Why am I in this predicament? I see myself sitting on a chair and caped. This woman has attached blades to her clippers. The clippers are moving closer to my nape. My long bangs are gone and the length of my hair only reaches my chin. How did this even happen??
"Hey Jim, I want to take a weekend off to drive around in the mountainous regions."
"Sure Kimi, after all the hard work you have put in for this project, I'm sure all of us deserve a good rest."
I was elated to know my boss approved my leave so easily. Considering I was his prime protege and not to mention the fact that I managed to clinch him the multimillion deal in business contracts, perhaps it was no surprise he was so lenient with me. Though this was indeed rest well deserved. I had spent many a sleepless night securing the contacts which would finally allow me to clinch the aforementioned contracts. But enough of work, I have worked too much already. My entire body was screaming of disrepair. Finally a free weekend to rejuvenate and recuperate.
My hair was brunette in colour and hung at my waist. Many would have said that my feminine charms allowed me to convince many a man. Well I don't deny that. I like to think of my looks as part of my assets and strengths. Even my friends praise my hair for it's good condition. Well it WAS in good condition. These few months took its toll and my shiny hair had lost some of its sheen. Not all of it, after all a woman has to keep her appearances up even if time does not permit.
Making a quick mental checklist, I had to drive as far as my fuel could permit before stopping by in a town and then stay at an inn, perhaps go to a spa and get my hair taken care of. Of course I was uncertain where I would be going, but uncertainty undeniably has it's own alluring charms.
So on Saturday morning, I dumped my duffel bag full of my clothes and drove off towards the mountains in my red convertible. Speeding along the road never felt so good with my hair flying in the wind and with (relatively) no worries. Driving for about three hours I started to reach the base of the mountains. There was a sign that pointed to a mountain town approximately 60 miles inside the mountainous terrain, a town by the name of Tromar. A strange name if I had to say so myself. Either way it was a place I had never went to before so I revved up the accelerator and went up the mountainous path towards this enigmatic town.
It was noon by the time I reach Tromar. It looked like your generic mountain town, laid back and pristine. Though the few landlines that dotted the surrounding area did betray the natural feel of the town.I decided to grab some lunch as my stomach was rumbling. Picking up a sandwich and a cup of coffee, I sat in a cafe which had a natural vista of the mountains and the town itself. This was when I began to notice that almost all the women I had seen in the town wore some kind of clippered bob. Inverted, A-line and so on. It was a bobbed paradise? Course I never had the desire or wish to get short hair. I grew up with long hair, I liked it that way. I instinctively reached back to my neck to feel my hair, y'know just in case it disappeared. I had to admit I was curious why almost all the women had short hair. Perhaps due to the ease of dealing with it? Looking around, even the waiter that served me wore a short bob. A simple A line cut but when she turned I could see the undercut right underneath the bob as she swung her head around. Maybe the entire town has a central cult? I didn't know but I was determined to enjoy my weekend without interruptions of any kind.
Since it was a new town to me, I decided to find a tour of sorts. Stumbling around the town centre, I managed to spy a musty sign that read "Information Counter". Pushing the door open, not to my surprise I spotted another woman with a bob. It was dyed a shocking red, inverted steeply from the centre of her cheeks to halfway up the back of her head. The undercut looked sharp and precise as though it was well maintained.
"Hi welcome to Tromar! I'm the tour guide for the parts around here, are you interested in a tour?"
"Sure, would you also mind leading me to the spa as well?"
"Yep no problem. Also my name is Sarah, nice to meet you."
"I'm Kimi nice to meet ya"
So Sarah began to lead me around town, it was surprising how many secrets this little town could hide. Ranging from small vistas that betrayed the serene and secretive atmosphere of the mountains to well hidden secrets in stone. 4 hours later, we were done exploring the town and I was content with the numerous sights I had already seen. As I was still curious about the bobbed phenomena I decided to ask Sarah if there was any particular reason for the bobs.
"Hey Sarah, is there any particular reason for the large number of bobs? Or perhaps its some kind of cult hahaha"
"Well Kimi..... if you do want to find out why don't you turn up outside the information counter tomorrow morning at about 10. You might find the answer there. Of course do come with an open mind. Anyways here is the most famous mud spa of our town, please enjoy yourself and I hope you will come back to our town once again!"
