The Start of Something New Part 1 (repost)

Here is the first of the reposts of old stories! For those of you who don’t know, I wrote all of these stories on an old account and have lost access to it, so in an attempt to consolidate and make things easier on you, the reader, I’ve decided to repost the stories with some basic editing because those old stories could be a little rough. I’m also including part numbers on any reposts of old series to make following along easier.

And just like that, the NCAA football season was over. Or at least it was for my school. Our team had not won enough games to play in a bowl game so my job as cheerleader was over for the season. Sure we would have practices, maybe show up for the occasional basketball game or photo shoot, but for the most part my life was my own. In more ways than one.

Not only was the football season over, but so was my relationship. I was only a sophomore but my boyfriend, or I guess, ex-boyfriend, was a junior. After the season ended, he announced he was transferring to a better school. One where he would have a better chance of being drafted after his senior season. He wanted to cut all ties with his losing school. Including his cheerleader girlfriend.

This made my decision easy. My boyfriend Jack loved my long blonde hair. It wasn’t my natural color and I likely had spent thousands of dollars keeping my naturally dark brown hair long, golden blonde, and beautiful. And Jack had loved it. I’ll admit it always looked great in my uniform, tied up in a high ponytail. I would always curl it to give it a little extra body. Or when I would wear it long and straight, letting it fall down to my waistline. But that was about to change.

With Jack gone and the season over, I was ready for a change. I didn’t know what kind of change but I knew I didn’t want to have long blonde hair anymore. Maybe I would cut it off at my bra straps, dye it red. Or if I had been feeling crazy, maybe a faint rose good color. Jack always said he hated unnatural hair colors. That would show him.

I booked an appointment at a new salon knowing my normal girl, Kelsey, would never let me ruin all the work she had put into my locks. My girlfriends all said that I’m crazy and refused to join me but I didn’t care. I was going to put myself in the hands of a new stylist and I knew I was going to love it. Today would be the start of something new and I could not wait.

As I pulled up to the salon, I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. I had never been to this part of my college town before but I had heard about it. Lots of underground coffee shops and smoky bars. Maybe the kinds of things an art major would go to. But not a peppy blonde cheerleader looking more for a husband than for a degree.

The salon fit the vibe perfectly. The artwork intended to look like graffiti was perfectly imperfect. It looked to be a part of an old warehouse with old red bricks and clean glass windows with black iron bars across them. The doors were of the same style as the windows, with big clean glass panes and black iron bars running from top to bottom and one black bar across each to pull the doors open.

I got out of my almost brand new 2022 model Lexus, Starbucks coffee in hand. My long hair whipped around my face in the cool early winter wind. I knew my face was pretty, people had told me my whole life. It was a gentle oval shape, perfect with any hairstyle. My athletic, toned frame with enough boob and backside to look good without being too big, myblue eyes, slender nose, and full lips completed the package of head turner.

I pulled my dark blue cheerleading fleece around myself more tightly, letting the sleeves cover my hands to the bases of my fingers. The wind was just a little too cold for my black leggings as I hurried inside. Wearing my pink and brown leather sandals was an even bigger mistake as my toes instantly felt the bite of the cold. It looked warm inside so I quickly opened the door and walked in.

Inside I saw a lobby area with several chairs. There was another girl there, a bookish looking girl with thick framed glasses and an overgrown brown pixie cut. I did my best to disguise my disgust, there was nothing worse than a girl with a boy haircut. Anything shorter than a bob is a mistake, I thought to myself.

At the front desk I was greeted by an even stranger sight. The receptionist was a pale woman in her late twenties with a chin length bob and bangs that didn’t even reach her eyebrows. The worst part though was that her hair was dyed two colors, half black, half green, split right down the middle of her head. I couldn’t stop myself from slightly scrunching my nose at her strange appearance.

”Hi, I’m Katie, I have an appointment with Evan,” I said to the receptionist as pleasantly as possible. I, as an experienced cheerleader, had been faking smiles for years so I was sure that my attitude was appropriately peppy.

The woman smirked, seeming to fight down a laugh. “Of course you do, just have a seat. He’s finishing up his previous appointment.”

