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Kirsten was not an excellent scholar but she could keep up at high school. Her appearance was mediocre, not ugly, even not unattractive but rather plain. All in all a very normal girl who in one aspect differed from most other girls: a really luscious, wavy auburn mane, which was envied by many of her classmates.

Being in her senior year she had one big wish: to go to college. After graduation she had approached a number of universities but all had turned her down owing to insufficient ratings. Only one institute, a junior college, expressed a willingness to accept her. They sent Kirsten a pamphlet containing information about the school. She couldn't graduate but after two years  she could obtain a certificate if her study results permitted this and eventuallly try to get addmitted to a university.

Kirsten took the pamphlet with her to her room and started to read. It was said that the school was situated in a rather small town and wasn't big itself too and constituted a strong community, not only inside the school but also towards the inhabitants of the town. After more information about the school and study-possibilities and so on followed an alinia about student life. Kirsten was startled when she came across the following passage: "At our school we have a tradition which says that the first-year students, boys as well as girls, have their heads shaved on the last day of their induction periode. Though this is not obligatory but if you don't you will never be accepted as a full member of our community with all the consequences involved."

Kirsten hurried down to the livingroom where her mother was reading in a book.She looked up: "What is the matter, honey?"

"Mom, you should read this! I can't do that!"

"Relax, Kirsten. Let me see."

Kirsten pointed out the regarding passage and Helen, her mother, carefully read it.

"Mom, I'm not going to do that!"

"Sweetheart, don't jump to conclusions. Let's talk about it. In the first place it is not an obligation, you don't know many students will submit themselves to this tradition."

"Most of them, they say."

 "Okay, but not all."

"Nevertheless they are exceptions and will never be accepted as members of the community."

"You know, let's wait until dad comes home and ask him what he thinks of it."

Gilbert, Kirsten's father, was not very impressed: "Such a lot of fuzz about hair! It grows back, you know."

"Don't you understand that I love my hair? I won't cut it off......and do you know it would take years to grow as long as it is now!"

"Well, there is no need for your hair to be so long as it is now. Within  a year you will have a nice short hairstyle. Listen girl, as far as I can see this shaving ritual symbolizes the change-over from your high school life to the start of a new stage, which is very sensible."

"I can't believe it! So you support this weird custom?"

"I din't say that. I understand their reasons and that is something different. But you should understand that this school is your last chance. If you don't grab it you have no more possibillities."

"I could try to approach more universities."

"They will turn you down too. Besides I fear it is too late, this institute is the only positive reaction since weeks and I think you have to decide in short time."

"I have to think about it. I'm too confused now."

"Yes but don't wait too long if you want to achieve your goal."

Deep in her heart Kirsten knew that her father was right: if she didn't seize this opportunity she might whistle for it. Though she hadn't much hope it might be posssible that a considerable number of girls woud refuse to sacrifice their locks. So she decided to enlist.........

 KIRSTEN, CAITLIN AND TARA.

On the campus  Kirsten shared an apartment with two other girls: Caitlin, a redheaded girl with Irish ancestors  and Tara whose parents were living in India. A mixture of characters: the rather naieve countrygirl Kirsten, the bold and forward Caitlin and the composed Hindu girl Tara.

A second years student, Lauren, had been assigned for tutoring them. She told and showed them anything about the school, the teachers, the faculties, the lectures and so on and of course the induction ritual they had to undergo to become a full member of the community. It was evident that Lauren had submitted to it as her hair had grown out to a tapered buzzcut, no longer than 1/2 inch.

"I can easily understand that it is a difficult decision for you," she told the two longhaired girls: Kirsten with her waistlength luscious mane and Tara with buttlength straight black tresses which generally were braided into a long plait.

Caitlin had no trouble at all shaving her head: she hated the short orange-red curls.

"It's not a capricious custom," Lauren explained, "You must know that our school has a good name in our town which is not big, about 120.000 inhabitants. The school is the pride...well, one of the prides of the town. The schoolmanagement  wants the students to be disciplined and doesn't tolerate excessive behaviour but gives them enough facilities. The inhabitants of the town know that and treat the students with sympathy. By their shaven heads new students are easily recognized. When you need a parttime job for instance you will get assistance to find one. I have understood, Kirsten, you  want to do that?"

