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For the longest time I’ve always had a certain erotic feeling towards hair. Whether it be cutting, dying, shaving, I’ve always been enthralled by the whole topic. I’ve never done anything with my hair besides small trims, except for its color. Naturally a dirty blonde, I dyed and have maintained platinum blonde hair for years.

Whenever I pass a salon I would always pause and look inside for a minute. Everytime I hope to see long hair get drastically cut short, or majorly changed. I especially liked drastic changes or really anything long to short. I’d always envision such a change on myself being that my hair goes down to my bellybutton.

I’ve had hair like this pretty much all my life. I had always kept my hair as healthy as could be.

One day I decided to start searching up long to short hair transformations in instagram. Well one thing led to another and I found a community filled with people like me. People with a hair cutting fetish.

It always seemed like I was the only woman in this community. Everyone flocked to me, asking if they could cut my hair or shear me bald. I would entertain a lot of them and send them teasers of me holding scissors in my hair acting like I was about to cut it all off. Months went by of role playing and teasing guys with the same fetishes as me.

With every text I sent, every video I sent, the urge to change my hair grew. Many of the men who gave me attention faded once they realized I wouldn’t actually cut my hair. Only a handful of people stuck around and kept roleplaying with me. Every once and a while I’ll send them nudes, especially if it helped out in our role plays.

One of them stood out however. He was the best at role playing and consistently tried getting me to cut my hair. Many guys did that but it was just different with him. His name was Marco. We talked daily for about 6 months until I read a text from him that made my heart skip.

It was a proposition. His text read “Courtney, I think it’s finally time you quit fantasizing about cutting your hair and actually do it. I’ve noticed in many of the role plays you start, the man forcefully makes you cut your hair. Well I have an offer for you..” before I could continue reading, my breathing started getting heavy, my pussy started to moisten. Whatever this deal was, I was going to accept it.

“… my offer to you, is for you to be my hair slave. No matter what you are doing, or where you are, you have to change your hair to whatever I say. If you don’t send proof within an hour, you have to pay me. However once you send proof, I will pay you $500 per salon visit.”

Without reading it over a second time, I accepted. I had never felt so horny before. I began thinking on if this was a good idea or not, but before I could reconsider Marco sent me an online legally binding contract. Without putting anymore thought into the deal, I signed.

Before I could do anything else I had to settle my immense feelings. I pulled out my vibrating dildo out of my drawer and went to work. Up until then I had never had such a euphoric orgasm.

The rest of the day was spent thinking about my hair, and wondering what he would make me do first. I went to bad that night curious and considering tonight could be my last night with long hair.

When I woke up, I noticed a text on my phone from Marco asking what my plans were for the day. This was normal as we had bonded and became friends through our fetish.

I replied saying I was getting out of bed to go get groceries at Walmart. He didn’t say anything back so I assumed he was busy.

I rolled out of bed, threw on a pair of black leggings and a revealing sports bra. I loved showing my body off. I was in love with my body consisting of large tits, a skinny waist, big booty, and clear skin. I hoped in my car and sped off to go get groceries.

Right as I walked into Walmart, I felt my phone vibrate. I check the notification and it was from Marco.

“Go to the salon in Walmart before you do any shopping. You are getting an undercut and dying your precious platinum blonde into a vibrant-fire truck red.” My tummy started to spin, filling with nervousness, anxiety, and a bit of hormones.

I replied with a gentle “ok master” and walked straight to the salon. The lady at the front desk seemed surprised to see me.

“Welcome, what are you looking to get done?” She asked me while I ran my fingers through my hair.

“I’d like to get my hair dyed and an undercut”

“Oh, ok follow me to my chair. I’m Gracie by the way” she said as she led me to her chair.

I sat down in front of her and set my purse in the counter. Gracie came up behind me and started brushing my hair out.

“So why do you wanna change such flawless hair?”

“I don’t know I guess I want change.” I replied not wanting to reveal my secret contract.

“That’s fair I guess. I’ll start out with the undercut then dye your hair, by the way what color were you thinking?”

“Firetruck red, I’d like it to be extremely vibrant.”

“Wow that’s a big change. Such a shame, it looks like you’ve spent years achieving this level of blonde” she said as she tossed a cape over me.

Gracie began sectioning my hair out. She marked out an even chunk of hair going from my nape up about halfway up my ears.

“Im shaving it down to a one so you won’t have to trim it again for another two weeks. Plus it looks sexier the shorter it is”

I watched as Gracie grabbed a set of clippers off of the counter and popped the guard off. She replaced it with an even smaller guard and flicked them on.

