Vanity Has A Price

This story is inspired by klaatu48 and takes the beginning from one of his stories. he kindly gave me permission to do so.

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Tal was an alternative girl, or so she told herself, she had a lot of tattoos, wore band tees and scoffed at anything mainstream, but Tal also cared about her looks very much, her hair was to the middle of her back, shiny and thick and she always wore a bit of makeup, not enough to be noticeable but enough to make her look good to anyone looking, so at least in classic beauty elements she was as mainstream as they came, but she wouldn’t admit that for anything.

Right now she was rolling her eyes as she watched her boyfriend say goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law. Tom’s brother was nice if not too “regular”, but Tal wasn’t sure she’d ever met someone as vain as Nicole.

The thought of ending a family brunch early just because she was afraid the wind was messing up her hair? There was barely any wind to even speak of… it was a breeze, at best. As if to confirm that fact, a few of the shorter tresses from among Tal’s long, straight, chocolate brown hair danced against the frame of her sunglasses as she waved goodbye to the departing pair, giving her sweetest smile.

It was probably juvenile, she felt like the fact that she had left the apartment with her hair gathered back into a casual braid provided enough proof that she was more reasonable than Nicole, who was basically running away because a few wisps of her blonde locks escaped the heavy braid she wore.

Tal never liked Nicole, she thought of her as conformist, with her perfect blonde hair, full face of makeup and the latest trends in fashion on her petite body. Tal felt as though Nicole was pandering to the male gaze and she looked down at her because of that.

She thought of how she could have been the bigger person and offered to move to a table inside the cafe, but the idea of moving inside so little miss perfect would be happy annoyed her to no end and so she was adamant that they stay outside, claiming she wanted the feeling of the sun on their shoulders as they caught up with one another.

How could she know that miss thing would run away instead of being a big girl and enjoy her drink.  Also maybe a small part of that was because Tal felt like she had really nice shoulders and looked great in a tank top, and didn’t feel like covering up her tattoos with a pullover inside. Was that so wrong?

As Tom walked back to the table, Tal downed the last of her beer, and grabbed her pullover from the back of her chair. She met him a few steps from where she’d waited, sliding easily under his arm as they started down the street on their way home.

“You were totally giving Nicole the stink-eye when she said they had to leave,” Tom said.

“Was it noticeable?”

“Not to anyone but me. But it was still unfair.”

“Sorry.” She said earnestly but didn’t really feel any remorse, she was actually happy she “won” so she added an innocent sounding “But leaving because your hair is getting messy?”

He gave her a side-eye. “She left because she had to fix her hair before they went to her family reunion.”

“It’s still vain. I think she’s the most vain person I’ve ever met. It’s just hair.”

Tom laughed, and not in a way Tal appreciated.

“What?” she felt the blood begin to rush to her head, as she was quick to anger

“I love you, babe, truly. But I don’t think you have a standing to call anyone else vain.”

“Shut up. I’m not the one who ran away over messy hair. My hair is totally crazy right now and I’m not complaining.” she said, trying to sound calm.

He raised an eyebrow. “Your hair looks perfect. We were a half hour late because you needed to dry it before coming here, and then you spent twenty minutes making sure only the most perfect wisps fell free.”

“That’s not true!” she insisted, though she knew everything he said was true. “I just wanted to look nice since she’s so obsessed with how she looks.”

“She’s obsessed?”

Tal’s eyes narrowed, and she stopped walking, and said slowly “Are you insinuating something?”

He laughed again. “I most certainly did.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate that. I don’t think I’m vain at all. Or at least not as much as her.” she said angrily, her anger visible now.

“Okay, then.” Tom crossed his arms. “Prove it.” he was used to her little spurts of anger and didn’t back down because of it

She crossed her own arms, feeling that fire in her chest, she felt the oncoming challenge. It was silly and immature, yes, but challenges were somewhat common and often led to pretty fun times, no matter who won. The reward could be an experience of a nice gift or even some kinky things Tal was too shy asking for usually. So even through her anger she was willing to hear him out.

