My St Baldrick’s Experience

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Today was finally the day. A day that was almost exactly a year in the making. You see it was last year when I had a brainwave. I saw flyers for a St Baldrick’s event in my local town, to be held at the local community center. Being someone with a hair fetish really I had no choice in my mind but to go and pay a visit. 

 

And damn, what an experience it was. I had expected to see mostly men participating but was pleasantly surprised to see plenty of women too. I couldn’t help but watch from start to finish a girl in her early 20s, around my age, have her blonde shoulder length hair shaved off. It was a very arousing experience. I especially loved how much of a spectacle it was, a large crowd watching, cheering when the barber would first plunge the clippers into their victims hair. And I found myself feeling some jealousy. Jealousy towards the barbers that is. There they were with the opportunity of a lifetime (at least in my eyes that is), wielding clippers and sending hair to the floor and it was all for a good cause! 

 

As the event wound to an end I became curious. I lingered around after most other spectators had left and the cleaning up had begun. I struck up a conversation with one of the volunteers, Anita. I asked how the event had gone today and engaged in some other mundane small talk. After a couple minutes I moved the conversation into the topic that really piqued my interest. 

 

“So who are all these volunteers, all of them are like trained stylists?” I ventured. 

 

Her answer somewhat surprised me. Most of them had some sort of experience, but not actually that many of them were full time stylists. 

 

“Do you have some training? Unfortunately we were a bit short this year so we can always use help.” She said.

 

I went for the opportunity I saw in front of me. 

 

“Yeah actually I do” I lied. “My cousin runs a barbershop so I used to work at his” Somewhat true, my cousin Miles does own a barbershop but I’ve never worked there. 

 

“Well like I said we always need help, I’ll give you my number if you ever would like to volunteer next year?” 

 

And just like that I saw my dream coming to life in front of me. Now I had to make sure I at least sorta knew what I was doing with a pair of clippers, so I texted Miles. I made up a kinda reasonable excuse that I had witnessed a kid on campus giving haircuts in his dorm, and making decent money from it, and that I wanted to do the same. So for a week Miles let me shadow him at his barbershop, he taught me the basics and as the summer ended and I went back to college I felt confident I at least wouldn’t be so bad my cover would be blown. 

 

My junior year somehow went by even faster than my sophomore year. Throughout the year I couldn’t help but keep thinking about the opportunity I might have in the upcoming summer. I returned home from school in mid may, and with the St Baldrick’s event scheduled for July 18th I decided to message Anita about helping. I cannot explain how nervous I was when I sent the text, I became convinced I would be rejected or Anita would not reply or they would already have enough volunteers. After pacing back and forth in my room for 15 minutes straight, I heard my phone buzz. 

 

My heart leapt when I read her reply : Yes! We still don’t have enough barbers so your help would be greatly appreciated 

 

And well that brings us to today.  The event was starting at 1, but I had to be there at 12 to get debriefed and help finish setting up. I had crazy butterflies in my stomach all morning, a mixture of excitement and also some nerves. Mostly nervous that I would fuck something up. 

 

I was required to bring my own cutting supplies while a cape would be provided at the event. In my backpack I had some recent purchases for today. A pair of silver scissors I had picked up online for about 30 bucks and then a pair of corded clippers. This was after all a once in a lifetime opportunity I slightly splurged on these purchases. After browsing around online a bit I decided the Osters Turbo 111 would be the perfect clipper. From what I had read they were big, powerful and great at removing all types of hair. I had made sure I knew how to properly turn them on and off and attach the guards. Just holding the machine was turning me on and I couldn’t resist imagining having a girl sit in front of me and being literally required to shave her down. God dammit what lucky man I am. Unless of course I somehow don’t get allocated a single girl the whole time. Or when I do she’s some grandma. Well, let’s not try to go there. My fingers were crossed. 

 

I walked into the location a minute before 12 and that was after arriving at 11:30 and sitting in my car until I was still perfectly on time but not seeming weirdly overeager and early. I think you catch my drift. 

 

The community center was already completely decked out. It was a large gym/hall space maybe the size of 3 basketball courts next to each other. In the center there were a number of chairs in a circle facing outwards. Green St Baldrick’s capes were already draped across them. Spread out against the walls were an array of tables and booths; a before and after photo booth, a sign in table, DJ set and a face painting table to name a few. 

 

Anita greeted me warmly and put me straight to work as I helped move the extension cords to within the circle of hairdressing chairs. 

 

I met the rest of the barbers, most of them middle aged and friendly. I tried to say as little as possible, convinced the more I talked the more likely people would realize I wasn’t really a barber. 

