Tanned To Perfection
A few years ago I wrote a couple of stories and posted them on another website. The original story ‘Tanned to Perfection’ was a true story although the names and location had been changed. I was never happy with the original and have now amended it slightly. I hope the changes are for the better, even though the story is now partly fictional.
It was the middle of July and Sue and Pete were on their way to stay with their friends Anne and John at the villa they had hired a few miles north of Arcachon Bay on the west coats of France. John and Anne had decided to take an extended break throughout the summer and had been at the villa since the beginning of June. Pete worked at a college and didn’t have to return until mid September. Sue worked freelance from home and was only restricted to school and college holiday periods because of Pete’s job. Anne and John had invited them to stay with them for six weeks.
The two couples, both in their thirties, had met several years earlier at Euronat, a naturist resort in France, and had been friends ever since. They regularly met up for naturist get-togethers back home and often visited naturist beaches whenever the English weather permitted. The other thing they had all done was to gradually experiment with body shaving. Initially John had taken the lead by shaving off his pubic hair. The women were both neatly trimmed anyway and they didn’t need much persuasion to do likewise. Pete was a little more hesitant but soon followed suit. A month or two later John shaved his chest and stomach. Pete soon did the same. It went on from there – next underarms, then legs and finally arms. For the last two years all four had been completely hair free below the shoulders.
Having driven for a good half an hour along narrow, winding lanes through seemingly endless pine forests, Sue and Pete pulled up outside the private secluded villa which was set back from the road and could not be seen by anyone driving along it. Pete knocked on the door and after a short while Anne greeted them with a broad smile and a kiss each. She had just a small towel draped around her. She was already suntanned – made all the more noticeable by the new short blonde bob haircut and pencil thin eyebrows. Sue and Pete brought their luggage in. As the door closed, Anne removed the towel to reveal, as expected, a tanned, athletic and completely hairless body. She led them to their room.
‘I like this villa,” said Sue, looking around as she walked. ‘It took a bit of finding but at least we didn’t get lost.’
‘We did, the first time we came here. We carried on past the end of the drive and had gone about five miles before we realised we had gone wrong. We love this place. We are renting it for three months this year but, as you know, we are retiring soon and are currently negotiating with the owner about the possibility of taking a lease or even buying it. Make yourselves at home. Take your clothes off and join John next to the pool. I’ll get you a drink. What would you like?’ Sue and Pete asked for soft drinks and then went in their room to undress. They walked out naked to the pool.
John greeted them. He too was naked and smooth skinned. On this occasion though, he was totally hairless. He had shaved his head. And when they got closer it was apparent that he had shaved his eyebrows as well. Pete and Sue were a little surprised but both thought how good he looked. They were complimenting him on his appearance when Anne returned with their drinks.
‘We were just telling John that the shaved head suits him. It goes really well with the smooth body. Knowing what you two are like, I’m surprised that he didn’t get you to shave your head as well,’ said Pete. John and Anne laughed.
‘Yeah, right! When did you last see a bald headed woman? Besides a bald head wouldn’t suit me, would it.’ said Anne.
‘Actually, it probably would – it would go very well with your smooth body.’ said Sue. Pete nodded in agreement. Anne said that she had forgotten something and went back indoors.
When Anne emerged the blonde bob was missing. It had obviously been a wig. Anne’s head was as shiny, smooth and tanned as John’s. Pete and Sue could clearly see that she had no eyebrows either. To say that Sue and Pete were dumbfounded was an understatement. John had surprised them, but they had seen bald heads on men before. A bald headed woman was something else. Anne looked unusual: odd, even rather freakish. At the same time she looked stunningly beautiful – the bald head did indeed complement the hairless body. She was perfectly tanned from head to toe. The smooth, hairless skin glistened in the sun.
Sue and Pete’s amazement and the short, stunned silence was broken by John and Anne’s laughter. ‘Well, what do you think?’ said Anne, still chuckling. ‘Do you like our new bald look?’
Pete was first to reply. ‘You look very … bald! But you really do look good!’ he added hastily. ‘In fact, you both look great. It suits you both.’
‘What happened to your eyebrows, Anne? You had them when we arrived. And how long have you two been bald all over?’
‘I wiped them off! They were only drawn on with an eyebrow pencil.’