Tom stepped close and reached behind her, pulling the tie from her hair and letting the soft, dark braid lose its form and whipping like a cloud around her. She forced herself to not react, pretending it didn’t bother her in the least to have lost control of how her usually perfect locks looked.

Tom nodded across the street, toward one of those chain hair stylist places that had just opened for the day. “Go in there and say you want a trim. A healthy trim.”

She felt a small knot in her stomach but didn’t want him to notice, so she scoffed. “That’s all?” she was not as confident as she sounded.

“Nope.” He grinned, letting all of the further possibilities linger in the air as she looked at him anxiously, it made him laugh. “When they inevitably ask ‘is this short enough’ or ‘would you like it shorter’ you have to say ‘whatever you think looks best.’ And you have to do that three times.”

Tal’s eyes widened, and then narrowed. “Are you serious? They’ll ruin my hair!”

He shook his head. “We both know that probably won’t happen. But you could always back out.”

She still felt the heat in her head, her temper usually got her in hot water, she couldn’t just let him laugh at her like this, so she kept going “And then what would I owe you?”

He tilted her chin up, and pressed his lips to her. “Three nights of doing whatever I ask you to.”

She kept her chin up even after he let go. She knew tom. ‘Whatever he asked her to’ could include anything from an enthusiastic blowjob to being dragged to another punk rock show she couldn’t stand.

“And if they don’t ask anything like that?”

“You still win. You’ll prove you’re not vain by taking this chance.”

“And what do I win?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment, running a hand back through his light brown hair, but she didn’t give him a chance to answer.

“A trip to France!” she said quickly, she always wanted to go and she thought the big ask would make him back out immediately giving her an easy victory.

His eyes opened in surprise and he looked like he was about to argue, but then he closed his mouth, took a big breath and nodded. “Fine.”

She was shocked that he agreed but didn’t want to be the one to back out. So, feeling apprehensive, she held out her hand, and he took it in his.

As she crossed the street toward the salon, she repeatedly reminded herself that anything done today could be fixed at home. As she always cut her hair herself, not trusting anyone with it.

Well, almost anything, but she couldn’t let him win..

As she reached for the door, she was startled by the fact that Tom opened it for her first.

“You’re coming?” She asked as she stepped inside.

“Yeah. What else am I going to do? Besides, it’ll be fun to see you lose by running away.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she walked to the front desk, her mind still fogged by anger and the desire to prove Tom wrong.

After providing her name, she sat down next to Tom In the waiting area. The chairs weren’t the most comfortable and they were rather close together, letting him put his arm around her and pretend to whisper sweet nothings in her ear while actually taunting her with ideas of what he’d be asking her to do when she lost.

Angela stood at her station. finishing up her client, an older lady coming in for her thin hair upkeep, and was intrigued by the alternative girl hugging her boyfriend, looking so angry, she seemed out of place here. She took notice and finished up her client

Tal, meanwhile, was sitting there, running the scene angrily in her head, Tom knew how much she loved her hair, why did he talk her into this, and she had to go with it, she couldn’t give him the satisfaction of winning and proving her wrong, also.. France! She’d actually get to go, that’s worth a mediocre haircut right?

Angela freed her elderly client and decided she’ll take the angry looking girl. She walked over, looked in the client list and saw the only name there she didn’t recognize. She went near the couple and tapped the girl on the shoulder and smiled while saying

“Hi Tal, i’m Angela and i’ll be doing your hair today”. Angela could swear she saw the girl grimace for a nanosecond, as if Angela was disgusting her, she decided to examine the girl closely

Tal felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up, she was startled by the woman’s short crop, she looked like a man with that hairstyle. Tal’s heart dropped when the woman, Angela, said she will be the one to cut her hair. She quickly composed herself and tried sounding nice “hi” as Angela took her hand and lifted her gently from the chair. Tal had no choice but to follow the woman, the terms of the deal repeating over and over in her head.

“So, what are we doing today?” Angela asked as they reached the station and saw the girl looking over her shoulder, the girl’s boyfriend was still in earshot and she could see her thinking. What was going on here? She spun the chair around and ushered the girl to take a seat.

