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I fell in love with Amanda at the first time I saw her. She was one of the bridesmaids at the wedding of one of my friends. Striking detail: she caught the bridal bouquet when the bride and bridegroom left. But she had no boyfriend at that time, so the coast was clear for me. I danced with her at the wedding party and asked her if I could meet her again.

''Maybe,'' she said with an enigmatical smile. Nevertheless she gave me her telephone number. And we started dating.

Let me describe to you how she was like. A petit girl, no more than five feet and four inches, slim figure, small perky breasts, a narrow pelvis, a well sculptured nose and full red lips. Beautiful dark eyes, standing a little oblique, giving her a somewhat exotic look. Her ears? I didn't know initially as they were covered by her hair. Yes, her hair! Black, thick, wavy and long, reaching to her butt. In fact too long as she was rather small and it made her look still smaller with this long hair. Just as if she were a teenager!

Of course I had had girlfriends before but never one like her. Never I had such deep feelings for any other girl. Amanda seemed to return them and three months later we became lovers.

The question arose: what are we going to do? As for both of us privacy constituted an important issue we decided to a LAT-relation: living apart together. But both of us had keys of each others apartments. Of course we didn't abuse them but in case of abscense we could always enter.

We had no secrets for each other except one: my hair fetish! Not that I would not inform Amanda about it but I was afraid that she would be shocked if I told her this without preparative measures. I had to wait for the right moment!

We had decided to celebrate the first anniversary of our being together, our first fucking in other words, at my apartment.

I didn't know that her boss had given Amanda a free afternoon and she had headed for my apartment to prepare a meal. The casserole in the oven, the salad and the desert ready in the fridge, she had had plenty of time before I would come home. Amanda looked in my book-case in search for something to read. She tried to open a drawer at the base of the case but it appeared to be locked. She discovered a key at a book-shelf with which she could unlock the drawer. Curiously she investigated its contents.

She found a number of magazines all dealing with haircuts on women. Pictures of make-overs, long-haired girls transformed to short-haired ones, some of them even shaved bald. She also found videotapes and DVD's and Amanda put one in the recorder. Astonished she looked on to see how girls were robbed of all of their tresses. A girl with rather ugly, frizzy short hair was transformed into a stunning baldy. Amanda was surprised to see how much better she looked without hair

Another girl with a waistlength mane was shaven to the bone. Although Amanda thought it to be a waste to shave off all of that long hair, it should have taken at least five years to grow to this length, she had to admit that the new appearance of the girl wasn't that bad. Different but pleasurable.

She put another tape in the VCR called Cosmopolitan. Several girls were showed, each of them with different hairstyles. Suddenly she saw a picture of herself with her long black hair. Shocked Amanda noticed how her mane gradually was reduced to shorter and shorter styles until at last all had gone!

At that moment I entered the room. Startled Amanda looked up.

''I see that you have discovered a secret quality of mine. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about it but I was reluctant to do so as I didn't know how you would react. I was afraid that you should think me to be a weirdo.''

''Look Rick, I think it is weird but I love you. I could have handled it. It is a shock for me that I didn't know and had to discover it in this way. I think you own me an explanation.''

''Sweetheart, that's the least you have right to. I'll try to explain but it is difficult to understand for one who has not this obsession for hair.''

''Hair? Lack of hair you have in view. I assume you want to cut off my hair and shave me bald.''

''No, certainly not! Darling, it is all fantasy. It is virtual, not real. I would never do such a thing in reality. Besides, I love your hair. I fantasize only about possibilities.''

''But you should like to see me bald.''

''It's not that simple, darling. Not only the endresult counts but the wole process of cutting and shaving is just as important. Well, I must admit that I should like to know how you would look without hair but only when it would be possible for a short time. I mean if you would have your hair back shortly after the shaving.''

''Well, that's possible with a wig.''

''That's different. A wig is an aid, a prothesis, not to compare with your own hair.''

''Yes, I know. Well, it's all very confusing. I don't know what to think of it. If only you had told me before.''

''Yes sweetheart, you are right. I should have done that. Can you forgive me?''

