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My story really starts with the death of my mother when I was just 14 years old.  My mom died after a long battle with cancer.  My mother had lung cancer and fought the disease for several years.  I watched her loose her once beautiful long blonde hair and she always dotted over my long blonde hair.  My mother loved to brush my hair and put it in braids and ponytails.  So naturally my long hair became very important to me.  I associated my hair with the love I had for my mother. 

Less than a year after my Mothers death my Father started dating a woman named Claire. I didn’t like her.  Claire had long dark hair and she was much younger than my Father.  It was apparent to me that she was a player and was using my Father for his money.  But I doubt I would have liked anyone my father brought home.  Being an only child and having just lost my mother I really did all I could to chase this woman away. 

Despite my best efforts my Father and Claire married just 18 months after my Mothers death.  Almost immediately after they returned from their honeymoon my new Step Mother started to lobby my Father to send me to a boarding school.  I heard her tell him on one occasion that I was reaching an age where my beauty would start to interfere with my studies and that I should be in an all girls’ school.  I heard my Father tell Claire that he didn’t feel I was ready to be away from home. 

Then on another occasion I heard Claire ask him if he didn’t think that she should at least get my hair cut short to keep the boys away for a while.  I heard my Father give Claire permission to take me to get my haircut any way she wanted.  If she thought that would keep me chase. My Fathers answer sent me running to my room crying. 

That night when I was called to dinner, my Father told me that Claire was going to take me for a haircut the next afternoon after school.  I began to protest but my Father simply told me, “Heather, your hair is to be cut.  Period.  Do not give Claire a hard time.  She has my permission to cut your hair as she likes".  I ran from the table crying. 

I was indeed seeing a boy at the time named Tony.  He had always told me how beautiful my hair was and liked to run his hands through my hair when we kissed.  I was almost 16 years old and here I was telling my boyfriend that the hair that we both loved was to be cut that day against my will.  Tony was upset more for me than with the fact that my hair would be cut.  He told me he loved me not just my hair.  He said all the right things.  That’s when I decided that I wanted Tony to be my first.  I asked him if we could go to his house knowing that both his parents worked all day.  Tony smiled and said of course. 

When we got to Tony’s house he poured us each a glass of wine and we each had a cigarette.  I had been smoking for several years; I used to steal cigarettes from my mother.  After we finished our wine and cigarettes Tony asked me if I was really ready?  I told him I wanted to feel beautiful the first time I made love to him.  He smiled, took my hand and led me to his bed.  Tony was gentle and passionate.  He was everything I ever dreamed of in a lover.  We spent all day in bed making love, drinking wine and smoking cigarettes. 

Then it was time to meet Claire.  School was about to end.  Tony walked me back to the school and waited with me outside and walked me to the car when she pulled up to the curb.  Tony kissed me goodbye and told me it would be ok. 

I immediately started to cry as I got into the front passenger seat of the car.  Claire was smiling and asked me about my friend.  I told her it was my boyfriend Tony.  She asked why she hadn’t heard about him before now?  I told her I had been seeing Tony for 3 months.  I started to plead with Claire not to cut my hair and then she smelled the alcohol on my breath.  Claire asked me if I had been drinking?  I lied to her and she told me not to lie that she could smell it.  Then she pulled me towards her and smelled my hair.  She asked me if I was smoking too?  I shook my head that I had.  Claire smiled and told me that this was why my hair had to go.  That I was much too young to be drinking, smoking and having a boyfriend.  She looked me in the eye and asked me if I were still a virgin?  At this point I became defiant and told her no!  Claire shook her head and drove directly to the salon. 

When we got to the salon Claire looked me in the eye and told me that if I gave her a hard time I would pay for it.  I asked her what she intended to do to my hair?  She just smiled and told me I would have to wait and see. 

When we walked into the salon I realized it was an old lady salon.  It reeked of hair spray and chemicals.  The couple of clients in the shop were all in curlers or under dryers.  This was nothing like the place my mother took me occasionally to have my ends trimmed.  My stomach turned with fear.  Claire walked to the receptionist and told her that I was Helen’s 4:00 appointment.  The receptionist told her that Helen would be right with us. 

We sat in silence for what seem like an eternity but it was actually only about 5 minutes.  When Helen walked to the waiting room she greeted Claire and asked if I were Heather?  I told her I was.  I looked at Claire and pleaded with my eyes one last time.  Then I heard the plan.  Claire told Helen that I wasn’t even 16 years old that I was drinking, smoking and having sex.  She told Helen that my hair had to go.  That she wanted my hair cut short and permed tightly.  She said that I needed a new look.  I burst out crying immediately. 

