love to be clipped
This took inspiration from two stories 1) Infinitus Hair – Cape Roulette https://www.hairstorynetwork.com/stories/457/ 2) A Rush at the Fair https://web.archive.org/web/20170428160808/http://www.1hss.com/story/HairBrained/A_Rush_At_The_Fair.aspx
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“See you at the fair later?” Dave’s text came through as Chrissy was wrapping up work.
“Looking forward to it!” she responded. They had met at the fair and this was their 5-year anniversary of being together, 2 years married. She was looking forward to going on all of their favorite rides together and after turning off her computer, grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
“Stuck in traffic, meet you in our spot in 30 minutes?” She got the text from Dave as she came through the entrance of the fair.
After sending back, “No worries, see you then ILY.”
She decided to walk around to kill some time while she waited. As she walked around, she saw all the usual stalls, but then one caught her eye; it was new and had a big banner across a table with the words “Heads or Tail”. Chrissy looked into the booth and saw a barber chair up on a podium.
The proprietor saw her looking and started explaining it to her. “This is the one booth where we give you money! All you have to do is sit in the chair and flip a coin. If it’s heads you walk away with cash in hand. If it’s tails we cut off your ponytail and will then give you any style you want. As a bonus, in addition to your haircut, you also get to take home the same amount as if you had flipped heads.
“The payout does depend on how long your ponytail is from where we place our band to the bulk of your ends. You get to play as many times as you’d like though as long as you have hair to cut. For each time you play, five to ten inches is only twenty dollars, eleven to thirteen is thirty dollars, fourteen to seventeen is sixty dollars and longer than seventeen is one hundred dollars.”
The money got Chrissy’s attention, but the risk and suspense drew her in even more. She was a self-diagnosed adrenaline junky and the rush she got thinking about putting her long hair on the line was more intense than anything she felt on even the most intense rides.
“Ok, I’m game, let’s do this!” Ducking under the banner she entered the booth.
“I’m Jason, great to meet you.” The man she had been talking to introduced himself, taking her hand in a firm handshake before directing her to sit in the chair.
“Great to meet you Jason, my name is Chrissy.” She sat in the chair and Jason twisted her hair up out of the way, securing it with a big clip before draping a towel around her shoulders and then putting the cape on, tightening it snugly over the towel. Once the cape was on, he released her hair and brushed it out for a moment.
Once Chrissy’s hair gleamed in the light Jason picked up a small cylinder from the counter.
“This is our cutting cylinder” he explained, “I’ll put this around your hair to secure it into a ponytail. Once it is on, it won’t come off until you flip the coin. Heads you’ll get your money and then you can choose to remove the cylinder or continue playing. Tails and the cylinder will release a blade that will slice off your hair. Are you ready to play?”
“I’m ready,” Chrissy said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. The butterflies kicked up in her stomach as she felt Jason gathering her hair into a ponytail. She watched in the mirror as she sat caped and Jason opened the clasp of the cylinder, she could see in the mirror to her side as he wrapped it around her ponytail at about the height of the cape’s collar. He snapped it closed, and she could feel her hair get tightened into its grasp.
Jason then pulled out a string from the cylinder, pulling it the length of her hair. A little display on the cylinder showed the length at 13.5. “Ok, your ponytail is 13 and a half inches, if you play at this length you’ll get $30 per flip. If you get tails and we cut your hair off, we could still style it into a medium-length bob very easily. A longer angled bob would also be an option at this length. Do you want to stay here or go shorter? Taking it a bit shorter would leave you with a shorter bob at the longest, but would get you $50, if I put the cylinder right up against your head you’re going to be left with a very short nape, we could do a pixie or a dramatic angled bob.”
“Let’s stay at this length for now”
Ok, let’s play, here’s a coin, you can flip it or I’ll flip for you, flip it up, catch it and slap it onto your other hand.
“Go ahead and flip, I’m so nervous I’ll probably drop it”
Jason flipped it, caught it, and slapped it onto his other hand. With a dramatic pause, he revealed the results. “Heads!”
Chrissy let out a sigh of relief, but after accepting that her hair might get chopped off in a second, she was almost let down by the result. “Let’s go double or nothing,” she said before Jason could even ask. “You can tighten the cylinder all the way up to my head, either all of it is coming off or I’ll walk away with $130 and long hair.”
