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I have always had a hair fetish for as long as I could remember. I had this fact delivered home on a number of occasions. I would look at long hair and fancy seeing it get cut. I still remember the sequence of events that led to me shaving my first woman. A rather long story, but I trust you will want to hear all of it. It all started with my aunt.

Now, my aunt was about nine or so years older than me. I never did really ask her age, but considering my uncle was only about twelve years older than me, that would be a fair guess. Anyway all said and done, I was about twenty one at that time. My aunt must have been twenty nine or thirty. She had been married into our family for the past five years.

On that fateful day, I had just attended an interview with a company that was in the same area as them.  Once I was done, I stopped by for a quick hello that extended to a lunch invitation. Though she worked in a bank (It was the same bank as the one my uncle worked at, only a different branch), she had a holiday as the bank was normally working full hours on the weekend and was closed on Tuesdays instead. My aunt (though it annoyed her to have me call her that, and I would do that just to irritate her) welcomed the company and distraction. She started cooking despite my half-hearted protests (she was an awesome cook) and that ensured that I was forced to stay and finish lunch at their place.

I chatted with her as she bustled about the kitchen asking about my life in  general, job prospects, my (non existant) love life. Somehow the topic went around to hair and I remarked that her hair was not in good shape at all, despite it being hip length. There were a lot of split ends and her hair started thinning out dramatically past her waist. I still remember the conversation that marked the beginning of my becoming a family barber.

"It's all your uncle's fault. He hates me spending on unnecessary stuff. That includes beauty parlour visits." she said

"But can't he see that your hair doesn't look good at all? I asked.

"He says that me being married it doesnt matter. Before we got married I used to maintain the length at mid back," she replied.

"I can see that midback or waist length would be the perfect length for your hair," I agreed.

"I know," she sighed. "I suppose he wont have a problem with someone cutting my hair free. I dont know anyone who will or anyone I can trust with that."

"Well, if you trust me, I can cut your hair." Those last five words sealed it all.

She turned around to look at me. I was wondering if I said the wrong thing. My heart had leapt up into my mouth. "Should I?" she fired back at me. The look of annoyance (mock, she told me later) melted into a naughty, yet amused look. "Fine. I trust you. I'll consider it payment for the meal that I am cooking." she said turning off the stove. "Go wash your hands. We'll eat in five minutes and then you can cut my hair."

All through lunch I kept up a conversation, but the back of my mind was on the haircut. After we finished eating, I helped her carry the dishes into the kitchen. That done, we came back into the living room and she turned off the television. "Okay to cut here?" she asked me. "Where ever you please." I replied. "Okay then, wait here," she said, disappearing into the bedroom. A couple of minutes later she came out carrying a plastic stool. She set it a little away from the carpet in the middle of the floor. I went over to her and she sat down on the stool, pulling her saree around her waist.

She handed me a comb and a pair of scissors (general purpose ones). "Cut it straight to my waist. Nothing fancy." she said. My heart tried to leap out of my mouth at those words. Silently I took the comb and scissors from her and put it in my shirt pocket. Loose plait, past her hips and about 7" short of her knees. Slightly dry flowers, held by a hairpin. I removed the hairpin and slowly extracted the flowers. She held her hand out for them. She kept the pin and tossed the flowers into a waste basket. I slipped off the elastic band at the end of her plait and she held her hand out for it. Then I slowly undid her plait.

I took out the comb and started to comb her hair out. Slowly. I combed for a little while, letting her hair fall straight. "I need some water," I said. "You know where the bathroom is." came the reply. I sighed and went in. I got a mug of water. Lacking a sprayer, I dipped the comb into the water and ran the wet comb through the bottom half of her hair, starting at her elbows and going down the length. Once her hair was wet I separated a lock from the center. Since the hair was fairly thin where I would be cutting it (she could use a shorter cut to her midback, but this was not the time to press it), I did not bother to section her hair as it was fairly thin where I was cutting it. I made the first cuts in my life, snipping off a just over foot of hair. Slowly, little by little I took the hair from the left, and using the first section as a guide cut, it into a straight line. Her hair was looking better already. Long strands of wet hair floated to the floor as I started cutting to the right. I kept it neat and straight, and minutes later, the first haircut I had ever given a woman was over.

I combed her hair out gathering it at her nape. Then I wove her hair into a firm plait securing it with the same band that I removed earlier. I could see a trace of nervousness on my aunt's face. She went to the mirror in the bedroom and took a look at her hair. When she came back, she was stroking her uniformly thick beautiful plait. "I dont know how good you are at anything else, but you do make a good barber," she smiled at me. "Thanks." I said, unsure of what to say to that.