Helen took me by my arm and led me to a chair right up front.  Claire followed us and I was forced into the chair.  I tried to escape but Helen and Claire held me down and strapped me to the chair.  Claire looked me in the eye and told me that I had better behave or else.  I stopped fighting and looked down into my lap.  I was caped and I watched as Helen picked up a large pair of scissors.  I felt her gather all my long blonde hair into a fist and then I heard the most nauseating sound I had ever heard, the sound of scissors grating through my long beautiful hair.  My hair put up a fight as thick as it was it took Helen several seconds to saw through my hair.  When the last strands were cut my head shot forward and what was left of my hair fell forward onto my cheeks.  It was awful.  It was already the shortest my hair had ever been.  Tears were flowing down my cheeks and I watched as Helen began to shape my hair.  She was cutting it to the middle of my ears on the sides and then she cut the front of my hair to my eyebrows straight across as if I were going to have bangs.  I looked so ugly.  Then I felt her cutting off all of the length that was left on the back of my head.  My hair was as short as any boy I knew.  But my ordeal was just starting.  Helen put down the scissors and released me from the chair.  She led me back to a basin to wash what was left of my hair.  The water felt so foreign on my almost naked scalp.  When I was rinsed out Helen put a towel on my head rubbed briskly and my hair was almost completely dry. 

Helen led me back to the styling chair and recapped me.  She rolled over a trolley of curlers and asked Claire how tight she wanted the perm?  Claire smiled and told Helen to use the tightest curlers she could.  Helen smiled and said, “ok one afro perm coming up".  I began to cry again.  The little hair I had was rolled up quickly and then Helen put a solution on each of the curlers.  It smelled terrible and it started to burn my scalp.  I began to protest but Claire told me to shut up.  I sat there crying quietly.  Helen put a cap over the curlers and led me to a dryer. 

I sat under the dryer for an hour.  Claire stared at me while I sat there crying.  I hated her.  I swore to myself at that moment that I would get even with her one day. 

Helen came over and pronounced my perm complete.  She led me to the styling chair and began to unroll what was left of my hair.  She started in the back so that I couldn’t see what it looked like.  But I could see the smile on Claire’s face so I knew it was going to be awful.  Then Helen started to unroll the top and I could see just how awful.  I started to bawl uncontrollably when I saw the short tight frizzy curls that used to be my long beautiful hair.  Helen unrolled the sides and I had hair that barely touched my ears, it was high up on my forehead and looked like a birds nest.  Helen told Claire that all we had left was the final styling.  Then she walked to the counter and picked up electric clippers.  I had never seen them used on a woman before but I had seen them used on my Father and other men at a barbershop.  I was petrified when the clippers popped to life.  I felt Helen run them up the back of my neck.  I felt small tuffs of hair roll down my neck.  She repeated this over and over going higher and higher on the back of my head.  I could feel the air on the back of my neck and then I saw her draw the clippers around my right ear, she pushed them half way up the side of my head and I could see the white of my scalp through the short pale blonde hair that was less than 1/8 of an inch long.  Helen repeated this process on the left side of my head and than shut off the clippers.  I thought I was finally done.  It was terrible but at least I had a little hair on the top of my head and the curls that fell onto my forehead did look kind of cute.  Then Helen picked up the scissors and began to blend the top into the short sides of my hair and it got shorter and shorter.  Then she sliced off the curls on my forehead.  I was so ugly.  I began to scream, “Oh my God I look so ugly!  I HATE YOU BOTH!"  Helen and Claire laughed. 

Helen removed the cape and I was released from the chair.  My hands shot to my head to feel what was left on my head.  It was so short that it felt like a boys crew cut on the back and the curls on top felt dried out and stiff.  I ran from the shop to the car and got in the back lied down on my face and started to cry again.  Claire and I didn’t say a word to each other on the ride home.  When we got home I went to my room to cry and to call Tony.  I told him just how ugly I felt and told him I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to see me ever again.  He told me that he didn’t care what I looked like but I knew he wasn’t going like me anymore.  I just knew it. 

My Father got home an hour later.  I intended to throw a fit and demand that he get rid of Claire.  Instead when he got to my room he had already heard about my drinking, smoking and having sex.  He told me that I got what I deserved and if I didn’t stop misbehaving that he would send me to an all girls’ boarding school.  He told me that I had lost any right to pick my own clothes, wear makeup or pick my own hairstyle.  He told me that Claire would control my clothes and hair until further notice.  I felt mortified. 