Jason tightened it and pulled out the string. Stretching the ponytail out straight with the string, the bulk of it was 17”, with the longest layer coming in at 18”. “Ok, you are over the mark for $100 are you ready to play?”
“Now or never”, Chrissy said, holding her breath as she watched the coin flip through the air. It came down into Jason’s hands and he slapped it down on his other hand.
“Heads again,” Jason exclaimed, Chrissy let out a sigh of relief. She was now $130 dollars richer and still had her long hair. She debated going for round three but knew that she could easily get sucked in and should probably take a moment or two to think about it.
“I think I’m going to walk away, I might play again later,” Chrissy told Jason.
“As you wish,” he said, releasing the clasp and then removing the cape and towel. He counted out the $130 in cash and wished her a fun time at the fair.
She walked off to find Dave and tell him of her luck.
It had been a couple of weeks since the fair and Chrissy couldn’t forget the heads or tails booth. She had felt a rush bigger than anything she’d ever felt when sitting in the chair and wanted to experience it again. She thought about booking an appointment at her salon to get a makeover but didn’t think that would be quite the same. Every time she brushed her hair, shampooed it, or put it up in a bun she thought about sitting in that chair in the booth and how close she came to losing it all.
After a few more weeks of obsessing about her hair, an idea popped into her head. She googled the fair and sure enough there was a directory of the booths. She scanned the list and there was Heads or Tail, and next to it a number. She gave the number a call and after a few rings heard Jason’s voice.
“Hello Jason Smith speaking”
“Hi Jason, I don’t know if you remember me but I visited your booth at the county fair. My name is Chrissy, I played two rounds but then had to go meet my husband.”
“Yes of course, what can I do for you?”
“Well I have an interesting request, the cutting clasp you used, where did you get it? I’m interested in buying one, or actually buying four”
“It’s something I invented actually, but I can certainly make a few for you. I’ve made a few backups already. May I ask what you’re thinking of doing with them?”
“Well I can’t get over the rush I had in your booth, I want to have a cutting group with some of my girlfriends. I’m still working out the plan but I think we’ll do some sort of bet or competition or something”
“That sounds fun. Tell you what, I’ll give you the cylinders for free if you keep me posted on what you’re up to with them.”
“Deal! That sounds great!”
“Ok, come by my salon at 589 Jackson Street on Monday around noon and you can pick them up”
“That sounds perfect, thank you so much, I’ll see you there and then!” Chrissy said.
“My pleasure, see you Monday!” Jason signed off and they ended the call.
In the week that followed, she got in touch with her three closest friends Janine, Heather, and Megan. They had known each other since high school, went to the same college, and had been housemates for a while. They had all been bridesmaids at each others’ weddings and had all had long hair since high school but had all at various times recently mentioned cutting theirs. They already met for Wine and Whiskey Wednesday once a week and it was agreed that starting at their next meeting they would have a four-week hair bet. Every week they would put each other’s hair in ponytails and put the cutting cylinder on each. All the remotes would go into a container and at some point in the night, one person would draw one out at random and press the cut button. Nobody would know whose hair was getting chopped off until the cylinder hit the floor. Heather was a stylist and so it was agreed that she’d do post-chop cuts for everyone. She had wanted to shave her head for a long time so offered up a plan in which they would select at random a bob with shaved nape, a pixie, or a buzz cut for each woman, once a cut had been performed, it was out of the rotation. When it was her turn she would have the others shave her head as they wouldn’t be able to do one of the fancier cuts.
On Wednesday, Chrissy struggled to concentrate through her day of work until finally around 4:00 she acknowledged to herself that she wouldn’t be getting anything further done so shut her computer and headed home.
The Wine and Whiskey Wednesdays were more often than not at her house, so getting prepped for the other three to come over was typically a routine task for Chrissy. This time though it felt like the start of a crescendo of nerves as she thought about what might happen tonight. Dave helped her pull out some folding tables and then went off to make himself scarce; she appreciated that he respected their girls’ nights and would either go off with friends or hang out upstairs in his home office.
Chrissy put a nice tablecloth on the dining room table and laid out a few bottles of red wine, their Costco size bottle of rye whiskey, and an assortment of glasses. She’d pull the white from the fridge as needed. Drinks prepped, she laid out some chips, crackers, and cheese and then pulled out the veggie and dip platter she had prepped the night before.