''Rick, I told you that I love you and this doesn't change it. But I'm shocked and disappointed that I had to discover it this way. Nevertheless I'llcome over it.''

But our relation had suffered some average. Not that our love had diminished but a not visible and not tangible veil seemed to have lowered between us. It was present when we made love. It had always given both of us pleasure when I brushed Amanda's hair. Now I was reluctant to do so. In her eyes I read the unspoken question: ''Does he want to cut my hair and shave my head?''

Every action, even thought, was related to hair. Amanda didn't mention it. Sometimes she even asked me to comb and brush her tresses.

About three weeks after this unfortunate incident it happened to be my birthday. Amanda had proposed to celebrate this at her apartment. After work I went to her with a few bottles of wine. Amanda heard me open the door and she came to meet me.

''Happy birthday, darling. I have a surprise for you: I brought a friend of mine.''

''A friend?'' I didn't understand. Surprised I said: ''I thought we would be together.''

''Don't be upset, she won't stay long. But don't ask anything.''

Judy was an attractive girl with platinum blonde hair, cut into a chinlength bob, and beaming blue eyes. We had the usual small talk and Amanda opened a flacon of champaign. The girls drank several glasses but I got only one.

''You shouldn't drink too much, darling,'' Amanda said, ''You should be in form in connection with the surprise we have for you.''

Curiously I informed what this surprise would imply. In the meantime Judy had left the room, heading for the bathroom.

''Let me first explain who Judy really is. She is not a colleague of me, not a co-worker at the advertising agency. She has a part in a commercial which is produced according to a script that our agency has developed. The commercial promotes haircare products, put on the market by a certain company. I'm not allowed to tell you which one. Today the first part has been shot and tomorrow the second will be filmed.''

She paused a few moments. ''Judy will show you which are the results when you use the false products.''

''Well, what are they?''

Amanda smirked: ''You lose your hair.''

I gasped: ''Do you mean that she has to be bald?''

''Well done, love! Your comprehension leaves nothing to be desired.''

''And you brought her.......? No, you cannot mean that.''

''Of course I do! You may bring your fantasy to fulfilment.''

''Amanda, I told you that I would never do that in reality. It is fantasy only.''

''Come on, Rick! She has to be bald when she arrives at the set tomorrow morning. Don't be a spoil-sport, we have no choice.''

''Why does she do this?''

''For the money. What do you think? She is paid fort the role. Just like the girls who are shaved on your tapes.''

The idea of being able to cut off all of her hair on a legal base aroused me.

''But I have never handled clippers, I might nick her.''

''I'll show you, it's not difficult. My stylist has let me do it. Yes,'' she laughed, ''I did practise.''

''What?! In her salon?'' I asked unbelievingly.

''Of course. Clippers are used on girls too, you know.''

''You shaved a girl?''

''Just some hair at the nape, not all of it.''

Judy had reentered the room. I didn't know how much she had had heard.

''Will you do that for me, Richard?'' she begged me in a sweet voice.

''Well, I feel flattered but I just told Amanda that I have no experience whatsoever.''

''Amanda will help you, she knows how to handle the apparatus.''

''Then shouldn't she do it?''

Amanda interrupted: ''Darling, Judy knows that you are craving to shear her.''

''What did you tell her?''

''Just what I said.'' The girls got a little giggly.

''Don't be embarrassed, Richard, I have those feelings too.''

I looked at her with other eyes.

Amanda spread out a sheet next to the table and put a straight chair in the middle. On the table she displayed a comb, a brush, clippers and attachments, shaving gel and razors.

''You may sit down,'' she said to Judy.

''Wait a minute.'' Without a bit of shyness Judy pulled her sweater over her head, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, kicked out her shoes and stripped off her pantyhose. There she stood, only wearing panties. She didn't wear a bra and she didn't need one: her breasts were small and firm.

She saw me gazing at her and she laughed: ''When I go to the beach in summer I don't wear anything more, so no need to be shocked.''

''I'm not, you are gorgeous.''

Amanda put an attachment to the clippers: ''This a number two, that means that you cut off hair at a distance of 1/4 inch from the skin, so you cannot do any damage.''