She brushed out my sectioned hair one more time with a comb and brought the clippers up to my hair line. With no hesitation she began pushing them into my thick hair, causing waterfalls of length rain down and fall to the floor. She made path after path, making precise yet quick work.

Each pass of her clippers sent vibrations of ecstasy down my spine and through my body. As she finished my undercut, she gently blew cool air onto my almost exposed nape, causing me to shudder in sexual thrill.

She produced her blow dryers to remove any clipped hair remaining on my nape and knock. She then disappeared to the back for a few minutes leaving me alone in the chair, long remnants of my hair on the floor.

I reached up and rubbed my nape, feeling the short bristles of hair. I was almost in shock as I actually cut part of my hair short.

Gracie walked back up to the chair pushing a small work cart with a bowl and a brush. Without saying a single word she scooped dye up with her brush and started painting my hair in the bright red goop.

She started near my face working her way down, each stroke erasing a platinum blonde mane. Within minutes my whole head was fully saturated in dye. I sat in the chair for what seemed like forever staring in the mirror at my rapidly changing hair until she led me to the wash station.

I laid my head back and felt the rush of warm water flowing across my scalp. Gracie was very thorough not only with washing the dye out, but conditioning it as well. As she massaged the lather into my hair, I couldn’t help but start to feel tired almost in a therapeutic way.

Minutes pass and I’m led back to her styling chair where she blow dries my hair and spins me around to face the mirror. My jaw dropped as I stared into the mirror looking at a girl I’ve never seen before. A girl with bright red hair, and a shaved nape. The transformation left me floored. I couldn’t guess what the next demand from Marco would be.

“Would you mind taking a video of my new hair? I love it so so much” I asked Gracie as she grabbed my phone. She recorded a 360 of my hair down and as the video came to an end she pulled my hair up revealing a very short undercut.

I immediately sent the video to Marco, hoping he will find satisfaction in his command. After I payed I walked out of the salon and into Walmart.

Almost instantly I was sent my reward and a simple statement “ spend the rest of your time there with your hair in a bun, that way everyone can see your sexy little undercut.”

As I dug through my purse looking for a hair tie, I couldn’t help but feel like a brand new women. I felt liberated in a sense, mostly horny though. I’ve always had the benefit of hiding behind my blonde hair, it was nice being able to fit in. But as for now? I stood out from anyone else.

My blonde beach girl days were over, now I had to embrace however my hair looked like from now on. The outfit I wore certainly didn’t help me avoid attention. It was wierd, normally I love the attention from anyone as I walked by but this time it was different. I felt different. I felt like everyone was staring at my from my bright red hair and shaved undercut and not just my breast.

As I walked through the store I constantly felt a cold breeze caress my nape whenever I walked or moved my head. That feeling alone made me wet. There was just something about walking in to get groceries as a platinum blonde, and leaving the store with fire engine red hair, and a shaved portion of my head that really got me going. I couldn’t wait for what Marco had in store for me next time.

As I left the store I decided to go across the street and get my nails done. I figured with my new hair, I should atkeast have matching nails.

After getting my nails done I drive home. Digging through my closet, I found the perfect lingerie set to go with my new hair color. It matched the red perfectly.

I sat my phone up and started a photo shoot for Marco. All sorts of positions, some involving clippers and scissors. My favorite picture was me posing for back shots, my back arched flawlessly, and my hand holding my ponytail up revealing my undercut.

I decided to send Marco photos from the shoot along a few days, saving the best for last. Three days after, I headed down to the beach to tan and to show my body off a little.

I sent Marco a selfie of me laying face down on my red beach towel showcasing my ass in the background. Following the selfie I sent him ‘the picture’ immediately he replied.

“It’s a shame… your ears and neck are far too pretty to be hidden under all that hair. Even with the undercut there’s still too much hair hiding yourself.” I had never really thought about my ears or neck being attractive, it was a new thought.

“There’s really no need to be covering those precious ears up anymore. You need to go find a salon within walking distance, and head straight there. I will send you a picture of what cut you are getting next when you get there.” He continued.

Immediately feeling butterflies in my stomach I hopped up and squeezed my thighs into my booty shorts, leaving my top and everything else behind. I walked straight to a salon a block away from the beach.

As I walked I felt my fire truck red ponytail swishing against the small my back. I had a strong feeling that this next cut was going to be drastic.

I reached the salon and quickly received a new message. “Not only will you be cutting your hair, you’ll be changing your eyebrows as well.”

That made my heart skip, but not nearly as much as it did when I caught a glimpse of the haircut. It was short, really short.

I walked in and was motioned back to a chair by an open hairstylist. She was gorgeous, long flowing jet black hair.

“I’m Jen, what are we doing today?”