Kirsten nodded in the affirmative.

"Well, when you go for a job-interview with long hair everyone knows that you refuse to become a member of our community as that is the consequence of not submitting to the ritual. And that is not appreciated, so it will become very difficult for you. The small community in the school is part of the big urban community. Belief me or not, but you really would constitute  an exception as nearly all of our freshmen  submit themselves to the ritual.

An other point: you know that our school doesn't supply the possibility of obtaining an acadamic degree. You only get a certificate if you have succesfully completed the two years during courses. Than you can try to be admitted to a university  for further studies when you have good ratings. Our schoolmanagement  will support you and take care that you will be accepted. But only when you are a member of our community.

As I said before  the headshaving is no capricious habit. It marks the end of your high school period and the start of a new one. Besides, the hair is not wasted but will be collected and sent to charitible institutions which produce wigs for poor victims of cancer or alopecia. We have also sponsors who donate, the more hair is collected the more money the give for the fight against cancer. I hope that these facts will exert a positive effect on your decision.

Well, I think you have a lot to discuss, so I'll leave you for now and will be back tomorrow hoping you will have come to  a decision."

The words of Lauren had not missed their impact. Kirsten and Tara understood that it would hardly be possible not to take them to heart.

"What is the big deal?" Caitlin asked. "Our hair will grow back, though.......I intend to keep a shaven heas for some time."

"For you it is easy but not for us," Kirsten opposed, "I really don't know what to do."

Laconically Tara said: "I don't think we have much choice."

Embarrassed Kirsten turned to her: "You are giving in?"

"Look, it is rather contrasocial and selfish to refuse. We have to make a sacrifice to help all those poor people suffering from this awkward disease."

"Hear! Hear!" Caitlin shouted."Those are the right words."

Tara continued; "In my country it is not unusual to give your hair in the temple as an offering to the gods. When I was a senior in high school one of my classmates, a girl with very beautiful long hair came back after the holidays  with only short stubble on her head. Upset I asked her what had happened to her hair and she told me that one day her mother had vowed that the whole family  would go to the temple the next day and everyone would have their heads shaven to make the gods favourably diposed towards them. She had cried and begged her mother that she would be excluded but to no avail."

Kirsten sighed: "I suppose I can't stay behind. But I have a few questions for Lauren." 

The next day Kirsten asked Lauren:: "When we accept I understand that the shaving will take place next Saturday? The last day of our induction period?"

"Yes, indeed."

"How is the procedure?"

"It will be done in the auditorium in the presence of the board of governers, teachers, students and of course the sponsors and representatives of the town council as the town is involved in the ritual. The shearing will be done on a platform where the shavees will be gathered, the boys first and then the girls in turn."

"How long are we supposed to remain bald?"

"That is up to you. If you want you may grow out your hair immediately. Some do that but mostly it is the usance to keep your head shaved for some time. Quite a lot do this during the first semester, some even longer but when you return after the summer holidays you are expected to have some hair. Any further questions?"

The girls shook their heads.

"Well, what are your decisions. Caitlin?"

"No need to ask me, you know that I'll participate."

"And you, Tara?"

"I've said that it would be antisocial and selfish not to make a  sacrifice for the benafit of cancer victims, so I'll do it."

"That is noble. Kirsten, you have the greatest trouble to come to a decision."

"Yes but I realize that I have not much choice. I will try to be accepted by a university after the two years in this school."

"That sounds sensible, you are very brave."

"No, I'm terrified, not brave."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll support you as much as I can."

"I don't know how you could help me."

"Listen Kirsten, a year ago I arrived here with long hair, not as long as yours but nevertheless it was a big sacrifice for me too. L can understand your feelings and I promise to be with you all the time next Saturday if you want that."

"I appreciate that." 

During the night from Friday to Saturday Kirsten slept very fitfully and awoke ealy in the morning, worn out. When she was washing and conditioning her hair as she was requested to do, Lauren arrived. She helped Kirsten blowdrying and brushing her shining tresses.