"Okay, so every month, second tuesday: You come down here and give me a trim. I dont want my hair getting messy again." Her statement took me by surprise.

"But what if I get the job?" I asked her immediately.

"Well, as a good barber, you should figure out a way to keep your customers happy" she said in fake adominishment. But I was already making plans. One way or the other, I would not loose this opportunity. Even if it was just her, It would be worth getting into work later or leaving early for a single day.

She swept the cut hair up from the floor and consigned them unceremoniously into the same basket that had her cast off flowers. "Ok, I'll be off then." I said. "Be sure to be here next month." she said.

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A lot happened that month. I got the job to begin with. But the commute from my lodgings was way too long, so I found a flat a couple of blocks away from my aunt's and moved in. She and her husband helped me get settled in. Since this job paid well, I was able to invest in some comforts. The month passed, and I managed to take the morning off on the designated day.

She was waiting for me her hair in a usual braid. I found that she had gotten a pair of haircutting scissors and a water sprayer. Not only that she had gotten a selection of hair gripper clips. Apparently my uncle had loved her hair at a shorter and fuller length. I couldn't blame him for that.  "You dont need much of a trim this time," I told her. "No problem. Just cut a couple of inches off." she said. After lunch (during which she told me about all the compliments her hair was getting), she brought the stool out and sat down on it. I undid her plait and started to comb out her thick healthy hair. I used the sprayer simultaneously to get her hair wet. First a center part from forehead to nape. Parting her hair ear to ear over the top, I let the front section hang straight. Then I made a part across the back of her head, level with the bottom of her ears. Carefully I cut off just an inch of hair. Then I added some more hair from the left half of the clamped up hair, and cut it level once again.

As I continued to trim her hair, she told me, "I have some news for you. Your uncle has been promoted to branch manager."

"Wow, that's good news." I said. "So, When's the party?"

"As soon as he takes charge of the new posting, which, is the same branch where I am working."

"That's even better. It calls for a double celebration."

"No, that means I get transferred to his old branch. The bank does not allow direct family members to work at the same branch."

"Stupid government banks." I said.

"I agree," she replied, "But this means you'll have to come every second Sunday instead of Tuesday.

"That wont be much of a poblem." I said , trimming the last of the left half of her hair.

I started on the right half, carefully cutting. The haircutting scissors were much better to handle than the regular ones. Despite her telling me two inches, I was only talking off about one inch. The rest of the trim went on mostly in silence except for the snipping sounds of the blades. After I cut the last section, I carefully trimmed the sides to the same length as the back.

"Dry my hair off please." she said.

I got the dryer from the bathroom and started to blow dry her hair, running my fingers through her thick soft silky hair. Her hair was looking more beautful than ever thanks to the fresh trim. Once her hair was reasonably dry, I turned off the drier. She took the comb from me, and combed out her hair a few times. Then she tied it up into a bun at the crown of her head. She felt the back of her neck. "I have too much hair there. It looks ugly whenever I put my hair up. Can you do something about that?" she asked. I took hold of her bun and bent her head forward examining the back of her neck and behind the ears.

"It'll look nasty if you get it cut. The only way is to shave that area clean." I said, letting go of her bun.

"Hmmmmm...." she thought for a few moments. "Okay, next time you come, bring a razor along and shave my neck. Okay?"

"WHAT?" I exclaimed. "Come on, be a good boy. How difficult is it going to be?" She asked me in a slightly naughty and challenging tone of voice.

"Okay, remember that you asked for it." I replied.

Another enigmatic smile was the reply. She looked at the floor and exclaimed "I told you to cut two inches. Why did you cut so little?" I smiled at the tone of mock indignation in her voice. After promising to get a razor for her next trim, I left.

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Another month rolled by. A couple of days before the big day, I got a call from her, reminding me to show up with the razor. That Saturday I went out and got a straight edge razor and some blades. I had one blade and razor in my pocket when I rang their doorbell at 11:00 am on that fine Sunday. Things WERE starting to look up. The door opened and my aunt let me in. She was in her usual saree and plait. However, there was someone else. Another woman was sitting on the sofa. She appeared to be younger than my aunt. Must have been about 24-25 yrs old. She was wearing a salwar kameez.

"This is Preethi," said my aunt introducing her to me. "And this is my nephew, my personal barber and the secret of my beautiful hair." I gave her a miffed look.

"Hello." said Preethi.

"Hi." I replied.

"I think you did a wonderful job cutting your aunt's hair. It looks so beautiful now." she said.

"Thanks...." I said unsure of what else to say.

"What she means to say is, she loves my shorter hair so much, she would like you to cut her hair as well." interjected my aunt.