‘We’ve been bald more or less since we arrived,’ added John. ‘We started by shaving our bodies as usual. I had often wondered what I would look like with a bald head and we had spoken about it a few times, so I suggested that Anne shave it for me. She used the electric clippers without the guard on until there was just stubble left. As you know I had quite bushy eyebrows. I asked Anne to trim them too, but she forgot to put the attachment back on. I had most of an eyebrow missing before she realised. I told her to remove them completely – I looked ridiculous with one and a half eyebrows. I went back in the shower and shaved everything smooth. We couldn’t get over my total baldness. Anne loved it and fancied going for it herself, but wanted to have a wig handy first. The following day we went into town and bought a couple of wigs.’
‘Having seen how different John looked, I couldn’t wait to try it out myself. I bet I was completely bald within half an hour of getting back from the shop,’ added Anne. ‘We had a good look at each other and realised that the only hair we had left was eyelashes. We thought we might as well be completely hair free so we removed them completely with John’s electric shaver.’ Pete and Sue looked more closely and noticed, for the first time, that neither of them had eyelashes.
‘We wanted to find out how long eyebrows and eyelashes take to grow so we left them alone after that. We found that they were pretty well back to normal after three weeks so we removed them again last week. Neither of us liked the prickly feeling of our eyelids. So this time round we used my tweezers and gently plucked the eyelashes out,’ said Anne. ‘And we are planning on keeping them that way for the next few weeks if we can.’
‘I bet it hurt, didn’t it?’ winced Pete.
‘Not really. We did it very carefully. And this time our eyelids felt really bald and smooth.’
John then looked at Pete and Sue mischievously and asked, ‘Why don’t you try a head shave yourselves? The hair will grow back in time for your return journey.’
‘Oh, I just couldn’t. I daren’t,’ Sue replied. ‘I might try a short haircut, but I don’t think I could carry off a bald head.’
‘Of course you could! Go on, you’ll love it!’ added Anne. ‘You would look great. It is a big step but don’t rule it out just yet. Have think about it. What about you, Pete?’
Pete thought for a moment and, glancing over to Sue for a sign of approval, said that he quite fancied giving it a try. At that point Anne suggested that they all go indoors. Once inside she produced the electric clippers and plugged them in. Removing the guard she asked Pete if he was sure he wanted his head shaving. He nodded. Sue smiled. Anne switched the clippers on, put them to Pete’s forehead and ran them through his hair from front to back. If he was having second thoughts, it was too late as a bald strip appeared. Five minutes later, it was all over. Pete was bald.
‘What about your eyebrows?’ asked Anne. Pete declined. ‘No thanks – not at the moment. I feel bald enough already. I’m not keen on this stubble, though. I think I’ll go and tidy myself up with a close wet shave if that’s OK’.
‘Your turn, Sue. Would you like to try anything?’
Sue was adamant that a bald head wouldn’t suit her and wasn’t ready for anything so drastic but said that if Anne would lend her one of her wigs, she would have a really short crop. Anne promptly agreed and asked which guard Sue wanted on the clippers. Sue had a look at the attachments available and, after clarifying with Anne how long her hair would be, decided on the number 2 setting – the cropped hair would be about a quarter of an inch long. Anne fitted the appropriate attachment to the clippers and, in the same manner as she had with Pete, put the clippers to Sue’s forehead and swiftly ran them from front to back. A mass of light brown hair fell to the ground. The process was repeated first to the left and then to the right. Soon the whole of the top of Sue’s head was cropped. Anne moved to the sides, around the Sue’s ears and then to the back. As she ran the clippers from Sue’s neck to her crown, Anne took hold of the shoulder length hair and then held it up in front of Sue, rather like a trophy. Sue smiled. Anne quickly finished her task and held up a mirror so that Sue could see her handiwork.
It was at that point that Pete emerged from the shower, towelling his head. ‘What do you think?’ he asked. ‘Hey, nice shine!’ said John.
‘I thought you said you wanted to leave your eyebrows alone,’ said Anne, noticing that Pete was completely browless as well as bald headed.
‘I did – but when I had shaved my head smooth and looked in the mirror, my eyebrows seemed too bushy. You and John haven’t got any eyebrows and look really good, so I thought I might as well go for it.’
Sue looked at Pete and smiled. ‘You know, bald really does suit you.’ Turning to Anne she continued, ‘I’m sorry, Anne, but I’m not very keen on the way my hair looks now I’ve had it cut. I was hoping that if I had a really short haircut I wouldn’t feel out of place now that you are all bald – but I still do.’
Anne looked rather crestfallen.
‘You look great,’ said Pete reassuringly, before Anne could reply. ‘I know it’s very short, but you still have some hair left. I mean – look at us – now this is what I call short!’