Tal’s butterflies were even worse, she didn’t want this woman touching her hair and she hoped they would be far from Tom but that wasn’t the case so she had to go with it

“i wanted a trim” she said as she sat down in the new but cheap chair she saw tom in the mirror lifting an eyebrow then shook her head “a healthy trim! I meant a healthy trim”

Angela lifted her own eyebrow “who usually cuts your hair?” she asked innocently as she started combing through the thick brown mane, she knew girls like this and they would never step foot in a place like this, is this a prank? Angela hated stuck up girls like that.

“Oh.. i usually do it myself, just trimming the ends, i would never usually come into..” she stopped herself before she put her foot in her mouth “b..but i want a healthy trim.. So i came here” she finished, looking at Tom again, who smiled wryly

Angela caught that, and with the looks between the girl and her boyfriend she knew there was no way a girl like this would enter a cheap salon with her perfect hair she never let anyone touch. something was up, and she decided to play along and see what would happen.

She didn’t like the girl in her seat so she wanted to tease her and see her reaction.

“Well it’s a good thing” she said as she played with the silky hair “this is a mess, terrible shape, a good trim is in order right?”

she eyed Tal, a girl like that wouldn’t be quiet at an insult like that, even more so when they both knew it was a lie, Tal’s hair was perfect, thick, silky, and it was well kept and trimmed in a perfect U shape the accentuated the girl’s figure nicely, still It was obviously her best feature.

Tal felt her temper rising again, how dare this butch looking woman criticize her hair?? She opened her mouth to snipe back and saw Tom in the mirror, she closed her eyes and said quietly while biting her tongue “y..yes, a good trim..”. She suddenly felt so vulnerable.

Angela grimaced, she saw that look between them. Something was up but if this stuck up girl was in her chair to make a joke of her or to satisfy a weird fetish her boyfriend had, she might as well have fun with her. So she wanted to see how far this prank goes.

“So how short do you want it?” she asked casually as she threw a white cape over tal, covering her completely and fastening it around her neck.

Tal felt truly trapped once the cape fall over her, she was looking down at the ground, her anger all but gone, the knot in her stomach tightened but she remembered the script and said obediently

“whatever you think looks best.”

Then she took out her hand from under the cape and slyly, so only Tom would see, raised 3 fingers, then took one of them down. Then she  tried winking at him confidently, hiding the deep fear she felt right now. He smiled back and nodded, then lifted a magazine and started reading, not interested in staring at a haircut.

But Tal wasn’t as covert as she thought she was, as Angela started brushing the long mane, reaching the mid back of the stuck up girl she saw the signal and she understood what’s going on.

So i have 3 chances to do whatever i want to her, that’s quite a chance she’s taking Angela thought as she smiled

“Ok, so i’ll just go ahead and start and if you don’t like where this is headed just tell me ok?” she said grinning as she sprayed the thick mane wet

“o..ok” Tal said, her heart thumping in her chest, here we go..

Angela picked up her scissors and comb and with Tal’s hair all down, she started combing. then placed the comb just an inch from the bottom and started cutting without asking any further questions. Tal heard the scissors close but her heart felt lighter when she saw the small tufts of hair drifting to the floor, this is going to be so easy to fix she thought happily to herself.

But then Angela stopped, and without saying anything lifted the comb, it was now against Tal’s shoulder blade and she started snipping again, much bigger locks started falling. Tal’s eyes grew but she couldn’t say anything. Angela was smiling seeing the longish tufts of hair fall to the floor with a slight “thump” as they landed as she cut.

Angela was enjoying the look of horror on Tal’s face as she thought if this is enough to teach this girl a lesson? she stopped again, sighed and without any words lifted the comb and started cutting the thick mane straight across just above Tal’s shoulders.

Tal saw long hair falling all over the floor, This was too much! This woman was ruining her hair! And she cut it straight across, no shape, nothing, it will take an even bigger trim to fix this! Tal felt the anger rise in her, what a stupid bet… but it was too late now. She looked into the mirror sadly at the shoulder length hair that was so luscious a few minutes ago. she felt like the girl in the mirror wasn’t her..