Moving the folding table into the living room is when the excitement really started to build. Seeing that it was almost seven, she knew that Heather would soon be laying out her tools on this table and the other two ladies would be arriving soon after. She wasn’t sure if it would be hers or someone else’s hair that would be coming off tonight, but she knew that before the night was through that one of the four was going to have much shorter hair, possibly no hair. Adrenaline had always meant going on the highest rollercoaster or the biggest zipline, but ever since her experience at the fair she had found that the idea of chopping her hair off brought a rush of adrenaline which was different from all of that, it was also a rush that had frequently lead to her arousal as she imagined what tonight would bring.
This past week she had been adoring teasing Dave with her upcoming cut. Her favorite thing to do was to straddle him while they were in bed and run her loose hair down his naked body while telling him all about how her long hair might be gone soon. By the time she got down to his cock he was hard as a rock and she’d wrap her hair around him before slowly pulling it off, the long locks rotating around as they slowly unraveled before getting to the end and trailing down his thigh. He had told her after one of these sessions that he was going to miss this part of her having long hair but was excited to see her new look and that she was the sexiest person he knew no matter what length her hair was.
The doorbell pulled her from her reverie and she hustled over to the door, opening it to let Heather in. Heather had her bag of tools in one hand and a cloth bag with food in the other, Chrissy quickly grabbed the food from her and brought it into the dining room while Heather went to start setting up her tools.
Once Chrissy had pulled out all the culinary masterpieces from Heather’s bag (she was an excellent home chef in addition to being an excellent stylist), she went to her home office in the back room to grab a low back chair and extension cord. Bringing them out to the living room, she found Heather had already laid out an impressive array of tools with multiple pairs of scissors, clips, combs, a cape, and of course a beefy set of clippers. Chrissy plugged in the extension cord and then handed the other end to Heather before bustling off to complete the final preparations.
Two serving bowls would be used for the draw, in the first had gone the four cutting cylinders, and in the other the four remotes, this way there was no way to track which remote went to which cylinder.
As Heather was connecting her clippers to the extension cord, and Chrissy was giving both the cylinders and remotes a gentle shuffle, the doorbell rang. Chrissy walked over to open it, revealing both Megan and Janine on the doorstep with serving dishes.
“Come in, come in!” Chrissy stepped aside, taking one of the dishes from Megan’s hands. “Perfect timing – we just finished setting up.”
“Oh my god, it’s really happening!” Janine squealed, her loose auburn waves bouncing as she stepped through the doorway. She set her dish down on the kitchen island and immediately gravitated toward the living room setup, eyeing the bowls of fate sitting innocently on the table.
Heather looked up from where she was testing her clippers with a quick buzz, “Come in here with Janine and me ladies, we need to get our cutting cylinders on and then we can enjoy some wine and food.” She gently set the clippers on the table, satisfied that everything was prepped for whatever happened later.
“Turn around for me babe,” she directed Janine, picking up a cutting cylinder from the bowl and opening it. She then set it on the table and using both hands gently gathered Janine’s long hair into a low ponytail. She held the tail with a slight twist in it in one hand and then grabbed the cylinder with the other. Slipping one half under Janine’s thick ponytail and then snapping the other half down with a metallic clink, Heather soon had it secured snuggly against Janine’s neck.
“Oooh, I’m getting butterflies,” Janine exclaimed, reaching around to feel the cylinder that was now locked onto her hair.
“Do me now”, Heather said, handing a prepped cutting cylinder to Janine and then turning her back to Janine so her hair was exposed. Janine started gathering Heather’s brunette locks into another low pony before Heather stopped her. “You know what babe, you should do mine in a high pony, if mine goes I’m shaving it off so might as well get as much as possible.
“Sounds like a plan, oooh that’s going to be so fun to shave your head fully,” Janine exclaimed as she released the hair and re-gathered it.
As this was going on Chrissy and Megan had come over and Megan had given Chrissy a low ponytail and clipped her in and then Chrissy had returned the favor.
“Ok ladies, now let’s enjoy some wine,” Janine exclaimed and they all made their way to the kitchen.
“I haven’t been able to think about anything else all day,” Megan admitted, accepting a glass from Chrissy. Her fingers absently played with the ends of her blonde ponytail. “I kept catching myself staring at my reflection, wondering if I’d be the one leaving with a whole new look.”
