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Today appeared like any other. Me and my roommate had our rent, bills and student loans paid out our account. We had our checks came in on Friday and made a list of what shopping would need for the week ahead.
Except today was not like any other day. For the first time in my life every bill I paid, every pound I owned, and the apartment we lived in was mine. Not parents. I had turned 21 the month before and that meant legally my parents are just people now. Not on my rental agreement, not earning the money I live of, nothing.
I was on my own.
Except…
I wasn’t.
Because what my, or my roommates, parents didn’t know. With there traditional conservative view and there religiously bastardiesed bigotry. Was we weren’t just roommates. In the classes they forced us to every weekend, that taught the ‘traditional family values’ of homophobia, misogyny and haterid of all those unlike us, we met. And you see we are not like them. Because daddy’s little girl is a lesbian. Who lives with her girlfriend. And today is free.
“I’m so glad we don’t have to hide it anymore” Jessica, my girlfriend, said to my as her lips met mine. Her tongue enjoyed my neck and my eyes enjoyed the sight of her. Admiring her smooth skin, cute little freckles and adorable hazel eyes. Her wooly jumper was thick and warm and I suspect all she was wearing.
Jessica was slightly older than me, and had been in a similar situation a few months ago. But, given word spread fast were we where from she stayed quiet so my parents couldn’t create problems. Not anymore. That small town was far away now.
“If only they see us could now. I’m not going to hide anymore. Never again” I continued to kiss her.
“Sam I promise you, your never going to need to hide again. I’ll be here for you, always.” My cheeks turned flush. Even her calling me Sam and not Samantha would have been unforgivable. ‘Sam is a boys name’ they would say followed by a bitter and bigoted attack on trans people.
“This calls for a celebration” Jessica got of me and began to smile. “Today this hair finally goes.” She declared. Picking up the long thick black hair that surrounded her. And slammed it against her body. “Be ready in 20 minutes, and wear your gayest clothes. I want to remember today.”
We each headed to our rooms. Although ‘our rooms’ was more of a cover than where we actually slept. We planed on turning one into a walk in closet. Finding clothes took a while as there was so much stuff I could now throw out. All the old fashioned dresses I hated went in a pile to be taken to a charity shop or one of our craft happy friends. Many had never been worn.
I got dressed and started to apply makeup. I carefully applied a shade of light blue under my eyes when I noticed the girl flying towards me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began to peck at my neck.
“Your too pretty that’s your problem. I’m trying to be all cool and then I see you… and I can’t help but. Melt” she continued to kiss me “what did I do to deserve you Sam”
“Everything and more” I whispered back and turned to kiss her lips. “Your amazing Jess” I loved seeing her become flustered as I complemented her. A rose colour filled her cheeks. “I love that shade of pink on you. It suits you”
She walked around infront of me. Planting herself on my lap. “I love you”
“I love you too”
“No not like that, not like something you say. When I see you its like nothing else. I’m smitten” she smiled. I blushed.
“You can’t just talk like that Jess. You know what you do to me. I think I’m growing dependent”
“Codependent” she corrected me.
“Ok fine” I smiled as she brushed her hand along my hair. It was dark blonde pin straight and fell bluntly just above my butt when standing. Slightly shorter than Jess’.
“Ready. If I don’t get this hair chopped soon I’m going to lose it” she gestured her hand at her chin.
“Just one sec” I went back to applying my makeup. She skipped around excited behind me.
I knew she wanted to cut her hair since, well, forever. But her parents never let her. ‘Short hair is for boys. Girls with short hair are sluts, lesbians and city girls’ her mum had told her. She had begged to be allowed to cut it as a teenager but was never allowed. Her mother seemed to live her long hair and didn’t care about her opinion on the matter.
We left and began walking across the city we called home. Our family was upset we decided to move to a city so far away, not realising that was the point. Away from home we had made more friends than we had ever had before. And they where friends we could be ourselves with. One such friend was Susie who worked at a barbershop that primarily served the lgbt community. She had been trying to get us in since we met but explaining our situation she agreed to wait. Not anymore.