Angela finished cutting the one length cut, and smiled. The stuck up girl didn’t look as glamorous now, she looked.. Ordinary. She looked with satisfaction at the mess of cut silky hair on the floor and thought of what she should do next, though she had to be sure of her theory before she went too far. She looked at the girl in the chair, looking angry and on the verge of tears and said

“Well that’s a marked improvement, would you like it shorter or anything else?”

She looked expectantly at Tal, who was sitting there seething. She wanted to go right now, to call this dumb bitch names and go home and forget about this day, but then.. She’d lose.. And her hair was already this short.. Will she give up on France after all this? She gritted her teeth and said slowly

“whatever you think looks best.” giving her fakest smile

At that moment Angela knew she had her and she smiled a genuine smile

“It’s so nice to have a client with an open mind, most girls your age are so stuck up you know?” she brushed the plain shoulder length cut as she spoke “you know.. Your hair is so thick.. It must drive you crazy, i’ll make it so it’s easier for you to handle” she smiled sweetly as she started pinning all the hair above the crown down and safely out of the way, she made sure to make a statement that couldn’t be considered a question.

Tal sat there, her blood boiling, Tom will never live this down. Now this bitch will use thinning shears on her and who knows what damage she’ll do. Tal felt the knot tighten even more, she loved how thick her braid was, so showed it off all the time and now.. She took deep breaths and tried to relax, it’s just hair she told herself, but she felt really dejected as she sat there, powerless looking at the caped girl in the mirror.

Angela paid no mind to the girl on the verge of tears in her chair as she picked up her clippers and removed the guard from them. She’s going to give this girl a haircut she’ll never forget.

“Head down for me” she said and pushed Tal’s head to her chest with no warning

Tal wanted to shout but what was the point? She sat there, the woman’s hand pushing her head as far down as it’d go and she wondered why she was doing this. Then she heard a pop and a loud humm.

She felt cold vibrating steel against her nape and her heart fell in her chest, she was so shocked so couldn’t even move, still her body jerked of it’s own accord, some self preservation kicking in.

Angela just pushed the head back in place and looked happily at the submissive girl, not saying anything or moving now as clippers were placed at her nape.

Then Angela pushed them into the thick mop, and a rain of silky brown hair fell on the ground. She shaved high, to an inch above Tal’s ears and where she passed the stubble was very thick but so short that the faint white scalp of the tan girl could clearly be seen. She looked happily at the first pass and started another.

Tal made a small sound and started crying in earnest. She felt the machine plow into her hair and saw a mountain of hair fall. It felt so weird against her scalp, moving across her skin, making her feel the shape of her occipital bone as the hairdresser passed it. She was so shocked she couldn’t say anything.

Angela happily buzzed pass after pass, enjoying the power she felt over the obviously vain and mean girl. With every pass more hair fell on the floor and Tal’s lap, the nape of her head was almost totally bald, the white scalp contrasting with the meticulous tan the vain girl had.

Angela moved the girl’s head to the side, there was no fight at all, Tal just let her do it. She could see the girl was crying and it made her happy. Angela was sure this girl made lot’s of girls cry. Unceremoniously she shaved off the sideburn on the right side, high up. Angela noticed a trail of peach fuzz going down from the shaved sideburn on the jaw.

Usually if she did a side shave for a client she’d shave that peach fuzz off, but it was just slightly thick and Angela decided to leave it. It’s not unusual for girls with such thick hair to have excess peach fuzz, and this girl wasn’t the exception. Angela then went to connect the side to the back, shaving around the ear, shearing piles of silky hair to the floor.

Tal’s head was pushed down and to the side and she couldn’t see the mirror but she knew nothing good was happening, wasn’t this woman seeing that she was in tears?? She felt the clippers go around her ear over and over and then the woman roughly moved her head again, she felt so powerless as she was put in the same humiliating position on the other side.

Angela shaved off the other sideburn, the thick stubble betraying the slight manliness of the jawline of her victim, the slightly thick peach fuzz didn’t help. If she was consulted she would never advise her on going so short Angela thought to herself and laughed internally as she finished shaving the severe 360 undercut.

She still held the girl’s head as she closed the clippers, and set them down. Tal thought the nightmare was over but then her head was roughly pushed back to the center of her chest and down as Angela took foil shavers “just cleaning up the neck line”, there was no response from the shocked girl.

