Lamine
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2024
It’s approximately 11 at night when I write another of my days in this diary. Normally I don’t usually tell my life here so often but today has been a very amazing day. But we have to start from the beginning.
My name is Sophie, I’m 16 years old and today at school the principal made me go through the worst of embarrassments. I was at recess talking with Robert, the cutest boy in the whole school, and it was the most perfect moment, the two of us alone talking about the dance that was going to be that weekend when suddenly the damned and bitter principal of the school, without warning, grabbed me by the ear to take me to the principal’s office.
I was dying of embarrassment because I don’t even know what expression I made in front of Robert. Already in the principal’s office, the bitter principal was scolding me for breaking the school rules, which is that, since it’s a religious school, girls can’t have their hair longer than their shoulders, and they also have to wear the stupid uniform in order: navy blue knee-length socks and a checkered skirt a finger above the knee, a white blouse and a blue vest that makes us look like a circus monkey.
Anyway, I tried to talk to the principal, telling her that my mother had already spoken to her to ask for permission for my birthday party, which had already happened 3 months ago, to which she reprimanded me and told me that if I didn’t arrive the next day with my hair as the school rules dictate, I wouldn’t be able to attend the dance. Can you believe it? The dance that I had planned so much with Robert.
I arrived pissed off, threw my backpack in the air and went straight to my room, because my parents work and I’m alone in the afternoons and I don’t have anyone to take my anger out on. Already in my room I looked for some scissors, went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
This is a description that may be a bit detailed but I trust that one day my future partner will read this diary so why not tell him how I looked before I met him. But in case you are a stranger who is somehow reading this diary DO NOT MASTURBATE PERVERT!: I am short, 1.58 m tall, thin, with breasts that are beginning to develop, my skin color is tanned, my hair is dark brown and I have olive eyes that Robert had previously mentioned to me that he loved.
After taking a breath I began to cut my hair just a little to get to the cut approved by the school, but without realizing it I was cutting too much and my breathing was getting faster and more agitated. I don’t know if it was anger or that I was enjoying my mischief but when I was able to stop I already had long bob hair and it had curled a little. When I saw the floor, it was full of locks of hair and my typical school shoes were full of hair, so I decided to take them off, as well as my socks. I took another breath and decided, out of madness, to make myself a straight fringe, and, believing myself to be a stylist, I started to work again.
The result was a disaster, but I didn’t care, i was enjoying my madness, cutting and cutting until I had boyish hair, just a little longer than Robert’s. When I stopped cutting, I started to feel little hairs stinging my neck and they had even slipped down to my torso, so I decided to take off all my clothes (yes, even my underwear). This was my moment and I didn’t want anything or anyone to get in my way. I took another breath and continued cutting my hair, now without fear and without a desired length, I even think I left it (I don’t know much about haircut lengths) at number two, yes, with snips all over my head. I looked at myself in the mirror, that mirror that only minutes before had reflected the image of a girl with long hair and a school uniform and now reflected a completely naked and bald girl (but I wasn’t one yet); but I didn’t look bad. My slanted eyes looked like a cat’s and my skin showed off some freckles that I didn’t remember existed. Again the little hairs that were itching all over my body and tickling my bare feet were what brought me back to reality.
Excited and naked I ran to my father’s room (maybe I should have checked if the curtains were closed) and took his razor, you know that Gillette one with who knows how many blades and that according to their advertisements doesn’t irritate and its cut is total.
I ran back up to my room, I felt like a little girl playing hide and seek with a terrible emotion that didn’t even let me swallow saliva. On the other hand my body was sweating excessively from the excitement. When I got back to my bathroom I took some hair conditioner, started to cover my whole head, which felt like stroking a kiwi, and without delay I started shaving to the direction of my hair.
When I felt that the razor was no longer shaving, I put it directly under the tap with hot water and continued shaving. It was all instinctive, as if it were something I had already done, I had never taken a razor in my life because i don’t have much hair growing in my armpits or on my legs and when I had to shave I used one of those creams that smell like sewage but leave your skin soft.