We where hand in hand as we approached the barbershop. Outside it had a purple painted facade and large windows. A pink and purple twirling barber pole mimicked a classic barbershop.
No going back.
We pushed open the door causing a bell to ring. The inside of the barbershop resembled the places I would go with my dad and brother when they needed haircuts. Three workstations lined up against one wall and an isle of bench seats against the other. The floor was white and black tiles. And the roof lights shone much brighter than that dingy barbershop. The wall behind the benches was filled with avant-garde paintings and at the back of the store a rainbow flag hung proudly next to a wall of Polaroids.
There was one major difference between this and a traditional barbershop. This was full of woman. Two barberettes with woman in there chairs and 3 lined up and waiting. Only one had hair longer than a neck length bob. A young women waiting along with an older woman who looked like her mother. She had bra strap length blonde hair while her mothers similarly coloured mane was a sharp femminine pixie cut.
Jess waived to Susie as she finished touching up the sharp pixie of the woman in her chair. Susies own bob was in a half-up and dyed every colour of the rainbow.
Me and Jess took a seat on the benchs, Jess next to the woman who looked like a mother. We clung to each others arms and I lay my head against her shoulders. Being an extrovert she tried to strike up a conversation with her.
“I love your hair”
“Oh thank you that’s so sweet”
“I’ve always wanted to cut it short but my parents never let me”
“Really? This one’s the opposite” she referenced the girl who appeared to be her daughter. “I’ve been trying to her to get a smarter style for years”
“I wish I feel like I’ve been wasting years of my life on it”
“Yeah I chopped all mine off on my 22nd birthday and I’ve never looked back” she smiled as she looked at us. “You two are so cute by the way. I remember that feeling, being young and in love.”
“It’s not just young, I’ll love this one the same when we’re 100” she put her arm around me as I snuggled into her shoulder.
“Next” Susie called out.
“Thats you Chloë” her mother gestured fir her to get up.
“Do I have too” she pouted.
“Yes. Don’t make a scene. I have told you that you need to get a proper haircut for years”
Chloë got up without anymore fuss and made her way over to Susie’s barber chair. She looked small in the large chrome chair especially with her mother looming over her. Susie lay a heavy white cape on her lap and lifted her hair so she could pull the cape around her neck.
“What are we doing today” she asked the mother. Even though Chloë was clearly old enough that she should be able to make her own decisions. Her mother thought for a second her eyes meeting Jess’ before she spoke.
“I think it’s time for a proper chop. You’ve had this mess for far too long”
“But mum”
“No buts” she snapped “your of to college soon it’s time you get a proper haircut” She looked at Susie to give her instructions. “Give her something nice and neat”
“So off the ears?”
“Yes definitely off the ears” she tucked one of her daughters long hairs behind her ear as she spoke.
Chloë clearly didn’t agree but decided not to protest. She clearly knew better than to disagree with her mother. Her mum returned to the bench and sat down, arms crossed, eying her daughter. As she did a few more woman entered the barbershop. They all had hair shorter than there chin and chatted away.
“Head down sweetie” Susie pushed her head down to face her lap.
The long blonde hair was formed into a thick mid height ponytail, before the inevitable. Snip snip snip. The long bra strap length hair was laid on the counter infront of her.
“You can take that home as your sovinour” Chloë’s eyes stared lifelessly at her limp ponytail. Until Susie clippers brought her back to life by running up her neck.
Behind her we all sat admiring her transformation. The woman waiting were more than happy commenting.
“Better already”
“It won’t be missed”
“No ponytails for you any longer”
“Not long haired anymore”
They laughed as more people walked in and the shop started to feel crowded.
Susie’s clippers continued to roar as more and more of Chloë’s clearly cherished hair rolled down the cape. Me and the entire salon found ourselves engrossed in the poor girls haircut.
