Sarah Shearer
Captain Jacob Gibson was two months into a six-month Navy deployment. So it was always exciting to see the daily email pop up from his wife, Bethany.
Jake and Bethany dated for two years before finally deciding to tie the knot. But after they set the wedding date, they learned that Jake would be deployed less than a month after. He got a week’s leave for their honeymoon before the lead-up to and his eventual departure. It certainly was not long enough. He missed her terribly.
Today’s email carried the subject line, “Something Very Special For You.”
“Jake, my love. I miss you so much. I wanted to do something special that I think you would enjoy. I hope you enjoy watching and dreaming of when we are together.
I love you,
Beth
P.S. – You might want to watch this when you are alone.”
Jake clicked the link, which took him to the YouTube page for Visions of Beauty, the hair salon owned by Bethany’s best friend, Monica. He hit play. Bethany smiled as the video faded in. Her strawberry-blonde hair, styled into a short pageboy, framed her fair-skinned round face. Her green eyes sparkled at him through her clear plastic-framed glasses.
“Hey there, my sailor boy,” Bethany said. “I’m glad you’re only out for six months, because I sure miss you. I want to have you close to me, to feel you next to me. I want to feel what it’s really like to be a married woman.”
She then took in a deep breath. “So, because you haven’t been around, I have been a little bored. I spent some time on the computer and found…well, that hidden folder with some videos that you saved.”
Jake’s heart jumped. He had told Bethany how much he liked her short hair, and how he had always preferred short hair on women. But the videos revealed more than he had ever confided in his new bride. Women having their hair buzzed off, even shaved clean. Watching those transformations was a turn-on. He dreamed of how great it would be to run his hands sensually all over a woman’s freshly shorn head. And he privately dreamed of how incredible it would be if Bethany would agree to such a transformation.
When Bethany had buzzed Jake’s hair as he prepared for his deployment, he joking asked her if she would consider buzzing her own hair someday. They both laughed it off. Now, it appeared that Bethany wasn’t laughing.
“There’s a lot of videos there,” Bethany continued. “You must really love seeing a woman buzzed. I’m guessing you have one those, what are they called? Hair fetishes. It’s more than just seeing women with short hair, isn’t?” Jake’s heart pounded, wondering where this was all going.
“I’m also guessing that, someday, you would like me to fulfill your little fantasy.” A mischievous smile suddenly came to her face. “Well, I’ve decided that I need to add a video to your secret folder.”
At that point. Monica entered the frame and draped a white barber’s cape over her mint green blouse. “Hi Jake,” Monica said as she waved at the camera. Jake felt himself getting hard quickly at the prospect of what was about to happen. Monica fastened the cape and then proceeded to run a pick through Bethany’s hair.
“I told Monica about what I had found and about what I had decided to do,” she continued, “and she was more than happy to help. She has never shaved a woman’s head, but she has shaved Brody’s head a few times. She also watched a couple of your movies. I think she has a good idea of what to do.”
“So, sailor boy, are you ready for me to do it?” Bethany said. It was all that Jake could do to keep his hands off his pants.
Bethany removed her glasses and handed them to Monica. She stepped out of the frame and returned with Jake’s hair clippers. There was no guard on them. “Are you ready, Jake?” Monica said into the camera as the clippers came to life. “Are you ready, Beth?” Monica asked. “Do it!” she replied confidently.
Monica took her place behind Bethany, lowered the clippers to the middle of Bethany’s forehead and started pulling them towards her hairline. She feigned a shocked expression as the first tendrils of her hair hit the cape. Jake’s erection became bigger as the clippers mowed a path across the top of Bethany’s head. This was really happening, and it pained him to know that he wasn’t the one doing the honors.
“I’ve asked Monica to shave just one side first,” Bethany said as Monica started the second pass across the front of her head. “I thought you might like to see my old look and my new look side by side.” Monica kept moving the clippers methodically over the right side of Bethany’s head, making sure not to go too fast so that Jake could enjoy as much of the show as possible. A smirk never seemed to leave Bethany’s face. At one point, she closed her eyes and leaned her head slightly back. Jake couldn’t tell if it was because she was enjoying the experience or enjoying what she knew it was doing to him.
Once Monica had finished the right side of her head, Monica flipped the clippers off and handed Bethany her glasses. She put them on before Monica handed her a mirror. Bethany purred softly as she ran her hand across her freshly shorn skin for the first time.
She faced the camera and spoke directly to Jake. “What do you think, sailor boy? Do you like my old look or my new look?” She turned her head to show off both sides and then whispered, “I think I know the answer.” Jake did too as he felt his penis starting to pump.