I smiled a polite closed lip smile and nodded before turning to find a chair in the mostly empty lobby. The receptionist’s behavior definitely seemed odd but this was an odd place. And she looked like an odd girl. Her hair was even more than odd. It was just gross.

I sat down, doing my best to stay far from the short haired girl who probably went to poetry readings and midnight releases for fantasy novels. I kept my eyes down, focused on my phone and my grande caramel macchiato. I scanned through hair inspiration photos, excited what Evan might help me decide on. Maybe some long layers and curtain bangs would have been perfect for me.

As I continued to sip my coffee and scroll through my different social medias I heard the front door open and close. I look up and see a girl who is close to my age just outside the glass. It’s hard to see but it looks like her hair is up in a high bun. Disgustingly it looked like she had an undercut that ran halfway up the back of her head, stopping almost at the top of her ears. And the hair she did have was electric blue. I shuddered at the thought of having even a little part of my head shaved, and that color was just so horrible. I would have been okay with something subtle, but that was too much. The girl gave a satisfied rub to the shaved section on the back of her head and I nearly shuddered again, sickened by the way that would feel on my head.

”Katie?” I heard a shockingly attractive male voice call out.

I turned and was surprised to see an attractive man to go with the attractive voice. He looked to be in his late twenties, possibly early thirties. He was tall, maybe 6’4” with light brown hair that was buzzed close on the sides and is an inch or two long on the top which is casually combed back and to the side. He had green eyes and a sharp jawline. His face had a light stubble, looking to be just a few days worth of new growth from a clean shave. His arms were muscular but not bulky and the simple olive green t-shirt he wore only served to highlight his perfect form. He rounded the outfit off with dark wash boot cut blue jeans and a pair of brown Doc Marten boots. He looked down at me with a smile and asked, “Katie?”

I awoke myself from the sexy man-induced stupor and smile back. “That’s me, are you Evan?”

He nodded and opened the door into the back. “I am, come on back, you’re up!”

I stood up, dropping my phone into my brown handbag, and walked through the door into the hallway on the other side.

Evan brushed past me and I felt his hand graze my lower back, my heart rate increasing at his casual touch. “Follow me, we’ll go to my room.”

I followed the man who stood over half a foot taller than me down a warmly lit hallway. He opened the door to a room that had a barber’s chair and a hair washing station. There was a ring light in the corner with a white sheet on the wall and a camera on a tripod. The mirror was lit with several warm yellow Edison style lightbulbs around the border. Along the counter in front of mirror were several sets of scissors, clippers, and even some straight razors.

He followed me in, closing the door behind us. “Go ahead and set your bag down and you can hang your jacket up here. It can get a little warm in here so there’s a coat rack over here,” he said, gesturing at an empty coat rack in the corner.

”Thank you, I’m really excited,” I said as I hung my purse and jacket on the coat rack. I pulled my phone out and slid it in the waistband of my leggings. I then only had a gray tank top on but Evan was right, it was very warm in there.

”Oh is that so?” Evan asked, rotating the chair to face me.

I smiled and sat down. “Of course! I need a big change. And I need it bad. My boyfriend just dumped me and my cheerleading season is over for the year. I want something new with my hair.”

Evan turned me to face the mirror and smiled at me. “Well lucky for you, I specialize in big changes.”

”I was hoping whoever I got would be! I felt a little crazy just booking an appointment with the first available stylist.” I looked up at him and continued with a flirty look. “I’m pretty happy it turned out to be somebody that looks like you.”

Evan smirked at the obvious attempt at flirtation. “I can’t say I get beautiful blondes like you in here all the time! I’d say I’m pretty lucky to get my hands on this hair.” He played with my long ponytail, running his fingers through it, feeling how healthy and strong it was.

”I’m not sure I want to be a blonde anymore actually. I want a cut and color, I was hoping you might have some suggestions,” I said to him, watching as he played with my luxurious hair.

”Are you sure? I can tell this isn’t your natural color, it probably had to cost quite a bit to get it this way,” he asks, looking at me with a doubting squint.

”I’m so sure. I’m all yours. And not just my hair,” I said, throwing all caution to the wind.

”You’re in luck. I don’t date blondes but since we’re about to fix that, maybe we’ll just consider this our first date,” he said, patting me on the shoulder before sweeping a long back cape across my body.

