Emily
Mike’s hair was so beautiful. Thick, shiny and dark, cascading down his back. He had been wearing it since I remembered. No one could even imagine him with a different hairstyle. I was as certain that it would stay like that, as it was obvious that the Sun would rise the next day. And he was really proud of it. Many people, men and women, could be a little jealous of such wonderful hair. When I first met him I fell in love immediately. He was tall and fit. His thickly lashed eyes were a stunningly beautiful hazel colour. His voice deep and sensual. He was like a dream for each girl. However, the first thing I had noticed was his hair, one of his biggest assests. I wanted to touch it so badly. I couldn’t believe when he asked me out on a date and then we became a couple. My dream really came true. A year passed and it was always the same. Mike’s hair was long and sexy. You can imagine then my shock when something unexpected happened out of the blue. One day I was sitting on the sofa when Mike came in and sat next to me. I ran my hand through his hair as usual. It was so soft to the touch. We started kissing each other. Then he suddenly looked straight into my eyes and asked “What would you say if I cut my hair off”. I wasn’t sure if I heard right. “Cut your hair off” I repeted. Why was he joking like that? It wasn’t April’s fool’s day, I thought. But he didn’t start laughing, the expression on his face stayed the same. “What do you mean” I asked. “It’s not funny at all.” “I’m serious honey. I really mean it”. “But why?” I wasn’t able to speak in disbelief. If he told me he was going to fly to the Moon, I wouln’t be more astonished. “I’ve been thinking about it recently and I guess I’m ready for a change” Mike said. “But why” I repeted again. “You’ve always been saying your hair is your pride and joy, that you’ll never cut it no matter what, that it’s a part of you”. He smiled weakly. “Well, you’re right but people sometimes change their minds. There’s nothing wrong with that” “Do you really mean it” I expressed my doubts. “Yes” he just said. “I’m sure you’ll regret it after all. So many years of growing. You’ll look completely different. I can’t handle it. Please don’t ask me to accept it” I was still hopeful he was just pulling my leg. “Honey” he said softly “it’s something I really want. If you love me, please say yes. Let me do it. It will be me who will regret, not you, although I’m sure it will be a good change”. I was in despair. I couldn’t just accept it. But there was nothing I could do. I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. He was sweet and gentle but also firm. “All right” I said feeling that I was about to cry. “You know I want you to be happy”. He smiled at me softly. “Thank you honey. It means a lot to me.” Then I felt his strong embrace and knew I can’t dissapoint him because of my attachment to his hair. “But I’ll miss it anyway” I added. “I’m sure you’ll get use to it” Mike smiled. “When are you going to cut it” I asked. “Right now” he answered. “Actually I want you to cut it for me.” That was too much. I was wondering if it wasn’t a dream and I’d wake up any moment with a feeling of a great relief. But it wasn’t a dream. “Please cut it for me honey. I don’t want to go to any hair salon and have it cut by a stranger. You’re the only one who can do it” he was still trying to persusde me. “You know I can’t do it. It would be a disaster. I’m not a hairdresser.” “I’m sure you’ll do it right. Your hands are so skillful. You can crochet such beautiful things ” I’d have burst out laughing if I hadn’t felt so devastated. “There’s a world of difference between crocheting and cutting hair you know.” He was looking at me intently. “Anyway I still want you to do it. I trust you”. There was a complete silence for a while. “Ok Mike. I guess I won’t help it. If it’s really what you desire.” He grinned at me. “But how do you want me to do it? Do you have any good scissors?” I asked. “I’m not going to use kitchen scissors and ruin your hair even more.” “Don’t worry. There’s a pair of scissors somewhere in the bathroom. I’ll look for it” He left