Flattopstephanie
Marybeth was getting ready for boot camp having just graduated high school. She went to the beauty salon to avoid having her hair cut on her induction. She had really nice flowing blond hair to below her bra strap. Marybeth dreaded the idea of cutting off her long beautiful locks. Sally, having her caped in her chair and combing out her pretty long hair said, you’re such a pretty tiny little thing, I never would have imagined you in the marines.
As Sally combed out her hair and held the scissors, lifting up her long tresses and about to cut off 10”, Marybeth looked in the mirror horrified at what was about to happen to her beautiful hair.
She was so excited about joining the Marines and yesterday even had a tattoo with the marine moto Sempefi done on her butt cheek. She was pretty tough even though she was a very petite size 2 with nice perfect B cups.
But her hair was different, it was her crowning glory, she couldn’t come to grips getting it all cut off.
A second before the first snip, Marybeth bolted out of the chair and ran out the door. Her friend Jane caught up with her, Marybeth said, they’ll just cut it at bootcamp.
When she got home, her father said, we heard you ran out of your haircut at the beauty parlor. Shaking his head, What do you think they will do to all that pretty long hair at your induction tomorrow at the barber shop.
One of his friends said, they will have a field day with you, when they get you in the barber’s chair. They all laughed, except for Marybeth. Another said, you won’t be able to get up and leave there, if you give them any trouble they will just hold you down and strap you to the chair, and then buzz it all off.
Another of her dad’s friend said if they strap you down, they will just skin you, you’ll look like a cue ball. I would love to watch the barber cut off all of that beautiful hair.
Her father said in less than 24 hours from now, you’ll be in that barber’s chair. It will be a day you’ll never forget.
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She looked terrified as her father and his friends joked about her impending indoctrination and haircut. His tough but petite daughter was about to cry. Her father feeling sorry for her said I’ll take you to my barber now. It will be ok cupcake.
They drove to the barber shop and they walked in. He said my daughter is going to boot camp and needs to have all of this long hair cut off.
The barbershop was quite busy with boys from her school getting their summer cuts. the boys all looked at Marybeth with her long gorgeous blond hair as she took a number and sat down to wait her turn. They couldn’t believe they were going to see Marybeth get her beautiful mane sheared off.
When her turn came she nervously sat there. The barber said, come on, you’re next honey. Her father got up and took her arm and slowly moved her to the waiting chair.
Her father helped her into the chair and and the barber wrapped a tissue around her tiny neck, and followed with a black and white striped cape, securing it tightly. It felt like she couldn’t breathe.
The barber said that’s a lot of hair. She doesn’t want to show up and face the marine barber, they would skin her alive. With that glorious mane, they would make an example of her and buzz her head to a cue ball. The second time someone described her upcoming haircut putting that image in her mind.
We’ll just start by cutting most of this off and then buzz it down to a nice pixie. Marybeth started to tear up. her father took her hand and held it. the barber picked up his large scissors and as he was about to cut a large swath of hair, she cried, oh daddy.
The barber stopped for a moment and said maybe it will be a bit faster if I just use the clippers. With that he picked up his Oster 76 and placing them next to her ear, quickly cut a huge 18” length. She watched as it cascaded down her breast to her lap.
She gripped her fathers hand tightly as the barber continued to mow path after path of her long blond tresses. This continued for several minutes.
She had a rather short pixie. The barber said what do we think, shall I just clean up the sides a bit.
Marybeth’s father said sweetheart, I think we need to go shorter, much shorter. The barber suggested a short boys haircut, close on the sides and back. Her father said ok cupcake? She said yes daddy.
The barber changed attachments and starting at her nape cut the sides and back with a #1 attachment. The barber looked at her father, and they both just shook their head, and without saying a word, the barber switched to the 0000 attachment and went over her sides and back, this time peeling her down to nothing but skin.
Her father just looked at his sweet tough little princess, who now looked like a little boy. He always wondered what it would be like to have a boy, and now it looked like he did. He still thought she was adorable, even more so, with her shaved sides and nape. He thought she looked so cute.
When she arrived at boot camp the next day she discovered that she could have kept her long hair and just pinned it up, which a number of other girls did. Or they had short Bob or pixie cuts.
The drill Sargent gave her the nickname high and tight. Every week she was taken with the guys to have the side and back skinned clean. The last week she had the barber give her a flattop.
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On arrival at her induction, Marybeth was relieved to hear that if she didn’t’ want to get her hair cut, she could keep it pinned up in a bun, as long as she kept it completely off her face and neck.
She was very happy. Training was really tough and about half way through the first day, her hair fell out and dropped over her face and neck. One of the drill sargents yelled at her and said if that happens again, you and I are having a date at the barber shop, and I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again. Amy was horrified.
Several hours later, after an especially hard workout, it happened again. She quickly put it back up and pinned the bun in place. She hoped that the instructor hadn’t noticed.
On the way back to the barracks the drill sargent said, lets you and I take a little walk. She was very nervous, and sure enough they walked up and she saw the barber pole, and said please no. He said, if you quit now, you can keep your precious hair.
She shook her head and said Sir, no Sir. They walked in and the barber was finishing up for the day. He said I see the Princess has changed her mind. Too bad the beautician has left for the day and won’t be back until tomorrow. The drill Sargent smiled and said, she doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow do you Princess. She grimaced and said Sir, no sir.
How do you want it cut?
Marybeth said, Sir, short sir.
How short?
sir, very short, sir.
The barber said, well I can do that. Step right up and have a seat Princess. Marybeth reluctantly sat in the chair, and the barber wrapped a tissue tightly around her petite little neck. Then placed a striped cloth cape over her fastening it extremely tight, she could hardly breathe. He pulled a Bobby pin out and her long glorious hair fell down over her ears, past her nape and over her shoulders to her back. He said that is long and very beautiful. It will be a shame to cut it all off.
She wants a very short little boys haircut, don’t you Princess?
Sir, yes sir, she said.
What do you want?
Sir, a very short boys haircut.
Very good he said.
He added, She wants the sides and back white walled with a skin fade, isn’t that correct?
Marybeth said sir, yes sir, white walled with a skin fade, sir.
She couldn’t believe she was saying this and asking for a little boys haircut and the sides shaved to the skin.
The barber chuckled and picked up her Oster 76 clippers and starting next to her ear sheared off her long locks. Amy stoically watched without any expression as her beautiful long hair cascaded down. Inside she was horrified and had to keep rigid in place so she didn’t burst into tears. She held the porcelain armrests, griping them tightly.
When finished the barber said that’s some change little girl. Not so much a Princess any more.
Marybeth looked like a little boy. The Drill Sargent said next week she wants a flattop, isn’t that correct Princess.
Sir, yes sir, a flattop, sir. Marybeth said.
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