“Next” called the other barberette and the woman ahead of us stood up and took the chair. She had a beautiful neck length bob thar was a warm coppery brown colour. She spoke to the barberette as she threw a crisp white cape over her.
The bell rang and another 2 women entered the crowded barbershop. My head was still resting on Jess’ shoulder letting her hair touch my head. She was next in line. I was a bit conflicted knowing Jess’ long hair would soon be a thing of the past. She hated it, I knew she hated it, and that’s all that really mattered. But I was quite fond of playing with it.
She didn’t really do anything except a ponytail sometimes, so I would brush or braid it on the coach when watching a movie sometimes. Whenever Jess had to do something more formal or stylish, I would put it in an updo or a French braid. I was going to miss that but she was going to look sexy with it cut short.
The woman with the copper bob was now having her hair sectioned. The barberette lifted the hair at her crown up into a clip. I expected to see similarly lengthed underneath but it wasn’t. Instead the hair around her nape and back of the head was an even half inch in length. Once the hair was sectioned away, the barberette flicked on a large pair of clippers ran them up her nape. Leaving a pale strip invetween her dark hair.
Looking back at Chloë, I wondered if someone else had taken her seat. Her hair resembled the sort of boycut you see in private schools. Slicked from a side part the top was only an inch and a half in length. The sides and back had been shorn so short you could see the skin underneath, especially with her very light hair colour. If not for her earrings I would have mistook her with a school boy.
“Is this short enough” Susie asked Chloë’s mother.
“Yes I think so. Nice and neat” she smiled, her own pixie was longer and much more feminine than her daughters boycut. “What’s the maintenance on this haircut”
“I would say it needs a trim every few weeks. But the sides will start to grow out quite quickly”
“Yes I think if we can book an appointment every weekly that would keep her looking smart.” Chloë didn’t agree but nobody cared.
Susie flicked the cape off. Little blonde hairs the tiles around the chair. Her petite neck, with a white strip of paper tied around it, looked small and vulnerable now it was newly exposed. The paper collar was removed and Susie delighted in brushing the hair off her neck and shoulders.
“Don’t forget your sovinour, sweetie” Susie teased.
She picked up the foot and a half long ponytail and walked back to her mother. Her free hand fingering the stubble at the back of her head. Chloë’s mother paid while she stood awkwardly with her long hair hanging from her hand.
Her mum brushed her hair in a method ment to be reassuring but was unsuccessful. She looked at her daughter.
“What do you have to say?”
Chloë pouted as if to say do I have too.
“Go on” her mum encouraged.
“Thank you for cutting my hair ma’am”
A wide smile spread across Susie face. “It was my pleasure, sweetie. I’ll see you soon for your touch ups”
They left the barbershop. Her thick blonde ponytail swung from side to side in her hand while her mothers hand brushed where it use to rest. Chloë shivered as they stood outside
“Next”
Jess bolted straight up.
“Today’s the day” she said as she hugged Susie.
“Finally, I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that hair for so long”
Jess took her place in the large chrome barbers chair. She crossed her legs and watched her reflection in the mirror. The chair was slowly pumped up. Me and Susie stood behind her seeing the intensity in her eyes.
“What are we doing today” Susie asked, grinning ear to ear.
Jess thought for a moment. “I don’t know, maybe a half inch trim”
We laughed and so did some others waiting. It occurred to me that they would be watching just as they had done for Chloë.
“I think you’ve come to the wrong place for a trim, dear”
“Yeah its all coming off. I’m so done with it”
“All coming off I can do that”
She pulled all of Jess’ hair behind her shoulders. The gathering it all together and twisting it into a giant twisted bun at the back of her head. A clip held it in place. I took the chance to lean over and leave a peck on her face.
“Don’t get too excited” I teased before returning to the bench to watch.
“Your a lucky woman” a butch lesbian next to me said as I sat down.
“Thank you”
“Can you believe I had hair as long as yours and hers once?” she smiled and went back to talking to her friend.