the room and I was more and more shocked. Mike with short hair, I thought. And I’m gonna cut it for him. Those thoughts were so strange and scary. After a moment he was back with scissors, a comb and even a cape. “I’ll feel like in a real hair salon” he smiled. I groaned at this sight. “But I don’t feel like a real hairdresser. I really doubt my skills are good enough. Maybe we’d better go to a hair salon and I’ll just watch” I said in desperation. But he was still sure of his decision. “I love the way you touch my hair and I’m sure I’ll love the way you cut it” I wasn’t able to say no hearing those words. “Shall we start” he asked. I put a chair in front of a big wardrobe mirror and invited Mike to sit. Then I put a cape around his neck. I couldn’t believe it was the last time when I saw him with his sexy long hair. I took a strand of it, combed and was about to do the first chop. “Will this length be all right?” I asked in a trembling voice. My hands were shaking like hell too. “It will be perfect” I heard. I pressed the scissors and his hair slided the cape and softly fell to the ground. I still hoped he would stop me. I looked at the mirror to see the expression on his face, to check if he’s doubtful about his decision. But he looked content, relaxed and determined to finish the haircut so I had no choice but to continue. I took another strand of his hair and another. Snip, snip, snip. More and more hair was falling to the floor. I was doing my best to cut it right and stay focused. I wanted Mike’s hair looked decent if not perfect. I couldn’t stand the silence so I finally asked “How are you feeling?” “Really good honey. Could you please cut it even more slowly? I like the sensation of your gentle hands taking it and chopping off. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. I want this moment to last a little bit longer.” I took another long strand of soft shiny hair and pressed the scissors gently as if in slow motion. Mike looked so calm. It took me another few minutes to finish. At last I was holding the last strand of his hair in my fingers. The very last long strand. I snipped it. All Mike’s beautiful hair was gone. It was on the floor. “I’ve finished” I said. “I hope it doesn’t look so bad. “I’m so happy you did it for me honey. I’m really grateful. ” I was so sad seeing him without his biggest asset but it was still him. Even if changed physically. I took the cape off. “How do you like it” I asked. “Is it what you ecpected?” “I guess so” Mike said. I wasn’t sure what he was really thinking but I did my best to make him happy. It wasn’t so bad after all. You could say he went to a hair salon where some inexperienced hairdresser got his first job and Mike was their first customer. I glanced at the hair on the floor. “Can I keep it Mike?” I asked. “I don’t want just to throw it away”. “Of course you can” he smiled. “Won’t you be missing it” I asked again, touching his short hair. This new feeling was so weird. As if he wasn’t himsef. “Yes, a little. It was on my head for so long. But I’ll get use to it.” I started to collect long strands lying on the floor. “I really like my new short haircut. It was a good decision.” I smiled at him. Even without his long locks he looked sexy and attractive. His eyes were still sparkling, his lips still inviting to kiss them. “I love you Mike” I said. And then kissed him passionately. Anyway, for a couple of days it was really hard to get use to his new look. Even though he was the most handsome man I knew, the lack of his long hair and the understanding it would probably stay that way, made me feel sad. His enthusiasm however, to keep his hair short, didn’t let me complain outright. I just secretly opened the box where I put his cut hair to look at it and touch again. I comforted myself that it didn’t vanish completely but just changed the location. After a few weeks I finally accepted this fact and started to feel much better. Mike’s lovely smile and his starry eyes were enough to melt my heart. I learned to derive pleaure from stroking his short hair, tickling my forehead each time we were kissing each other.