“Same here,” Chrissy laughed, pouring herself a generous glass. “I think I checked my hair on every reflective surface at work today. Dave caught me this morning taking selfies ‘for posterity’ just in case.”
“Ok ladies, here’s how this is going to work, we’ve got a die here, we’ll each roll it, and whoever rolls highest gets to do the honors of drawing a remote. On the count of three that person will press the remote and one of our ponytails will hit the floor. Unless it’s Heather, the person who has lost their ponytail will then roll the die for which cut they’ll get. The higher the number, the more hair they’ll lose. So 1-2 is a bob with shaved nape, 3-4 is a pixie, and 5-6 is a buzzcut. Any questions or concerns ladies?”
All the women looked around at each other smiling and nodding their agreement. Heather stepped up and rolled the die first, getting a 3. Chrissy was next and rolled a 1 and then handed the die to Janine who rolled a 5. Finally Megan took the die and rolled a 3.
“What do you think ladies,” Megan asked, “should Heather and I re-roll? I’m fine just declaring Janine the winner.” The group all agreed to that solution and Janine stepped up to the bowl and carefully extracted a remote.
Heather raised her glass with a mischievous grin, “shall we do a toast to whoever’s about to join the short hair club?”
The four women clinked their glasses together, each stealing glances at the others, wondering whose hair would soon be scattered across the floor. The anticipation was delicious and nerve-wracking all at once.
“Ok ladies,” Chrissy announced, “on the count of three Janine will press the remote.”
The women all counted together and then Janine with her hand in the air pressed the button. They heard a quick crunch and a squeal from Megan, and then the clink of Megan’s cylinder hitting the floor, the ponytail it was securing splayed out around it. Megan’s blonde hair swung around her face in a rough bob to cheers from the group.
“Well that was a shock,” Megan said ruefully as she felt the ends of her shortened hair, giving her head a shake to feel the newfound movement. “I guess now the only anticipation is what happens next,” she said, stepping up to the die one more time. She gave it a good roll and watched it settle on a 2.
“Time to get you properly styled,” Heather said warmly, leading Megan over to the chair in the living room.
Megan settled into the chair, and Heather draped a black cape around her shoulders, fastening it securely around her neck and adjusting it so it lay smoothly across her shoulders. The other women gathered around with fresh glasses of wine, eager to watch the transformation.
Heather spritzed Megan’s hair lightly with water and began combing it out methodically before sectioning the top portion away with clips.
“I’ll start with the undercut and then we’ll cut the rest of the bob”. Heather picked up the clippers and turned them on with a click, Megan jumped a bit in the chair as the buzz of the clippers filled the room. Gently pushing Megan’s head down toward her chest, Heather placed the clippers just below the hairline and slowly moved them up into the hair. “Ooh that tickles,” Megan responded as the vibrations traveled up her nape.
“First time?” Heather asked.
“Yep, never had my hair shorter than my shoulders since I was a baby”.
“Well, maybe this will be your new look for a while” Heather responded, continuing to methodically glide the clippers up into Megan’s nape hair, quickly reducing it to a soft fuzz.
Janine and Chrissy watched intently, unconsciously touching their own cylinders still attached to their hair, wondering what it would feel like when it was their turn in the chair. They both realized that this was the longest cut so it was confirmation that they’d both be going shorter when their times came.
Heather switched off the clippers, setting them down gently on the table. She grabbed a duster and swiped off the little hairs that had built up. She then picked up her trimmers and though leaving the hairline natural, she cleaned up a few stray hairs from lower on Megan’s neck.
Chrissy leaned in to inspect the work as Heather set the trimmers down, giving the nape a quick feel. “Oooh that’s so soft Megan, you’ve got to feel it.” Megan tentatively reached back to feel, slowly running her fingers over the shorn nape realizing that this was her hair now.
Heather removed the clips holding the top section and sprayed more water on, combing it through to now thoroughly wet the hair. She then re-sectioned it, twisting up all but a thin curtain of hair across the back of Megan’s head. Carefully snipping along the bottom, Heather cut the hair up to just below the hairline, short wet strands clinging to Megan’s neck before being brushed away. She then brought down another section, cutting it to match. She continued this until all of the hair at the back of Megan’s head was cut in a smooth, slightly stacked line at mid-neck length.
