No thanks, I’ve made up my mind.

8PM and there was still traffic in the city because of the snowfall. I had to stay at work to wrap things up before our trip tomorrow. Now I was going to be pressed for time to pack. I couldn’t wait to leave it all behind. Read a book on the beach, swim in the Ocean.

Had to wake up extra early the next morning. Uber, security, wait, board the plane, wait, board the other plane, wait, customs, uber. I was exhausted but so excited we had made it to the hotel. The weather was so nice. We looked out of place with our long sleeves. Henry had picked the perfect hotel. We could see the Ocean from here.

We made it to the reception to get our keys. It was nice to see a friendly face.
-Hi we have a reservation for Henry and Chelsea.
-Great let me look you up. Trip here was ok?
-Well enough, kind of tired but glad to be in this beautiful place.
-Ok, I found your reservation. We had some cancellations so I’ll upgrade you to a room with Ocean view.
How nice of you!
Elena her name tag said. She wasn’t a model but she certainly had an aura to her. Pretty sure she was the manager with how smartly she was dressed. Nice top with a blazer over it. Mid thirties, 5’3”, petite. Kind of like me come to think of it. She had a darker complexion but I guess the biggest difference was her hair. Or lack thereof. She had a buzzcut. Just long enough to see that her hair was dark, maybe a couple grey hair here or there. Clearly my husband would notice that.

We thanked her and got to our room and finally dropped our bags off. She certainly gave us a nice room. Beautiful architecture, large window facing the ocean.
-I’m so tired. But you picked the most beautiful place Henry.
-“Thanks babe. We better hit the beach while the Sun is still out.” Henry responded.
-Can’t wait! I’ll go get ready.

I brought my bag to the bathroom. Also beautiful. All in tera cota tiles. Subdued lighting. I started pulling out my bikini when it struck me, in my rush I forgot to pack my straightening iron. Darn. I could pull my hair in a ponytail for the beach but I’d need it if we wanted to go out for an evening. I’ll sort that out later, we have an Ocean waiting for us.

I stood in front of the full length mirror and took my clothes off. I paused for a second. Hard work had paid off. Life had gotten in the way in the last little while but this Winter I made it a point to get back in shape. I’m still no athlete but I’m actually feeling more confident than ever. Maybe that’s age too, I started caring less about what others think.

I put on my red bikini and threw my pareo over it. Leaned in to the mirror, quickly fixed my makeup from the travel. I finally pulled my hair in a ponytail to hit the beach. My hair is quite dark and mostly straight. Cut into a cute little bob with a straight fringe. The only reason I can pull it up is because of my undercut. Yeah the hair at my nape is buzzed. See, Henry has a thing for hair. Well really a thing for clippered hair. He opened up about it years ago. It’s his kink. It’s a bit funny but at least it’s not too weird. It took us a while to find our stride. He can have his preferences but ultimately I’m the one wearing it. But I’ve indulged him over the years.

First by surprising him with an undercut. Not unlike the one I have now. Then there was the pixie phase. I’m a pretty adventurous girl, I like the idea of bold looks but I don’t always have the confidence to follow through with them. It took me a while to build up the courage for a pixie. It initially was kind of long by pixie standards. But over time I found what worked for me, a pretty short classic pixie. Think Emma Watson. A few times, I indulged Henry by getting the sides buzzed. To be honest I also kind of liked it. A bit more bold, a bit out of my comfort zone. I had let it grow to a bob for the winter. I flirted with the idea of a buzzcut a few times. I knew Henry would love nothing more. I actually thought most woman with one looked good. But I had never really considered it seriously. It was a bit too daring for me. I was something for other women.

Back to reality, I was finally ready to hit the beach!

Henry took about 5 second to get ready in his swim shorts. He had also needed a vacation. I sometimes forget how good my hubby looks. Tall, slim, ever caring.

We made our way through the lobby and wave hi to Elena on our way out. As we finally got outside and put our sunglasses on, I teased Henry: “Her buzzcut really suits her.” I knew that would get him going. But it really did suit her. It didn’t make her look masculine by any stretch of the imagination, it highlighted her features.

He blushed and responded, “You’re so right, she’s a great looking woman.”

We spent the rest of the day on the beach. First getting a bit of a tan. Then reading this book I had been putting off. Finally went for a swim.

We made our way back to the hotel. Had room service for diner. We went to bed early.