 

After about 20/30 minutes of helping out we all came together and Anita went over some things to remember. 

 

“We got some first timers here today, so please don’t hesitate to ask questions or if you need help with anything just let us know” She said nodding towards me and other newbies. 

 

“Like you read in the emails I sent out there is obviously a bit of a time constraint so work efficiently but obviously don’t rush and nick their head or something.” she said looking at the barbers as they nodded approvingly back. “Some people will want to take pictures during and stuff, so you know that’s allowed and let them do that but also try to sorta move things along at the same time okay? Sounds good?” 

 

Everyone murmured back agreeing. 

 

Already the first shavees were starting to filter into the center. I moved over to my allocated chair and prepared for my first client. I said around slightly awkwardly for close to 15 minutes before I saw one of the volunteers walking over with a guy behind her. 

 

Okay, okay I said to myself I’ll be starting with a guy that’s fine. 

 

The volunteer was a girl called Veronica, a rather attractive blonde in her early 30s. 

 

“Okay this will be your barber,” she said to the man, montioning to me. 

 

The man was probably in his 40s or 50s with graying slightly curly hair. 

 

“How are we doing?” I said, extending my arm. 

 

I whizzed through the haircut. The clippers worked a charm as I rather effectively clipped away the hair. I swear it took no longer than 3 minutes. 

 

I was quietly proud of how professionally I had administered my first shave. As the newly bald man got up and left I scouted the room, crossing my fingers that a girl would be next in my chair. 

 

To my dismay it wasn’t. Another middle aged man was followed by a elderly man. 3 shaves in and still no luck. 

 

As I finished up with the pensioner in my chair I scanned the crowd in front of me. A girl caught my eye. She was my age, possibly slightly older and wearing one of the green St Baldrick’s shirts that most shavees had on. Surrounding her was a bunch of what looked like family and friends. I couldn’t lie I was excited just looking at her. Surely she was a shavee I prayed. And she was hot. In fact she was stunning. She had this brunette hair with golden highlights falling to her breasts and had a nose ring which I found pretty attractive. And goddamn she had a beautiful face. 

 

I looked around slightly. The 2 other barbers in my little section weren’t near finishing. If I could get rid of this old fart in my chair surely she would be mine. After just another 30 seconds I whipped off the cape and he stood up rubbing his head. 

 

Nervously I waited to see what would happen. To my delight I saw Veronica approach the brunette in the crowd. I saw I almost fainted when she pointed at me. The brunette and I made eye contact and traded smiles. Woah she had a good smile. 

 

She turned to who I assumed were her parents, gave them hugs and made her way to my chair. 

 

My legs felt weak with excitement. 

 

“Hello” I said as she approached me. 

 

“Hey” she smiled back. 

 

“Please take a seat” I said feeling somewhat unsure of what exactly to say. Her attractiveness had scrambled my brain.

 

She turned and lowered herself into the chair. Her hair fell down her back before she flipped it over her shoulder, running her fingers through it. It was very pretty hair I noted, thick, with a slight wave and falling to a point just past her shoulder blades. It looked well maintained, the hair of someone who cared about their hair. 

 

“My name’s Harry by the way” I said. 

 

She turned her head to face me, “Victoria. Nice to meet you” 

 

“So we’re going for the shave I’m assuming?” I said. It was arousing just mentioning the word shave. 

 

“Yep” she said smiling to her little band of fans in the crowd. Onlookers were close enough to hear what the shavee and barber were saying. 

 

I turned around to my spread of equipment. I grabbed the large claw clip I had bought and moved back towards her. 

 

“Excited?” I asked. I knew I wanted to try and gauge how she was feeling. 

 

“Yeah, bit nervous too,” she said, nodding. “My first time as you can probably guess” 

 

“Think this is the longest hair we’ve had in the building today” I said, not afraid to sound somewhat cruel, “So I definitely understand you being nervous. Just need to put up your hair quickly okay?” 

 

“Yep sure” she replied. 

 

I pulled her hair from over her shoulder. It was lovely and soft. Touching it was turning me on even more.  I then pulled it upwards on top of her head before clipping it into place. For my first time doing such a maneuver I think I executed it pretty well. 

 

With her hair off her shoulders and neck I reached for the neck paper. As it fit it snuggly around her slim neck another volunteer walked by sweeping away the hairs on the tarp floor. 

 

Perfect I thought now only her hairs would hit the floor, not mixed with the gray hairs from earlier. 

 

I grabbed the green cape and shook it out. I swung the cape across her body, tightening it at her neck. Pulling away the clip, her hair tumbled down the back of the cape. 

