Nicole’s Hair Journal (Part 4)

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July 1, 2004

Bad news today. I got a phone call today by the police informing me that Jeff died in a horrific car crash. We have moved on with our lives ever since graduation, but apparently he hadn’t changed his emergency contact number on his phone. We never got serious beyond “friends with benefits” but when I heard the news, I felt a deep regret within me. I don’t know what else to say. I’m going to cry myself to sleep tonight…

July 3, 2004

After leaving Jeff’s funeral today, I felt I needed to commemorate his life by sacrificing that which is mine but that which I also shared with Jeff; my hair. My hair had grown to the same length as it was back when I was 16; butt length, and still maintained healthily straight and shiny.

Jeff had mentioned this hair fetish site once before. It didn’t take long to search for it on the web. I found it, contacted the site owner, and an appointment was made.

September 3, 2004

The day of my appointment with the owner of this hair fetish salon! I told him that I’m willing to go “all the way”, and he suggested that we do it in stages, to which I agreed. He asked me to call him “Peter”, which was obviously not his real name. Before we started, Peter instructed me to change into the bikinis which he had prepared. I wasn’t bothered. This was for Jeff.

After I had changed into bikinis, Peter led me into his studio where there were 3 video cameras positioned around a barbershop styled chair to record the whole footage from different angles. We started by doing some long hair modeling. After he was satisfied with the videos, he got me to stand against the wall with my back facing the cameras.

He started by trimming my butt length hair to waist length, slowly and carefully. Snip! Snip! Snip! I’ve never had my hair cut so delicately and intricately before, not even by a professional hair stylist! He later told me that he did it slowly on purpose to capture every precious moment on video. After about 5 minutes, the hair concealing my bum was no more; revealing my bum.

Next, he placed the scissors level with my shoulders and promptly snipped away the 2 feet of silky dark hair beneath the blades! Shick, shick, shick went the scissors as Peter lopped away those precious locks. With every snip of the blades, my hair fell heavily onto the floor with a loud thud! Before long, my bare back was revealed, leaving me with a long pageboy cut.

Peter then asked me to turn around to face the cameras. He proceeded to comb the front locks down over my face. At that point, I knew what was coming; bangs! The scissors slid into the bangs from the left temple and slowly hacked away at them. Snip! Snip! Snip! I felt the blades on my forehead as they made their way across; Peter must have given me short bangs to the middle of my forehead! With each snip, 8 inches of bangs fell to the floor, joining the longer 2 feet long tresses.

Next, I felt the scissors placed at cheek level. Snip! Snip! Snip! More hair fell to the floor as Peter cut the pageboy into a lip length bob. He worked his way around to the other side of my face. This was the shortest my hair has ever been since I was a little kid! But more was to come.

Snap! Buzz! It was the sound of electric clippers being turned on. The last time I heard it was back when I had to get my hair fixed after a school bully cut my hair. Hearing the sound brought back memories of my childhood… which was interrupted by Peter asking me to turn around to face the wall.

Zzz! Zzz! Zzz! A strange new sensation flooded through me as the clippers were brought to my nape. Weird, but it was a soothing feeling of the clippers vibrating on my nape.

After buzzing my nape, Peter turned me around a few times to capture the bob style from all sides. After he was satisfied with the footages, Peter snapped the clippers back on, this time without guards and plunged the clippers right down my head!

Zzz! Zzz! Zzz! It was literally raining hair as Peter continued to plow the clippers through my hair. Before long, the short bob had been clippered away into a crewcut – like Demi Moore’s in “G.I. Jane”. There was no mirror in the studio – it ‘confuses’ the cameras according to Peter – therefore, I couldn’t see how I looked then.

Next came the shaving cream and the razor blade, scraping away at the stubbles until I was completely bald. Bald! I have never ever imagined myself shaving my head, yet I am now bald. Not even when Jeff talked about some of the beautiful bald women he saw on the internet. Was Jeff’s ghost watching the whole transformation? I don’t know, but this I know; that I shaved my head the way he would want them shaved – in stages.

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