Nicole’s Hair Journal (Part 3)

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March 23, 1996

My hair has now grown as long as Chloe’s hair as it was 2 years ago! Joanne had just trimmed it for me just then and even then it now hangs just below my butt (covering it completely)! I absolutely love my super longhair. Keeping it healthy and shiny is an immense task; somewhat like caring fora pet! But it’s definitely worth it!

June 15, 1996

Today I cut six inches from my hair! I can’t stand the pain anymore of accidentally sitting on my hair and pulling them. I got Vanessa to cut it up to just above my bum. This way it is still very long but won’t get sat on!

(I sent those six inch locks to Jeffrey in an envelope! He always compliments my hair; I thought I’d tease him!)

June 26, 1996

My sweet sixteenth birthday is tomorrow! So excited!

June 28, 1996

I almost couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror today with those bangs! Last night was crazy… I couldn’t believe my double misfortune! It started with a game of Jenga. To make things interesting, the punishment for toppling the Jenga tower was a forced haircut. Oh, why did it have to be me to topple it?

Everyone in the room gasped when I toppled it, at the prospect of me – the birthday girl with the longest hair in the room – getting the punishment! There was chaos in the room after that; the guys shouted “Cut, cut, cut!” while the girls screamed “No! Don’t do it!”. Not wanting to spoil the mood of the party, I did not chicken out.

I got my cousin Amanda to do the honours. Someone went to get some old newspapers and lined the floor with them. Phone cameras clicked away as Amanda brushed and cut my hair. She decided to be lenient on me and cut it at mid-back level. But still, I lost almost a foot of my previously near butt-length hair!

The worst bit was that it wasn’t the end. We played Jenga a second time and again I toppled the tower! I’m really bad at this game and I wish I hadn’t played it! Vanessa was given the scissors this time round. She wanted to make me into her “twin” and she gave me bangs!

Snip, snip, snip! I lost another more than a foot of hair from my front hair! Now they’re just beneath my eyebrows, making me look almost like an entire new person – Vanessa’s “twin”…

No more Jenga for me!

December 20, 1996

My bangs had grown out long enough to be tucked back behind my ears. Today, my mum brought me to this new salon which had opened in town to try them out. Amanda has been pestering me to change my “blunt cut” look into the more trendy point-cut wispy layered look which everyone else is wearing. I was reluctant initially because I’ve always felt that my blunt-cut hair makes me unique. But I gave in today and decided that a change for this Christmas is not such a bad idea.

It was the longest time I’ve ever spent getting my hair done! The stylist seemed to take her sweet time plunging her scissors slowly into my hair, thinning it while maintaining the length. I have to admit my head feels a lot lighter with those internal layers added. The stylist also changed my middle part into a side parting and gave me side-swept bangs. Still trying to get used to it falling into my face all the time though.

November 19, 1997

For the past whole year, I’ve been maintaining the same hairstyle, returning back to the salon every 2 months to get my hair trimmed. Today, I’ve decided to grow out my layers and side swept bangs. My school prom is next year and I wanted my hair to have full volume by then.

August 30, 1998

My hair has grown into a V-shape at the back; longest at waist length and the shortest layer is around bra-strap length. My bangs have grown out way below my chin. Prom is just a week away! I want my hair to be blunt cut to my shoulders!

August 31, 1998

I told the stylist that I did not want any layers at all, and wanted it all blunt cut, to which she complied. She snipped my hair right across my back about 3 inches below the top of my shoulders. She had to cut off about a foot of my hair at its longest point to even up the length! But it was worth it. Everyone at the prom said how much healthier and more voluminous it is with a blunt cut one length style just below my shoulders.

December 31, 1999

The last day of the millennium! Chloe convinced me to do something which I’ve never in my life every thought of doing; donate my hair! My hair had grown to the small of my back, kept blunt cut straight one length from last year.

All eyes stared as me when I entered the salon. Who wouldn’t? A young lady with beautiful waist length hair about to chop it all off Is quite a sight. After washing my hair, the stylist tied my hair into a loose ponytail, and cut it while it’s still wet!

Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch, went the sound of the scissors hacking away at my hair at the base of my nape. It was surreal to feel the cold blades of the scissors touching my nape! I’ve never felt anything like that before; not since I was a child. The thick ponytail put up quite a fight, but the scissors triumphed in the end.

The stylist placed the wet ponytail in my hands after that! It was the weirdest feeling in my life; holding my own cut-off ponytail in my hand! Since it was wet, it felt like a slimy animal. I was amazed at how long it was; 26 inches! I did shed a few tears then, but surprisingly I didn’t weep. Perhaps I knew that this was going to a good cause; to a child who needs it more than I do.

The stylist tidied up the rough bob and I walked out of the salon with a stylish long inverted bob! The back was cut short to the base of my nape, while the front was 3 inches below my jaw. It felt weird at first to have all that weight lifted from my head, but I’ve grown to love this haircut!

January 5, 2000

Everyone at college commented on how great my hair looked. I sent Jeffrey a photo of me in my new hairstyle to tease him again, knowing how he loved my previous long hair.

April 25, 2002

It has been more than 2 years since I last wrote here! So much has happened. Jeffrey and I have been friends with benefits for just over a year now. Just a couple of weeks ago, he admitted he has a “hair fetish”. I still don’t understand it, but apparently he gets really turned on by hair. So that’s why he showed such great interest in my hair (which had grown to the small of my back now) all these while.

I was curious to understand more about his fetishism, so I decided to ask him to trim my hair today. The look on his face when I requested that was unbelievable; he looked like he was going to explode in sheer excitement any moment! I limited him to cut no more than 4 inches, which would bring the length up neatly to mid-back length, which he did.

His pants budged the whole time he trimmed my hair. I could literally feel that he was going to explode any moment. Well, we went straight upstairs immediately after he was done, and oh boy… an unforgettable night!

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