It was a lovely day, in the late spring.
I took a day off from work just to have a day or two to myself.
I had been working a lot of overtime including weekends and I deserved the time off.
I slept late this date and I awoke at 8:30am and decided to pamper myself with a long shower.
In the shower I washed my waist length red hair, I had just gotten blunt cut which was my normal style. I combed it back from my face.
I started the blow dryer and brushed my hair over the top of my head to get lift.
While I was drying my hair I remembered reading an article with directions on how to layer your hair at home.
It simply involved pulling the hair over the head and securing it at the eyebrows and cutting at the desired length below the clip. The closer to the clip the shorter the layers would be.
I decided to give it a try.
So, with my hair still damp I pulled it all over my head and after securing it I took a pair of scissors and cut across at the shortest hair. This was from the base of my neck, so I cut off about nine inches of thick red hair.
I continued drying my hair and decided to set my hair for a change.
I have a lot of body in my hair and it curls easily.
I took my steam setting rollers out and set my hair into a volume set.
When I was done I had what could be called BIG hair. The waves cascaded down my back and I parted my hair on the side allowed the curls to explode at the ends of the newly cut layers.
My hair felt wonderful.
I decided to go to the new mall and do some shopping.
On the way I spotted a blonde with a short pixie cut. I recalled high school when the Pixie Cut was the rage,
I once sacrificed my long tresses, at that time, for the Pixie Cut and vowed never to do it again.
Then, I recalled the feelings I had when the stylist took her shears and chopped my hair into the Pixie Cut.
The humming of the clippers going up the back of my neck!
I walked into the mall and while shopping I began to notice several more women with short haircuts.
I went into a shop, which sold mirrors, and looked at my hair.
Was I out of style?
I brushed it a bit and noticed my new shampoo really increased the shine and softness of my hair.
A salesgirl came over and complimented me on my hair. How she hasn’t seen hair like mine in a long time and how everyone is getting their hair cut short.
I thanked her and took another look at my face and head, with its mane of red curls cascading to my waist.
Did I look like a throw back to a different era?
I shrugged off the feeling and continued with my mall walk.
I stopped for lunch at a snack bar and after purchasing my lunch I carried it over to a booth and sat down not noticing the gooey substance on the booth seatback.
When I finished I became aware my hair was sticky from my shoulders to my waist.
My hair I worked on for so long this morning to get it looking perfect.
My hair that was so outdated.
I started looking for a salon just to have them wash my hair and maybe set it again.
I wandered through the mall.
I went down a short walkway and to my amazement I saw a shop I couldn’t believe was real.
The name is, “The Hair Affair”.
I approached the door and a lovely lady dressed in a white smock held the door for me and said ‘come on in’.
I explained to her what had happened and she was sympathetic. She said she could take care of it.
She took my hand and handed me a smock and before I knew it I was sitting in front of the wash sink, my head tilted back.
My waist length hair was spilled in the sink and wetted down. It washed several times and conditioned with a wonderful herbal conditioner.
My hair squeaky clean again she wrapped it in a towel and marched me to the styling chair.
She combed out my hair and told me the layered cut I had was very good.
She asked where I got it cut and I told her I did it myself. She smiled and had a gleam in her eyes.
She asked me if I was in a hurry and I told her, “No, I have all day”.
She smiled and asked if I have ever considered more of a makeover.
I told her I thought my style was a bit outdated and was thinking of maybe getting bangs or something.
She asked if I would be willing to let her do a makeover on me.
I became nervous. I told her just to give me a set.
She agreed and set my hair on large rollers in the back and smaller rollers on the top and sides.
She said this would give my hair more body and bounce.
After rolling she re-dampened the rollers and sat me under one of the dryers.
When I was done she unrolled my hair and used a pick to smooth the curls and this technique did give me more bounce than I ever had.
The deep waves at the front met with the waves flowing down my back and ending at my waist.
I began to get more confidence in this stylist and I asked her what would she suggest for a cut.
I half expected her to say ‘something short maybe a chin length bob’.
I was surprised to hear her say ‘no major change just some bangs and clean up in front of your ears so earrings will show’.
She asked if she could take some pictures and I said no problem.
We began talking and I told her about my high school sacrifice and I did enjoy getting it sheared and more so watching my friends get theirs cut.
She became more interested and started playing with my hair almost in a sensual fashion, running her fingers up from my nape to the crown then releasing my red tresses.
It felt so soothing to me when she again asked about a makeover. I agreed to bangs at first.
She took another set of pictures, front, side and back.
Then, proceeded to brush out all the curls she had just taken so long to put in.
The brushing was beginning to feel erotic as she brushed and brushed until my hair was glowing with had a hint of the natural wave.
She said she would start with light bangs only about one half an inch, up into the hairline.
She quickly parted my hair and combed it forward over my eyes.
She explained she would twist small sections of hair to get a spiky effect.