I noticed the other woman having her hair cut had her undercut finished. Or atleast I thought it was finished but in actual fact it was being taken higher into the neck length hair over her ears. My attention remained on my girlfriend however.
Susie pulled a tight white strip of paper around Jess’ neck. She sat with a sense of confidence as the heavy dark grey cape fluttered over her covering all but her head. The fabric seemed to cloak her leaving only her head visible.
The clip was pulled releasing her bun. Long hair cascaded down the back of the chair. It passed the bottom of the cape and fell below the bottom of the chair. I knew her hair was long but I didn’t realise it was as long as it looked falling down the back of the chair.
“Are you ready to say goodbye” Susie began to brush through the long locks.
“So ready” Jess’ voice oozed charisma in a way only she could.
Her hair continued to be brushed behind her. Now satisfied, Susie picked up a black elastic band and tied the mass of her hair into a thick ponytail at her neck.
“Head down dear” Jess’ chin touched the cape above her breasts.
Susie picked up her large black clippers and blew of a few of the blonde clippings still on them. She picked up the long black ponytail and asked on last time.
“Are you sure?”
Jess bit her lip and took a look at her long haired reflection for the last time. “Chop it”
The clippers roared to life and sliced into her hair. Much higher than the rubber band of her ponytail. The hair provided no resistance as the it cut like a hot knife through butter. In moments the hair she had all her life was now in Susie’s hands.
“You can take that home later” she lay the ponytail on the table to roars of approval from the captivated audience.
My girlfriends breathing grow heavy as she saw her chin length choppy bob. I gave her a thumbs up of encouragement in the mirror.
“How high is the undercut going”
“I don’t know. What would you recommend”
“Well the higher I go the easier it will be for you and the quicker you can dry style it every morning because your hair is very thick”
“Lets go high then”
“Ok, do you want it over your ears”
“Yeah”
“Got it”
Susie used a parting comb to section out the hair around Jess’ crown. The hair in line with her eyelashes was sectioned with everything above it was clipped up.
“Next”
The other barberette called out. I pointed to Jess trying to say I wasn’t here for a haircut. She got the picture and called over the women behind me in the queue. Or where would been if I had been queueing.
Susie’s clippers once again roared to life. Running through the loose hair, dropping strands falling to the floor. A dark stubble appeared underneath where her hair had been cut. The clippers ran pass after pass over her nape, stripping more hair off to fall down into a growing pile on the floor.
Jess’ head was tilted to the left allowing Susie to fold her right ear and run her clippers overtop. A pile of dark hair slid down the cape and into her lap. She giggled as the vibrating blades ran up her sideburn.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve had long hair for so long I didn’t think I’d ever get free from it”
“I know. But something tells me your not going back”
Jess’ head was pushed to the other side letting Susie’s clippers roam free. She did two passes ensuring the undercut was an even dark stubble. It was strange seeing her half sheared head.
The remaining hair was left to fall free. You couldn’t tell at all that most her head was stripped bare of anything but stubble. Susie used a sharp pair of silver scissors to cut into the remaining dark hair. I couldn’t really tell what was going on except that she was losing more length. The small piles of dark clippings grew larger and larger. But before long she was done.
“Thats you finished. What do you think?” Susie ripped off the cape revealing the new woman below.
“I think I love it” she smiled.
By now I was standing behind her.
“What does the boss think” Susie asked me.
“Can I see?”
Jess stood up and stepped towards me. Hands behind her back and eyes looking down. She bit her lip nervously awaiting my approval. I thought I’d keep her waiting a bit longer.
“Can you do a spin for me”
She did her hair flying up and revealing the undercut as she turned. Her eyes met mine messy bangs teasing her eyes and a smirk teasing her lips. She had a bob. A cute lip length French bob with bangs that framed her face and an undercut only just visible at her delicate nape.
I reached my hand out and brushed it through her cute little bob. As I tucked a hair behind her ear the undercut revealed itself, giving her a much needed edge. My hand worked it’s way behind her head. My fingers brushing the sharp short stubble. I could tell Jess liked when I did that.