He snapped the cape around my neck and looked at me in the mirror. “Katie, I’m going to take you dark. Really dark. And I’m thinking you need short hair too.”

I suddenly started to grow nervous at his suggestions. “Like brown? And…um…how short?” I asked, hesitating as words I never expected came out of my mouth.

”I think maybe black. With another color mixed in. I’m not sure what but something unnatural,” he said with a nod.

My eyes opened wide. “I was up for something unnatural but are you sure I’ll look good with black hair too?”

”I promise you will,” he said.

”And…you never said how short,” I said meekly.

”We’ll Katie, I only do shaved styles. I think I’d like to give you a side shave.”

”A what?” I asked at a near shout. I tried standing up but his strong hand pushed me down.

”Maybe both sides. You said you trust me. If you keep resisting, you’re going to lose more hair.”

”Lose more hair? Are you kidding me?” I demanded, starting to stand up but I feeling a strap wrap around each of my wrists.

”Fine, now you’re getting a mohawk.”

”A mohawk?” I asked at a near shout, trying to force my way out of the restraints. Tears immediately began to pour from my eyes.

”Now the sides are getting straight razor shaved! Calm down now or it’s only going to get worse.” Evan showed only calm forcefulness behind his firm words.

I sank into the chair, resigning to my fate in disbelief. “Fine. I trust you.”

He smiled at me, the forceful demeanor now suddenly gone. “Great, let’s get this started!”

I looked at him, my face still wet with tears. “Does this still count as a date? I can’t imagine I’ll be getting any rebound hookups with a mohawk.”

”I love mohawks on women. I think you need some new piercings too. I’m licensed to do that too.”

I settled in for whatever was coming. “If you say so. I might as well be what you like since no one else will like me.”

”I like the attitude change. You’re going to look perfect when I’m done with you. And very different too.”

He grabbed a tissue and wipes the tears from my face, not removing my hands from the restraints. He then began sectioning out an inch and a half wide mohawk down the center of my head and down the back. He held the blonde hair up and out of the way by clipping it up with white plastic clips.

”Well, I did say I wanted a new look,” I said as I saw how little hair I will have when the cut is done.

Evan smiled and took two hair ties, tying each side into a single pigtail. Without any warning, he pulled scissors from his back pocket and snipped each of them off, rendering each side of my hair into short, choppy, uneven hair. He gently set both ponytails down and goes to grab his clippers.

My eyes began to fill with new years at seeing my hair so brutally cut but I refused to complain. I didn’t know what could be worse than a black mohawk but I knew I didn’t want to find out.

He flicked the clippers on and I heard a pop followed by a hum. I had seen clippers used on other people but never would have thought that they would be used on me. To shave away almost all of my hair. I closed my eyes as he brought the clippers close to my head, tears steaming down my cheeks.

”No closing your eyes. I expect you to watch while we turn you into the new you. You need to see the old you falling away,” he said.

I opened my eyes and watched as he drove the clippers up my nape along the right side of the sectioned out mohawk. I saw the short remnants of my once long, beautiful blonde hair fall to the ground as he worked the clippers up to the back of my crown. As he neared the top he stopped and started a new strip up. Almost as if he was teasing me and not allowing me to see what my bald scalp would look like, he finished the back, moving to the left side of my nape after he finished the right. After he removed the bulk he moved the clippers up and down, shaving the hair as close as possible.

Before he moved to shave the sides he stops and wipes my face with a new tissue. “You’re really messing up your makeup you know. Good thing I do makeup too. We’ll do something that matches your new look better anyway.”

I did my best to stop the tears from pouring from my eyes as he picked the clippers back up and asked, “Are you ready to keep going? It’s time to see your bald scalp.”

I nodded with a quivering breath. He wasted no time and shaved up through my right sideburn, instantly showing my pale scalp which stood in stark contrast to my tanned skin. He moved around my ear, folding it down to shave close around my ear. He only moved the clippers slowly as he approaches the edge of the mohawk, careful to not shave anything he didn’t want to shave. I sat perfectly still, my back stiff and straight, terrified of the possibility of ending up completely bald due to a slip of his hand.

The right side of my head was soon almost completely bare. All that remained was barely visible dark stubble, my natural color now showing through with the bleached blonde hair gone. He shaved my left side as quickly as he shaved my right and now I have a mohawk. I could hardly believe how little hair I had, but there my reflection was, staring back at me.