I looked down at the cape and saw long sections of my beautiful hair dropping onto it. I almost started to cry.
She calmed me down saying the bangs looked very nice and when I looked up indeed they did.
I mentioned my ears were still not visible and she said she thought I was too upset to let her cut off that much of hair.
I said, “No, it was just a shock at seeing how long my hair really was.”
I told her to continue.
She said the best way to make it even was with the clippers, just one or two swipes in front of each ear and it would be done clipped to about a quarter of an inch at the bottom up to two inches at the top.
But, she said, “Just in front of your ears, silly.”
She had my confidence and she knew it.
She parted my hair in front of my ears letting the red locks hang over my shoulders and puddle on my lap.
She picked up the clippers and turned them on for effect and asked me, “ Are you sure you want this done.
“After all look at how much hair I am going to cut off.”
I became excited and I secretly longed to feel the vibrations of the clippers on my neck and temples. I started to become wet and I told her to start.
She placed the clippers at my cheekbone and let them rest there for a seconds, which placed me in orbit.
My long red hair falling onto my lap, make me even wetter. By the time she did the other ear I was ready to grab the clippers and run them over the top of my head!!!
When I looked in the mirror I really liked the way I was starting to look.
She reset my hair and curled the bangs back off my forehead. The style was very different with my ears exposed and the bangs curled back.
I liked the way the front looked and asked her how could the top be cut to get the same effect further back on the top.
She explained she would have to layer my hair on the top of my head at least back to my ears and there would be a lot of hair cut off.
I would be committed to the layered hairstyle for a long time.
I thought about it for a while as she was combing out the rollers.
Without any thought, I told her, ‘to go for it’.
She asked if I was sure and she took more pictures, front back and side of this next set.
I told her yes to cut it but leave it on the longish side.
She said the longest it could be is four inches because longer than that the hair tends to lie flat on its own weight.
I agreed with her trying to hold back my excitement.
She began to cut off twenty-eight inch lengths of my wavy red hair and dropping them on my lap, which caused me to get even wetter.
When she was done there was a huge pile of my red hair on my lap.
She retrieved the curling iron and curled these new layers back,
I loved it!
I got up and looked at myself in the mirror.
The front was layered to above my ears and clippered in front of my ears. The back was softly layered and curled down to my waist.
I wanted a makeover and I was getting it!
She took more pictures.
I asked her to set it on small hot rollers on the top, as I wanted to see something.
She did this and fifteen minutes later the rollers were taken out.
I picked the curls then brushed them lightly back. The waves were magnificent.
I held my remaining waist length hair back and took a long look in the mirror.
The stylist took more pictures and I think she read my mind when she asked, “Are you sure!”.
I said, “absolutely”.
I hopped back into the chair and flung my wavy locks over the back and said cut it off!
The stylist asked how. I told her to continue the layering from the top.
She started to cut and cut and cut.
Soon my formerly waist length hair was reduced to a uniform four inches.
She set it in the hot rollers.
When they cooled she removed them and smoothed the curls straight back with some wispy bangs in front.
She took more pictures and said it looked wonderful.
I looked at the style and said, “shorter.
“Just take the clippers and take it down to three quarters of an inch and shave the back.”
She placed the guard on and flipped the switch, placed the clippers on my forehead and asked “ready?”.
“Yes”, I said and before she could move the clippers I pushed my head forward into the clippers.
She finished clippering on the top and replaced the guard with a quarter of an inch guard.
With this she clippered the sides and back letting the curls fall onto my lap.
Looking up I saw the results and smiled.
She removed the quarter inch guard.
My head was tilted downward as she moved the clippers up my nape. She repeated this again and again.
I felt her fingers bush upward over the clipping.
I reached behind my head and felt where she clippered.
I felt more wetness and stronger than before.
Her fingers pushed my fingers away.
I felt her hand on the top of my. It was firmly holding my head down.
I felt the warmth of the clippers touch my already clippered skin and slowly move upward.
The sound changed but I became wetter. My body was shivering.
More of my red locks fell on my lap. More red hair fell passed my eyes on to my lap.
The shivers were growing, the wetness wetter. I wanted less hair.
I watched as she walked behind the chair, as her fingers bushed over my clippered skin.
Standing on the right side, I watched as she placed the clippers in her left hand.
Her fingers of her right hand brushed through my red locks, as her left fingers did on the left side of my head.
I blinked and felt the humming clippers push a small lock to fall passed my eyes and on to my lap.
Again, again, and the clippers fell silent.
I felt the tips of her finger dancing over my clippered skin, driving me wetter and shivering.
I closed my eyes.
I felt the warm of a towel on the back of my head. My head fell downward.
I took a breath and felt the touch of sharpness.
It moved downward, then again, again, again.
She removed the cape.
I tried to stand but my legs were weak, I shivered. I felt wetness down my inner thighs.
I fell back into the chair.
“NO”, she said. “You only said shave the back”.
??? ??? By JimB ©opyright August 2018