Moving to the sides, Heather worked methodically, taking down small sections and carefully cutting them to blend with the back. She used her fingers as a guide, maintaining a clean line that angled slightly longer toward Megan’s face. The wet blonde strands fell to the cape with each precise snip of the shears, building up in little piles before the weight became too much and they slid fully to the floor.
“I’m so excited to see the final result!” Megan commented as Heather neared the front of the left side, cutting the final layer to about chin length.
“The shape is really flattering on you,” Janine observed, sipping her wine, “The shorter length brings out your cheekbones.”
Heather moved to the front, combing down the face-framing pieces. She point-cut into them with careful precision, creating soft layers that would fall naturally. “Want side-swept bangs to complete the look?” she asked, holding up a section of hair questioningly.
“Go for it,” Megan nodded, feeling emboldened by how the cut was turning out. “Might as well embrace the change completely.”
With a few expert snips, Heather crafted sweeping bangs that blended seamlessly into the rest of the cut. She then picked up a round brush and the blow dryer, working section by section to style the bob into soft waves that curved under at the ends. The undercut peeked through subtly as she moved, adding an edgy element to the otherwise classic style.
“And we’re done!” Heather announced, putting down her tools and spinning the chair so Megan could see herself properly in the full-length mirror they’d set up.
Megan stood, running her fingers through her newly styled hair with a look of delighted surprise. “Oh wow,” she breathed, turning her head from side to side. “I never thought I’d say this, but I think I like it better than my long hair.”
“You look amazing,” Chrissy assured her, coming over for a closer look. “The undercut gives it such a cool vibe.”
“Well ladies,” Heather said, clearing away the cape and brushing off any stray hairs from Megan’s shoulders, “shall we have some more wine and eat some food in celebration of our first long to short makeover?”
The women gathered around the food table, wine glasses in hand, admiring Megan’s transformation between bites of bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, and other delights. The excitement of the evening still hummed in the air as they took turns running their fingers through Megan’s sleek bob and absentmindedly touching their own cylinder-bound ponytails. As the wine flowed and the initial nervous energy gave way to giddy enthusiasm, Janine raised her glass to get everyone’s attention.
“Ladies,” she announced, eyes sparkling, “this has been one of our best nights together. I know we planned to space these out, but I’m too excited to wait another week. What do you all think about going for round two?”
“I mean I do have everything set up already and we do still have these cutting cylinders on, so I’m all for it.” Heather voiced her agreement.
“I’m up for it as well,” Chrissy chimed in.
“Yeah, I need at least one of you to join me in the short hair club,” Megan said with a grin.
“Ok, it’s been decided then. Let’s grab the die and roll again for who gets to press the remote this time,” Chrissy said, standing up and leading them back over to the bowl with three remotes.
Megan rolled first, getting a 6 and cheering a bit. Janine was next and also rolled a 6. “Well don’t celebrate too soon,” Janine said jokingly to Megan.
“Well looks like I’m out of the remote running,” Heather said as hers landed on a 4.
“And I’m definitely out of the running,” Chrissy chimed in as she watched it settle on a 1 for her.
“So tiebreaker between me and Janine then?” Megan said, reaching for the die.
“You know what, why don’t you take the honors, you were our first model and I’ve already gotten to press one,” Janine said before Megan could roll. She then ceremonially picked up the bowl and held it out for Megan to pick from.
Megan carefully extracted one, holding it up for all to see. “You ready ladies?” she asked, “on the count of three, one, two, three!” They all counted with her and then on three she pressed the button and Heather gasped as her ponytail plunged to the floor. Everyone including Heather cheered.
“Well ladies, looks like you’re all going to get to be barbers tonight, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while so I’m excited. We’re going to shave my head, and I think everyone should take a turn, but I’d like to propose that Megan gets the first swipe since she’s my fellow makeover model tonight, and then Janine and Chrissy you two can rock paper scissors for who goes next. Does that work for everyone?”
They all agreed and Janine and Chrissy proceeded to rock paper scissoring for the coveted second barber spot. Chrissy cheered as she won the battle, and then they all made their way back over to the chairs.
Heather sat down in the chair, her shorter length from the higher ponytail made it easy for Megan to cape her, fumbling a bit with the snaps but getting it secured snuggly in no time.
“Ok Megan,” Heather started directing Megan, “go ahead and pick up the clippers, you can remove the guard from them, we’re going all the way to the skin on this one.” Megan carefully removed the guard, setting it on the table.