“Hi Jen, I came to get my hair cut and my eyebrows reshaped.”

I pulled out my phone and showed Jen the inspo pic. Her jaw dropped seeing the clippers short pixiecut.

“But your hair is so long and beautiful? What would make you want to do something so drastic? And the eyebrows? You want to change them that much?” Jen asked

“I don’t know I guess I just need change” I said.

“That’s fair, it’s rare that I get to cut so much luscious hair off, I better get started before you have second thoughts”

Not wasting any time she started gathering my hair into a high and tight ponytail and securing it with a hairtie I wore on my wrist… guess I won’t be needing that anymore.

I was lost in the rhythmic motion of her brushing my hair back that I didn’t realize she already started. The crunching of my hair being clamped down kn and severed by her shears woke me from my trance.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, determined to not ruin my makeup I did all I could to not burst out in tears. The cutting seemed to last for hours. I never thought I would’ve ever heard this sound so close to my ears. It was immensely erotic watching the mirror, seeing my womanhood be stripped away from me.

The final crunch of the last strand of my hair echoed through me as Jen held my long ponytail in front of my face before laying it down on the counter. She ran her hands through my short-sawed off hair and ruffled it around.

She sectioned out the hair along my crown and fastened it out of the way. Behind me, I watched in the mirror as she changed the guards out on her clipper set. She came back around to me and gently yet forcefully pushed my head down digging my chin into my boobs.

I heard a switch flick and a heavy roar as the clippers came to life. It was a bizarre feeling of short hair brushing against my cheeks. I felt the clippers dig into my nape and run up the back of my head, stopping at my sectioned crown. I felt a clump of hair tumble down my bare back, she never bothered to throw a cape on me, I was sitting in the chair in nothing but a skimpy bikini top and very short jean shorts.

Jen repeated pass after pass moving to the side, hair would tumble down my body, finding it’s final resting place on either my boobs or my lap. With each pass, my head felt more and more bare, my face began to feel more vulnerable.

Every other pass I would catch a glimpse in the mirror of a gorgeous woman with clippers to my head, an absolute euphoric feeling mixed with the heavy vibrations against my scalp.

The clippers had turned off and Jen had pulled out her blow dryer and began blowing off all the chunks of hair lining my body. The cool breeze of the air caressing my almost bare scalp.

I stared in the mirror watching her release my sectioned hair on top and combing it out. She wielded a comb and a pair of scissors. She started at the back, I imagine to hide how short she was actually going.

She would pinch small sections of hair between her fingers close to the scalp and severed any lock hanging out of her fingers. She made quick work moving towards the front. I tried watching in the mirror but my gaze was corrupted by red clippings fluttering down in front of my face, some landing on my nose.

She finished the final cut and ran her fingers through my fresh pixie-if you could even call it a pixiecut, Definitly was was the shortest pixie you could get.

My face, neck and ears felt extremely exposed, I had nothing to hide behind. I sat staring in the mirror had my new look as I felt the chair lean back. Above my face was Jen’s, she held a pair of tweezers, and resting next to her was some device that I had no idea what it was.

I felt her start plucking my eyebrows away, what were once your typical gorgeous beach girl eyebrows were quickly narrowed away into a shape more thin, with more of an arch. Definitely something more sexy, not my ussual style but for sure more sexy.

“Close your eyes for me hon” Jen said. I closed my eyes and heard her pick whatever machine was sitting on the table. I started feeling a slight sting along the perimeter of my new eyebrows.

“This is a brand new laser hair removing machine designed specifically for face and eyebrows, it will cause hair follicles to remain dormant for 3 years until they start producing hair again. You will not need to get them done for a long time.”

Laser hair removal? How was I supposed to know she was going to use it on me? The chair was raised and I was facing the mirror again. When I looked up I almost screamed. Not because I didn’t like them, but because they were so different and sexy. Everything from the thickness of them to the perfect arch,

“I decided to laser out a cat scratch in one of them, I didn’t ask you but I feel like it went with your style.”

I was in disbelief, after I payed I walked out the door. Immediately I was met with the beach wind flowing across my head, and an overwhelming feeling of vulnerablness. I pulled my phone out as I walked and sent a selfie to Marco. I must’ve stared at that pictures for minutes, not recognizing that this was me, my ears stood out, my neck stood out. I had no safety blanket, my shoulders were exposed, I felt sexy. Extremely sexy.

I walked back to the beach, strutting down the sidewalk revealing my shimmering ass, my boobs, and most importantly my ‘sexy ears and neck’ that had been hidden for so long.

Hope everyone enjoyed! If you have any ideas for future stories I could do let me know!