When I finished shaving my head I used more conditioner to completely cover my head which no longer felt like a kiwi but like smooth glass but I still felt a tingling sensation on my head.
Without giving myself time to enjoy it I repeated the same action of shaving but now in the opposite direction to my hair and checking that there were no rough areas, going over the crown where the swirls of the head form.
When I finished shaving my head I felt very tired, agitated and a tingling sensation that was located in my sex caught my attention: I already knew the texture of that fluid, however this time it was different, something I had never experienced, my sex wet as I had never seen it, but I still felt a lot of adrenaline, I did things quickly as if my life depended on it.
I wanted to keep shaving but I didn’t have any hair on my head to shave so I started to cover my whole body with conditioner like it was beach sunscreen before getting in the pool. Next I started shaving my arms, my legs, my sex and I shaved even those little hairs that grow on my big toe, those that are almost invisible and I got rid of them too. I didn’t even stop when I got to my thick eyebrows, those eyebrows that I worked hard to paint and arrange every day to show them off but looking at them I told myself that I had to have the look on my whole body so I shaved them quickly.
When I was able to put my mind in order was when I could see the massacre that had occurred in my bathroom where there was hair even on the toothbrush. Long and small hairs covering every inch that my bare feet stepped on. Tiny hairs resting peacefully on my breasts and shoulders. And my smooth and shiny head was unrecognizable, I even looked like someone from another planet.
Unable to enjoy my new appearance, I began to clean and collect all evidence. I felt like a murderer covering up her crime, thinking that my mother would kill me and that I would no longer be my father’s princess because now I was having worse than a hairless head, a hairless body.
After finishing cleaning, I prepared to take a shower that was completely religious, it was like being born again. Now I was someone different, every drop on my head felt like something very different. I got out of the shower and drying myself was a very strange experience because what used to take a long time was now very fast when I could slide the towel on my bare skin. I put on some denim shorts and a tank top to feel comfortable and free.
The time it took my parents to arrive I spent touching my head. I liked that feeling and I couldn’t believe it was me. When my mother saw me, she got upset, my father looked at me as if he didn’t know if I was really his daughter.
I had to lie and say that I did it for a friend who got sick and was going through chemo, so we all got haircuts, but I wanted to take it a step further and asked to be left as bald as a billiard ball. However, I didn’t want my friend to feel bad about losing her eyebrows and eyelashes, so I asked everyone to shave off my beloved and gorgeous eyebrows as well (I think Amanda seemed suspiciously excited about having my eyebrows shaved off at that point). They apparently believed me, but my mom said I shouldn’t do anything crazy again without telling my dad and her first.
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 2024
Continuing with my new “me,” today I got up and tried in vain to remove the hairs that usually appeared on my face, something that made me laugh a little and reminded me of my reflex action that I did every morning. When I put on my usual uniform, I felt strange because I normally had to pull my hair through the neck hole of my shirt. When I got to school, the principal was shocked to see me without a single hair on my head and without saying a word, she called me into her office. I, with a malicious smile, said to her: “What? Is it too long for the school rules?”
She didn’t know what to say and, still in shock, left me alone. But there was still something that worried me: How would Robert react?
Some time passed and then the moment arrived and, like everyone who had recognized me, completely in shock, he said to me: What happened?
That’s when I changed my lie and told him that my mother’s sister was diagnosed with a disease and that because of the treatment she would lose all her hair and that was how, out of solidarity, I decided to shave my entire head. He believed my lie and told me that I was very brave.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2024
It’s 6 p.m. and I’m writing this from the car in which Robert and I traveled so I’ll be brief.
Today is the day of the dance and in the morning I shaved my entire body again from head to toe. I put on my metallic blue dress with metallic silver open toe pumps because I want to shine most tonight, not just with my outfit, but with my bald head as well.