‘That’s what I meant – I still feel the odd one out. I’m still not convinced that being bald would suit me, but I suppose I can always cover up with the wig if I don’t like it. Anyway, let’s face it, you three wouldn’t be in a position to make any derogatory comments. I’ll give it a try if Anne promises to lend me a wig whenever I need one.’ Anne grinned broadly and, without hesitation, confirmed that she would agree to Sue’s request. Sue continued, ‘Would it be too much trouble for you to give me another haircut, Anne but without the guard this time? And could you give me a close shave afterwards, Pete?’
Anne picked the clippers up again. This time she removed the guard, switched the clippers on and without further ado, proceeded to buzz Sue’s head. In an instant, a strip of bald skin appeared above Sue’s forehead. Sue looked at the others and smiled. There was no turning back. The clippers made light work of the cropped hair and in no time at all Sue was baldheaded apart from stubble.
Anne held the clippers in front of Sue’s eyebrows but Sue didn’t give her chance to ask the question which was on her lips. ‘Go on – I might as well be as bald as you three. Get rid of them.’ The clippers touched Sue’s left eyebrow and with a quick movement, Anne reduced the eyebrow to stubble. A couple of seconds later, the right eyebrow had gone too.
‘Very nice! You will love it when Pete has done his bit with the razor and shaving foam,’ said John.
Pete beckoned Sue towards the bathroom and asked her to rinse her head under the shower with warm water. She did so and Pete squirted a handful of foam into the palm of his hand and liberally covered Sue’s head. Picking up his razor, he quickly attached a new Fusion blade and then gently proceeded to shave Sue’s head. The stubble was quickly replaced by smooth, bald skin. It was only a couple of minutes before Sue’s head was completely bald. Pete checked Sue’s scalp with his index finger and, finding that there was still a hint of roughness, spread a little more foam on Sue’s head and, this time, on her eyebrows as well. First Sue’s left eyebrow and then the right one were shaved completely smooth. Pete’s second attempt at shaving her head took only a few more seconds. This time, Sue’s head was as bald and smooth as a billiard ball.
Sue rinsed her head under the shower and looked in the mirror. The face and head she saw was devoid of hair. She could see the bathroom light being reflected by the smooth skin on the top of her head. She was surprised by her appearance. She looked even balder than she had expected, even though she had known that when Anne and Pete had finished cutting and shaving all her hair would be removed. The hairless brows, in particular, accentuated the total baldness of her head. Even so, she instantly liked her new hairstyle or, perhaps more accurately, her new head style.
‘What do you reckon then?’ asked Pete.
‘I wasn’t keen on the idea at all when you first suggested it, but I’m glad I plucked up courage. I feel so bald, so naked! I actually think it looks rather good. And I reckon it will look better still when I’ve got a nice tan. I only hope that the top of my head will tan, though. It is rather pale for my liking at the moment. I would love to have an even suntan all over.’
‘You will. But it will take at least two or three weeks for your head to catch up with your face,’ said Anne. ‘You’ve done the right thing though. You’ve both shaved your heads before you’ve done much sunbathing. If you had waited a week or so, your heads would have been much whiter than your bodies. It would probably take ages for the different areas to get the same depth of tan.’
‘Well, I could never have imagined that you and John would have removed every last hair from head to toe and I still can’t quite believe that Sue and I have done exactly the same within an hour of arriving,’ said Pete.
‘We haven’t,’ contradicted Sue.
‘You have forgotten something, haven’t you? John and Anne have bald eyelids and we still have eyelashes. We’ve gone this far, so we might as well finish the job. Can I borrow your tweezers, Anne?’
Anne fetched her tweezers and passed them to Sue.
‘You or me first?’ asked Sue.
‘It was your idea, so I think you should go first,’ replied Pete, smiling. ‘Shall I give you a hand?’
Sue nodded and handed Pete the tweezers. Without further ado, Pete gripped three of four of Sue’s eyelashes and gently tugged. They came away from Sue’s eyelids quite easily. Pete looked at Sue to make sure that he hadn’t hurt her, but from her expression it was obvious that she was anxious to continue. Pete continued. The whole process took about 15 minutes. At the end of it, Sue’s eyelids were completely bald. She stroked her right eyelid with her index finger.
‘That feels so smooth! Let me have a look in the mirror!’
Sue stood up and went over to the mirror. She came back with a broad grin.
‘I’ve got lizard eyes! I just can’t believe how hairless I am – this is just fantastic! Come on Pete, sit on this chair and let me loose on your eyelashes!’ Pete sat down. Fifteen minutes later Pete, too, had lost all of his eyelashes.