Bethany removed her glasses again and handed them to Monica. Her shorn hair fell as she jostled underneath the cape a bit, mostly outside of the camera frame. “You’re feeling good, aren’t you?” Monica asked as the slightest bit of movement was noticeable at the bottom of the frame.
Bethany closed her eyes as her chest moved up and down. A little more movement was noticeable at the bottom of the screen. “Do you mind if I think about Jake?” she asked. “Do what you need to do,” Monica replied. “Are you ready to start again?” Bethany nodded.
Monica turned the clippers back on. She went back to the middle of Bethany’s forehead and started over the left side of her head. This time, the chatter was a bit quieter. Bethany’s smirk sparkled with contentment as she focused a little more on herself and her thoughts of Jake. Monica’s pace was again methodical and measured. As Monica ran the clippers behind her left ear, Bethany heaved up, letting out a moan as she tilted her back, her mouth wide open. Monica stopped, allowing Bethany’s orgasm to crest.
Monica laughed. “Can’t say that I have turned another woman on before,” she said. “Bethany laughed too, slightly embarrassed with how excited she became. “You’re going to be a hot mess when Jake gets to do this to you,” Monica added. Jake was already a hot mess thinking about it.
Bethany’s gyrations subsided and Monica flipped the clippers back on, moving them around Bethany’s left ear and back of her head. Finally, all of her hair was gone. Her round head was fully revealed. With strawberry-blonde hair, she already looked completely bald. Bethany looked up into the camera. “I know this is what you want,” she whispered seductively.
Monica took a towel and wiped down Bethany’s head. She purred again as she felt the terry cloth glide across her scalp. Monica then handed Bethany the mirror. “Oh wow!” she exclaimed as she saw herself fully devoid of hair. Bethany ran a hand across her head again and purred once more. “He’s going to love it,” she said.
“You look great,” Monica replied. “I have only seen a couple of women who I thought could pull being bald off. But you can. You look stunning.” Monica ran her hand through her own long, dark curly tresses. “Almost makes me want to try it myself.”
The thought of that sent Jake’s lower body pumping again.
“So are we stopping here, or are we going all the way?” Monica asked.
“Well, the last couple of videos in the folder had the woman being shaved clean, so let’s go all the way,” Bethany replied.
Monica sprayed shaving cream into her hands and began rubbing it across Bethany’s head. The jostling of the cape was visible again as Bethany enjoyed the sensation of Monica’s hands running across her head, coating it with an even layer of white. Bethany let out a giggle as the sensation tickled the base of her neck.
“You look cute,” Monica said, holding the mirror back up as Bethany giggled again. “I hope Jake thinks I look cute,” she replied.
“You’re more than cute,” Jake replied to seemingly no one, staring fixated at his phone screen. It was a good thing that he was off duty until the morning, because he wouldn’t be able to concentrate otherwise.
“Do you want me to take it slow again?” Monica asked. “Yes,” Bethany replied. “Let’s give him a good show.”
Monica started just above Bethany’s right eyebrow, gliding the razor back. She dipped the razor in some water offscreen and continued, taking short strokes up from her hairline to the top of her head. Monica worked her way down the back of her neck, again taking short, deliberate strokes. “That feels amazing,” Bethany said. Monica could only smile as she finished up the back of her neck, knowing that Bethany was turned on by the experience as much as she was thinking about Jake.
As Monica scraped away the cream along Bethany’s temples, Jake was taking full stock of what he was seeing. Yes, he had dreamed of Bethany shaving her head. Yes, he had dreamed of doing it himself. And now he was dreaming of what it would be like when he returned home as suddenly his wife, the woman of his dreams, was living out some of his deepest fantasies.
Finally, Monica creased Bethany’s left earlobe back and took two short strokes behind it. With that, the job was done. “Bald Bethany,” Monica remarked as she toweled off what was left of the shaving cream. “I never thought I would ever say that. But you’re really beautiful.”
Bethany put her glasses back on. Jake was quite struck with how her clear frames accentuated her new look. It seemed natural. Her green eyes were magnified behind the lenses and popped out more from her face without any hair framing them. Her smile seemed brighter too.
“So here’s the deal, sailor boy,” Bethany said. “I am going to let my hair grow back until you get home. Then, if you want, you will have your chance to shave me. How does that sound? Do you love your bald wife? And how much will you love making me bald again?”
Jake knew that there was nothing else he wanted more.
“So keep this picture in your head until you return. Your bald wife, Bethany. I love you.” She kissed the lens of the camera and the video faded to black.
