By JimB ©opyright March 1999
Jen sat at the small table and sipped her Coke, her nervousness evident as she fumbled with the straw.
It had been six months since she’d last seen Bev and what a last visit it had been.
She and Bev had lived together for over a year, and then she met him.
They met one night at a club, she was a bit tipsy, and he swept her off her feet, literally.
He carried her to his apartment and they made love, she never knew it could really feel good with a male.
She and Bev had explored many sexual angles.
But, none of their sex toys really could FEEL like that hot throbbing of the real thing.
She closed that thought and remembered the very next day when she moved out.
It was a bad argument, loud and hurtful, “how can you leave me for a MAN?”
“Well that was months ago and Jen soon discovered her man was more than just a penis, he was also an ass.
After three months the ass part took over.
So, she moved out and gotten her own apartment and began thinking of Bev.
Bev with her trim strong body, always tanned, her close cropped blonde hair soft at her nape.
A passing taxi’s horn brought her back to the present and back to her jitters.
She had tried several times to call Bev.
After a couple of beers last night, she finally did it.
Bev agreed to meet her.
She looked up and there she was!
And, God did she look good.
She had let her hair grow some, still super short by most standards.
But, long for Bev.
As was her eye makeup?
Bev sat and was cool at first.
But, as they talked she warmed up.
They talked mostly of good old times, and there were plenty of them.
“You look really good Bev, I can’t believe your hair!” she told Bev.
“Thanks, just a new look for me,’ Bev told Jen.
“No real reason for it though.”
Jen gave an inward sigh of relief.
She wasn’t seeing anyone else.
Jen finally got to the point, getting back together.
Bev told her how truly hurt she had been.
Jen said she would do anything if they could get back together,
“Okay,” Jen told her.
“Meet me outside Dalton’s book store, tomorrow at three in the afternoon.
“Wear something nice.
“Hummm… You still got the real pretty flowery dress I gave you for your birthday last year?”
“Oh yes! Of course,” Bev told her.
They parted with a quick kiss to the cheek and Jen’s heart racing.
She really had wanted to take Bev back to her new apartment and wildly thrash around with her in bed.
But, she didn’t want to rush things. She could wait till tomorrow!
Three o’clock the next day.
Jen thought she was going to be late.
She had worked so hard on her “look”.
She had the dress going, the heels, and the ankle bracelet Bev had given her.
She spent a half an hour on her hair alone.
She wore a cute short-layered cut, which it covered half her ears and was about collar length in back and was full on top.
She even had used her curling iron to fluff the top and back.
She glanced in the window of the bookstore to catch her reflection.
She gently tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear as she admired the cut.
She had taken a recent magazine photo of Lady Diana into her stylist for this look.
“Hey love!” she heard Bev’s voice.
She turned and there was Jen.
Jen came forward and planted a hot wet kiss on her, tongue and all, right there on the sidewalk.
Bev blushed and said, “You look fantastic.”
“Come with me,” Bev told her and taking her hand and led her around the corner, stopping in front of “ROYAL BARBERSHOP”.
Jen hesitated, “Hey.”
“You said anything, right?”
“Well! Yeah,” Bev asked nervously.
“Trust me love!” Jen told her.
Jen smiled and said, “Anything is worth this.
Bev led her through the door, the little bell jingling as they entered.
The stunning lady she assumed was “Royal”, was sating in her barber chair reading Sports Illustrated.
“Hey Royal, how are you today?” Jen said.
“Real good angel, how ’bout you?” Royal answered.
“This is where all those crops and Crew Cuts came from huh?” Bev told Jen as Royal stood up.
Jen led Bev to the barber chair.
The leather was soft.
Jen gathered the flowing dress around her legs and sat down.
Royal produced a crumpled pinstriped cape and with a flourish, like a magician with his cape, snapped it open and around her neck all with one smooth move.
“ROYAL, I want you to give her a really clean high and tight for me,” Jen’s heart thumped.
“Okay angel,” Royal told Bev.
“For you, anything.”
Royal took her wide toothed comb and raked it through Jen’s hair.
After all the work she put into her hair, she had plastered it well with spray.
“Well, little lady,” Royal commented.
