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Charlene was sitting in front of the mirror at her dressing-table, brushing her long blonde tresses. She paused for a moment and scrutinized her image. Then she brushed her hair tight backward, using her left hand to flatten it as much as possible. Suddenly the door of the room was opened and Kimberley, her roommate, entered. Amazed she looked at her friend: "What on earth are you doing?"

Caught in the Charlene was rather embarrassed. She stuttered: "Errr.....I tried to imagine ...how I...... would look without hair."

"Why?"

"Oh...just curiosity."

"Curiosity? Why are you curious? There must be a reason for that."

"No."

"Come on, Charley! Something must have crept into your mind. Tell me."

Kimberley had an analytic mind and she was very pertinacious, she didn't let go a subject before she knew the ins and outs. Charlene sighed: "Well, when I was surfing the net I hit a site of makeovers, very sincere, long to short hairstyles. Some girls even ended up with shaven heads."

"And that touched you?"

"Of course, I wondered greatly why they agreed to undergo such a radical change."

"But seeing the make-over you were aroused."

"No! How can you think of that?"

"Well, that is simple...you tried to imitate a shaven head. So subconsciously you want to shave off your hair."

"That's ridiculous, Kim."

"Charley, you don't know what you subconsciously want."

"And you do know that!"

"I draw a conclusion from what I notice: you flattening your hair as if you would be bald."

"Oh yes, you are a psychologie student and you think you can explain everything. Well, you are wrong, sweetheart."

"Maybe cuty, nevertheless I stick to my opinion."

They dropped the subject as they couldn't reach an agreement.

In the weeks that followed they didn't more mention it either but sometimes Charlene recalled to herself what Kimberley had said. Subconsciousness!

Saturdaymorning. This day it was Charlene's turn to go to the super for the weekly errands. When she parked her car she saw a number of people gathered in front of a small theatre at the opposite side of the roadway. Curiously she went across the road and discovered a bill-board next to the entrance. She had to break a way through the crowd to get near enough to read the announcement but she didn't get the time to read all. For suddenly the doors were opened and everyone hurried inside, clearly with the intention to occupy a favourable position. As Charlene virtually stood in front of the door she was literally pushed inside by the stream of people without any possibility to turn on her heels. So she let herself down on a chair as soon as he was inside the auditorium, on the second row. For, as you know, she belonged to the first to enter.

Charlene had seen on the bill-board a request for volunteers willing to donate hair for charity and she really was interested to see what was going to happen.

After everybody was seated a lady set foot on the stage, bade wellcome to all and explained the course of things. The intention of the donation was to provide girls, bald due to illness and/or chemotherapy and chargeable to the parish, with wigs. The length of the the hair should at least be 8 inches to make it suitable for donation but of course greater lengths would be very appreciated. Three stylists would be ready to cut the hair and three chairs stood ready on stage.

Charlene noticed that not everyone had come to donate as most men had too short hair just as older women. Obviously they were there as companions or merely spectators. Just like herself! Present was quite an accumulation of teenagers, girls chiefly and Charlene supposed that high schools had been approached to supply donors. Maybe the university too though she didn't see anyone she knew and she hadn't read or heard about this event.

The lady acting as M.C. had a list of names and she called the first three girls to enter the stage. Charlene noticed that M.C. and a number of persons in the audience too encouraged the victims to spend more of their locks than 8 inches. Well, they succeeded to persuade no little of them and when some even allowed to be deprived of all of their tresses soon more followed. The view shocked Charlene but aroused har as well and she looked on mesmerized, forgetting time and not paying attention to her environment. There were no more names on the list and the M.C. now called for volunteers in the audience. Suddenly Charlene got aware that everybody in her neighbourhood looked at her. A man in front of her turned his head and said: "She means you."

This was met with approval and the M.C. obviously repeated: "Yes, that girl with long blonde hair. You have so much of it, won't you donate some for those poor girls?"

Charlene violently shook her head: "I'm sorry, I can't do that."

She rose and ran out of the theatre, hooted at being a coward.............

There came yells out of the audience as: "What are you doing here?!"

"Do you get a kick of seeing those girls sheared?!"

"You are a stupid peeping Tom!"

Battered Charlene fled to the parking lot, got into her car and drove home.

Kimberleyof course noticed Charlene's embarrassment: "What happened to you? You are looking terrible."

Charlene began to cry and stumbling she told her friend about her experiences of that morning.