 

I couldn’t help running my fingers through the hair a few times, as I pulled it back slightly so it ran against the back of the cape. 

 

“We’re going all the way yeah?” I asked. 

 

“Shaving you mean?” she said, turning around slightly looking confused. 

 

“Yeah but with no guard?” I said. As Anita had mentioned again previously, no guard was the standard practice at St Baldricks. 

 

“What does that mean?” she said, turning completely to look at me before turning to make eye contact with some of her family members. 

 

“Like normally we don’t use a guard on the clippers. So it’s to the skin.” 

 

She seemed somewhat uncertain. 

 

“Urmmm” she said looking into the crowd for help. “Or what are the other options?” 

 

“My sides are a 2” a guy who might’ve been a brother or a cousin said turning his head to the side to demonstrate. 

 

“Yeah well we could also do a longer length” I said slightly annoyed. “ Like a 2 is 2/8s of an inch. But just to keep in mind when someone loses their hair it’s to the skin you know. That’s why we normally do no guard.” 

 

Victoria still looked uncertain. 

 

“Let’s just do no guard” I decided for her. “Like it grows out to a number 2 in a week anyways” 

 

She nodded. 

 

“Yeah?” I said wanting to confirm with her. 

 

“Yeah” she said, nodding. 

 

“Alright awesome” I couldn’t help myself feel her hair again. I gently lifted a handful before letting it fall. “Let’s get started then” 

 

“Okay” she said and I saw her chest rise as she took a deep breath. 

 

I turned back to the table behind me and grabbed the clippers. Using a small brush I swept away some small hairs still on the blade. As I turned around I saw that phones were out in the crowd, filming what was about to take place. It was the spectacle I had dreamed of.

 

I quickly turned the clippers on, checking all was working smoothly before switching them back off. Victoria must’ve made a face as the crowd laughed at her reaction. 

 

“Oh my god” she said, shaking her head. 

 

“Deep breaths Victoria!” someone called from the crowd. 

 

I came to her side and made eye contact with her. 

 

“You ready?” I asked, unable not to smile as I said so. 

 

Victoria didn’t seem to have a smile left in her. She had quite an intense look on her face. 

 

“I’m ready” she said then took a deep breath. 

 

I positioned myself behind her. I raked my fingers from the front of her hairline across her head. I was so aroused I couldn’t help but repeat it a few times. 

 

“Going to go right down the middle alright?” I said almost licking my lips at the idea. 

 

Her eyes were glued forwards. “Ok” she muttered. 

 

I flicked on my clippers. I pulled back the hair at her forehead again. My dream was happening right in front of me and I could barely believe it. 

 

“Here we go,” I said gently. 

 

I bought the clippers up towards her head. With my left hand pulling back the section of hair my clippers slowly entered her hairline. As slowly as I dared I pulled the roaring machine through the abundance of perfected highlighted tresses. I reached the top of her head and pulled away my clippers.

 

 In my left hand I held a clump of the hair I had removed. For theatrical value I lifted the hair up and the crowd began hooting and clapping. Bringing it in front of Victoria I let the soft locks slip through my hands. They bounced across the cape, sliding to the ground in front of her. 

 

“No going back” I said with a grin. 

 

Victoria managed a laugh. 

 

“Let’s leave her like that!” someone called from from the crowd. 

 

“Nooo” Victoria groaned back. She looked rather comical with a strip of pale skin down the middle of her head. 

 

I decided to dive back in. 

 

Pulling back the hair again I brought the clippers up to her forehead. Placing them just to the right of my first incision I steadily pulled the clippers across her scalp. I didn’t bother catching the hair this time, happy instead to watch bundles of her tresses slide satisfyingly down the side of her cape to the floor. 

 

The strip of pale skin had doubled in size now. I placed my left hand on the bare skin as I repositioned her head slightly. It was a strange sensation. I moved her head slightly to her left and brought the clippers up to her head again. Placing them to the right of the section I had already shaved I pulled it across the hair. The massive clippers made short work of her brunette hair. 

 

The satisfaction of watching the bundle of soft hair rolling down the side of the cape is hard to explain. To her right on the floor was already a sizable pile of hair. 

 

I moved to her right side. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

 

“Holding up okay?” I ventured 

 

“Yeah” she snapped back, not opening her eyes. 

 

“Hope you’re not having any regrets” 

 

She didn’t appreciate my humor and I didn’t get a reply from her. 

 

I placed my hand against her head tilting it to the left. I lifted a chunk of hair by her right ear. Holding it out at a 90 degree angle from her head I paused for a second. I lifted the clippers to her side and ran them across her hairline horizontally. The clippers were wide enough to plow through the entirety of the section in my hand. I reached the end of the section and suddenly the mass of hair in my hands was disconnected from her head. 