The small shaver roared into life making a higher pitched noise as Angela shaved the bottom of Tal’s nape into a square shape, not letting it be a feminine U or natural fade. From the back her head will look very manly. When she was satisfied she quickly put the foils away and unpinned the crown so all the long remaining hair would cover the severe buzz. Only then did she release Tal’s head.

As soon as she was free Tal looked in the mirror to survey the damage, she saw a crying girl with smeared makeup and thin limp hair to her shoulders, she couldn’t see the underside at all

“Wh..what did you do?” she asked through the tears, she meant to sound angry but she felt so dejected her voice came out flat

Angela played with the limp hair, she shaved off such a big chunk that the previously thick and glorious mane looked thin and plain

“I just took some of the bulk off, see how much nicer it sits now” she lied as she played with the hair “it’ll be so much easier to dry and style”

Tal wanted to scream, to demand to see what this woman did but she felt so miserable, she didn’t have energy for that, she just wanted to go home.

Angela looked with satisfaction at the image of the plain girl with thin hair in the mirror and her smeared makeup, then she decided to fix that too.

She picked up a wet wipe and walked to the front, then grabbed Tal’s face gently but without asking and said “oh, i know this is hard but you look so much nicer already, let me take care of that runny makeup” and without waiting for a response she started scrubbing the girl’s face. Angela smiled, the girl looked rather natural but now that she was rubbing her face it was clear she put on a nice layer of makeup.

The make up was removed easily, revealing small blemishes, an uneven skin tone and the lack of makeup also accentuated the strong jawline this girl had. Angela stopped and looked at the vain girl, still crying softly, and smiled “much better, i can see your pretty face”

As the hairdresser moved back behind Tal, she could see herself in the mirror again, all her makeup was gone! She looked so.. so.. plain. It made her cry more. Then the hairdresser said the words she hoped won’t come again.

“Short enough for you hon? I think i have an idea if you’re up for it” Angela looked into the crying girl’s eyes through the mirror and added “do you trust me?”

Tal looked over at Tom, he was deep into his magazine, probably bored by now sitting there, she couldn’t lose this trip to France after losing so much hair.. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of winning after she gave up so much.. And how much worse could it be.. Submissively, dejectedly she said the words Angela wanted to hear and that she had to say.

“whatever you think looks best.” and lowered her eyes to the mountain of hair in her lap “b..but..” she added meekly “what are you going to do?”, there was a pleading tone to her voice, like she was begging. Angela enjoyed that.

Angela smiled and swiveled the chair away from the mirror “you’ll see, let’s keep the final look a surprise then, as you trust me so fully” she patted Tal on her head as she said this, making her feel even more dejected. She now was powerless and also couldn’t see what’s happening to her precious hair, or what’s left of it.

Angela brushed the still silky hair as she thought of the best way to teach this girl a lesson, should she shave her bald? That’s a bit too extreme, she decided to be nice to the girl, and looking at her slightly manly face she had an idea.

She picked up her comb and shears and started combing the shoulder length hair that remained on the top of her victims head. Angela enjoyed how quiet and submissive the girl became. She sprayed more water on the top. Then lifted a lock and snipped it, leaving maybe 2 inches as a long piece of rich brown hair fell to the floor.

Tal’s eyes saw the huge piece fall but she didn’t know what to say, what was the point.. It was too late.. She sat there obediently and let this happen, that was maybe the worst part for her. The confident, fiery woman she was seemed to be gone, replaced with a plain, submissive girl..

Angela kept going, lifting pieces and snipping them, sending long locks to the floor and the cape, hair was all over the floor now. Snip after snip the long silky hair was getting chopped, leaving a short brush. Finally Angela lifted the last piece and cut it off, ending the long haired days of this girl for a very long time.

“Almost done” she said cheerily as she put the scissors down and took some styling gel and put some on her hand. If she had cut the hair slightly shorter and precise this could have been a military flattop, but she decided to be kind to the girl, now it was just a severely short pixie.

