She Said Yes

The text was innocent enough. It was just lightly indulging a fantasy, tickling an itch without really scratching it. Yesterday, Kyle had texted his partner: “Opinion – do you think I should cut all my hair off?” Michelle’s reply dinged moments later: “Yes.”

Kyle’s stomach began to swim with nervous energy. His dark hair was long with waves that fell past his shoulders. Michelle loved his hair. As she’d play with it she’d often tell him, “This was the first thing I noticed about you. You were the cute guy with the ponytail.” With her chocolate brown hair falling in its own thick waves to the center of her back, she took great delight in their being the “sexy longhaired couple.” After they saw Barbie she decided hers wasn’t quite long enough and was now growing it out until it fell to her waste. Of course she’d never want him to cut it.

While Kyle had fantasized about cutting his hair for years, there was a reason he never acted on it. His hair was his hair. He knew Michelle would love him no matter what but her love of his hair was a convenient excuse to keep him from ever getting too close to that increasingly nagging question about what having his head shaved would feel like.

So he had planned to voice this secret desire to Michelle, have her reject it, and go back to his regular long hair life having gotten the thrill of voicing this desire out loud…but she said yes.

Unsure of how far he’d play with this line he was walking he replied, “Hm, okay. How short? All buzzed off with clippers?” Of course this would end the conversation right away. Time to back out safely, he figured.

Michelle said, ‘Hmmm let me think.” Then she asked, “How much does your long hair contribute to your identity?”

Kyle wasn’t ready for the very real conversation they were now having about him cutting off his hair – his long hair, the one thing about himself he was never going to change.

Continuing to play with fire and replied, “I love my hair. I think I look better with long hair. And whenever I’ve cut it a little shorter I always grow it back. BUT I could easily buzz it all off to stubble and be fine with that. It’s just seemed REALLY long lately so I’ve wanted to cut it all off.”

Before he could process what he’d written, Michelle’s replied dinged: “Cut it!!!!! I’m curious.” then “You won’t.”

Suddenly Kyle found his texts rambling, trying to talk his way out of a suggestion he made…albeit one he never expected to be embraced let alone enthusiastically.

Noting the emotional shift in the conversation Michelle texted, “Well then don’t buzz it. It doesn’t have to be that drastic (even though I’d like to see it that way). Just cut it below the ears. That way it’s still longer but you can cut the ponytail off.”

At home that night Michelle asked where that question about cutting his hair came from. Kyle told her it’s something he thinks of all the time but he loves his hair and he knows she loves it, too. He was just curious what she’d think of the idea. “How long have you been thinking about cutting your hair short?” she asked.

“Eh, a few years. Maybe two or three? But never too seriously, you know,” Kyle told her.

Michelle’s mouth dropped open as she asked, “Years??” He tried to shrug the question off but Michelle pulled him into her arms. Running her fingers through his hair she said, “Sometimes I wish I could just buzz mine off. But, I think I’d look weird. You have to have a certain face for it – which you do. I imagine it feels very liberating. I think you should. You seem to really want it that way, so go for it. Your hair grows super fast! And you might actually like it. You won’t know until you try. If you hate it, then you never have to do it again and you grow it back.”

With the energy of his protests faltering Kyle said again, “But that will take years and you love my hair…”

“Yes,” Michelle agreed, “but I’ve only ever seen it long. I’d really love to see you with a buzz cut.”

One thing led to another, conversations continued, final excuses faltered, and plans were made. Michelle suggested they go out to a fun dinner tomorrow to celebrate and then go get him properly buzzed.  “Tomorrow?” Kyle squeaked. “Isn’t that a little quick?!”

Michelle smiled and gathered his hair in her hands as she said, “You’ve been thinking of this for three years. You’re long overdue to cut all this off, hunny.”

Today, Kyle sat in stunned silence as Michelle pulled her car out of their parking space at the restaurant and headed for the barber shop. It was a little shop in a quiet part of town. She made sure to book the last appointment of the day, wanting them to be able to enjoy his haircut without onlookers.

Kyle kept turning those texts over in his head. How did this happen? Were they really going to walk into a barber shop to trade his precious long hair for a buzz cut?

Sure, May was hot – and it seemed to be heralding a long, hot, sticky summer – but this was nothing new for him. Kyle always had long hair. He chose to grow it out as a kid, shaggy by third grade with it all able to be tied back in a ponytail by fifth grade. He loved his hair, even if he wasn’t a fan of the, “So, are you a girl or a boy?” comments it always generated in his youth.

Any private high school that would’ve required him to cut his hair was ruled out immediately. Any job that required him to cut his hair was also automatically off the table. No salary or benefit package was worth losing his hair. Kyle had always been the guy with long hair. It was the first thing people noticed about him. Everyone commented on how beautiful his hair was or what a shame it was for such gorgeous hair to be “wasted” on a guy. It was how people knew him. It was how he identified himself, too. It was his trademark.

Sure, Kyle fantasized  about cutting his hair over the years. What would it feel like, he’d wonder, to have those vibrating clippers running over my head?  What would it feel like to run my hand over soft stubble instead of through my long, thick hair? But that’s just something all people with long hair consider from time to time. There is a great distance between thinking and cutting and Kyle never imagined he’d cross it.

Except now he was. At thirty-three, he wasn’t just imagining cutting his hair off but he was about to do it.  And his partner – his partner who loved his long hair and loved their being the sexy longhaired couple! – was smiling ear-to-ear as she drove him to his date with the clippers, one hand on the steering wheel and one constantly playing with his long hair. “I feel like I have to savor it,” she giggled. “I want to take in every moment with it while it’s still here because it’s going to be so short soon!”

