One Shaved Family
By JimB (C)opyright September 2022
I had a normal life growing up.
In high school I played basketball and was on the swimming team.
I was an excellent student and had two girlfriends. I had no problem getting dates.
In the mid nineteen sixties when long hair was in style, I wore mine long like all the girls.
I had a mop of thick blonde hair.
Some times I wanted to cut my hair shorter.
I even thought about shaving my head bald.
I had just entered high school when my uncle, Tim who is seven years older then me, shaved his head.
Uncle Tim was like a big brother to me and a great athlete.
I wanted to be like him in every way.
Uncle Tim wore his hair long like almost everybody just about did back then.
Uncle Tim discovered in high school he was losing his hair. He couldn’t faced it dead on.
Instead of worrying about it Uncle Tim decided to shave his head.
Being a swimmer he could get away with it.
Uncle Tim kept his head shaved from then on.
I was fascinated with his smooth hairless head and when I got a chance I liked to rub it.
I wanted to shave my head like him.
“If only my hair would thin out,” I would think to my self. “Maybe I could do the same.”
My hair was blonde and thick, I might never be bald.
I did not tell others my feeling not even Uncle Uncle Ted.
I just could not get over thinking about shaving my head. I knew I could if I wanted to.
I did not want to be an outcast among my friends.
And, all the boys liked my long hair.
I came up with a reason to get my head shaved.
And, that was to be on the swim team.
Just seeing those swimmers with their shining bald heads was more than I could bare.
In my sophomore year I decided to try out for the team and give up basketball.
So, I too could shave my head and still be accepted. All because I felt the need and desire to be bald like Uncle Tim.
This was my ulterior motive but I did not let on to anybody about my wanting to shave my head.
Now I had the opportunity to shave my head.
After being chosen for the swim team I was eager to just get rid of my long mop of hair once and for all.
I did not want to be over zealous about it.
So, I played along by telling the others I did not want to shave my head completely.
Inside, knowing this is what I craved to do
That year I was the last hold out.
When the time came to have my head clippered and shaved I put up a ruse.
I did not want them to know how much I was looking forward to it.
I was able to keep feeling to myself.
I had to admit it was a sensational experience.
What a great sense of pleasure I got out of having all my hair buzzed off and shaved smooth.
My parents were not the least bit thrilled when I made the swim team and I had to shave my head.
My uncle was shocked when he saw me with my head shaved.
He even asked me if I was going to keep it shaved.
Of course, I said, “NO” and it is just for swim season.”
It was true I wanted to just keep my head shaved.
Like everybody on the swim team, I grew my hair back after swim season.
But, I could not wait for swim season to start the next year, to shave my head.
I have to say I did excel in swimming.
But, for me just the feeling of the cool water on my shaven head was great. My yearning to keep my head shaved was my secret
Throughout high school I shaved my head for each season.
I thought about keeping it shaved my senior year.
But, I decided to wait until the fall, when I was away at college.
Where nobody would know me.
Fall came and off to college.
Nobody had any idea of what my plans were that first year.
Perhaps, it was a rebellion against long hair.
Or, just the desire to be shaved like Uncle Ted.
Anyway this would give me the opportunity to do it.
The time came when I had my head shaved in the dormitory.
A few on my floor had decided on a “Hair Cut Party”, where they would buzz their hair or shave their head.
I pretended I was not interested. Even though my roommate was getting her shaved.
I actually wanted to blurt out, “YES” I want to be shaved.”
But, I kept it to myself.
I wanted to at least watch the hair cuts and head shaving.
But, did not want to be too obvious.
The haircutting and shaving was going to be done in the bathroom on the floor.
I had seen chairs set up for the party.
Not to make myself too eager too see it happen, I decided to take shower.
I picked a shower which gave me a great view.
Waiting till it began I sauntered in to shower, not really to watch heads being shaved.
I was immediately asked if I was there to participate.
I answered, “No just in to take a shower.”
How stupid that was of they to think I was there to watch the haircutting.
But, I really was.
I did have a great view and kept getting called, “Come join us Alexia.
“Why not join us.”
I was eager to participate and could not wait any longer to join them.
Daniel and Monica literally drag me from the shower wanting to shave my head.
The two of them, as well as the six or so others, were shaved smooth.
I really wanted it as well.
I would not let on and I fought with a modest effort saying, “NO” I do not want my head shaved.”
Finally, it was coming to fruition I was going to be shaved again, just what I really wanted.
I accepted it with thoughts coming to me how great it was going to be. I now could once again being shaved like Uncle Ted.
I fought a bit more and was held.
Then, I said, “OKAY”, just this once to see how I like it.”
Knowing inside it was what I wanted and was planning to keep my head shaved.
No more hair for me.
The clippers felt great as my hair tumbled to the floor joining what was already there.
The warm lather and feel of the razor scraping away my hair was finally happening.
There I was shaved again and I liking seeing myself without hair.
Everyone told me it looked awesome and I should keep my head shaved.
I answered, “Maybe I just might.”
Only a couple of those who were shaved looked good with shaved heads, other than myself I thought.
One was Daniel who formerly had thick red hair.
The other was Stephanie, who was already showing some what advanced signs of hairless at nineteen.
It was over I was glad I had it done.
I then and there decided it was shaved forever.
Yes, I was keeping my head shaved no matter what other said.
Even if I was the only one who shaved her head in the dorm.
However, I wasn’t, Stephanie ended up keeping her head shaved as well.
And, I did just shaving my head daily too keep it smooth.
Upon returning home for a break during the holidays my parents were appalled.
I boldly stated I like it this way and was going to keep my head shaved, like Uncle Ted.
My uncle was not the least bit pleased when he saw me shaved.
He could not accept that somebody, with a full head of hair, would prefer to be shaved.
But, that is what I wanted.
Now I was graduated from college.
I have kept my head shaved since that day and never looking back.
Times sure have changed from the sixties.
No longer are women who choose to shave their head, seen as strange.
Both of Uncle Ted’s sons are shaving their head, as he is.
But, it came to be their choice due to their own start of hair loss.
That’s not the case with me. I probably still would have sone hair, if not all my hair.
I do not care.
I prefer to have my head shaved.
Even my husband, Carl, and daughter, Tamie, shaves their head by their own choice.
It was in high school my daughter shaved her head.
I had asked her what she wanted for his sixteenth birthday.
I had expected her to say a car and planned on taking her out to get one.
To my surprise her request floored me.
Instead of a car she asked if she could shave her head, like some of her boy friend friends.
I told her if that was what she really wanted. She could have shaved it anytime she wanted.
She said, “NO”, I just wanted to do it on my birthday.”
And, shave it she did.
By the way she still got the car.
Between her shining dome and new car she got her share of dates.
Tamie has graduated from college and recently got married.
And, yes she still shaves her head.
As for Uncle Ted and his two sons, who have sons, they shave their heads as well.
We are just one shaved happy family.
Even grandma and grandpa, who has given in to it in their later years.