The Start of Something New: The Fundraiser

If you haven’t read the first part, here is the beginning of Katie’s journey!

The Start of Something New

The Spring Semester

Annie’s return home was, of course, almost as warm as Anna’s had been. The other girls, having become desensitized to the extreme nature of shaved hairstyles thanks to Anna and me, all gushed over Annie’s new hairstyle, rubbing the shaved sides, playing with the ear length hair on her crown, excitedly chattering about how flattering the new cut was. It felt as though my mohawk was rapidly becoming old news.

The three shaved cheerleaders had rapidly become the talk of the university as the spring semester ramped up. Anna had found ways to get Annie and me into her Instagram posts and had even talked us into helping Evan shave her head. Annie and I both kept our accounts private and even refused to be tagged in the posts but whenever the three of us appeared on her page, the posts generally blew up.

Evan had also found a reasonable degree of fame on Instagram as well. He had allowed Anna, after much convincing on her part, to tag his professional stylist page. Clients who were comfortable with having their photos posted made up the majority of his posts. I even let him post pictures of me and I found that commenters always seemed to beg for my head to be fully shaved.

As winter turned to spring, the shaved mohawk quickly became a much more practical style for me. With shorts and a tank top, I was cooler and more comfortable than I had ever been with my long head of hair. The absence of sleeves also allowed me to show off my new ink. With permission from Emma and with Evan’s help paying for it, I had tattooed most of my upper left arm and part of my shoulder into a half sleeve tattoo.

I still enjoyed the contrast in my look, continuing to dress like any stereotypical college cheerleader, but my piercings, dark makeup, tattoos and mohawk marking my individuality. It also excited me as it further showed that I belonged to Evan. Evan adored my new look, and I loved how much he loved it.

With spring came spring break and Evan closed his shop for a week, taking me on a ski trip at a business partner’s cabin. There was something fun about wearing my beanie on the mountain and then pulling it off around to reveal my mohawk which was now dyed pink. Evan and I skied during the days and hot tubbed at night.

Although I usually stayed at his house at least a night a week, this was our longest time spent together. I was given nightly shaves on my sides and I adored how smooth they stayed with the frequent attention. It was almost enough to distract me from what came the week after spring break.

The Fundraiser

Every year, the cheer squad did a fundraiser. Each member of the squad would undergo a makeover at the hands of the highest bidder. Most years, it was generally agreed upon ahead of time that salons in the city would choose a cheerleader to sponsor and they would be given some kind of bland, pre-decided makeover as a sort of advertisement for the salon.

However, this year was different. Most of the girls had found salons to partner with and would be getting their sponsored spa days. Four girls though, Anna, Annie, Emma, and me had been unable to find sponsors.

Annie had struggled because of her short hair and found that none of the big salons were interested in her. She had mostly done a good job of keeping up her style but by spring break had gone nearly a month without a trim and her sides and back had sufficiently grown in.

With my mohawk and alternative look, none of the big salons or stylists would even look at me. I wasn’t surprised by this but it did kind of hurt my feelings. The life of a mohawked girl wasn’t an easy one, even with a hot boyfriend who loved it. I was also a little nervous about what could be done with someone with so little hair.

Busy with internships and planning for post-grad life, Emma had simply forgotten to worry about a sponsor. Her hair flat, collarbone length brown hair was unimpressive and had never garnered much attention anyway. Evan and I already had a secret plan for her.

Anna’s case was entirely different. Her Instagram fame meant that anyone and everyone wanted to get their hands on her buzzed head. There had been so much interest in her hair that it was decided that she would get her own auction in an entirely different venue while everybody else would have our mostly normal event. Based off of comments on her Instagram by interested parties, it was likely that she would end up with her normally buzzed head shaved completely smooth.

The Big Day

The day finally came, the day before we were set to return to classes from spring break. I nervously got ready that morning, consciously choosing to just let my mohawk hang limply to the side so that whatever stylist or random bidder would be able to have their way with my hair. Evan had stopped my nightly head shaves a couple days before so I also had a reasonable amount of stubble on the sides.