“I guess it ok” I teased.
Jess pouted at me until I couldn’t hold my facade.
“I love it Jess you look incredible”
“Well it’s all thanks too Susie”
“Yeah. Thanks for not ruining her for me Susie” I joked.
“It was my pleasure” Susie smiled. But her eyes met mine with a look that seemed more than that. She stared directly at me.
“Next”
“What… oh I wasn’t planning on getting my hair cut today.”
Both girls laughed as did a few others in the benches behind up.
“Come on Sam. You’ve had that long hair so long don’t you think you need a chair”
“Maybe but…”
“And it was you who told me that long hair reminds you of oppression”
“Yeah. But not like that”
She linked arm’s with me and began dragging me too the Susie. Who was turning her large chrome chair to face its soon to be new occupant. I could hear the people in the crowded salon making approving noises.
My body didn’t resist Jess’ attempts to push me into the chair. The dark leather was warm from its previous occupations. It pulled on my head slightly as I sat down, maybe I did need a trim. My tailbone length glossy straight dark blonde hair had started to be a nuisance recently.
“Fine” I pouted as I settled in the seat. My feet rested on the gleaming metal footrest. My fingers wrapped around the armrests and I let my body sunk into the chair.
“Good girl” she rewarded me with a peck on my cheek.
“Three in a row” the other barberette called out. “Is that a record”
“What do you mean. Your normally the lucky one” Susie called back.
I felt my body being jolted upwards. She stamped her foot on the pedal incrementally raising the chair. My glossy straight hair was lifted over the back of the chair and began to be brushed behind me.
“Maybe just a trim”
Both girls laughed again. A few people behind us joining them.
“I’m afraid we don’t trim long hair here” Susie joked continuing to brush my hair.
I gulped. “Maybe we could go to about my bra strap” from tailbone length that represented a substantial cut.
“Yeah maybe” Jess smirked. A few in the audience where laughing at me. By now Susie was starting to gather my hair in a sleek mid height ponytail and I was starting to grow nervous.
“Please just don’t go above my shoulders. I’ve never had hair that short before” I begged.
“I don’t know isn’t that more of a reason to cut it”
“Please” I whimpered, but they ignored me. Susie leaned my head forward and began to form a tight paper collar around my neck. Every gentle touch of her finger on my neck sent shivers running down my neck and body.
She fluttered a cape out and flipped it over me. My long ponytail was thrown over my shoulder so she could clip it at the back. I saw long ponytail laying against my caped body. It was strange, strange and beautiful. I had never worn a proper haircuting cape before. My mother would cut my hair using a bath towel as a makeshift cape. It worked but didn’t feel the same as the smooth heavy fabric covering me. The cape looked and felt as smooth as my ponytail.
“What where you thinking Jess?”
“I don’t know, she definitely deserves a change. Does anyone one have any ideas” she turned to benches and the dozen woman watching us.
“Give her a pixie”
“Shave the side”
“She’ll look good with a mullet”
Jess rubbed my shoulder and enjoyed how uncomfortable she was making me.
“All good ideas” she smirked. “But you know what I think would suit her. A high and tight”
I didn’t know what that was, but it sounded short.
“Wow” Susie chimed in “that’ll definitely be striking. But I can see it, she definitely has the head shape for it”
“Yeah that’s what I was thinking. And I’ve always had hair longer than hers that can’t change now” I looked up at her, my eyes pleaded to no effect. If her lip length bob was longer how short was a high n tight. “Don’t worry Sam. Your going to look incredible.”
“One high and tight coming up”
Susie gripped my head and forced me stare straight forward at my reflection. Behind me, my hair still lay in the ponytail that kept it from restricting the cape. Every eye in the salon was on me, I suspect everyone new what would happen next except me.
She picked up a large pair of silver scissors and brought them to the back of my head.
My jaw dropped.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Susie held my entire ponytail from her hand. It looked ridiculous hanging from her fingers. Over 2 feet of hair cut off leaving me with the shortest hair I had ever had.