And one day something crazy came to my mind. What if I cut my hair too? That would be a nice change. It would be really cool I thought. My hair had been always the same length so the prospect of a change seemed appealing. Mike came in. He saw the excitiment on my face and asked “What’s up honey?” “Well” I started “I was just thinking about something”. “What is it” he inquired. “I want you to cut my hair too” I said without hesitation. He looked completely taken aback. “Cut your hair? ” “Yes, why not. I did it for you so why can’t you do it for me as well?” I guess he was as surprised as I had been after hearing a similar confession a couple of weeks earlier. “But I’m a man” he was trying to stay calm. “Short hair is something more natural for me”. I caught the point and started laughing. “Don’t worry” I said looking into his widely open eyes. “I don’t mean to cut my hair as short as yours. I’m thinking about a hairstyle that would be short but still feminine, like a bob” I saw the relief on his face. “I see” he said. “Besides, accepting your decision wasn’t easy for me either. It would be perfectly fair if you accept mine. It was you who started this haircut game.” “Ok” he agreed. “I guess you’re right. You’ll look beautiful anyway. I smiled at him and leaned forward to whisper to his ear “I want you to do it now.” “But I guess you overestimate my abilities. I’ve never cut anyone’s hair before”. He looked distressed. “Don”t worry, honey” I was trying to comfort him. “I know what you’re feeling and I’m sure it’ll turn out right. You were the first one whose hair I was cutting as well.” “I’ll grab the scissors then” he said with hesitation,”if it’s really what you want.” “I do Mike.” I felt so excited. Now it was my turn to experiernce the feeling of a big change. I sat before the mirror and he put a cape around my neck. When he touched my hair it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his hands shaking. “I have no idea where to start.” He looked really worried. I touched his hand with care. “Just relax and take your time honey” I wanted to hide my own nervousness. “It’ll be all right even with some imperfections. It’ll make me look more unique.” He smiled a little bit more cofident. The anticipation made me feel thrilled to bits. I was waiting for the first cut. Mike took a strand of my hair in his fingers, combed it and did it. It fell to ground. Then I knew what he was feeling while I was cutting his locks. I could share the same excitement. That was wonderful to swap places. He was continuing the process. His gentle touch and the sound of the scissors was relaxing and soothing. My heart was pounding all the time but his moves were more and more confident. When he brushed his fingers against my ear I felt such a strong connection between us.
Our eyes met in the mirror and Mike asked “How are you feeling honey”. Great” I said. “I’m happy you’re enjoying it” he smiled. After another few minutes the last strand of my hair was cut. Now it reached a little above my shoulders. I felt fantastic. It looked so good now. So nice and stylish. “Wow” Mike exclaimed. “It really suits you”. You look stunning.” “I knew you’re talented in many fields but I wasn’t aware you’re such a good hairdresser” I looked at him with admiration. “You want to flatter me” he said checking if my hair was cut straight enough to call it good. “The result is even better than I expected” I reassured him. You can be proud of yourself.” I saw a big relief on his face. Mike smiled and was looking at me intently for a moment. “I’ve got an idea.” He said with sparkling eyes. “What would you say if I added a fringe to your new hairstyle. I think it would look so cute on you.” I really liked the idea. “Sure”, let’s go for it” I said with another wave of excitiment. Mike grabbed the scissors once again. His hands weren’t shaking any more. When he finished I just couldn’t believe my eyes. I looked amazing. Oh, Mike” I wasn’t able to speak. “I love it. You did an amazing job. He took a cape off. I stood up and flung my arms around his neck. “I’ve never felt so good.” “I’m glad we both did it”, he smiled. “From now on we can do each other’s haircuts” I added. “But do you remember how scared you were when I told you I wanted a haircut a few weeks ago?” He asked smiling.”Yes, then it seemed like a nightmare to me. Your hair was so beautiful.” I said with the wave of nostalgia. “But of course I’m happy for you. And you look really hot.” I added and kissed him. “You look hot too” he smiled and stroked my hair. His touch was so pleasant. “It really looks great although a real hairdresser could wince at this sight.” We both laughed. “It doesn’t matter honey” I said. “We both have the best haircuts in the world. This experience was fantastic. I love the way you touch my hair” I added holding him tightly.
“I guess I’ll grow my hair for you” he looked at me with love. “Maybe not as long as it was before but the shoulder length would be just right.” “Oh Mike.” I was so moved with this idea that I was stuck for words. “You’re my treasure. I want you to be happy.” He stroked my cheek and then my freshly cut hair. “I am happy” I whispered. “I’ll collect your hair from the floor” he said. “And I’d like to keep it. We can put it into the same box where you keep mine.” “Sounds great” I smiled. I felt that our love was even stronger than ever before.