The four of them went outside for a swim and then sat by the pool. That evening over their meal, a delicious coq au vin which had been cooking in a slow cooker, John asked Sue and Pete if they fancied going to a naturist beach the following day to get used to their smooth look.
‘I daren’t go out like this on a beach,’ admitted Sue, ‘I’m fine here, but I’m far too self-conscious to be seen bald in public. I’m totally comfortable with going nude – it’s just the bald head.’
‘The beaches around here are sparsely populated but if it helps, we know a beach which is usually quite secluded,’ said Anne. ‘It would be a perfect place to go if you are feeling self-conscious and nervous, as I’m sure you are. We were when we first shaved our heads.’
‘I would also suggest that we all go out bald tomorrow – no hats or wigs,’ added John. ‘It is the quickest way to get used to your new look. We will drive to the beach and you probably won’t be seen until we get there anyway.’
Sue was far from convinced but Pete persuaded her to at least give it a try, pointing out that they wouldn’t see anyone they knew and that, in any event, all four of them would be bald.
The following day they did, indeed, go to the beach suggested by Anne. They pulled up into a sandy lay-by near to the beach and began to strip. A naked couple, probably in their late-twenties, were chaining their bicycles to a post and glanced over briefly. The man was shaved from the top of his head to his toes with only blond eyebrows interrupting his otherwise total smoothness; the woman was completely depilated apart from the short cropped light blonde hair on her head. Both had markedly athletic, even muscular, physiques. Whether the couple noticed that all four of them were bald one could not be sure, but they seemed completely unconcerned and immediately looked away as they walked along a narrow path towards sand dunes which backed onto the beach. Sue immediately felt slightly more comfortable. That feeling was short lived – as they walked along the pathway, it was apparent that in the vicinity of the path, the beach was not as quiet as Sue had hoped – she would have to ‘run the gauntlet’ and walk past the twenty or so naked sunbathers with no hat to hide her baldness. She looked at Pete for support. He smiled and squeezed her hand and in doing so successfully managed to disguise any apprehensions he was having about being seen in public. To Sue’s surprise, nobody stared – she didn’t notice anyone give more than a glance. For the second time that day, she breathed a sigh of relief.
They walked for about a hundred yards, laid their towels on the sand and settled down to sunbathe – fifty or so yards from the nearest sunbathers. For the next couple of hours they lay in the sunshine. Sue quickly started to relax, so much so that when John asked if anybody fancied a game of frisbee she was only too keen, even though her baldness was there for anyone and everyone to see. When the game was over Sue and Pete decided to have dip in the sea to cool off.
As they emerged from the sea, the couple they had first seen that morning were just walking past along the water’s edge. The woman smiled and said to Sue, ‘I like your hairstyle – have you had it for long?’ Sue blushed slightly. She thought that the woman was perhaps Dutch, although her English accent was impeccable.
‘Thanks for the compliment. No it’s new. This is my first day in public without hair and I’m still getting used to it, so I am really pleased that someone has told me that they like it.’
‘I do like it very much. You are very brave. This is as short as I have dared to go,’ the woman replied, instinctively stroking her short cropped hair.
Sue wondered how long her hair was. She thought that it was probably between a quarter and half an inch – much the same length as hers had been the previous day after Anne had first used the clippers to cut her hair.
‘If you like this style, maybe you should give it a try,” Sue replied, as mischievously as she dare. “I can see that you already have very short hair. Even now, it is only a few millimetres longer than mine, you know. I’m sure that this look would suit you. I’m Sue and this is my husband Pete, by the way.’
‘We are pleased to meet you. I’m Kari and this is my fiancé Björn. I like it very much and I know that Björn would like me to do it, but I don’t know if I am brave enough. There are very few bald women in Norway.’
‘Norwegian? You have travelled a long way from home.’
Kari laughed. ‘Since we were born, yes – but now we both work for the University of Bordeaux, so it isn’t too far. We come here many times every year especially in the summer.’
‘I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you both have very good physiques. You must have plenty of exercise,’ observed Pete.
‘Thank you. We like bodybuilding for the last year. We enjoy it.’
‘Keep it up. Whatever you are doing is working.’
Kari smiled broadly and with that the couple bade farewell and carried on walking along the beach. Sue gently reprimanded herself for having mistaken a Scandinavian accent for a Dutch one.
That evening they chatted about their day at the beach and Sue admitted that, although she had gone to the beach with great trepidation and with nerves jangling, she had enjoyed herself enormously. Almost apologetically, because she didn’t want to upset John and Anne by saying she didn’t want to spend so much time at the villa, she suggested that she would like to go back to the beach as soon as possible – much as she enjoyed lounging around the pool, she felt that there was so much more happening at the beach. She didn’t admit it to the others but once she had started to overcome her initial nervousness and self-consciousness she had begun to feel rather exhilarated at being seen in public in a state of total nakedness and hairlessness: she wanted to repeat the experience and wouldn’t be able to do so at the villa. They returned to the same beach every few days.