With that Sarah left me infront of a hotel with the spa and left with a smile. Her words did strike something deep down. I was curious indeed about the reason as to why there were so many bobbed ladies. As I enjoyed the spa, I mulled over the possible reasons. However it was almost infuriating how I could not think of a satisfactory answer. By the end of the spa, I reasoned. I had already indulged myself in all of the possible relaxation outlets, it would not hurt to find out the root cause of this. Either way, I might find something interesting. Thus I went back to the hotel to eat and rest in anticipation of the next day.
Morning could not have come quick enough. I showered and dressed, eager to find out the reason behind the bobs. I walked to the information counter at 10am and once again saw Sarah. When Sarah saw me, she smiled. A smile of happiness perhaps? Or maybe a sign of something far more sinister.
"Hello Kimi, nice to know you could have made it! Either way follow me if you wish to satisfy your curiousity."
She led me around to the back of the information counter building. It seemed there was yet another building built right behind it. We slowly walked towards a door which seemingly connected those two buildings. There was a dark room on th e other side of the door. Sarah opened the door and as I walked into the dark room, thoughts began to race through my mind, what is she doing? Is she trying to kill me? Wait what am I doing? Sarah turned flicked on the lights as I walked into the dark room. In the room lay a row of barber chairs and corresponding mirrors. 3 to be exact. Right as I walked in Sarah closed the door right behind me.
"You may know me as Sarah the tour guide, but I'm also the town's hairdresser, Sarah the Barberette. Well I'm the only hairstylist in town and I cut everyone's hair in here but not everyone needs their haircut every hour so the tour guide is my alternate job when I'm free."
"That still does not explain why everyone wears bobs here..." I queried.
Sarah strutted over to one corner of the room and moved the tray of hairdressing equipment over to the center station. Before answering me, she deftly grabbed a translucent cape from the tray, flicking it in a swift motion and draped it over her hands before swiveling the chair over to face me.
"I can assure you we are no cult. Everyone here just loves the bob haircut. Especially the undercut. I presume you have already noticed that everyone has an undercut of some sort and the bob just allows for an undercut while retaining quite some length of the hair without any other compromise."
I nodded absentmindedly. She was right.
"There are shorter feminine haircuts but nothing is quite as girlish as a bob, something all the girls in this town would like to show without words. Well, this is as far an explanation words can go. I would prefer if I could instead show you why everyone here loves the bob." Sarah murmured with a grin.
This was quite insane. I prepared to turn and move away. I think I would keep my hair away from this delusional mountain town.
"This is of course strictly voluntary. You could very well walk out of this door right now. However since you came here, i'm sure at least sub consciously you are curious and would like to experience this. After all, if you walk out, you will never know why..." Sarah continued.
I stopped moving and turned back. She was right to some extent. I was curious. Perhaps deep down I had already known this might have happened. Yet I was still unsure. Getting my hair cut in a strange mountain town was not something I would do so simply. It was downright insane to just listen to one woman's raving and simply get my hair cut. I loved my long hair. I never imagined myself as a short hair gal. It was incomprehensible. Yet my body was moving on it's own. Slowly my feet inched their way closer and closer towards the hairdressing station. I could see Sarah smirking.
NO! WHAT AM I DOING? WHY AM I DOING THIS? But... I can't control myself. My body seems to be moving on its own. Stop!
"I knew you would come around. Looking at you, I can tell you are a busy business woman. The time you will save will definitely be worth it. Plus I'm sure it will make you look much... sexier..."
No! These remarks continued to erode my resolve. I could not turn back. I stepped into the chair and sat down. Sarah quickly caped me and turned the chair towards the mirror.
"That's it... but first I have to thin your hair out a bit."
Grabbing my long hair in a pony tail, Sarah grabbed a large pair of clippers and plunged it right through the base of the pony tail. I was shocked beyond belief. Almost ten years of growth and careful maintenance gone down the drain. Removed by one woman and her love for undercuts.
"Your hair looks as though it was well taken care of, but perhaps recent events have caused you to neglect it and it seems to have lost it's sheen hasn't it."
I could only shake my head absentmindedly.
"Now I have the perfect professional haircut in mind for you. Don't worry, when I'm done you will not regret stepping foot into my chair."
With that she combed my fringe over and also using the clippers plunged them into it.
BZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ.
Thick bangs that barely touched my eyebrows were being cut. I never had bangs, I always preferred to sweep my fringe to the side giving a chic and professional look. This was different altogether.