Kimberley had listened carefully and then said: "You know, you were afraid but subconsciously you wanted to enter the stage. I told you before about your secret wish."

"How can you know that?"

"Seeing all those haircuts you were shocked but also aroused, weren't you?"

"Yes but......"

"Nothing but. Listen, in all consternation you didn't do the errands. Never mind, I'll go. Try to regain your self-esteem in the meantime."

That was easily said but not so easily done. Charlene regretted that she had panicked and run away in such a dishonorable way. But what should she have done? Mount the stage and start a discussion? Everyone in the audience wanted to see her on a chair. She wouldn't have had the power to resist the pressure and finally she would have lost at least 8 inches of her hair, maybe more. She didn't want that! Whatever Kimberley might say! All this rubbish about subconsciousness!

But these thoughts kept haunting her mind and it grew worse when Kimberley came back. She told Charlene that not only she had done the errands but also had visited the theatre and had spoken to the M.C.

Amazed Charlene asked: "Why? For what purpose did you do that?"

"Well, I apologized for your behaviour after I had told her that I'm your roommate. But I said that you had been frightened by the unexpected sudden way she had approached you. She admitted that she could understand it. Casually, by the way, I asked her if my hair would be long enough for donation."

"What!?" Charlene was perplexed. "Never known that you would have the intention to do such a thing."

"Have you seen the pictures of those poor girls on the walls of the theatre? Probably not as you were focused on the haircutting. They are not only bald but they have no eyebrows and eyelashes as well and look like aliens. When you then see the same girls with nice wigs, pencilled eyebrows and glued-on eyelashes you have the urge to help them."

"So, why didn't you donate?"

"In the first place I was too late, they already were cleaning up and secondly, the M.C. told me that if I wanted to donate they should have to cut off all to get the minimum length. I answered that I would consider it. But for now, I have an appointment with some fellow-students. I'll stay over the night with them but I'll be back in time tomorrow-morning. There is an other session at the theatre tomorrow starting at 12 o'clock after the churches are over. M.C. hopes that the ministers will encourage the worshippers to give a donation in the theatre! Ciao!"

Bewildered Charlene was left alone. She didn't more know what to think. When she went to bed she had a disturbed night. She dreamt that Kimberley mounted the stage of the theatre and was caped. A stylist switched on a pair of clippers and put them at her nape. Slowly they were moved towards her crown and Charlene looked on in awe how her bare skin was revealed. But suddenly it wasn't Kimberley but she herself who was shorn. Utterly aroused she awoke and had an immense urge to indulge herself. Violently she massaged her clit till she elicited an enormous orgasm. It didn't relieve her agitation, she couln't get to sleep again by the the things churning in her mind. She rose and said to herself: "I need a drink."

After having downed two glasses of gin she felt a little better and went to bed again. The n

About 11 o'clock Kimberley returned but she was not alone. Two of her colleagues accompanied her, Lin, a native Chinese girl and the black Kyrsha.

"I persuaded them to come with me to the theatre after I had spoken about the charity-session," Kimberly explained.

"So you have decided to go again today," Charlene concluded superfluously.

"Yep! I think we should help to give those unhappy children some encouragement."

"And all of you are going to have your hair cut off?"

Lin and Kirsha giggled. Kyrsha had straight black hair, midback, while Lin's also straight black hair was cut into a long bobstyle just above her shoulders.

"I think that's the issue, isn't it?" Kimberley answered, "Though the girls are still considering. Anyway, we should appreciate when you would come with us."

"No, I don't think I will after what I have been through yesterday."

"Come on, Charley! It is not the same audience. And M.C. understands and will be happy to see you back."

"Sure, she only wants to collect hair."

"Yes, but she won't push you. What I want is that you have a good view of the pictures at the walls and turn the matter over in your mind. Please, will you do that?"

Lin joined in: "We should appreciate your support. I think we can use that, don't you agree Kyrsha?"

"Oh sure! Please, come with us Charley."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Though it had not been 12 o'clock yet the doors of the theatre already were open and the hall was half filled. The foremost rows were all occupied, so the girls had to find a seat in the middle. Kimberley told the others that they should have a look at the pictures first while she would watch their seats. Charlene had to admit that the difference was striking after the girls had been privided with wigs, eyebrows and -lashes. Lin and Kyrsha too were impressed.

Just like yesterday M.C. explained what was going to happen and she produced another list and called three names.

