Forced Haircut Stories
An open source of haircut stories for the lovers. The immense heat this summer has certainly taken its toll on me. Working as a marketing associate, it meant I had to be on my feet and travelling almost all the time, mostly in the open under the sun. Now, the originally pin-straight rebonded hair is a total mess with the new growth appearing.
Without the help of a hair dryer and straightener, I look like a total disaster. I certainly needed a low maintenance hairstyle, something that is wash-and-go, so I can spend more time on my work and other things I have to attend to. Living in a small town with a population of less than two thousand, there was not much commercial business going on here, except for a small mall at the centre of the town.
I grabbed my car keys, and drove towards the mall without a further thought. Usually, I would have gotten my hair done in the city area, where there are more posh salons. However, desperate times call for desperate measures. I knew that this had to be done, here and now.
Thus, I headed towards the Unisex Salon. As I reached the outer corridor of the salon, I peered inside. Seeing that there was nobody getting their hair done at the moment, I gave a sigh of relief as I was assured there would not be any strange remarks for what I am going to do in the next hour. I pushed open the door, and entered the unisex salon. My entrance did not go unanswered; a young lady, dressed in a double-denim outfit and a pair of Birkenstocks, greeted me and gestured for a nearby chair.
I took a seat, and she excused herself briefly to get ready. She returned quickly, this time with a hairdressing apron on, and a chocolate-brown cape on hand. I sat properly as she draped the cape around me, and fastened it snuggly around my neck.
You do have some decent length which is natural though. Would you prefer I cut off the length until where the natural ends are? I deliberated for a moment, and came up with my final decision. Alright, a 2 coming up! She walked forward, picked up the clippers hanging on a hook beside a small drawer, and replaced the guard with one from a box on the top of the drawer. The clippers came alive with a loud thud. The lady pulled up a section of hair close to my occipital bone, so that she could get a clearer look at the length on my nape.
The buzzing noise of the clippers came closer to my ears, and transmuted into a continuous tearing sound as I felt the vibration of the clippers push upwards from my nape. With all the curly kinks grown out, I was actually more worried about the clippers getting jammed than losing all the length. She repeated the motion several times, each time with less tension than the previous.
With the last stroke having little to no tension from the touch, I knew that all the length at the back was gone.
The lady then repositioned herself, and proceeded to shave off everything on my left, up to the temple. The sheared curls tumbled down my shoulder, and rested in my lap above the cape.
Where the clippers mowed through, laid super-short stubble now. She repeated the process with the other side, leaving a huge heap of hair on my lap, and all over the salon floor.
The clippers went silent for a moment, as she brushed off the scraggly mess that had stuck onto the clipper blades from all the shaving. Without further delay, the clippers came back on. Mentally, I said goodbye to my locks as she positioned the clippers at my forehead, and pushed them back, all the way to where the stubble at my back lies, connecting the length. With a few more similar pushes, all the remaining locks tumbled to the floor, and lied there restless.
I stared in the mirror, emotionless as I observed my newly cropped head. I reached out of the cape and caressed the stubble. It pricked me gently. I loved it! It was exactly what I have been looking for. Giving my nape a gentle brush, the lady unfastened the cape off me, sending the heap of my locks to the floor. I stood up, paid her for the haircut, and left for the door.
As I stepped outside, the heat was no longer as intense to me. With my newly shaved head, I greeted the summer weather.
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It was early June and there were only 12 days before my sister Jennifer and I would be going away to our summer camp in New Hampshire. As the school bell rang, I looked for my older sister, so that we could find Mom. I was eleven, a fifth grader, and I looked forward to going to camp to play sports with the other boys and flirt with the girls. Jennifer was thirteen, and she too was looking forward to camp and being in the older group. We spotted Mom and hopped into the car. It was a traditional barbershop with beige, leather waiting chairs that had black handles and metal legs.
Along the wall behind the waiting chairs was a mirror, and above the mirror sat a television set. There were three barber chairs, although there were always only two barbers.
In front of the chairs was a long mirror, which ran the length of the wall, and a metal cabinet with drawers where the barbers kept their equipment. I liked the shop because you could watch the television while your hair was getting cut by looking in the mirror in front of you.
Since it was early summer, the shop was rather busy. There were two brothers getting crewcuts when we walked in as their mother sat and watched with approval.
Before it would be my turn, there was an another gentleman, and another mother with two young sons. I picked up a Sports Illustrated and waited my turn, Jennifer and my mother sat down and began talking about their own haircuts at the Beauty parlor for the next day. Jennifer had begun to really develop as a young woman, and more than once, my friends would want to sleep over so they could spy on her as she dressed or showered.
