left hand, she held a large strand of hair, now separated from her head, while in her right hand, the scissors finally fulfilled their role after years of anticipation.
As she watched herself in the mirror, still stunned by what she had just done, Jully felt the vibrator inside her pussy intensifying her pleasure. She placed the strand of hair on her chest and spread it out, as if it were cream. The sensation of pleasure was overwhelming, and Jully discovered that the act of cutting her hair transformed all her previous fantasies into something trivial. The intensity of the moment surpassed any desire she had ever imagined, and the pleasure, now entirely linked to the act of cutting, seemed to consume all her previous worries.
As a constant orgasm took over every inch of her body, Jully surrendered completely to the moment. In a state of intoxicating pleasure, she could no longer hear her rational side. With a furious impulse, she grabbed the clipper, without even putting a guard on the equipment. The decision was made. Without hesitation, the desire consumed her completely, and the next step in her transformation was about to begin.
“YOU – AAAHN – CAN DO IT, YOU FUCKING WHORE,” Jully screamed, moaning desperately.
BZZZZT – The sound of the clipper was almost deafening, filling the room with a constant vibration that heightened all of Jully’s senses. It was as if time had stopped; what felt like an eternity in her mind was actually only seconds. Raising her right hand, with the clipper on, toward the center of her head was one of the most erotic movements Jully had ever experienced. In the mirror, she saw a perfect woman: rosy and firm breasts, soft skin standing erect from the pleasure that consumed her. Around her body and scattered on the floor, strands of black hair fell slowly. The clipper, positioned at the top of her forehead, was ready to remove every strand of hair, marking the beginning of her ultimate transformation.
This was it. Jully had finally won her internal battle. She closed her eyes and plunged into a deep silence, where her heightened senses intensely captured the vibrations of the clipper and the growing sensation in her pussy. Her body was soaked with bodily fluids, and the pleasure filled every space around her. All that was left now was to move her arm a few inches, and her beautiful black hair would fall away from her head, completing the transformation she had longed for.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT – Jully didn’t hesitate. The clipper slid smoothly from her forehead to the back of her head in a single pass. It was the most intense moment of her life. She felt the vibrations both at the top of her head and in her pussy. With her eyes closed, she heard the soft background music interrupted by the heavy rain, experiencing a feeling of absolute ecstasy. Finally, after years of waiting, she found the courage to act. She felt the hair falling slowly onto her shoulders, accumulating on her breasts and chest, eventually spreading to her bare, soft feet.
BZZZZZZZZZZZT
Another white line was drawn on her head, now slightly to the left of the first pass. It was like an addiction; she couldn’t stop. The movement, once slow and gentle, had now become fast and firm. Fear had turned into dominance; Jully was determined to rid herself of her hair once and for all, while feeling a wave of absolute pleasure between her legs. With her right arm, she traced a new path over her head, while her left hand gently caressed her breasts, immersed in a state of absolute delirium.
BZZZZZZZZZZZT
Jully continued. Pass after pass, she moaned and screamed. The sensation was so good it felt surreal. All the dreams she had about this moment didn’t compare to this. The intensity of the pleasure was beyond what she had imagined, and she was astonished by the magnitude of her desire.
BZZZZZZZZZZZT
The climax didn’t diminish; her eyes remained closed. Every molecule of her body seemed to scream in unison with her. It was an unknown melody, a new level of pleasure that she didn’t know her body was capable of composing.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
Jully now focused on the nape of her neck. The sensation of her head felt lighter than ever before. On her body, she felt the weight of the hair strands accumulated around her.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
Jully let out a deep, liberating scream.
BZZZZZZZZZZZT
Jully couldn’t stop moaning loudly; her eyes were tearful with pleasure as she gripped her own breasts so tightly they were turning red.
BZZZZZZZZZZT TAC
Unintentionally, Jully turned off the clipper and surrendered even more to the experience. The sound of the vibration ceased, but the pleasure continued to pulse intensely in her body. With her eyes still closed, she screamed, feeling the vibrator between her legs. The pleasure was so intense that any effort to open her eyes or move seemed impossible. She had reached the absolute climax; her hands felt the light, bare head, while her body was still covered with badly cut strands of hair. Every movement of her body was an echo of the pleasure that still consumed her, a feeling of complete liberation and lasting ecstasy.
Minutes passed. Jully was completely surrendered. She thought of nothing else. How could she? She didn’t know it was possible to feel everything she had felt. She never imagined realizing such a deep dream. Finally, Jully thought, I got rid of all that hair. She felt across her body the countless strands scattered, some wet with sweat, others dampened by her own excitement, dripping from her legs; she finally felt that the fire inside her had been extinguished like never before.
Every part of her body had been given to this pleasure. Jully used her hands to caress the head she had never truly felt, touching the strands scattered over her body, pressing them disdainfully, running them along the length of her naked, sweaty body, now also wet, no longer knowing whether it was sweat, tears, or any other fluid.
Jully finally mustered the courage to open her eyes. Her naked body, completely covered with her black strands, which had once been on her beautiful head, now exposed. She felt oddly happy; her head was perfect. She started smiling at herself.
“What a sloppy job I did, huh?” Jully laughed, turning the clipper back on.
BZZZZZZZZT
Taking more passes, Jully was now finishing her work. She realized that it was much more difficult than she had imagined to shave her hair evenly. Even now, with all the pleasure turning into a memory, she still felt a lingering pleasure in what she was doing.
“Maybe this is the first time I can really see myself… I never thought I would do this; it must be a dream…” Jully ran her hands over her newly shaved head, feeling a mix of pride and frustration for taking so long to make this decision. “I think I’ll never let my hair grow back again,” she said to herself, laughing at the thought of how much money she would save on haircuts.
She then stood up, throwing all the hair on the floor and using it almost like a carpet.
“Fuck my hair, now I’m completely bald,” Jully declared, standing and admiring her own body.
“But there’s still one thing I wanted to do… This blade looks so inviting… It’s a shame I don’t know how to use it. But that’s enough for today,” Jully smiled, happy that there were still desires inside her that she hadn’t fully explored, and went to take a shower.
Now bald, Jully felt the water on her skin in a new and intense way. She bid farewell to all that hair, leaving only a small layer of “stubble,” as she thought to herself. She couldn’t feel more proud. When she got out of the shower, she realized she wouldn’t need to dry her hair—she had never dried so quickly.
It was a new life for her. Jully still had an experience she wanted to have, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to face it alone. She knew she wanted to see herself completely hairless, something the blade could provide. However, she began to consider that perhaps sharing this intimacy with someone might be more meaningful than doing it alone.
Before going to bed, Jully put on a robe over her body, warmed up a cup of tea, and took one last look at her yoga room.
“This place is definitely a mess; tomorrow I’ll have to clean up all this useless hair,” she said with disdain, while smiling and looking out the window. The city was empty. The connection she had with herself had never been so strong, and she couldn’t stop touching her bald head for a minute.
“I finally did it.”
Jully fell asleep slowly, her head resting on the pillow like a gentle massage. In her dreams, she saw herself as the girl she had always wanted to be. She had finally confronted her fears and experienced the greatest pleasure of her life.