"WHAT?" I almost yelled.

"Well, that's the price for being famous." said my aunt. "And being a good customer of yours, I am helping your work and reputation along. Someday when you are really famous, you will think of me and thank me." I rolled my eyes.

"Please," said Preethi. "I am rather tired of my long hair. But somehow I never had the courage to go to a beauty parlour to get a haircut. Atleast here, I have your aunt to give me moral support."

"Say you will." said my aunt. "Atleast for me. If you say no, I'll never cook for you again."

I sighed. "Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"That's a good boy now. Come Preeti." said my aunt leading her to the spare bedroom. "I had your uncle move in the old dressing table here." she said over her shoulder. I went in behind them to see that the tools were already laid out. Scissors, clips and  a water sprayer.

"I guess you are set at making me your personal barber" I said. My aunt gave me a mischevious smile. "So who's first?" I asked. "Obviously the guest." said my aunt, giving Preeti a nudge.

"What?" she exclaimed.

"Come on, it's something you always wanted. Right?" prodded my aunt.

"Yeah... but..." faltered Preeti.

"Come on. I am right here with you" said my aunt guiding her to the stool.  "Okay, I guess you are right." sighed Preeti, sitting down on the stool. She took off her dupatta and put it on the dressing table. "Ready, barber?" asked my aunt mischeviously.

I did not let my inward emotions show. I was fairly excited by the prospect of a fresh victim, but something told me that being reluctant was the best approach. Slowly I started to remove the hairpins holding up Preeti's very large and very thick bun. My aunt collected the pins from me. I gently pulled the bun free and a cascade of hair fell down her back. It easily fell past the curve of her hips and would have been about nine inches short of her knees.

I gathered her hair at the nape and stroked it a couple of times. It was uniformly thick and silky unlike my aunt's hair (before her cut atleast). I reached for the comb and started to comb out her thick hair. Slow strokes. I could feel Preeti begin to relax. I continued to comb out for a few minutes feeling the soft silk of her hair.

"How much do you want cut, Preeti?" asked my aunt breaking into my thoughts.

"I want atleast half the length taken off. I wont mind a couple of inches extra though." she said.

"Are you going to cut her hair loose?" she asked me.

"That's what I was planning to." I replied. "Don't." she replied curtly taking the comb from me. Before I realized it, she had also taken Preeti's hair and had started combing it.

"What do you mean?" Preeti and I asked her at the same time.

"Well, I dont want loose hair blowing around the house. So I will simply plait her hair, you can measure and cut half and trim the rest." replied my aunt.

"Not a bad idea." said Preeti. My aunt flashed me a sly smile and continued to comb her hair. I was relegated to the sidelines as my victim was being 'prepared' so to speak. I watched my aunt's expression as she did Preeti's hair. There was a gleam in her eye. Something I had never seen before. Soon she begain to plait her hair. Slowly a thick long braid began to emerge from her skilled fingers. She plaited the hair with practiced efficiency, pausing to comb every four five twists. A few minutes later she secured the end of the plait with an elastic band.

"Well, she's ready now barber boy," she said teasingly, handing me the scissors. I raised my eyebrows at her in mock indignation and took the scissors.

"Half plait, did you say?" I asked Preeti. I got a nervous not in reply. I picked up the plait and ran it through my hands. Then, I folded it in half, holding the end against the nape and marked the spot. Placing the shears to the plait I started cutting. I had never head this sound before - It was so different from the precise snips while trimming the ends. The sharp ripping sound of the scissors slicing through her thick plait. The scissors struggled to cut through the thickness. I continued to cut away at the plait making slow progress. Past the half way mark I found the cutting get easier, and soon the plait came free. My first major bulk cut. (Not counting my aunt that is.)

My aunt took the cut plait from me and placed it on the dressing table. I heard a gasp from Preeti. "Did I cut too much? I asked her.

"No, I don't think so. It's just that it seems so much longer when it's cut off." she replied. My aunt smiled and handed me the water sprayer. I began to undo what was left of the plait. Then I started to damp her hair down, spraying and combing at the same time. Once her hair was thoroughly wet, I neatly sectioned it. Front quarters falling free to the sides, and the back quarters pinned up. Except for a small section let down.

I cut the let down section into a neat straight line. The familiar snips of the scissors ringing like music. Bit by bit my I let down the right rear section, cutting it straight in line with the guide section. It was slow work given the thickness, but I loved it. And I suspect my aunt did too. The litter of hair on the floor was growing as I continued my work on the left section as well. The line of her hair looked as if it was etched with a ruler. I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself.