I refused to have dinner with them, but after dinner they both came back to my room.  They were carrying trash bags and Claire told me she was going to go through my wardrobe.  One item at a time I watched as Claire threw away all my favorite clothes and shoes.  Then to add insult to injury she picked out a long plaid skit and long sleeved white blouse flat black shoes and white leggings for me to wear to school the next day.  I began to cry just thinking about wearing this to school with my new ugly hair.  I was going to be a laughing stock. 

It was worse than even I could begin to think of.  My A-list friends all laughed and teased me.  Tony laughed and broke up with me.  I was left friendless.  I was the nerd of nerds for the next two years.  Claire kept my haircut short and didn’t allow me to wear anything but long skirts or dresses.  I didn’t get another date throughout high school.  No Prom.  I couldn’t wait to leave home for college. 

I had saved my allowances for the past two years so that when I got to College I was able to buy myself all new clothes and get hair extensions.  I bought myself makeup and dressed like I had before Claire.  I was happy again.  I was popular again.  I was meeting boys and going out just about every weekend.  I achieved good grades the first semester and my father wanted me to come home for Christmas.  I told my Father that I would not come home if Claire was to touch my hair or criticize my dress or makeup.  My Father assured me she wouldn’t. 

I got home two days earlier than scheduled as I had been excused from taking my final exam in Philosophy.  The professor assured me I had earned an A and told me to enjoy my vacation.  When I got home there was a strange car in the driveway.  I walked into the house and didn’t find anyone in the Living Room, Kitchen or Den.  I went upstairs and that’s when I heard the sounds of sex coming from my Fathers room.  I knocked and screamed for my Father to come out that I was home.  Claire screamed to me that she would be right out.  I smiled when Claire tried to sneak out of her room without me seeing whom she was with.  I asked her whom she was fucking?  Claire tried to lie to me and tell me nobody…  I told her I would stand here until my Father got home.  Claire begged me not to tell my Father that she was cheating on him.  I laughed and told her how the power had changed.  I informed Claire that the only way she was going to buy my silence was with her hair!  Claire started to cry and tried to bribe me with money.  I laughed and told her I would rather tell my Father all about her cheating than money…  That the only way she was getting out of this was with the same short curly perm she gave me.  I told Claire to get rid of her friend that I was going to make a phone call to Helen. 

I called the salon and made an appointment for Claire with Helen.  I informed Helen that it was revenge day and that Claire would be getting the same short curly perm that she had been giving me.  I heard Helen laugh and I knew this was going to be fun. 

Claire walked out with her friend and saw him to the door.  When I heard her close the door I told Claire that she had an appointment with Helen in less than an hour and that she needed to get dressed.  I went up to my closet and pulled out the long plaid skirt and outfit that she had made me wear to school the day after my first haircut.  I walked into my Father’s bedroom and told Claire to get dressed and I threw the clothes at her.  I watched her strip and get changed.  I told her to remove all her makeup and asked her for her car keys.  I watched Claire’s eyes tear while she got her keys and she headed for the bathroom. 

Claire already looked stupid with no makeup and wearing the neardiest clothes I had.  I went into Claire’s pocketbook and took her cigarettes and wallet and told her bad girls weren’t allowed to smoke or drink or have sex.  I told Claire to go out to the car I would be right out to take her for her haircut.  When I heard Claire leave the house I called my Father and told him exactly what had happened and what I was doing.  He laughed and told me to have fun.  I told him where the salon was located and he told me he would meet us there in an hour or so.  He wanted to close all of Claire’s accounts and empty their joint checking account. 

Claire begged me not to do this to her and I laughed.  She asked me what she was supposed to tell my Father?  I told her I didn’t care what she told him.  Claire cried all the way to the salon.  I led her into the salon by the arm and Helen was waiting.  Helen told me how nice I looked and I told her we were here to “sort out" my stepmother.  Helen asked if I still wanted her cropped and permed?  I looked at Claire and smiled, I said, “Absolutely." 

Helen seemed to enjoy cropping and perming Claire even more than she enjoyed doing it to me.  Helen laughed while Claire cried.  I watched how Helen humiliated Claire every chance she could.  While Claire was sitting under the dryer I pulled out one of her cigarettes and lit it up.  I smoked a cigarette for the first time in three years.  I enjoyed it with a smile on my face while Claire cried.  But the best part of the whole process was watching Claire being clipped and her final styling.  Just as Helen was finishing the carnage my Father walked into the Salon and laughed at his soon to be ex-wife.  Claire screamed at me that I had betrayed her.  She asked me why I did this to her if I was going to tell my Father anyway?  I laughed and told her revenge was sweet.  I took my Fathers hand, left money at the reception desk for the haircut and a good tip for Helen and I drove my ex-stepmothers car home.  Claire was left ugly, broke and homeless.  She was crying and screaming when we walked out on her.

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