She told me how to hold the clippers and made the first move starting at Judy's nape and finishing at her crown. I did the same parallel to the first. Blond hair fell down on Judy's bare skin. When I reached her right ear I first attacked her sideburn and moved the clippers to her temple. I had some trouble to clean out around her ear but Amanda folded it forward and I managed to cut the hair as short as the former. In the same way I cleaned out the left part of her head and at last the top.

Amanda changed the number two attachment for a one and I repeated the procedure, now cutting all of Judy's hair to a length of 1/8 in

ch. Pale skin was visible between the short stubble, though also a dark shadow, indicating that the platinum colour of Judy's hair wasn't genuine.

''No,'' she said, '' In reality it is dirty blonde.''

A third time I used the clippers, now without an attachment to shave off the remains of Judy's hair. Meanwhile I had become familiar enough with them to do so without nicking her skin.

Judy stroke both hands across her scorn scalp: ''Still something to do, I want it smooth.''

''No problem,'' I said, ''Shaving a pate will even be easier than a face.''

I lathered and shaved her twice, making sure that all the stubble had been removed. Amanda brushed the loose hair from her body. Judy rose and asked if she could take a shower. She took up her clothes and left the room.

Amanda smiled: ''Did you enjoy the shearing?''

''Immeasurably!'' I noticed that not only I myself but Amanda too had been aroused. We kissed each other passionately. Amanda took my hand and ushered me to the couch on which we lay down, cuddling and stroking each other. We hardly noticed that Judy came back in the room.

''Shall I clean up?'' she asked.

''Oh no,'' Amanda reposed, ''I'll manage.''

''Well, then I think I'll go. You'll certainly want to be together for the rest of the night.''

She kissed first Amanda and then me on the cheek.

''Thank you, you've done a good job.''

''I have to thank you for giving me the pleasure.''

After she had gone Amanda said: ''That has been the first part of the surprise, now follows the second.''

With those words she sat down on the chair which still was situated on the sheet!

Puzzled I looked at her: ''What's the meaning of this?''

''Cut my hair, please.''

''No!'' I cried out, alarmed. ''Not your hair! I love it!''

''Don't you always say that my hair is too long in proportion to my small figure? I didn't ask you to cut off all, even not to cut it short. Just a little trim, that's all I want.''

I was surprised; she had never asked me to do this. About five times a year she went to her stylist for trimming.

''I don't know if I can get it even.''

''Just try, darling. You should moisten my hair, to make cutting easier.''

I did as she asked for. Indeed it was easier to cut at an even length when the hair was wet, nevertheless the left side seemed to be shorter when I had finished. I told her.

''Well, even it up.''

So I shortened the right side a little more than the one inch which she had allowed me. I think I had cut off two inches of the length all around before I was satisfied.

Amanda pulled me on her lap while still sitting on the chair, kissed me and began unbuttoning my shirt. Soon we had stripped each other and let ourselves down on the with blonde hair covered sheet.

Our lovemaking was terrific and afterwards we were exhausted, sweaty and plastered with Judy's blonde hair everywhere. The black tresses of Amanda were mingled with them and I combed them out and then we took a shower together. The drains clogged owing to the mass of hair that came off from our bodies.

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After those events our relationship intensified again. Amanda didn't seem to bother about my hair obsession any longer. Frequently she asked me to brush her locks and after a few weeks she wanted me to give her hair a trim again. Surprised I asked her why so soon after the latest time and she said: ''You are right, darling. I would look better when my hair is a little shorter. Besides I love it when you do it and I know that you feel the same.''

Boy, this was a big change of her mind!

The intervals became shorter and of course her tresses too! Every time I got more audicious and cut off some more inches and after three months the length of her hair had been reduced to just below her shoulders. Where would this end?

For some time she seemed satisfied with this length.

But at a night when I was with Amanda in her home she asked me to cut her hair at shoulder length. Of course I was willing to do that but to get it even I had to cut off more and as a result the ends of her hair didn't more reach her shoulders after it had got dry. I must admit I had been a little naughty!

Amanda looked at her image in the mirror, twirled her head and said: ''I don't like it. It is not long any more, neither it is short. I think you should cut off more.''

She didn't sound upset, on the contrary, she seemed to be very relaxed.

