The Flat Top Wives Club

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The Flat Top Wives Club

By JimB (C)opyright April 2021

Our move to the Midwest had been an experience.

Over the course of the few weeks we had been there, our neighbors had been nice and helped us with the unpacking process.

School was about to begin, for our boys, and I decided to take them into town for their school clothes.

We stopped at the local shopping mall and while shopping I noticed a strange phenomenon.

Almost every mother I saw shopping had an extremely short hair cut.

While waiting for my boys to try their clothes on, a woman with a flat top started a conversation with me.

After a few minutes of small talk, I asked her about her hair cut.

“Oh!

“This?” she said rubbing the short bristles.

“A few years ago we started a short hair club for women in the area.

“We had all grown tired of the long hours at the beauty salon and began getting our hair cut shorter and shorter.

“It sort of climaxed when several of us were at Mandi’s Barber Shop watching our boys getting their hair cuts for the school year.

“We started talking about how envious we were that men could get such low maintenance hair cuts and how cheap the hair cuts were.

“One thing led to another and we had all agreed to get our hair cut at the Mandi’s Barber Shop the same day.

“The barbers at the Mandi’s Barber Shop did such a great job.

“So, we started going there for our regular trims.

“At first we just got a short hair cut.

“But, one by one we started getting a little shorter.

“I was the first to take the plunge.

“I went for the flat top and have never regretted it.”

Our conversation was interrupted when my sons came out and showed me what they wanted.

I thanked her for the conversation and went to pay.

Our conversation stuck in my mind while I walked through the shopping mall and I saw at least twenty women with a flat tops or extremely short hair cut.

I was intrigued.

The next few weeks went by fast and the boys went to school.

I finally had a day to myself.

With my husband at work and the boys at school, I decided to go shopping.

I also had to find a good hair stylist for a trim.

It was relaxing shopping and after a few hours, I sat down in the food court for a quick lunch.

I was going to try to get a trim at one of the shopping mall’s beauty salon, hoping I would get a good hair stylist.

While eating I noticed a group of ladies sitting together and laughing. There must have been over fifty women and they all had an extremely short hair.

“This must be the club,” I thought to myself.

As I was watching from a distance I noticed Ashley, the woman I had spoken with a few weeks earlier, motioning me over.

I pretended I did not see her.

She walked over to the table I was sitting and asked me to join them.

I walked over and sat down.

Ashley introduced me to some of the women.

I noticed every one of them looked striking with their short hair cut and they were all very nice.

After an hour, or so, with them, I had felt welcome. It was as if I had known them for years.

It was time for them to have their meeting and I excused myself.

Before leaving, Ashley gave me her card and told me to call her sometime if I wanted to do lunch.

I thanked her and walked down the shopping mall to the hair salon.

There were only two stylists there and I found myself getting frustrated after I had been standing at the receptionist desk for over ten minutes, waiting for one of them to come to the receptionist desk.

I finally asked the stylist closest to the receptionist desk, “How long I would have to wait to get a trim.”

She told me, “Another forty-five minutes, or so.”

I asked her to put me down and I would be back in about thirty minutes.

While shopping in one of the stores, I came across Ashley and some of the other ladies.

They were trying on some new shoes and we started a conversation.

I explained I was waiting for the hair stylists to catch up with the customers.

They looked at one another and smiled.

“I would not go back if I were you,” Ashley said as the other ladies agreed.

“Both of those hair stylist can not cut hair worth a crap and they are very slow.

“And, way over priced.

“You should come with us to Mandi’s Barber Shop.

“You won’t be disappointed.

“And, you won’t have a long wait.”

My face must have given me away, because the ladies started laughing.

Ashley assured me, “Mandi would not do to me what they would do to me.”

Perhaps, because I was frustrated and I had no reason not to trust her.  I agreed and went with them to Mandie’s Barber Shop.

It was very clean and there were two male barbers and two women barbers.

Ashley introduced me to everyone and I sat down feeling a bit out of place.

The two male barbers were giving a short military hair cut to the men in their barber chair.

Both women barbers had a short flat tops and were giving their female customers a short hair cut.

I was the only person in the barber shop with over one inch of hair on her head. I felt as if they were laughing at me bit to.

My hair was about shoulder length and dry from all of the coloring I had done to it over the years.

I had thought about cutting my hair short many times.

I even asked my husband on several if I should cut my hair shorter and he encouraged me to try a shorter hair cut.

But, I could not imagine myself joining “The Flat Top Wives Club”.

Ashley sat in Mandie’s barber chairs, while the other three ladies sat down in the barber chairs.

Within minutes the clippers were buzzing the women’s hair short.

It was strange seeing clippers being used for a women’s hair cut and I had to admit the barbers were very meticulous in their work.