Looking back into the mirror I could see a new alien face. After the pony tail chop, the length of the hair only fell to my chin. A stark difference.
"Now that the bulk is gone and the general shape is there, it is time to show you why everyone loves the undercut" Sarah chimed. Grabbing a newer pair of clippers she attached a guard to it.
Wait the clippers are moving closer to my nape. Wait... WAIT!
She placed the clippers at the base of my nape and slowly but steadily began to move the clippers up my nape. BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZZ. The clippers roared angrily as they continued to chew their way slowly up my nape. But what I felt was not fear. It was an oddly pleasurable feeling. The clippers and their sensuous vibrations slowly working their way across my head. Ooooooohhhhhh. I couldn't help but show the pleasure in my eyes.
"Looks like you really like the clippers don't you, you rascal" Sarah smiled. "Why else would everyone come back for more?"
Knowing I enjoyed the feeling of being clipped, Sarah continued to move the clippers up and down my nape ensuring an even and enjoyable cut. Something awoke in me. It was strange but I could not help it.
"Perhaps this time I ought to go shorter. After all I'm only using the number 3 blade. Time to bring your nape down to a stubble" Sarah remarked to herself. Personally I had no idea what she had just said, but my entire body quivered in trepidation as to the impending buzz. She deftly removed the large guard and replaced it with a significantly smaller one.
"You are going to love this."
Once again she plunged the clippers into my nape, buzzing the short hairs into even shorter hairs. The first round was already an eye opening experience. The second time was unrequited bliss. I released a moan. Although it might have seemed almost perverted or sinful , I could barely help myself. I could feel myself getting wet. It was almost preposterous how much I enjoyed this. After what felt like forever, Sarah quipped "Alright, this is as much buzzing as I will go, time to finish up the haircut" I was almost disappointed it was over.
"But i'm still going to use the clippers. With the amount of clipping I have done, you will end up with a very precise hairstyle."
With the clippers she continued to use them to buzz a straight line from the base of my chin to the bottom of the ear lobe. Not very extreme but still managed to reveal the undercut she gave me. Finally she produced a tiny pair of clippers to tidy up the thick bangs and the sides of the bob. I could barely recognize myself in the mirror. It was a very chic and modern look. In fact I would think that I looked like a professional model myself! The thick bangs combined with my mascara gave a very feminine but refined look. The bob as a whole with its sharp and precise edges gave me a very professional feel. It seemed as though looking good was my sole job and I definitely did it with conviction. As a bonus, when I swiveled my head around to attempt to see my undercut, my hair stood firmly in place like a helmet. It was a very well cut job. My hair always fell back into place with much precision. It was perfect. I could barely speak.
"I'm glad to see that you like your new hairstyle very much"
"Very much can barely describe how much I like this, plus the time saved from maintaining my hair will be wonderful. You did a wonderful job."
"Well after all I would say I'm an expert at bobbing people, perhaps you now understand why everyone here enjoys this haircut."
"Yes most definitely. It seems almost cultish hahahaha"
"True true, well perhaps you would like to schedule yourself an appointment in the near future? I can see that you dont stay here so daily or weekly trims for your nape and bob are not possible.."
Daily trims, I almost shuddered at the thought.
"Yes with my job it will keep me away, but be sure that I will be back for more"
Paying Sarah a generous 50$ including her tip, I grabbed my duffel bag and decided to head back towards town. After all I still had a job come Monday. It would be a pity I had to leave this experience behind but I still had a job to accomplish. Of course with the knowledge and consolation that I would be back eventually for a trim, I could barely contain myself. The thought that I would indeed eventually feel those lovely clippers on my neck and having a professional haircut would be sufficient to tide me over till then.
When I returned to my job, many were surprised that I had indeed lost my long hair. Some were shocked but a much larger number of people complimented me on my new look. It showed off my features. Plus my long hair had caused some to call me childish and perhaps immature. This short but perfect haircut caused all such rumours to be dispelled. Looking significantly more professional than before, promotions and raises came nigh aplenty almost immediately. A stark contrast to before. Even when people asked me where I got my haircut, I brushed them off. The town would stay my secret for some time.
A week later I could feel my undercut growing out in an unruly tangle. My perfect coiffure was looking slightly jagged. Perhaps it would be time to head down to Tromar and fix it. With the growing workload and expectations, a little relaxation would be greatly appreciated.
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