Next day was mostly rinse and repeat. Beach, read, swim. By mid afternoon we were making our way back to the hotel to take a break from the sun. We started talking about what we’d do for diner.
-“There’s that cute place we saw on our way in, want to check it out tonight?” Henry asked
-Yeah that sounds great! I’ll need to fix my hair if we want to go there though. And I forgot my flattening iron.
-Oh, ok. What do you want to do?
-Do you want to make your way back to our room and call to make a reservation? I’ll go to the pharmacy to get an iron.
-Yeah that sounds great!

Just as we were making our way to the lobby we saw Elena. She clearly had finished work. Gone was the blazer. She was wearing a dress, maybe a touch revealing, but in good taste. She wore large sunglasses and hoop earrings. Good thing I was also wearing sunglasses because I clearly stared at her. Even as she was behind us, I turned around to get a look. Her dress was opened in the back and accentuated her exposed neck.

Henry chuckled, I blushed.

– Alright, see you in fifteen minutes when I get back from the pharmacy.

Luckily it was close by. I stepped in, it was a pharmacy alright, harsh lighting and that pharmacy smell. I made my way to the hair care isle. Found the irons. Trying to figure the right one for me.

An employee was coming close to me with her cart and said
“Excuse me, I need to get in your way for a minute to stock the shelves back up.”

-No problem, I said.

Taking a step back, I had a view of the entire isle. I saw the clippers from the corner of my eye. I tried to concentrate on the straightening irons but they were staring at me. I guess that would be another option, I thought to myself. I had wondered in the past what I’d look like with a buzzcut. But I never entertained it seriously.

Focus on the irons Chelsea, yeah 1″ wide would be ok.

If were to buzz my head, would I look like a dude? Do I have an odd head shape? Would I rock it as well as Elena? Deep inside, I knew there was only one way to find out. Do I buy both and I can think about it? No that’s kind of stupid, what will I do with the iron if I end up buzzing it? Plus that’ll be one more thing to bring back.

-“Do you need help with anything?” The employee asked. Clearly, I had been just standing in front of the aisle for awkwardly long time.

-“No thanks, I’ve made up my mind” I responded. Did I, Chelsea, really say that? I could barely complete this thought as I picked up a pair of Wahl clippers and made my way to the register.

Not sure if the employee noticed that I started by looking at flattening irons and end up with clippers? But I was over caring what others thought at this point.

I made my way back to the room. My knees were weak coming to the realization of the decision I had just taken.

Henry:
“Hey babe, that took a while, hope you found what you were looking for. I got us a reservation, but it’s kind of late we still have about 3 hours.”

-“That’s great honey I’ll go get ready right away so we can relax before we go out. ” I try to say as casually as possible. Hopefully my voice doesn’t raise any suspicion.

I got to the bathroom. Again faced with the full length mirror. I take the clipper box out of the shopping bag. In some ways I’m not convinced yet. Am I going to like it? Do I do it today or wait? Should I let Henry know? I know he’d like nothing more than to make the first pass. But I wasn’t just doing this to please Henry. I actually wanted to be the kind of woman that rocks a buzzcut. I needed to do this on my own terms. I know he’ll come checking once he hears the clippers anyways.

I take my clothes off. No reason to wear a cape. I open the clipper box. What guard do I choose? My hands are trembling a bit as I’m sorting through them. Some of it nervousness, some of it excitement. #2 sounds about right. That’s what I used on the sides the few times I’ve cut Henry’s hair. That’s what Henry uses on my undercut. Short enough that I won’t need to style it and it’ll feel soft. Long enough that my scalp won’t be on full display. ‘Click’, as I discretely put the guard on. I then plug the clippers in.

I stand back. Take a good look: my soon to be gone hair, my face, my body. If I’m going to do it myself, I might as well go bold. I put the clippers against my bangs. Part of me wants to put the clippers back in the box and pretend this never happened. But I’ve made up my mind. I click the clippers to life. They’re louder than I expected. I take a deep breath and slowly push them backwards. For a while I could see hair falling down but I couldn’t see my head yet since it was obstructed by the clippers. I don’t think I blinked until I could see behind the clippers. Tiny hairs were standing up.

I finished the first pass. It was like a weight off my shoulders. I was actually doing it. No turning back now. The nervousness was gone, only excitement to see who was this person hiding behind the hair now. I quickly went in for a second and a third pass.

At this point I was expecting Henry to come barging in. Clippers should be like a bird call to him, no? I turned around and saw that he actually was in the doorway. He just hadn’t said anything. His jaw was literally opened. We locked eyes. He smiled. I grinned and took another pass.