“Ok,” Heather continued. Now once you turn them on you’ll be good to go, there isn’t much you can mess up so just have fun with it and leave a bit for the other ladies to shave off. The main thing is to just go slow and smooth and to keep the blades as flat to my head as possible.
“Sounds easy enough,” Megan responded, eyeing the clippers in her hands, “glad you’re not looking for precision because this is a first for me. I’m going to start at your front, make this nice and dramatic, and will then leave plenty for you ladies to finish off.”
Megan turned the clippers on and set them at the front of Heather’s hairline, while the woman of the hour sat calmly with a big grin on her face. “One, two, three,” Megan counted before plunging the clippers slowly into Heather’s hair. The other ladies cheered as the clippers quickly peeled through the hairline and a cascade of chin-length locks slid to the cape and quickly to the floor. Megan took the first path nice and slowly and soon had a bare strip right down the middle. She paused to admire the ruthless efficiency before starting the next pass. Two more passes after that and the top of Heather’s head was nicely denuded.
“Ok, maybe I can help finish up toward the end, but I don’t want to take all the fun. Why don’t you have a turn, Chrissy?” Megan announced, turning off the clippers before handing them off.
“With pleasure,” Chrissy said, taking the warm machine from Megan, and examining them for a moment before turning them on. She had cut Dave’s hair a few times during Covid and so had some familiarity with how they operated but had never gone without a guard. Guiding Heather’s head slightly to the left, Chrissy placed the buzzing clippers against Heather’s cheek before slowly guiding them up into her sideburns and up along the front side edge of her hairline. They peeled off the hair easily and Chrissy flicked off a small clump that had stuck to her hand before continuing. The next pass widened the shaved section and took her directly in front of Heather’s ear. With the next, she carefully worked around Heather’s ear before moving up to likewise connect to the sheared strip on the top of the head.
For the next strip, Chrissy switched to her left hand and started from behind Heather’s ear, using her right hand to gently bend Heather’s ear out of the way, careful not to snag any of Heather’s three helix piercings along the top of her ear with finger, hair, or clippers. One more swipe and the right side was fully buzzed.
“Ok Janine, your turn!” Chrissy announced, switching off the clippers and handing them over. “I’ve cleared most of this side, but there’s still plenty left on the other.”
Janine took the clippers with enthusiasm, her own cylinder-bound hair swinging as she moved into position. “I can’t believe how bare it looks already,” she marveled, running her free hand over the freshly buzzed sections of Heather’s head. “Ready for the second side?”
“Go for it,” Heather encouraged, still grinning. “Make it match!”
With growing confidence, Janine switched on the clippers and started at the remaining sideburn, working her way up in careful, methodical strokes. The remaining brown hair fell away in sheets, joining the growing pile on the floor. She worked carefully around the ear, grateful to retain use of her dominant right hand with the clippers as she used the left to gently fold down Heather’s ear as she navigated the tricky area behind it. One last swipe and the left side was cleared as well. Janine brushed off a few stray hairs from Heather’s shoulder before handing the clippers back to Megan, “want to finish what you started?” she asked with a smile.
Megan nodded, tilting Heather’s head forward slightly. Starting at the nape, she ran the clippers up the left side, the hair was already only an inch at most, but she enjoyed watching the blade peel it off in clumps that rolled off the clippers as gravity took hold. Two more swipes and she was watching as the last section of hair surrendered to the blades. With all but a few strands gone, she went into clean-up mode, carefully inspecting Heather’s head, and taking gentle swipes at any rough patches or missed strands. She paid extra attention to the crown area, going over it several times from different angles to ensure there were no uneven areas remaining.
“How’s it feeling?” Megan asked Heather, who proceeded to reach out from under the cape to inspect her new hair.
“Amazing,” Heather replied, her eyes bright with excitement. “It feels so freeing and you all did an amazing job!”
Heather stood up, still caped, and walked to the full-length mirror. She turned her head from side to side, running her hands over the stubble that remained. “Oh wow,” she breathed, “this is exactly what I wanted. I brought shaving cream and a razor if you ladies want to help me take it all the way.”
The others eagerly agreed, and Chrissy ran to grab some towels while Megan repurposed the remote bowl by filling it with some hot water. Chrissy was soon back with one washcloth in her hand and a few towels under her arm. “I’ve been with Dave to get his face shaved at the barber and know you’re supposed to start with warm wet skin, so I brought a hot cloth.”