They walked into the empty barber shop to find a young woman in her twenties, with warm eyes and a blonde bob, waiting for them. Smiling a greeting she asked, “Are you my last appointment?” Kyle gave a hesitant, “Yep.” She said, “Well my name’s Terry. What are we doing today?”

Kyle looked at Michelle and Michelle flashed a big, excited smile. “You know,” she said encouragingly. Gulping past all the nerves telling him to say “trim,” Kyle said, “Um, I want to shave my head.”

There was a moment of jaw dropping and eyes widening but the shock in Terry’s eyes was quickly replaced with a devilish sort of excitement.  “So you mean all gone? Buzzed? With clippers?” she clarified miming the action.

“Yep,” Kyle said as his panic danced with the excitement in his stomach, “all gone.”

“I can’t wait to see him with a buzz cut!” Michelle said, unable to contain her excitement. “Me, too!” Terry agreed spinning her barber chair to welcome Kyle. “Let’s get started!”

It was like an out-of-body experience as he settled into Terry’s chair.  She whipped her white cape around him, snapping it closed, and began gathering his hair – his hair! his identity! – into a ponytail. “I’d ask if you’re ready,” Terry said, “but her smile tells me this is happening and you are sitting in the chair so…”

With that Terry began closing her scissors on Kyle’s precious ponytail. His entire body tensed and his knuckles turned white on the chair’s armrests as the crunching echoed in his ears. He’d never heard anything so loud in his life! When did she even pickup the scissors?! he wondered.

Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch, scrunch.

Kyle was getting lightheaded from the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as short locks began to bounce around his chin. His hair hadn’t been this short since elementary school.

“There!” Terry said as she held up Kyle’s now-severed ponytail with a triumphant flourish. Michelle, who had been taking pictures like it was her job, captured the moment and then took his ponytail lovingly in her own hand and snapped a picture of her holding his “sexy long hair.”

“What are we thinking?” Terry asked. “All one length or faded?”

“Ooo, faded! Can you go down to the skin?!” Michelle asked with excitement.

“Of course!” Terry agreed. “We’ll start longer then, if we’re fading it,’ she said as she snapped a #2 guard on her clippers.

Kyle was still struggling to breath regularly with his fear, excitement, and a dash of arousal caught in his throat so he certainly couldn’t weigh in on the fate of what was left of his hair.

“Head down please,” Terry asked as Kyle instinctively leaned forward. If he thought the scissors were loud, they were nothing compared to the buzzing hum of the clippers.

His body froze. Terry began running her clippers up the back of his head. Five long, slow passes and all the long hair on the back of his head was replaced with the velvet softness of ¼ inch of stubble.

Despite all those fantasies, feeling those clippers shave his hair off was unlike anything he could possibly imagine. It was electrifying! It was erotic! It was scary as hell and the most fun he’d ever had.

Then Terry tilted his head back up and slid her clippers up into his right temple bringing them all the way up to the crown of his head. Kyle’s eyes got wide as he watched 8-9 inch lengths of hair fall onto his shoulders and slide into his lap. Again and again and again she buzzed until the hair on the right side of his head matched the back, the shortest it had ever been in his life.

The hair on his left side soon followed. Then, with the clippers poised at the center of his head, Terry said, “Alright, after this your hippie days are a thing of the past. Thank God, too! You look so much better buzzed. Given how eagerly your girlfriend is snapping pictures, I think she agrees.”

Four passes of the clippers later and the last remnants of his once long hair had found it’s way to the floor. Michelle squealed with delight. Terry replaced the guard on her clippers and began going over the sides of Kyle’s head again, repeating this as his ¼ inch stubble was slowly and carefully buzzed down to stark white skin.

When Terry had put her clippers away for good, Michelle bounded up, running her hands over Kyle’s head before he even had a chance to touch it himself. “I love this so much! You look so sexy!” Terry smiled. “Happy to help. What about you though?” she said, turning to Kyle. “Do you like it?”

Kyle couldn’t believe it but…he did. Rubbing his head he couldn’t decide if he liked the feel of running his hands over his soft stubble or the feel of his buzzed hair being rubbed more. “I can’t believe I waited years to do this,” he said in a stunned voice. “This feels so much better than I imagined!”

They happily paid Terry, leaving a generous tip, and once they were in their car neither Michelle nor Kyle could keep their hands off his freshly buzzed head. At home, they made out with the ferocity of teenagers before having sex and cumming together like never before.

Laying in each other’s arms, Kyle lovingly stroked Michelle’s long hair. She couldn’t keep her hands off his head either, continuing to stroke his soft stubble. “Oh my God, hunny,” she said, “you look so sexy. This feels so sexy.” Kyle let out a small moan, “You don’t even know. I didn’t think anything could feel better than you playing with my long hair but it doesn’t come close to your hands all over my buzzed head.”

Michelle had begun slowly scratching her nails down Kyle’s head, from scalp to nape. As the goosebumps rose on his flesh he said, “You are going to love this so much once we buzz your head.”

Immediately the scratching stopped and Michelle tensed. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I’m not cutting my hair. I love it long.”  Kyle ran his hands through her hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail at the base of her head. Looking into her eyes he said, “Hey, you were the one who said you wished you could buzz yours off. Well you can. And I’d love to see you that way. I think you’d look sexy as hell. So what do you say? Shall I call Terry tomorrow?”

Unconsciously, Michelle had begun rubbing Kyle’s buzzed hair again as her heart beat faster and faster in her chest. Then, before her reason could set in, she whispered, “…yes.”

Author Note: Hi! Long time reader, first time writer and all that. It was fun adding something to this community.

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