She was a pretty girl, who seemed to be attractive to the boys her age. Her hair fell to her breasts and shoulder blades. It was dark brown, and she kept it in a ponytail most of the time. As it was, it took her 45 minutes to get her bangs just right. I could overhear my mother suggesting that maybe Jennifer should cut her hair shorter as many other girls in her class had. Jennifer said she would give it some thought and discuss it with her friends. As they were talking, the two crewcuts were done and the chairs had new occupants.
The chair on the right had the gentleman, and one of the boys sat down in the middle chair. Frank had wrapped the tissue on the boys neck and placed the cape around him. The boy was only about six years old, and his mother was very attractive. I remember it had been this same type of question by Frank that had resulted in my own shearing two summers earlier. His brother was seated next and received the exact same haircut. I took my seat, and the tissue and cape were placed around me.
Reggie was finished with his customer, and another had taken his place in that chair. Frank began to think he might get to shear more hair than usual on this hot June afternoon.
It was true. Short on the back and sides and curly on top. It had never been clippered, but she never fussed over it like Jennifer did. Short hair is in, and you have beautiful features, honey. I think you would look adorable. Frank undid the cape and I stepped down.
Frank tied the tissue around her neck and fastened the cape around her. She looked like nothing more than a little head of hair sticking out from under the giant cape. Frank opened a drawer in the metal cabinet, pulled out a set of large metal clippers and plugged them in.
They made a pop when he turned them on and Jennifer squirmed under the cape. Frank continued to plow over the top her head, replacing long hair with dark fuzz. When he was done with the top, he moved to the right side, and pushed the clippers back from her temple. I was awestruck, as were the other customers at the pile of hair that was growing on the cape and floor. Soon Frank was doing the back, plowing up from her neck to her crown. The hair was simply being pushed to the side where some clung to the hair still on her head, but most fell to the floor.
The hair that managed to stay was soon on its way to the floor as the clippers made a new path. The left side was cleaned the same way the right had been, and the dramatic part of the cut was over. My sister, who moments earlier had been only a little head with hair spilling out over the cape, was a now a little head with hair piled on the cape. It was a delightful sight to see. My mom walked over and felt her head. He cleaned up her hairline, brushed her off, and my sister got up.
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I sat properly as she draped the cape around me, and fastened it snuggly around my neck. You do have some decent length which is natural though. Would you prefer I cut off the length until where the natural ends are? I deliberated for a moment, and came up with my final decision. Alright, a 2 coming up! She walked forward, picked up the clippers hanging on a hook beside a small drawer, and replaced the guard with one from a box on the top of the drawer.
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The clippers came alive with a loud thud. The lady pulled up a section of hair close to my occipital bone, so that she could get a clearer look at the length on my nape. The buzzing noise of the clippers came closer to my ears, and transmuted into a continuous tearing sound as I felt the vibration of the clippers push upwards from my nape.
With all the curly kinks grown out, I was actually more worried about the clippers getting jammed than losing all the length. She repeated the motion several times, each time with less tension than the previous.
With the last stroke having little to no tension from the touch, I knew that all the length at the back was gone. The lady then repositioned herself, and proceeded to shave off everything on my left, up to the temple. The sheared curls tumbled down my shoulder, and rested in my lap above the cape.
Should my pet get a summer haircut?
Where the clippers mowed through, laid super-short stubble now. As they reopen, patrons and their preferred stylists reconnect over the first ish minute appointment in, for some, many months. Many of us have let the mane maneuver its way past the ears and down onto the shoulders. Others' hairdos grow out and up — gravity-defying growth with impressive resistance to styling products.
Some are sporting looks shorter than ever out of necessity.
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Over the past 12 months — well, nearly 15, if you're counting from when the pandemic began — plenty of us have dabbled in buzz cuts, box dyes and styles we can only call bowl-cut-but-longer.
Returning to the barber's chair comes with a sigh of relief, but what if you've left your old barber behind? Some were forced to close when restrictions forbid formal appointments. Customers might've relocated to different neighborhoods or new cities. Trends have also come and gone and maybe you're in the mood for something new. As such, plenty of questions arise: How do I tell my barber what I want? Do I even know what I want? What's in right now? When should I come back for another?
What was once nearly routine is now less familiar than ever. Sean and Rachael — Originally Posted November 9, This is the first of a few collaborations between myself and a good friend.
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Her Boyfriend was in hair school at this time and this was a fantasy we wanted to play out. That is what is good about Fiction. The real person from this story is the middle sister, and to protect her identity they are from Australia. I just moved the story to the USA to protect my clients identity.