It reminded Angela of Lisa Cimorelli’s shortest pixies before she shaved her head and as she styled it she smiled, no one can say she gave Tal a masculine cut, it was definitely a short pixie, but with the girl’s jawline with the peach fuzz, the 360 undercut and her big tattoos she would really have a hard time styling it and not looking manly. Angela was very proud of herself.

“Ready to see?” Angela asked cheerily as she took the cape off the formerly gorgeous girl.

Tal had no fight left in her, she didn’t say anything as her head was buzzed, her hair cut off, or styled god knows how.. She could barely talk, feeling humiliated. She managed a tiny “ok..” as she looked sadly at the mountain of hair on the floor, hair that was attached to her head just an hour ago.

As Angela happily turned the chair back around Tal gave a small shocked sound and started crying again. This was the first time she saw how short her sides were buzzed, there was nothing there! Her pale scalp could be clearly seen through the stubble and it was a shock. The top was brutally short and Tal didn’t see herself in the mirror.. She looked.. A little manly.. Was this really her face?

“I know it’s a big change but it suits you so well!” Angela beamed at the shocked girl, with fresh tears coming to her eyes. Tal took a hand from under the cape and, fearfully, raised it to her buzzed sides.

She started crying the second she felt the sandpaper-like feeling where her silky hair was just a little while ago. As she brushed the stubble she also felt the peach fuzz and the texture surprised her. With tears in her eyes she looked closer in the mirror and was shocked to see that it looked like she had a small beard connected to her stubble!

“What did you do to me?” Tal asked, too shaken to even yell as she rubbed where the stubble connected to the peach fuzz on her cheek. Angela saw what the girl was touching and smiled to herself “oh that? Are you talking about this?” she said as she started stroking the longi-ish hairs on the other cheek in the same location. This felt so weird to Tal, who said “yes.. That.. what did you do??”

Angela shook her head “i didn’t do anything honey, that’s your natural hair, you probably didn’t notice it with all the long hair covering it all the time and all that makeup..” she let the words hang in the air as Tal felt somehow shamed

“W..well, i can’t go out with that on my cheeks.. It looks like i have a beard..” Tal said, tears in her eyes, she’s never felt this ugly before, and all her attention was on those scraggly hairs, maybe it took her attention off the disaster on her head.

“I can take care of that for you if you want” Angela said in the kindest voice she could muster, enjoying the misery in the girls eyes

Tal was torn, she couldn’t walk home like this.. But should she let this butcher do anything else to her? After what felt like an hour, Tal decided that she couldn’t face walking home with this haircut and what looked like a teenage boy’s beard and this won’t touch the rest of her hair anyway, like there was anything else she could do to her there.. “Yes. please take care of that for me”

Angela smiled “of course honey” she said as she opened the heated box of towels reserved for men’s shaves and cranked a lever on the chair making it recline slightly.

“What are you doing?” Tal asked nervously as the chair moved but then a warm towel was wrapped around her head, covering her mouth and cheeks. Angela made sure it was tight as she wrapped it. “I’m just preparing you for the shave, just relax, you won’t have a beard very soon”

Tal blushed at the comment and kept quiet, not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation. She felt so humiliated, but the warm towel felt nice on her face, it was a bit relaxing. The way she was reclined reminded her of seeing her dad getting shaved when he took her to the barber shop when she was little, it was so weird to be in the same position.

The patches of peach fuzz were small trails down the girls cheeks and Angela could have removed then in five seconds with the clippers and no one would see the slight stubble of the baby hair, but that would have been too nice for this stuck up girl, she’ll get the full treatment Angela decided as she prepared her tools, a dry towel, shaving cream and her straight razor.

Then she removed the warm towel and put it aside “ready?” she asked Tal, who nodded nervously. Angela then started rubbing shaving cream all over Tal’s face, and on her upper lip as well, she saw the confusion in the girl’s eyes and decided to plant some new insecurities in the vain girl “don’t worry honey, i know you didn’t notice but i’ll take care of the little mustache as well, i don’t know how you walked around like that..”

Tal’s eyes grew in shock and she felt her stomach squeeze with nerves, she had a mustache? Is it that bad? How didn’t she notice? She just wanted this fixed and now! She tried to relax and wait for this nightmare to be over.