“When I’m done with you, you won’t need to mess with that lacquer anymore.”
She looked up at Bev who was standing at the foot of the chair and winked.
She put Jen’s head forward.
There was a loud “pop” and a low grumbling, humming.
Jen’s eyes grew wide as she felt what she thought was the teeth of a comb lift her fringe at her neck and slide up her head.
When the comb got to the crown it stopped momentarily.
A handful of shorn soft blonde clumps drifted past her face to her lap.
Royal continued with the clippers again at her nape.
Another handful of hair flupp in her lap.
She took several more paths up the back of Jen’s head and moved to her left side. She gently lifted Jen’s head and tipped it to right.
She got a look at Bev, who had a huge loving smile.
Jen knew this was right.
Royal guided the clippers up the side of her head, around her ear, the humming almost deafening. The hair was now filling the cape, spilling over onto the floor.
Royal swiftly moved to the right side and tilted her head to the left.
From below her ear, all the way to the top of her head, the clippers easily clearing her head of fine softness.
Royal stopped and gently moved her head to an upright position.
She turned the clippers off and turned to his countertop.
Jen was still turned away from the mirror unable to see her hair cut.
Bev moved to a hook on the chair and grabbed a hand mirror.
She held it in front of Jen.
Jen gasped slightly as she saw herself in the little mirror, hair still full and loosely curled on top, full bangs.
But, absolutely sheared closely and flat on the sides.
Jen reached out and ran her fingers over the back of her head where the stubble was soft going down the head and prickly going up her head.
The doorbell jingled and another young woman walked in.
She was gorgeous!
Tall, slim, dressed to the hilt with beautiful long soft blonde hair almost halfway down her back.
She didn’t say anything and sat in a waiting chair and leafed through a magazine.
Bev put the mirror back on its hook and stepped back as Royal returned.
She lifted Jen’s bangs with her comb and with a pop placed the clippers at the forehead and guided straight down the middle of her head.
Some of her bangs fell to her lap and Jen could see the soft curl she had spent so much time on.
Again and again Royal slid the clippers over her crown and Jen could feel the locks tumbling over the sheared back of her head and knew they were piling up on the floor.
Royal turned the clippers off and looked at Bev.
“Well, what do you think angel?” she inquired.
Bev stepped forward and ran her warm hand over Jen’s buzzed head. She placed her finger about half an inch ABOVE the left ear.
“This is great Royal,” Bev told her.
“But, I want you to shave it up to here.
“All the way around please?”
“All the way?” Royal said.
“Okay, you got it.”
Jen’s heart pounded “shave!?”
Before she could react Royal had her head down again and was spreading hot thick cream from one side of her head around the back to the other side.
Bev walked back and took a seat next to the blonde.
“Okay, now you sit real still little gal,” Royal told Jen.
“Don’t wanna lose an ear.”
Jen’s eyes grew very wide as Royal started slowly and firmly removing the cream from the left side of her head.
Jen knew that much more than shaving cream was being removed, her remnants of hair, and very possibly her femininity, too.
Royal turned to her sink to clean the razor and saw Jen glanced up and at Bev holding the blonde’s hand!
Before she could react Royal was back and the blade rasping across the back of her head.
With her eyes turned up practically, Jen could see two pairs of feet at the foot of the chair.
Again Royal moved to the sink.
Jen looked up and Bev had her arm around her.
“Jen, this is Amanda,” Bev told her.
“We would love to stick around.
“But, we’re off to the theater tonight.
“It’s been fun though.”
They walked to the door, Royal telling them to take care of theirselves.
“Oh Jen, don’t forget to pay the man, Bev laughingly told her.
“And, Royal deserves a BIG tip.
Royal had finished the scraping on the right side by now and lifted the furry cape away from her.
She slowly stood, looking at the floor, completely covered with soft blonde.
She raised her hand to her head, perfectly clean, slick until the stubbly top.
She glanced at the wall mirror.
What a sight she was. Her sheared head and soft flowery fluttery dress.
What an odd contrast she thought.
The thought was interrupted by a hand with polished fingers, “That’ll be
TEN bucks sweetheart.”
By JimB ©opyright March 1999