 

I gently placed the hair on her cape next to her shoulder and it slowly slid down the cape, this time stopping by her curve made by her knees. Victoria opened her eyes and I saw them drop to take in the hair sitting atop her. 

 

I pushed her head to the left again and quickly removed the small strand of hair left by her sideburn region. 

 

Victoria’s eyes were beginning to mist over. 

 

I made another pass behind her ear, shearing away more of her tresses as they slid to the floor. 

 

I now positioned myself to stand behind her. Most of the right side of her head was bare, white skin showing. I gently moved her head forward, tucking her chin to her chest. 

 

I ran my fingers through the hair that streamed down from the back of her head. I took a handful from the right most side and lifted it upwards. I brought the clippers to her nape and slowly pulled them up her hairline. 

 

Slowly I could feel the hair disconnect from her skull and I was then holding a bundle of the soft hair in my left hand. I gently tossed it to the ground. 

 

I repeated this technique, pulling out a hunk of hair and then pushing the clippers up. I was supremely focused as I dropped handful after handful on the floor. 

 

“Take a look how big this pile is” I said as I paused for a moment. 

 

She turned and looked down to her right. I had purposely been dropping all the hair onto one big pile and when she saw it she bit her lip. 

 

“Don’t cry, you’re beautiful!” someone called from the crowd. Of course telling someone to not cry hardly ever helps and I heard a sharp inhale and sniffle from Victoria. 

 

Undeterred, I kept moving the clippers up the back of her head. Then I was at her left side. I raised the clippers back to the top of head, to the left of my initial pass of the clippers. I gently pushed her head forward. Slowly the buzzing machine pushed across the top of her head. Hair waterfalled down her front, piling up on the cape. 

 

I made another pass and more hair tumbled. Only a small amount of hair remained on her left side. I moved to the side of the chair and lifted up the remaining hair, shearing it off. I held the last of her long hair and dangled it in front of her face. 

 

“Last little bit of your hair” I teased. I tossed it to the ground. 

 

With little patches of her head not perfectly shaven I ran my clippers over her scalp, moving her now bald head to the side as needed. I noticed now that her cheeks were slightly wet and her eyes puffy. I felt ever so slightly bad for her but remained extremely turned on. Her head looked unbelievably small without the mass of hair and I as I moved to in front of her to go over the front of her cropped head I noticed her eyes seemed to look larger now too. 

 

“You really had some nice hair,” I remarked. “And a whole lot of it too” I gestured to the piles of scattered around her. 

 

She nodded silently, blinking away tears. 

 

Satisfied with the evenness of her shaved head I unclipped the cape and as I pulled it away from her the hair that had been resting atop it slid to the ground. 

 

With the cut over I exhaled, realizing I had been almost holding my breath the whole time. I hoped my erection hadn’t been noticeable. 

 

Victoria’s hands went directly to her head once the cape was gone and I could hear the air escape her mouth as she gasped. 

 

“Oh my god” she stammered. 

 

The crowd murmured out compliments but I was struggling to hear things clearly anymore, I fell into this strange daze. I had become so aroused the whole time and had just noticed how hot I was feeling. 

 

She stood from her chair, her hands still exploring her bare head and slowly walked away, as if she was unsure her legs would hold. 

 

“Thank you” she turned around briefly and sniffled again. The bare head was shocking, especially considering the lush highlighted waves she had before but she was pretty and a shaved head wasn’t going to change that. 

 

“You’re welcome” I smiled back. Looking down at the hunks of the thick hair laying around the floor gave me a rush. I kicked the majority of it into a makeshift pile. 

 

I had to run to the toilet to relieve myself of my raging erection and everything still felt somewhat surreal as I returned, I was in such shock that I had been able to act out my dream like that. 

 

The rest of the day blurred by, none of the shavees stood out like Victoria and I worked efficiently for the rest of the day. As the day wound to an end Anita stopped me as I was walking to the exit. 

 

“See you next year?” she asked. 

 

“Most definitely” I smiled back. 

 

As I sat down in my car and rested my head, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and reminisce today’s events. I found myself laughing, it had all seemed too easy. What a day it had been. 





Hey guys, it’s been a bit of a while, caught up with a mix of IRL responsibilities and writers block. This is a bit of a different story to usual, a fun little project I wrote on a bit of a whim so it reads a bit more informal. Hoping to have some more projects out soon and hope you enjoyed. As always comments are greatly appreciated.








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