One by one, each of the girls was ready, carefully choosing their outfits and makeup but leaving their hair in casual ponytails or buns as they knew they would be getting what was essentially a free day at the salon. Except Annie, Anna, Emma and I who all nervously awaited what was in store for our precious locks.

Anna, after being wished good luck by all of us, left with her escort, the campus police volunteering to drive her to the event hall where her auction would take place. The rest of us piled onto the shuttle bus where we would be taken to the basketball gym. On the gym floor would be a stage with two salon chairs so that two of us girls could get our makeovers at one time.

It was mid morning as we entered the gym and I felt nervousness building in my chest. I had so little hair but for some reason I was strongly attached to my thin strip of pink hair. I could see that Emma and Annie were nervous so I took their hands in mine as we entered the arena.

Inside we saw the stage, the chairs and supplies, the waiting stylists, and the photographers. Usually the event made us feel like models and for those who had sponsors, there was excitement in the air. There were a few spectators in the seats on the floor, mostly friends, boyfriends, and family members.

Everybody took their seats near the stage as the first two girls were brought on stage. Shandra and Betty had been chosen to go first and they took their seats in the two chairs. The auction began and as was pre-arranged, their salon sponsors bid the agreed upon amount and the first two girls were sold.

As the two girls were prepped for their makeovers, Emma, Annie, and I nervously chatted. I knew what Emma’s fate would be but I also knew she wasn’t going to know until she got onto the stage. I find myself growing aroused by my unknown fate. It brought back feelings from my first encounter with the man whom I had grown to love over the last few months.

Annie had worn her hair up in a top knot which bounced on her head. “Maybe somebody will just give me a trim,” she said nervously.

Emma nodded hopefully, “I’m really hoping that’ll happen for me. Or at the very least I hope I can still look professional. I have interviews for summer internships coming up and I need to not look like a freak.”

I laughed, “Oh you mean like me?” I ran my hand over my mohawk, possibly for one of the last times.

Allowing a small laugh to escape from her lips, Emma rolled her eyes, “You look great but do you really think some stuck up businessman would hire you looking like that?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess not but it’s a shame. It would look pretty good on you too.”

Emma laughed harder this time, causing some of the other girls to turn and look. “I think when you lost all that hair you lost part of your brain with it. You’re funny, Katie,” she told me.

I laughed shook my mohawked head and turned to  watch my two teammates undergo their makeovers. Before long the two girls were having their hair cut. Shandra was getting layers put into her kinky curly light brown hair and was also getting bangs. Nothing too extreme or daring, essentially exactly what everybody hoped for.

Betty’s red curls were being shaped into long layers and she was being given curtain bangs as well. The two girls were sitting happily, enjoying the attention, the photographers, and their makeovers. Before long they were done and another two of my teammates took their seats for their basic makeovers. One girl would be getting highlights, the other was being taken a shade darker.

As time went on, each of my teammates took the stage and were given their makeovers. Soon though it would be time for Emma, Annie and me to have our turns. We knew Annie was first and she seemed to be completely unable to sit still. As her name was called she shakily took the stage and sat in her seat.

”Now who will be bidding for our short-haired beauty, Annie? She recently underwent a big change so who thinks they can do better? We’ll start the bidding at $1000!” the auctioneer called out as he began the bidding.

Much to the surprise of Emma and me, a small bidding war popped up between two men, apparently the owners of local barbershops hoping to bring in more female customers. Finally after raising the price to a whopping $3000, one of the men, a handsome bald man with mocha colored skin took the stage to cut his prize’s hair.

Annie sat nervously under her cape but to everybody’s surprise, she got one of the best haircuts I have ever seen. The man expertly cut her hair into a beautiful skin fade, leaving around two inches on the top of her head and fading the edges down all the way to a straight razor. Annie was treated like a cropped princess and, after being given an eyebrow notch that matched perfectly with her razored hard part, was given a hot towel treatment.

With her new short hair pushed back with a pomade, Annie left the stage, a smile plastered to her face. I knew instantly that Evan had lost a customer as Annie would without a doubt be returning to her new barber to keep up her new style.

I felt Emma take my hand and squeeze hard. Her turn was next and as she was called up to the stage, I was certain I would need to push her. After some encouragement from the other girls and me, she took the stage.