“Great idea,” Heather responded, “get it on my head before it cools off.”
Chrissy gently wrapped the towel holding the warm cloth in place.
“Oh that feels so good, I could get accustomed to this,” Heather said, closing her eyes and sighing.
After a few minutes of letting Heather relax, Chrissy pulled the cloth and Janine stepped in with a handful of shaving cream which she carefully spread over Heather’s head. Once Heather’s head was covered in an even layer of white foam. Megan stepped up to begin the honors again, carefully drawing the razor through the foam from Heather’s front hairline in a short stroke, rinsing the razor in the bowl after an inch or two, and then repeating. She worked in comfortable silence, concentrating on her task, as the others watched Heather’s smooth hairless skin slowly be revealed. Once the top was done she handed the razor off to Chrissy who stepped in to denude the right side fully finishing what she had started earlier with the clippers.
Chrissy took her time working around the ear, finding the razor a bit easier to navigate than the clippers had been, but paying extra attention nonetheless. She soon reached the back and ran her fingers over Heather’s bare skin to check her work before rinsing the razor a final time and handing it to Janine.
“This is so intimate,” Janine observed softly as she worked on the right side. The women were all standing closely together observing the final stage of the transformation. “I feel like we’re all sharing something really special.”
“I agree,” Chrissy chimed in while watching, maybe we’ll need to make a head shave an annual tradition for one lucky woman.
Megan once more took up the final position again, carefully shaving the last of the foam and hair underneath from Heather’s nape. Once Megan had finished, Chrissy used a warm, damp towel to wipe away any remaining foam, revealing perfectly smooth skin underneath.
Heather’s head now gleamed under the living room lights, and she couldn’t stop touching it as she admired the final result in the mirror.“I love it!” she exclaimed, finally removing the cape and shaking it out. “Thank you all for making this such an amazing experience.”
“Well, ladies,” Janine said, touching her cylinder again, “we still have two more transformations to go. Should we do another tonight, or save them for next week?”
Heather was first to respond, “As much as I’d love for another cut tonight, I propose a venue change for the final two. Why don’t you come to the salon next Wednesday? I can give Megan a quick shampoo and style and then cut Janine and Chrissy’s hair.
“That works for me,” Megan chimed in, “I won’t ever say no to a scalp massage and style from you.”
Janine sighed dramatically,” I supposed I can wait another week to find out my fate. It’ll be fun to have the extra anticipation.
“Come over here Janine,” Chrissy beckoned, “let me help you get your cylinder off.” As Janine approached, Chrissy picked up the micro key from the table. Megan looked on as Chrissy with careful precision slid the key into the small release slot, and the cylinder fell open with a satisfying click.
“It feels so weird to not have the weight on there,” Janine mused, running her fingers through her now loose locks.
“My turn to play locksmith,” Megan said, taking the key from Chrissy while grinning at her attempted pun which seemed to have fallen flat. A moment later, Chrissy’s own hair tumbled free, the second cylinder joining its mate on the table.
The ladies worked together to clean up. Heather put her tools back in her bag while Chrissy swept up and the other two cleared off the food table, dividing up leftovers where it made sense.
Finished with the food, Janine picked up the ponytails which had been forgotten on the floor with all of the excitement, the cutting cylinders holding them securely together, “What are we going to do with these?” She asked, holding them up.
“Why don’t I take them with me tonight and then we can all pose with them next week?” Heather suggested, “We should probably donate them to wigs for kids after that, I feel like they’d do a lot more good there than in one of our closets.”
The other three all voiced their agreement and Chrissy grabbed a couple of gallon-size ziplocs from the kitchen to put them in. Each was placed reverently in a bag and then once Heather had packed away all her tools, she gently placed them on top of her bag.
“Ok ladies, this has been a wonderful evening, but I should get going,” Heather said, “Thanks for giving me a wonderful head shave, I couldn’t have asked for better barbers.”
“And thank you for giving me this chic bob,” Megan responded. Janine and I should also get going, I need to drop her home and then get back to my pups and husband, I’m sure they’re missing me. I don’t think I’m going to tell Steven what happened until I get back, I’ve received a few inquisitive texts that I’ve studiously ignored.”
The women all hugged each other and said their final goodbyes before Chrissy saw them off into the night.