Much to my surprise, I actually kind of liked it. “Evan, I trust you, do you trust me?” I asked as I was suddenly filled with the overwhelming urge to feel my stubbly scalp.

”I don’t know can I?” he asked as he cleaned my hair from his clippers.

”I promise you can. I really want to feel this before you do the razor shave. I want to feel it after too but I’ve always loved rubbing boys’ buzzcuts. I want to feel it on my own head now.”

Evan looked at me with a smile, “I’m glad to hear you’re on board now.”

He set the clippers down and unstrapped my restrained wrists. I cautiously reached my hands up, careful not to disturb the long clipped up blonde hair. I first touched it lightly, letting my fingers graze across the bristly stubble. I almost flinched as I gasped at the feeling. Then I began to rub my head, first with my fingertips, then letting my fingers sink in to feel my almost completely bald head.

The feeling was instantly intoxicating. My eyes briefly roll back as I relish the feeling on my head.

“I guess you’re a fan?” Evan asked with a confident, sexy little smirk.

“Oh my god, yes!” I said. “Can you finish shaving the sides now? I want to feel it smooth. So bad. You don’t have to strap my arms back down, I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours baby.”

Evan smiled as he worked warm shaving cream into a foam. “I knew you were the moment you walked in. I’m glad you finally realize it.”

I eagerly waited as he rubbed in the warm shaving cream, savoring the touches of his hands. “Once I’m done shaving you I’ll cut the mohawk. And dye it. How would you feel about black and purple?” he asked.

”I would love that. Only if you want it though,” I said, suddenly desperately desiring his approval.

”Of course I do. I was going to do it either way but I’m glad to hear you’ll like it too.”

I watched him pick up a straight razor and, after running it across a leather strip, he walked behind me and tilted my head forward. I felt him begin to drag the razor up my nape, again starting on the right side of my mohawk.

With the speed of a skilled professional, both sides of my nape were smooth. I could tell that my mohawk has been shaved into a point at the very bottom. He then lifted my chin and planted a kiss on my lips. “Having a good time my dear?”

”I wasn’t at first but I am now,” I purred. “When am I going to another one of those?”

”Soon enough, you still have too much hair for more. Let’s finish your shave,” he said as he tilted my head to the left. He scraped away the stubble from the right side of my head and I saw my slick, shiny scalp for the first time. I was surprised to find that I liked the gray paleness of my head and the way it contrasted my significantly darker foundation.

He rubbed a hand on the right side of my head, feeling its smoothness and checking for any missed spots. He then gently kissed my bald scalp on the right side before tilting my head to the right to shave the left.

Soon my sides were both fully shaved and I eagerly awaited my chance to feel them. “Can I touch it now?” I asked. I couldn’t believe how much I loved this but I really, really loved it.

”Of course you can,” he said with that same sexy smirk.

I reached my hands up and feel my smooth scalp. Somehow it was even better than before and I allowed my fingers to search over my scalp. I for the first time felt the shape of my skull and it felt so perfect.

”You have a great head, Katie. I’m glad I got to uncover that for you.”

”Is it time to cut my mohawk now? I’m so excited to see the final look.” I ask.

”Let’s do it. I’m thinking two and a half inches is the perfect length for your mohawk.”

”Whatever you say babe, you have perfect taste,” I said, smiling contently.

He began to unclip the long hair from the top of my head and it cascaded down to my right side. For the first time in my life, I hated the look of my long blonde hair.

”I’m glad you’re getting rid of this. Jack loved my long blonde hair so much and seeing it go away is the best way to send him off too.”

”I guess Jack is your ex?” Evan asked as he tied my long hair into three separate tails, each about three inches from my scalp.

”Yes he is. He’s a football player and transferred from the college here in town to go somewhere where he has a better chance of going pro. I would have gone with him if he asked. But he didn’t. He just dumped me.”

”Well, let’s get rid of this then,” Evan said as he snipped each of the three tails off.

He placed they three tails, the last of my long hair, next to the other two he cut off. “I’ll be keeping these as a souvenir. I like to turn the hair I cut from big transformations into wigs so I can remember them. Maybe I’ll let you wear yours one day. And the other girls’ too.”

