J.lip
Emma looked about the hall, looking for a sign that indicated a Mrs. Morrison’s room. The room in question was for science and the teacher would be pissed if she showed up late . It was the first day of school, Emma didn’t want to be late on the first day of school.
The girl came across a sign that looked worn away, all she could make out was ‘Mrs. Moor’. Emma surmised this sign was for the science classroom. She hurriedly opened the door and stepped inside.
Letting her eyes adjust to her new surroundings, Emma saw no desks but chairs in front of mirrors in neat lines. She saw students, some of who were sitting in the chairs, and the teacher looking at the anomaly in the room.
”Oh, sorry. I thought this was the science room”,Emma apologized, turning back to the door.
”Could you hold a moment?”a feminine voice asked.
Emma turned round to see the teacher of the room coming up to her. The busty teacher put her arm around Emma and said,”I do believe you’re in here with us”
”Oh, no”,Emma began to explain as the teach slowly escorted her away from the door. She explained to the teacher that she was assigned to Mrs. Morrison’s science room but the teacher assured Emma that she was, indeed, mistaken.
”I’ll talk to the principal about this later so that we can get this straightened out. But for now, have a seat right here”,the teach gestured for Emma to sit in a chair in front of the class,”I’m Mrs. Moore, by the way”
”Emma”,the girl introduced herself as she reluctantly sat in the chair.
”Good to meet you”,Mrs. Moore smiled as she turned to her class,”Good morning, class. Welcome to cosmetology class. Today, Emma here will be my model and we will be covering bobs, lobs, and pixie cuts”
Emma’s eyes widened,”Uh, Miss. I don’t think I should be here”
”Nonsense”,Mrs. Moore smiled, seating Emma back into the chair before she could get out of it. Emma’s heartbeat started to beat a little bit faster as Mrs. Moore walked behind her and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders.
”Now which style should I give her, class?”Mrs Moore asked the class. Suggestions were given out in a flurry so a vote was held. A French bob was chosen as style. Mrs Moore got into her desk and pulled from it a navy blue cape. Tying it around Emma’s neck, Mrs Moore began to undo the girl’s updo that she had styled for herself just for the first day of school. A avalanche of Auburn came down to Emma’s shoulders.
Emma gulped as she watched the teacher comb through her hair. Mrs. Moore produced from her pocket a pair of scissors to which she began to chop away Emma’s hair at chin level. She went Emma, cutting half of her hair off. The bob was taking form and Mrs. Moore covered Emma’s eyes with hair then snipped that hair in a straight fringe for her.
The girl looked at the hair on the cape and floor as if it were a massacre. She sat frozen to her seat as Mrs. Moore tidied up the bob.
Teasing the bob a little bit, Mrs Moore looked at the class,”Doesn’t Emma look much better. But I fear that she’s still lacking something”
A blonde boy raised his hand and said,”She needs an undercut, Miss”
Mrs. Moore smiled,”Yes, Gordon. You’re absolutely right”
Emma would’ve thought it better if the boy just kept his mouth shut if he wasn’t in the chair but, alas, Emma was confined to her fate. Mrs. Moore began sectioning off the crown of Emma’s head. When she was done, Mrs. Moore got back into her desk and came out with clippers in her hand.
”Since today is the first day of class”,Mrs. Moore started,” I want to ease in newcomers. For that reason, I will not be a using a guard on the clippers. As we go along or if a certain hairstyle calls for it, I will help you apply the appropriate attachment to your device”
Mrs Moore’s class nodded in agreement and the woman came behind Emma again. She began tilting the girl’s head down to her chest and then said,”Class, could you come around so that you all can watch”
‘Why not’,Emma replied sarcastically in her head as her eyes watched as silhouettes on the floor got closer and rounded the chair. Ten she heard a pop! Emma could feel the clippers scaling her nape and clearing out the backside of her head. When Emma’s head was tilted to the right, she saw school boys and girls smiling, recording her shearing like this was a public event. Emma couldn’t feel any hair on the sides of her head when her head was tilted straight back up.
The class looked at her with curiosity in their eyes and embarrassment grew inside Emma’s mind, she couldn’t stop herself from blushing.
”Aw, she likes it”,a female student said, pointing out the redness on Emma’s cheeks.
”I’m sure she does”,Mrs. Moore felt up the short stubble before shutting off the clippers for good.
Author’s note:
sorry,, I don’t know how to end this.
Wow I absolutely loved this story! The premise was amazing, and I enjoyed all the details you included. I think I would be even more embarrassed than Emma if I accidentally walked into a cosmetology class and received a haircut from the teacher in front of all of her students.
Thank you very much for writing this story! I really appreciated the work you put into this story.
Love the story. Maybe she should get another cut as the class continues.
Amazing story! Could we have a part 2 that Emma goes shorter?