Charlene's mind was restless. The pictures had brought about the conclusion that she ought to do something, that is to say under these cicumstances there was no other way than do do a donation. Nevertheless she was in doubt whether she would be so courageous to rise and mount the stage. At the same time the view of series of chiefly girls who lost lots of hair aroused her just like yesterday. When a girl with shoulderlength locks was sheared to the scalp she imagined how she would feel if she would be sitting there. Entranced she looked on and suddenly M.C. announced that she had no more names on her list and she asked for volunteers.

Among those who rose was Kimberley. Together with two other women she was invited on the stage.

"Hallo Kimberley!" M.C. greeted her. "Yesterday we have met you here. I told you that after your donation you'll be virtually bald, didn't I? Only a very short crop, about 1/8 inch will be left."

Kimberley smiled: "Yes, I know. It is for a good purpose."

"Sure it is, we are grateful."

Mesmerized Charlene looked on when the stylist put the clippers at the hairline and moved them to the crown of Kimberley, leaving a swathe of short stubble. Followed by some more on the left side, mowing away all of her tresses. The right side followed and after some adjustments the cape was removed, the short hair brushed from her face, neck and scalp. Kimberley rose and went back to her seat.

M.C. called for more volunteers. Lin and Kyrsha rose and without thinking Charlene followed their example.

"Okay, you three girls, mount the stage," M.C. called them.

Lin was the first on stage: "Hi, I'm Lin."

M.C. greeted her: "Glad to meet you. You should realize that the length of your hair makes it necessary to cut off nearly all of it just as was done to Kimberley, the girl who just left."

"Yes, I know, I don't care."

"Fine, thank you.......... And you are....?"

"Hi, I'm Kyrsha."

"Hallo Kyrsha. Well, your hair is certainly long enough to be left with a short style."

Kyrsha shook her head; "No ma'am, chop it all off, I want it just like my friend."

"That is very generous, many thanks."

Charlene didn't know if M.C. recognized her. In any case she gave no hint of it.

"My name is Charlene," she said confused. She couldn't believe that she was doing this!

"Well, Charlene, you have a shock of hair. What are we going to do?"

Entrapped and excited Charlene heard herself say: "The same as my friends."

"That's marvellous! I think at least three wigs can be made of it, maybe more. Thanks so much!

Charlene realized that she had no more choice. Frightened but to her own amazement aroused too she sat down.

While the stylists of Lin and Kyrsha moved their clippers from the hairline right through the middle to the crown, just as had been done to Kimberley, the one attended to Charlene first drew a part in the middle. She brushed the right part of her tresses and gathered it in her left hand. Holding the mop taut she took a pair of clippers in her right hand, switched them on and moved them along the part backwards to her nape. With several more sweeps, while M.C. folded Charlene's ear to make it easier to remove the hair around it, the whole shock of hair was severed from her head. It was a remarkable view, the right side of Charlene's head bare while her tresses at the left half of her head still were hanging down.The stylist went to the other side, brushed them and held the mop in her left hand but this time she started at the nape and moved the clippers to the frontal side. Soon she held the other sheared shock up to show it the loudly cheering audience. Mesmerized Charlene had been sitting motionless, hardly being aware of the magnitude of her transformation...................

Later when they were home again Kimberley said: "Do you admit that I was right when I told you that you subconsciously wanted to shave your head?"

"I suppose so. But tell me: did you donate your hair only to extend a helping hand to those sick girls?"

Kimberley smiled: "You know better. I had to pull you over the edge and I realized that I had to sacrifice my hair to do so. Therefore I brought Lin and Kyrsha with me. I had instructed them to do that too to encourage you."

"Well, it has been effective."

"Do you regret it?"

"I don't know. It's just as if I have a sense of unreality."

"But it is real, sweetheart."

Charlene wiped one hand across her shorn head: "You know, it feels like sandpaper. While my long hair has gone I could every bit as good as shave my head smooth."

"You are right. Well, we shave our legs and underarms, so it won't be difficult to shave each other's heads. Let's suit the action to the word."

They lathered and shaved each other's heads. And having done this Kimberley amazed Charlene by kissing her passionately. She had never done that.

"I have always wanted to shave your head and make love to you. Do you mind?"

She litterally swept Charlene off her feet and wrenched the clothes from her body.

Charlene now totally lost her bearings and let her do. Soon they were both naked and explored each other's bodies................

"One remark, Kim," Charlene panted, "That subconscious bother is humbug."

Kimberley laughed......................."Why, do you think, did I make you find that site with bald girls on the net?"

The end.

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