“Oh my god…” I started to panic.
“It’s ok Sam your going to look incredible” Jess brushed her hand over my head trying to reassure me.
I looked up at her with like an upset puppy. Susie lay my ponytail next to Jess’. Even though her hair had been a few inches longer they where the same length as my ponytail was cut higher.
“Chin down sweetie” Susie pushed my chin till it touched my chest. I could see nothing but the cape covering my lap.
Buzzz. Her clippers roared to life. First, I could hear it. Then I could feel it vibrating on my forehead. They were pulled back and began making a horrid crunching as they met my hairline. Lose hair fluttered down onto the cape. The vibrations continued towards the top of my head then crawled down until it had created a strip of buzzed hair.
The clippers returned and made pass after pass. By the time she was done I looked up to see all the hair on my crown taken to a quarter inch buzz cut. The sides where still longer at a bob length.
I gawked at myself while Susie pushed my head to the side and started buzzing everything off the left side of my head. Once she had finished with the right hand side, folding my ear too get at the hairs around it, I had no long hairs left on my head.
She forced my head upright again and began to lather a white cream on the sides and back of my head. It felt warm although my nearly hairless scalp was much colder than when it had been covered in hair. Susie gently guided my head to the side so she could scrape the lather off with a straight razor. It stung slightly but didn’t hurt. Her delicate fingers took care to make sure the blades didn’t cut my skin.
While it had taken her only moments to rid me of all my long hair, she now took care to sculpt me into a vision of myself only she possessed. It felt like each swipe of the blade was cutting away at my old identity. Cutting a hole in my shell and making me something new. The blade slid along my head and revealing bare unblemished skin beneath. The people watching on the benches made approving noises but I didn’t care. For a moment my entire world was simply the blade scraping my head.
“All done sweetie”
My eyes opened. Not that they were closed but they didn’t feel open. So this is what a high and tight is. The sides and back of my head, to above my ears, was nothing but bare pale skin. The top was an eight of an inch in length through which you could see the skin underneath.
“Sam… you look incredible” Jess’ voice was soft as she admired my militaristic haircut.
Susie flicked the cape off me. I could get a first look at my whole body without my hair. It felt so odd, I felt naked even. Not that that was a bad thing.
“Are you mad at me”
“Yes” although a smile cracked as I answered.
Jess stepped infront of me as I stepped out of the barbers chair. She brushed some lose hairs from the collar of my t-shirt. “Is something I can make up too you” she bit her lip and gave me ‘fuck me eyes’.
“Maybe…” I thought about what to say for a moment but decided to leave it. “Susie how much do we owe you”
“Long haircuts are free as long as we can put you on the board”
“The board?” I asked.
“Yes” she pointed to the board of Polaroids at the back of the salon. I hadn’t noticed before but each where of a woman with varying degrees of short hair holding a long ponytail. Me and Jess walked over to admire them.
“Your going to need these” Susie handed us our long ponytails to hold. “Say cheese”
She snapped a few photos as we posed with our long ponytails. It was weird holding the hair in my hands detached from our heads.
“All done” she smiled “now you love bird’s can do whatever you need too” this was met with some laughter from the crowd that had watched this whole thing evolve. Susie handed us two small paper bags to put our ponytail in.
“Come on Sam. Let’s get home” she pulled on my hand but I didn’t move.
“One sec” I looked at the pride flag in the of the salon. “Stand here”
I snapped a quick self with it in the background. Then another kissing Jess.
“Come on Sam” she dragged me out of the salon.
“Bye Susie” I called out behind us as the bell rung.
We practically ran home. By the time we were at the door, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Although, I managed to send off those photos before she dragged me into the bedroom.
We made love to the sound of our phones buzzing and ringing. People we hadn’t spoken to in months calling to voice their disapproval. We couldn’t hear them over the sound of each others orgasms as we spent the rest of that Saturday fucking.
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