I smiled seductively at him. “Anything for you babe.”

He sprayed my short hair wet and began to snip away, shaping it and texturing it into the perfect two and a half inch long mohawk. The wet hair clippings fell and stuck to my cheeks and bald scalp but Evan gently brushed them away with a soft brush.

With the wet hair Evan fanned out my mohawk, showing my new hairstyle to me for the first time. I turned my head side to side, examining and carefully considering it.

”Oh my god, I love it so much! Do you like it?” I asked, hoping he was happy with his creation.

”Of course I do. Now since you’re still a blonde, I don’t have to bleach anything, let’s get the dye on here.”

Evan mixed black dye in one bowl and purple dye in another and began applying the dyes to my thin strip of hair. He dyed it in inch wide segments, alternating between the black and purple dyes. Soon he was finished as by this point I had almost no hair.

”Ok we need to let this set, let’s do your piercings,” he said removing his gloves and washing his hands with soap and water.

”Will it hurt?” I asked. Piercings, like everything else that was happening, were mostly new to me.

”I won’t lie to you, your lip, nose, and cartilage will. But I’m good so it won’t hurt as bad as it would if someone else did it.”

I nodded and did my best to prepare myself mentally as he prepared his needles and the jewelry that he would soon be sticking in my face.

As the dye set he got to work on my piercings. He started with the easy one, putting a simple stud in both of my earlobes. I already had one in each so that made two. He then moved and leaned my head back, piercing the outside of my right nostril and placing a thin silver colored ring. Then he pierced my left cartilage and gave me an industrial piercing on my right ear, both with simple silver rods. By the time he finished my lip piercing, a silver ring in the left side of my bottom lip, I was sore but extremely pleased with the way I looked.

”You were right, it did hurt. But it’s worth it.”

”You look incredible Katie. Way better than you did before. Now let’s get you up so I can rinse this dye out and get it styled so you can get out of here.”

He offered me a hand and I took it, holding it as he walked me over to the chair in front of his washing station. He warms the water and gently rinsed the dye away from my scalp as well as whatever residue remained from my shave. He then patted my head dry and rubbed a towel over my mohawk.

”With all that hair you used to have, you’ll be shocked at how quick your hair dries now. You have so little it’ll be dry before you know it,” he said as he walked me back over to his barber chair.

”So less time getting ready in the morning then? That’s always a good thing.”

He smiled. “More time to master your new goth makeup style that matches your new cut and color.”

I rolled my eyes. “You turned me into your goth girlfriend didn’t you?”

”We’re on our first date and you call yourself my girlfriend? You’re a bold one.”

I smile. “This new look makes me feel like a badass. But only if you want me to be.” I winked at him.

He quickly fanned out my mohawk using some kind of powerful hair glue which he swore wouldn’t even move in wind or rain. He then began to apply makeup to my face, redoing any of my foundation and contouring in places that were disturbed by my tears. He then gave me dark smoky eyeshadow on my eyes and a dark purple lipstick that matched my purple streaks. Finally he pulled the cape off of me and blew the scraps of hair off of me, removing the last parts of the old me.

”And here is the new you, do you love it? I know I do,” Evan said.

I ran my fingers over my shaved sides, gently feel the mohawk, turn my head side to side and examine the sides and all my new piercings, “Of course I do! I’d kiss you if my mouth wasn’t so sore!”

Evan smiled, handing me a business card with his cell phone number written on the back. “Good, get out of here, I have another appointment soon. Text me your address and I’ll come pick you up tonight after I get off. I’ll make sure you forget all about Jack?”

”Who?” I asked with a wink as I turned to walk out the door.

The receptionist did her best not to smile at me and my new style as I paid for the experience. “I guess things went well then?” she asked with a knowing look.

I turned and saw another girl, dressed similar to me with long highlighted brown hair and a Starbucks coffee. She looked up at me with disgust, wrinkling her nose as I did at the receptionist.

“Things went very well,” I said before I turned and walked out the door, ready to face the world as a new woman.

If you like this, there’s more to come! And if you want to jump ahead, my buddy wozziewoo has taken over the story so here’s the link to his most recent addition:

The Start of Something New: Volume II Chapter 20 — Epilogue