There was hair everywhere at this point. For the moment, I looked kind of silly with only the hair on the top of my head gone. It was hard to tell what I was going to look like. I handed the clippers to Henry and told him to finish since I’d have a hard time seeing for the rest of the cut. He was more methodical then me. I was more relaxed now that the surprise was over. I finally started to notice the sensation of the clippers. This wasn’t my first time with clippers, but having them run all over your head was giving me tingles.

The buzzing sound got loud as he worked his way around my ears. Finally I was seeing what I was going to look like with a buzzcut. I was having a hard time making sense of it. Part of it was like a stranger looking back at me. But the more I got used to it, the more this stranger looked good without hair.

Henry took a quick break to change guards. He caressed me and said:

“I can’t believe you actually did this! I never thought you’d end up doing it on your own. I’ve imagined buzzing your hair a hundred ways, but this is by far the hottest! Babe, you look so good. I can’t believe this is happening!”

With even more attention, Henry worked his away around the edges with the shorter #1 guard. Cleaning up my temples, around my ear, working his way to my nape. He popped the guard off for a second and told me he was going to just fade the back to get the tiny hairs but still make the cut look soft. Before making his way to the other side.

And here my husband was talking about making my shaved head look soft. From what I can tell looking at his pants, he was anything but soft. He stood behind me, announced that the cut was complete. I reached up to finally feel my head for the first time.

“Oh my God” I quietly gasped. This felt amazing. So soft. My hair was so short I could barely grab it. I could almost feel the individual hairs as I brushed my hands through. My nipples got hard as I was experiencing this for the first time.

Henry got naked then grabbed me by the hips and sat me on the edge of the vanity counter. He knelled and started to go down on me. At first just teasing. I was slowly caressing my breasts.

He took a small break: “Babe, you’re simply amazing.”

I put my legs around his shoulders and dragged him back in. He matched my intensity and showed me new tricks with his tongue. He reached up to caress my breasts. I moved my hands up to my head. There was that feeling again. At the same time my now feather soft hair and this electric feeling on my scalp. At this point I’d have a hard time telling if I was getting more sensation from Henry’s terrific job or me slowly rubbing my newly buzzed hair. It was too much. As my hands made their way to my nape, I came. It was like a whole new experience. All of this bottled up tension, excitement and anticipation melted away.

Henry took a seat next to me. I was in a slight daze after this whole experience. I reached over. I’d rarely seen him this hard. I gave him a few soft strokes and that’s all he needed.

Savouring this moment, we kissed.

-“I should probably jump in the shower, I’m covered in hair.” I told him.
-“I can quickly sweep what’s on the floor. Enjoy the shower.” He winked.

I let the shower get warm before stepping in. Henry was practically done sweeping by the time I got in.

I started by getting the little hairs off my legs, torso and arms. I then put my head in the water stream. Wow, another new sensation! This time it was like getting a head massage. I just enjoyed the feeling of the stream on my head for a few moments. Then instinctively put a large dab of shampoo in my hands. I realized I barely need any as I put it on my head. I giggled to myself.

I stepped out of the shower, the mirrors were steamy. I grabbed a towel and started to dry myself off. Just a few passes of the towel on my head and my hair was dry. Amazing!

I then stepped up to the mirror and used the towel to wipe the steam off of it. My heart sank as I saw my reflection. What had I done? This was my first time really looking at myself without hair, without makeup. Did I look like I dude? Did my forehead look huge? I started to tilt my head from side to side to see myself from different angles. I was slowly starting to calm down. My eyes had never looked this big. My cheekbones were actually giving my face dimension. It was a shock but I liked what I was seeing the more I kept staring back at myself. Yeah I could rock this.

After a few moments, I started to get dressed with the cocktail dress I had brought with me. I put the largest earrings I had. I then methodically applied my makeup. Maybe a bit more than usual.

Not only did I look good, but this might be the first time in my life I think I look fierce. Most of all, I certainly didn’t look like a dude.

Henry had put on a nice shirt for the evening by the time I got out of the restroom.

-“You look incredible.” Was all Henry could say. Clearly in awe.

-“Thanks babe, I know you’ve wanted me to try this for a long time. I finally got to a point where I wanted to try it too.” I responded.

I put my sunglasses on and we made our way out the hotel and across the few streets to the restaurant. I wasn’t used to this many people looking at me. Some of it looked like curiosity. Though most seemed to approve. Maybe one of the woman I crossed look at me the same way I had looked at Elena?

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