”Now the cheer captain, Emma! Who would like to have a go at this brunette beauty? The bidding starts at a whopping $2000!” the auctioneer shouted for the crowd to hear.

I smirked, knowing what would come next. “$5000!” was heard from the back of the auditorium floor.

Emma’s nervous face seemed to go pale as she realized who had thrown in the biggest bid of the day. My amazing boyfriend and talented stylist, Evan, stood to take the stage, not even waiting for the auctioneer to say that my team captain’s hair had been sold.

Taking the stage with a confidence that nearly made me melt into a puddle, Evan winked at me and smirked, his dimples showing through his stubbly beard.

”Hey Evan,” I heard Emma say nervously.

”Hello to you, Emma. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on your hair for a while! I didn’t think I’d have to pay for the chance but it’s for a good cause right?” Evan asked, placing a strip of paper around the brunette’s neck.

She gulped, “You’re cutting all of my hair off aren’t you?”

Evan nodded as he swept the cape over her body, “That I am.”

”But I have to look professional! I have interviews for my summer internship next week!” she complained.

”Don’t you worry, I have something perfect in mind. You’re going to look great, and very professional,” Evan said, pulling her hair into three pigtails, one on each side and one in the back.

Without hesitation, my big-biceped boyfriend snipped each pigtail away with his sharp scissors that had once cut my hair. He would tell her the hair was going to be donated for cancer patients but I knew it would be a wig for his collection. He’d make a large monetary donation to make up for his fib.

Much to Emma’s credit, she took her huge change with grace and dignity, not shedding a single tear. It may have helped that she couldn’t see herself as he flicked on his clippers with the number two guard and began buzzing away the hair from her nape and sides.

Her mousy brown hair fell in cascades as my boyfriend quickly and skillfully worked. He hadn’t clipper the hair on her crown up and so he carefully fade the hair in at the edges of her crown, beginning to create the shape of her haircut.

He briefly flicked of the clippers and removed the guard. Using his comb, he expertly faded the hair down to the skin around the level of her temples. The other girls gasped as the hair fell away, leaving pale white skin and a short layer of stubble. Her ears were dramatically exposed, showing off her double studded earlobes on each side.

With her sides and back buzzed into a skin fade, Evan sprayed the hair on her crown wet with a spray bottle and began the process of shaping the longer hair on her crown with his scissors and comb. He began combing the hair up between his fingers and cropping the hair off barely more than an inch from her scalp.

Doing her best to remain stoic, Emma’s eyes slightly widened as the hair clippings continued to tumble from her head. I was sure that she doubted she would end up bald by the time she was done but I knew that would not be the case.

With her once collarbone length hair cut into a cute cropped pixie cut, Evan did the finishing touches of her cut by shaving her neck with a straight razor. Once finished with the shave, he worked styling wax into the inch and a half long hair, pushing it messily up and to the side without a clear part.

I could tell based off of her shocked expression that Emma couldn’t believe the way it felt when he worked his fingers through her exceptionally short hair. Interestingly, she closed her eyes in relaxed delight each time her rubbed her buzzed sides and nape.

The style now complete it was time for Emma to see her new look. Genuine shouts of encouragement came from all of my teammates as Evan turned to grab a hand mirror.

“So are you ready to see the new you?” Evan asked as he removed the cape and strip of paper from her neck, hiding the mirror behind his back.

I could see that she visibly gulped as she could, unable to form words, only nod her closely cropped head. Evan moved the hand mirror so she could see herself and her jaw dropped. Watching the transformation has aroused me as each transformation I had witnessed before did but much to my surprise, her slack jawed expression changed to a smile.

”Wow! Just wow! I look good, don’t I?” Emma asked, her voice growing in excitement.

The girls and those in the audience all cheered as she gently ran her hand up her nape, now holding the mirror herself as she examined her new appearance. I cheered along with them, winking at Evan as we secretly celebrated our success in taking another one of my friends short.

Emma stood and smiled as she continued to rub her buzzed sides and nape. She walked down and sat next to me. Each girl she passed eagerly complimented her new look, some rubbing her nape with their fingers.