Angela smiled as she saw the wheels turning in the girls head, she knew she did her job well as she took her straight razor. “don’t move so I won’t cut you” she warned the girl and then started giving her a full shave, like any man that would walk in. She started with the peach fuzz that came off like butter, then the full cheeks, then the chin and finally the upper lip. She made it very clear in her face and looking at the razor as she cleaned it that it looked like a massive change.

Tal felt so strange as she was being shaved, she felt the razor glide over her cheeks and chin and the weirdest was the upper lips, she felt so.. manly..

Angela finished and cleaned the remaining shaving cream and smiled “that’s so much better! No beard in sight”.

Tal wished the woman would speak quieter as she felt her cheeks redden as Angela returned the chair to its original position. Tal saw her face in the mirror and was still shocked, her super short pixie with shaved sides was still not what she expected to see. Her face was shiny and smooth after the shave

Angela rubbed the buzzed back of the girl’s head, she was so happy with the result, the previously glamorous and stuck up girl looked more man than woman as she sat in the chair. glamor was a distant memory, if she got “cute” now she probably would be happy.

“Listen” Angela said as she used the brush to clean off the back of the girls head “if you want to remain beard free i’d suggest shaving at least once a week, a full shave, that will keep it from being noticeable” she saw the shock in Tal’s eyes.

Tal felt so gross, how could she not notice it? She’ll have to do it.. She can’t walk around with a mustache! But shaving every week made her nervous. Angela saw the nerves and added kindly “You can get a razor and do it at home but if you want you can come back and i’ll do it for you for free, it’ll only take 15 minutes and i’ll feel bad taking your money for so little work”

Tal looked up at Angela and felt a weird wave of relief. This woman might have just ruined her hair but she didn’t do anything on purpose.. Tal agreed to everything, how could she know she was doing something wrong? But it was so lovely of Angela to offer to help her with this.

“You’d really do that for me?” Tal asked nervously.

Angela smiled “of course, i love helping girls out, so i’ll see you next week?”

Tal looked up at her and after a small pause she said “sure.. Thanks..”

Angela helped her up, she couldn’t believe this girl was thanking her after the butchering she gave her, she really took her down a few pegs. “Ok, you can go pay, it’ll be 30$ and make an appointment for next week, just tell her to pencil you for 15 mins on my time ok?”

Tal nodded as she rubbed the back of her head, the feeling was so weird. “Ok.. thank you again.. For the help..” she gestured to her face and Angela waved it away “no problem, see you next week honey”.

Tal walked up to reception, paid and booked another appointment with Angela. She felt mortified that she will have a weekly shave, but if that’s what it’s going to take to not have a beard then that’s what she’ll do.

She then nervously walked up to Tom, he was snoozing in his chair by now. She tapped him on the shoulder nervously. He opened his eyes and she saw genuine freight in his eyes when he realized it was her “what did you do??” he asked, shocked.

“I.. i won the bet” she said nervously, rubbing her buzzed nape “you better keep up your side of the bargain or i’ll kill you” she said and he raised his hands defensively, but she never felt her temper flare up at all.. It’s like something changed inside her.

It was hard for Tom to reconcile this butch lesbian looking girl from his lovely feminine girlfriend. He could barely look at her but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings “of course! We’ll go” he said as he got up.

Tal tried walking confidently but without feeling her long hair swish around her she felt so insecure. The lack of hair did something to her walk, she felt different so she walked differently, with less oomph in her step, the oomph felt weird when she almost looked like a marine. she also felt like she had a neon sign over her head “this girl just shaved her face” but she knew she was just nervous.

They started walking to the door, and Tom felt like he was walking next to a dude, she walked so differently, it felt so wrong. He looked at the back of Tal’s head as she walked in front of him and she looked just like his buddies after they got their hair cut. What was he going to do?

Angela looked at the couple leaving the salon, smiling to herself. She was very happy with the job she did, and she wrote down in her notes “buy minoxidil and put it in an aftershave bottle for the salon”

That girl will need to get shaved like a man more often soon enough she thought while smiling to herself.