Within thirty minutes their hair cuts were done and the barbers were putting the finishing touches on their hair cut with the trim shaving alone their hair line.

They were dusting them off with talcum powder.

I found myself curious and somewhat aroused at the sound of the clippers clipping the hair on the ladies.

And, the smiles on their faces indicated they were enjoyed their hair cut.

The next few minutes were a little blurry.

In the excitement of it all I found myself sitting in Mandi’s barber chair.

With a tissue around my neck and the cape secured, she asked me, “What I wanted?”

I was a bit embarrassed, because I really had no idea what I wanted.

After a few minutes of silence I asked her for suggestions.

She combed through my hair and I halfway expected her to suggest a flat top.

Instead she suggested a chin length Bob with an undercut.

Within minutes she was cutting my hair and put the finishing touches on the back with the clippers.

I had never experienced clippers before and now I knew why the other women were enjoying the moment!

In twenty minutes I had received the best hair cut of my life by a woman barber, with a flat top, and I was thankful.

The ten dollar charge was a bargain and I tipped her generously.

My husband loved the hair cut and gave me kisses on the back of my neck, which felt erotic.

A few weeks had passed and my hair cut was losing its shape.

So, while the boys were at school I decided to go back to Mandie’s Barber Shop for a trim.

It was early in the morning and only Mandie, who owned the barber shop, was there.

She was finishing the hair cut of a older gentleman and I sat down to read a magazine.

I was a little nervous being here by my self.

She did a good hair cut on Ashley and I knew she could cut my hair like I wanted.

After the man paid and left, Mandi asked me to sit in her barber chair.

With the tissue and cape in place, she asked me, “What I wanted to do?”

“Do you think I should go shorter?” I asked her.

“How much shorter would you like to go? she replied.

There was an awkward silence and she asked me, “If I wanted to join “The Flat Top Wives Club”!”

I nodded.

The time had come.

She sprayed my hair down with water and combed it out.

She made a circular part all the way around my head about two inches above my ear and piled all the hair on top of my head and clipped it up.

She reached for the clippers without any attachment under the shelf behind her barber chair.

The clippers came to life and she started clippering up the right side of my head to the part line.

A mountain of hair cascaded down over my ear and I saw nothing except buzzed hair where the clippers had buzzed.

There was no turning back now.

Little by little she clippered the right side of my hair and continued on to the back.

And, around to the left side of my head until there was nothing except fuzz from the part she had made all the way down.

She released the long hair on top and started cutting the bulk of it off with scissors.

Pieces of my wet hair nine, or ten, inches long were no longer on the top of my head.

Almost all the hair she had clippered off my head was sticking to the cape in front of me.

I watched, mesmerized at the site of my hair disappearing off the top of my head.

The last long strand of hair on my head was cut off with the scissors and she took a towel to dry off what little hair I had left.

She took the clippers with no attachment.

She took out the comb, I saw her using on Ashley, and placed it on top of my head.

With great skill and speed, she started at my forehead and moved the clippers across the comb leaving nothing but about a quarter of an inch of hair standing straight up.

From side to side she moved the clippers swiftly inching her way to the back until she had removed any hair which was sticking above the comb.

After removing the comb, I saw a very different woman in the mirror.

All traces of blonde hair were gone and what was left was very short bristly brown hair standing straight up on top with a extremely short hair on the back and sides.

I had no bangs anymore.

She finished my hair cut with the trim shaving alone their hair line.

Carefully she shave, with her straight razor, around my ears and made her way to the back of my head.

She spent quite a bit of time in the back tapering the nape area and touching up any missed spots.

When she was finished she took a brush and talcum powder and wiped off the hair on my face, ears and neck.

The talcum powder smelled good and I closed my eyes as she gently dusted my face.

I opened my eyes and saw her place hair wax in her hands and rubbing them together.

She rubbed it all over the top of my head to make every hair stand straight up.

She handed me a mirror to view the back and the first look was rather surreal.

The first touch was even more dramatic and I thought I would be in shock.

But, the truth was there and I was a feeling of liberation, as if I had been freed from bondage.

My head felt light and my face looked about ten years younger.

The back of my head was practically bald and my neck looked very graceful.

It was odd a traditionally male hair cut could look so graceful and feminine on a woman.

But, it did and I really liked it!

“Well what do you think?” Mandie asked with a smile on her face as she uncapped me and dusted me off.

I looked at her and smiled.

“It looks great.

“And, it feels wonderful,” I said as I got out her barber chair to pay her.

“That will be seven dollar?” she said and I handed her a ten dollar bill telling her to keep the change.

I thanked her again and she told me to come back in about two weeks for a touchup.

I looked forward to the return visit.

A few minutes later I ran into Ashely and she told me, “Welcome to “The Flat Top Wives Club”.”

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