”Fine. I look good with short hair. You were right,” she said in mock shortness. She wore a slight smirk on her shapely lips. “You’re next,” she reminded me ominously.

My Turn

I gulped as I looked to the stage. I reached my hand up and felt my mohawk for what very well might be the last time. My stubbly sides had reached the phase where they were soft and velvety to the touch. I had no clue what was in store as I took the stage.

”Last up is our punk rock beauty, Katie! We’ll start the bidding at-,” the auctioneer began before being interrupted by a loud voice.

”$10,000!” I heard shouted by a familiar voice from behind me as I whirled around from facing the chair.

Immediately a wide smile became plastered to my face as I saw the man whose skills I had come to enjoy so deeply. Evan gave me a toothy smirk as he took the stage and threw the cape across my body as he had done so many times before.

”So am I getting my usual shave and trim?” I asked, happy to see that familiar hands would be caring for my head.

”Not quite,” he said with a sly grin.

”What are you planning, you sneaky man?” I asked, doing my best to hide my nerves which had replaced the brief relief I had felt.

”You’re getting a full head shave,” he said as I heard his clippers hum to life.

”Wait, what?” was all I could stammer out as I felt the clippers plunge into the small amount of hair I had left.

He started in the front, driving the sharp clippers straight into my pink hair. The girls all cheered as my last remaining locks tumbled to the floor. My face and scalp flushed with embarrassment as I felt arousal grow. The same feelings of humiliation I felt when I was first shaved returned as I felt my precious mohawk being taken away.

Evan had dressed strategically in dark jeans that hid the erection I knew he had. He’d be getting lucky later and we both knew it. I felt like I was getting lucky now as I did my best to hide my immense pleasure at my shaving.

He made quick work of the strip of hair on my head and soon I felt warm shaving cream being lathered on my head. My eyes nearly rolled back as my boyfriend’s strong hands massaged my stubbly, now fully buzzed scalp. I could hardly believe that my hair was now completely gone and I would soon be shaved smooth all over my head.

The crowd cheered again as Evan produced his trusty straight razor. He used a leather strop to both hone the edge and to build suspense and anticipation for both me and the crowd.

”Just shave her already!” I heard from the crowd.

I looked around and saw the newly shorn Emma who was now standing beside Annie offer a thumbs up. With a roll of my eyes I mouthed my thanks to my short haired team captain.

Evan began shaving my head. For some reason although I was used to my weekly shaves, knowing that my hair would be completely shaven made the experience almost euphoric. Feeling my stubble being scraped away by his strong confident hands, I felt myself almost reach climax at his touch.

He worked the razor over my whole head, exposing my bare scalp to the world as we went. I felt his hands move across the glassy smooth places where his razor had crossed, checking for any unevenness or roughness.

He moved quickly but carefully and soon I was balder than the day I was born. I hadn’t seen it or felt it with my hands yet but I could tell my hair was gone. I felt cold and exposed but also exhilarated. Evan placed a hot towel on my head and removed my cape.

”You knew this day would come right?” he asked me softly as he put away his supplies.

”Of course I did, I just didn’t expect you to do it in front of my team and bunch of sponsors and photographers,” I said through a smile.

”It’s a lot more fun this way. Don’t tell me you didn’t love it,” he said placing a hand on my shoulder.

I made eye contact with him and gave a knowing closed lipped smile. He removed the hot towel from my head and held his mirror for me to see myself.

My hands immediately shot to my bald head as I admired my smoothly shaved head. Running my hands over my shining scalp I found myself laughing. It felt so good. So clean. Evan proudly rubbed my head as I stood. He then pulled me in for a kiss, wrapping his fingers around the back of my bald head.

As we lingered for a moment during our kiss, I heard several woos from the crowd. Evan pulled away and whispered, “Later,” before rubbing my bald head one last time.

I left the stage to join my teammates as the auctioneer thanked all of the donors for the event. Thanks in large part to my boyfriend, a new record had been met. My friends all gathered around me and rubbed my newly bald head. I smiled at Emma, rubbing her head in return.

Another one down and it only cost me the last of my hair.