Then I brought the sides out to the back, measured and trimmed them as well. In the meantime, my aunt returned with a hair dryer and started to dry out Preeti's hair. After about ten minutes of high pitched whine from the dryer, her hair was reasonably dry, falling thick and silky to a blunt line midback. My aunt combed out her hair. She then got up and twisted around to get a good look at the back.

"WOW! It is so beautiful!!" she exclaimed. "Such a neat and tidy cut. I like it very very much." gushed Preeti. I smiled at her. "I told you so." said my aunt. "Well, my turn now." she added taking the vacated stool.

"You dont need a trim auntie" I said. "No, but I need a cut. You are going to cut my hair down to mid back." she replied. I sighed outwardly, inwardly I was happy. I picked up her plait and slipped off the elastic band. It was promptly collected by Preeti. I quickly undid her plait and started combing her hair. Then I took the water sprayer and started wet combing her hair slowly.

The cut was more or less an action replay of what I had performed on Preeti. Except that this time, I had seven inch lengths of hair floating to the floor. I grew more and more excited as I saw a carpet of hair cover the floor. Wet silky hair floating down. It took a good fifteen minutes to finish her cut, and a further five minutes to dry her hair out.

"Done." I said, running the comb through her now shorter and dry hair. I must admit that her shorter hair fell beautifully down her back, stopping in a blunt line at her elboews. I gathered her hair at the nape and stroked it one last time. "Arent you forgetting something?" she asked me.

"What?"

"I told you to clean up my neck right!" She exclaimed. "Oh yeah, that!" I replied taking the razor and blade out of my pocket and tossing them on the table. I failed to notice the look of disbelief on Preeti's face. I took the comb again aand gathered her hair. I began to comb the hair upwards to her crown gathering it into a ponytail. Then I twisted it and secured it with a clip.

"You want me to square the back?" I asked her. "That would be nice." she replied. I took the scissors and bent her head forwards exposing her nape. Turning her head slowly to the left I folded her left ear and made a cut along the hairline, making it a little more promiment. Then the scissors cut across her nape etching the new hairline. I kept turning her head to keep a perfect angle and she was very obedient. I took the cut home up behind the right ear, keeping it folder and out of the way. Next, I took the sprayer and sprayed some water onto my right fingers. First up the right ear, then across the back of her neck, and finally the left ear. I rubbed the water in. I broke the blade into two, and slid it into the straight razor. Turning her head to the right, I folded her right ear. Stretching the skin gently I scraped downwards in slow careful strokes cleaning up all the hair below the now marked hairline.

I wiped the razor and continued on across the back of her neck, starting from her shoulders and running up to the hairline, shaving her hairy neck clean. I paused to wipe the blade a couple of times and moved on to behind her left ear. To her credit, she held perfectly still as I shaved behind her left ear as well. The last of the stray hair cleaned up I wiped the razor and put it away. "All done." I announced.

My aunt rubbed her hand across the back of her neck and smiled. "That is very good." she said. Preeti could not resist running a hand over my aunt's freshly shaved neck, marvelling at how clean and neat it looked. "Can you do the same for me please?" she asked.

"Sure he will." said my aunt replying for me and vacating the stool. Preeti sat down. I gathered her loose hair and started combing it up to her crown. I twisted the ponytail into a knot, my aunt removed the clip from her hair and secured the bun for me. I examined Preeti's hairline and when I looked for the scissors, my aunt was handing it to me with a smile. I shook my head and took it from her, bending Preeti's head forward at the same time. Turning her head to the right, I folded her ear and cut a line up behind her ear, marking off the hairline. Then back across her nape, turning her head gently and up behind her left ear. She didnt have as much hair below the hairline as my aunt, but well, if she wanted a neckshave she would certainly get one.

I took the sprayer and spraying a little water into my right hand, I wet all the hair on her neck and behind her ears. My aunt helpfully took the sprayer from me and handed me the razor. I changed the blade and bent Preeti's head again. "Please keep very still" I advised folding her right ear. Again the same slow strokes down behind the ear and up the back of the neck. I did not have to wipe the blade as often, so I shaved a little faster. within a couple of minutes I was cleaning up the last of her hair behind her left ear. I wiped the blade and wiped off some hair clinging to her neck.

"That's it." I annouced. Preeti ran a hand over her freshly shaved neck. "Wow! That feels so nice." she excalimed

"Glad that you liked it." replied my aunt.

"So how much do I pay him?" asked Preeti.

"No charge." smiled my aunt. Preeti smiled and looked at her watch. "Ok, it's getting late. I must be going home now." she said. My aunt tried to get her to stay for lunch, but she didnt agree. She took her dupatta, her handbag gave me a shy smile and left.

 -- To be continued --

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