Decision

And so at dusk I found myself there. Everything was ready. All it took was for someone to take them and use them. On me, of course about.

 

The very quiet day spent between one cut and another had allowed me to imagine the sensations I would feel that evening. I was determined to do it. After a long time thinking about what it would be like, I could finally live that experience firsthand. For that job I needed another person to assist me. Then I called her. The appointment was scheduled at my salon for closing time, around 6.30pm. She accepted without hesitation. As I had thought.

 

Another special day was coming to an end. At 6pm the sun was already about to set. By that time, the last cut of the day was wrapping up. For the remaining minutes until closing time I swept the freshly cut hair on the floor.

Finished.

Now I could dedicate myself to preparations. I was so excited.

 

I turned the sign on the door from ‘OPEN’ to ‘CLOSED’.

 

I placed clippers, straight razor and shaving cream on the shelf . This was all that was needed. I sat down in the chair and looked at myself in the mirror. I was prepared by now. After all the dreams I’d had and the same kind of cuts I’d made, I was ready. The impressions left on people were always positive. It always turned out to be a pleasant surprise. No one had ever complained about it. I opened the dresser and took out the blue cape. The hands tying the cape around my neck gave me a strange sensation. It was unusual for me to do that to myself. Usually it was the clients’ hair that fell on the cape, but this time it would be mine.

 

I was anxiously awaiting her arrival. In the meantime I sat on the chair in front of the mirror with the blue cape covering my entire body. When she came in she would have find me with my head turned towards the mirror, all ready.

 

The door swung open. The very long legs climbed the step and entered, with the rest of the body. She was even more beautiful than when I last saw her. The hair had already grown back significantly. The crew cut I gave her was now a mid-neck length bob. It almost looked like mine but hers was longer.

 

“I see you’ve already prepared. What a pity! I wish I could have done everything myself! Dress up in your shoes for once. As you can see, I had already gotten into the role!”

 

Running her hand through her mane she pointed out how her hair looked a lot like mine. For the entire duration of the cut I would continue to keep my gaze fixed in the mirror, keeping an eye on my hair.

 

“I thought you might like to see me already getting on with the work.”

 

“And in fact it is so. But I would have liked to do what you did with me last time. I want to have fun too!”

 

She placed her bag on the waiting chairs and headed towards the one where I was sitting. From behind, she grabbed my head from the sides and started acting her role.

 

“How did you plan to make it?” the exact words I said to her that time. I played along.

 

“It’s been very hot outside lately. With so much hair like that it’s impossible to breathe. I want something short, very short.”

 

“So you want me to give you a short cut. Let me think… mmmh… I could give you a very light short cut or a flattop. If I’d give you a flattop, it would take a lot of weight and heat off of your head.”

 

“Yes, but it’s still not enough. I want to make sure I don’t feel the heat anymore, permanently. And then I would also like to try something new.”

 

“Then I know what to do with you.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“A complete head shave. Using a clipper I will cut off the entire length of the hair and finally, using a straight razor, I will completely shave the remaining hair. With the smooth head you will no longer feel any heat, assured.”

 

“I think it’s a good idea. But are you sure that I won’t feel hot anymore?”

 

“Absolutely. I once tried to shave it too and I guarantee you that you’re feeling the heat slipping away from your head. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s better if I shave mine off afterwards too and this time completely, even the top.”

 

“So…let’s get started. Cut everything off!”

 

“Do not worry.”

 

Finally. She was about to begin. Her hand picked up the electric razor from the shelf and turned it on. Soon there would be no more second thoughts. She held it close to my forehead. I closed my eyes. The blades were against my skin. Suddenly, part of my head felt cooler and lighter. A few strands fell onto my nose. Finally she had begun. I had been waiting for that moment for so long that it almost didn’t seem real. Now my head was being shaved. No more hair would remain, like the heat.

 

I felt the noisy blades go through my head from side to side. The coolness was already taking the place of the heat. The razor returned to the forehead, ready for another pass, one of many. More strands fell from various places of my head. I had the impression that they were cut forming a kind of wave. The emotions I was feeling were indescribable. That new experience was not comparable to any other I had tried. It was a mixture of excitement and satisfaction at the same time, mixed with the doubt of how I would have looked. Everyone should try it at least once in their life. It feels like being freed from yourself. Abandon the old self and make room for a new, more revolutionary one.

 

Half of my hair was now on the floor, or so I thought since I kept my eyes closed the entire time. Now I could feel her behind me. She was running the blades on my nape. With each pass I felt more and more air. Only the left side was missing. In less than two minutes everything was already solved.

 

The noise stopped and in its place there were now footsteps. Quickly, they moved away from me to the shelf. The woman put down the clipper to spread shaving cream on her hands. Not even time to feel nostalgic for those hands that had touched my head all the time when they immediately returned to keep me company. The foam was distributed evenly throughout. More footsteps were heard. The razor opened.

 

“Now don’t move, sweetie.”

 

Her left hand held my head still while her right hand shaved almost the entire nape of my rough neck with the razor. Now the excitement was even greater. I felt the urge to tremble but I held back. Pass after pass the razor also passed on the sides and from there continued to the top. The cutting was almost done. All that was missing was the against the grain to ensure a complete success of the shave.

Done.

 

“As promised, a full head shave sweetie!”

 

I decided to open my eyes at last.

 

I could not believe it. My dream had come true. Every emotion, every sensation I felt was how I had always imagined it. I looked even more beautiful than before.

 

“Wow.” Was all I could say.

 

“You are such a sweetheart with this style!”

 

Now I could feel the cool breeze passing all over my head. I ran a hand over it. It was very smooth. She had done an exceptional job.

 

“I had a blast! From now on, when you decide to do it again, always ask me to help you!”

 

I nodded with great pleasure.

 

All my locks was now lying on the floor. For being short, they were a large amount. I closed my eyes to reorganize my thoughts. I had finally done it. I was fully satisfied with the new me.

 

Suddenly, I felt the woman’s hands grab me by the sides. She lowered me and she gave me a kiss with her plump lips on the middle of my head. I opened my eyes again and looked at her.

 

“You are very beautiful.”

 

At those words, my lips came closer to hers. The sunset light that passed between our mouths grew smaller and smaller, until it disappeared. A kiss blossomed from our lips. I don’t know why I did it. It was completely involuntary. The thought of touching her mouth to mine to thank her seemed so natural.

 

Slowly and reluctantly, then, our faces separated. We both looked into each other’s eyes. Her cheeks were all red.

 

“S-Sorry… I didn’t mean…”

 

My words were interrupted again by her lips. This time it was she who kissed me. She then put her index finger on my mouth.

 

“Shh…it’s okay…let’s not ruin this moment.”

 

With those words, the woman went to sit in the seat next to me. Her arms splayed over the arms of the chair and her legs crossed.

 

“Now it’s your turn.”

 

I gave her a smile. I understood what she meant. I took off her cape and put it on her.

 

“This time it’s my turn to get shaved.”

 

“The whole head?”

 

“Yes, like I said before.”

 

“Then let’s get started.”

 

I don’t know what happened between us that day, but a bond was formed between the two that was even stronger than the previous one. Something like this never happened again, but we were both satisfied with what happened, definitively sealed by a great friendship.

 

Next part — Freezing