I gasped: ''I can't do that. Your hairdresser should cut it into a good shape. I would ruin it, this is not only a trim.''

''I know. Dispose of the scissors. I have clippers, you know? And attachments, use the largest. It is easy, all you have to do is to move them across my head.''

I couldn't believe my ears!

''Are you serious? You must be joking!''

''No, I'm not.''

''But why? Do you want to please me?''

''Yes....you and myself....we. Do it, darling, before I change my mind. Please,'' she pleaded in a sweet voice.

Well, I took the clippers, oiled them and supplied them with the largest attachment. I switched them on and started at her right sideburn. I moved them criss-cross across her head, reducing all of her hair to a length of one inch. Amanda told me to even up the back and sides and I changed the attachment on the Wahl clippers into a number four.

''Dispose now of any attachment and adjust the hairline on the back and sides.''

After having done this Amanda ordered me to make the top a little spiky by scissoring around somewhat.

''What do you think of my transformation?'' Amanda asked after I had fulfilled her wishes.

''You look gorgeous,'' I answered, ''But are you happy now?''

''Yes, I'm glad I did it. Now I do understand you better, darling. I mean your hair obsession.''

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A fortnight later Amanda asked me to clipper the back and sides shorter with the number one attachment and to taper her hair to the top but no shortening of the top. She really liked her hair short!

''You were right, Rick. Why didn't I listen to you?''

''As you are a stubborn girl,'' I laughed. ''Your perfect figure was disproportioned by that long hair and your features were hidden by it. You are stunning now, except for your eyebrows.''

''Do you want me to shave them?''

''No, only thinning out.''

A few days later she told me that she wanted to speak to me about an important decision. It appeared to be that Josh, one of her colleagues at the agency, planned to start his own advertising agency and had asked Amanda to become his partner and artistic director. That meant that she had to invest a certain amount of money and had to view the involved risks.

We discussed something or other very detailed but I couldn't access the possibilities of this line of business.

''I think I feel up to it,'' Amanda said, ''but I'll have to contract a loan and I cannot afford any longer to keep on my own apartment. If you agree we could look for an apartment where we can live together. I have thought about this and I love you so much that I no longer object giving up part of my freedom.''

''Is that really what you want or is it an economical necessity?''

''Well, I wouldn't deny that it is convenient to me but it is not the main issue. I love you and I want to live with you.''

''I agree and I'm even willing to give you a loan. I cannot afford the whole amount but you have to accept one condition.''

''Name it.''

''Are you willing to marry me?''

Amanda began to cry: ''Oh, I'm so glad that you ask me this...yes, yes...I do...I do!''

She kissed and hugged me and as a matter of fact we made love passionately to seal our mutual commitment.

Afterwards Amanda said: ''Darling, I've never been so happy in my whole life. I'll do anything for you.''

''Anything? Well, there is something...........'' I started to say but she interrupted me.

''I know. You are allowed to do it as soon as we are married. On our wedding-night.''

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Three weeks later we got married. After the wedding-party I took Amanda with me to the hotel where we would spend our wedding-night.

Amanda took off her bridal gown, kissed me and said: ''Now the time has come.''

''You needn't do this, sweetheart.''

''I know but I want to do it, I want to feel your razor scraping across my skull.''

I put her down on a chair, took my clippers and used them to remove her short hair. Then I spread shaving gel across her scalp and shaved off the stubble. After I had done this a second time I noticed that her skin felt soft and smooth to the touch. I used a lotion to make it shining.

Amanda stroke with both hands across her nude scalp and smiled:''Bald at last! I can't believe that I would ever do it! Thank you, darling. Are you satisfied now? Did I prove that I understand and accept your obsession?''

I kissed her.

''I couldn't have thought of a better start of our marriage.''

I lifted her and let her look at herself in a mirror. Amanda began to laugh: ''Wowah, am I looking weird! Do you still love me?''

''You are beautiful, sweetheart! You only have to get accustomed to your new appearance.''

''So you want me to remain bald?''

''We'll see to that later,'' I teased her, ''But for now....my first night with my bald bride.''

I took her in my arms and headed for the four-poster bed.

The end.

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