The following week, Sue was taking a stroll along the beach to buy a few slices of watermelon from a vendor who had just made his presence known by sounding a horn on his trolley. By this time Sue was completely at ease with her baldness and had no qualms in strolling along the beach in full view of other naturists, even though she couldn’t help noticing the occasional stare in her direction. She was distracted by the antics of a water surfer who was struggling to stand up on a sailboard when a voice called over from her right. Sue turned her head and saw Björn. He was sitting up on a towel a few yards away, waving. Sue waved back and, as she did so, she saw Kari had risen to her feet and was walking over to her. She was naked and completely bald.
‘Kari – you were brave enough! Well done! You look stunning – a bald head really does suit you!’ exclaimed Sue.
‘Thank you so much! If I had not met you, I would never have done it. You were right – my hair was only a little bit longer than yours, so Björn shaved my head. I like it very much and so does Björn,’ replied Kari, who proceeded to give Sue a hug.
‘I see that you didn’t just shave your head,’ added Sue with a broad grin.
‘You noticed! When we met you last time we saw that you didn’t have any eyebrows. We thought how good it looked. Look, now we are the same.’
Sue glanced over at Björn and, sure enough, he was as bald and browless as Kari.
‘You really must come and meet my husband, Pete and our two friends. It isn’t every day that there are three couples as smooth as us on the same beach.’
Kari and Björn agreed without hesitation. Björn quickly returned to his towel and picked up a small fluorescent plastic storage case, presumably containing keys and money. He rejoined Kari and Sue and the three of them walked naked back along the beach. A couple of minutes later they reached Pete, John and Anne who were all lying, flat out, on their beach towels. When Sue spoke they sat up and welcomed the new acquaintances. Kari and Björn sat on the warm sand and chatted happily with the others for well over an hour with total, head to toe depilation being a major top of conversation. John and Anne quickly reassured them that their pale scalps would soon get some colour and would soon catch up with the rest of their bodies.
Kari and Björn proved to be very easy-going, chatty and humorous companions and it was soon almost a foregone conclusion that the six of them would meet again. Indeed, for the remainder of Sue and Pete’s holiday Kari and Björn joined them on the same beach most days. During that time they all tanned to perfection, so much so that by the end of the holiday any trace of the whiteness on their scalps which had been so much in evidence when they had first shaved their heads had all but disappeared.
On Sue and Pete’s last full day at the beach the three couples were happily chatting and making tentative plans for the following year.
’If we can conclude an agreement with the owner for the rent or purchase of the villa, you and Pete will be able to stay with us for as long as you want next year. We would like to move in next spring, if it all goes through,’ said Anne to Sue. ‘Assuming that you want to stay with us, that is!’
‘We would love to,’ replied Sue. ‘We have had a great time, as always. We love it here and this year has been the best yet, though something of an eye opener for both of us. When we set out from home in July neither Pete or I would ever have imagined that not only would we both end up bald but would decide that we would stay that way. What is really frustrating me is that I will have to wear a wig when I get home and let my eyebrows and eyelashes grow back, even though I don’t want to. Too may people would be likely to make comments and I just can’t face having to deal with any snide remarks. My eyebrows and eyelashes will be coming off again next year, that’s for sure!
‘We do the same,’ said Kari.
‘I’m staying bald. I’m a little nervous about what colleagues will say when I turn up for work but am hoping that if anyone does pull my leg, nothing else will be said after a day or two. There are one or two guys who are bald at work, so I might get away with it anyway. I will be the only one without eyebrows, though,’ added Pete.
‘Anne and I have decided that we are going to stay as we are,’ said John. ‘We don’t have any close family and our friends are very open-minded. Anyway, if they don’t like it, that is their problem.’
‘I will probably need to put a wig on to get through passport control, but after that it is coming off and staying off,’ added Anne. ‘In fact, we have decided to update the photos in our passports and driving licences when we get home. Once that is done, I can safely burn the wig.’
‘That is very brave, of you, Anne,’ confessed Sue. ‘Braver than me.’
‘I love being like this. If people back home have a problem with it, tough. Besides, I have finished work, so I haven’t got to run the gauntlet with work colleagues. Let us know how you get on when you get back home but I bet it will be far less nerve-racking than you imagine.’