Kirsten was very nervous arriving at the auditorium. Surrounded by the other freshmen  she was sitting fidgeting on a chair. On the platform six straight chairs were positioned in front of the audience and on small tables next to each chair barbers' implements were displayed: combs,brushes,scissors and clippers which were connected to sockets with the help of extension cords.

The new students and their tutors were seated on the backside of the platform and the MC time after time called a tutor to approach with his/her freshmen.

Still rather unexpectedly Lauren was summoned and with wobbly knees Kirsten followed her,climbing up the platform. With wide open anxious looking eyes and with her heart racing she took place between Tara on her left side  and on her right a black girl with short curly hair. Lauren bent over to Kirsten to speak reassuring words but with little effect.

Six barbers/barberettes stood ready to switch on the clippers but first they combed and brushed the hair of their victims. Kirstens' was a girl, a student herself,who drew a center part to divide Kirstens' locks into left and right parts from front to nape. In her   left hand she took the big shock of hair on the right side of Kirstens head while  the clippers in her right hand moved along the center part from front to nape.

"These are turbo clippers, " she had told the anxious girl, "they will do the job in a short time. Are you ready?"

Kirsten nodded, her mouth was dry and she couldn't speak.

Indeed, in a few sweeps from front to nape, the right side of Kirstens' skull had been denuded. The barberette moved to the left side of Kirsten, grabbed with her right hand all of the hair on that side and severed it on the same way from Kirstens' head. Then she moved the clippers criss-cross over her scalp to eliminate any stray hair that had escaped, chiefly behind the ears.

Though Kirsten was very sad and ditressed by losing her precious and beloved wavy tresses she was amazed to experience that the humming and vibrating clippers had evoked another sensation: arousal of erotic feelings! Confused and still in an emotional shock she couldn't cope with those contradictory feelings. Dumbfounded she remained sitting when the cape had been removed and Lauren had to  pull her to her feet. She guided the confused girl to the seats in the back, took a handmirror from her purse and handed it to Kirsten. Incredulously the girl looked at the bald person in the mirror, hardly recognizing her own image. Suddenly she realized that she saw her own features, more pregnant than before, being no longer surrounded by her locks.

"Oh, my god," she spoke in a soft voice, "my god."

It seemed that just now sinked in the foregoing event and tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down across her cheeks. She rubbed one hand across her scalp and shivered for excitement.

"I don't understand," she told Lauren, "I'm feeling sad and depressed but in a way also excited."

"That has been my experience too," Lauren answered, "contradictory emotions. What do you think of your new appearance?"

"I can't tell yet, I'm still shocked and confused."

"You look good, your features are more striking and your skull is perfectly shaped  without irregularities and your ears are lying flat to your head."

Kirsten looked at Tara. She didn't seem to be impressed being bald but she didn't look so well without her long tresses. Her dark eyes had lost their mysterious expression and in general she seemed to look like a rather plain girl.

Soon afterwards the ceremony was rounded off by a speach of the rector who gave the new students a hearty wellcome, wished them a fruitful time at the school and good results.

 Back home Lauren soon said goodbye.

Caitlin rubbed her shorn head and remarked: "It feels like sandpaper and there still is a red shadow. I want my scalp to be smooth and soft."

She noticed that Kirsten seemed to be interested and she continued : "When you shave my head with a razor I'll do yours."

Kirsten remembered the feelings which the clippers had caused while moving across her skull. How would it be when a razor scraped  off the stubble?

"Okay," she said, "What the heck, I'm bald anyway."

And indeed,  she was even more aroused by the razor gliding over her naked pate than the effect the clippers had caused. She had to go to the bathroom to satisfy herself after she had been shaven smooth.

EPILOGUE

Tara had her hair grow immediately after the shaving. She said that she had to have an amount of hair when she would be back in India in case her family should decide to make an offering to the gods.

Caitlin of course wanted to keep her head shaved as long as possible which meant the whole first year.

Kirsten soon noticed how much time she could spare having no hair, how easy it was not to have spending any time on washing, conditioning, drying and styling all those long tresses. Besides she loved the feeling of the razor gliding and scraping across her skull and after a month trying to have her hair grow out she was disappointed by the slow progress, hardly half an inch. Besides it looked horrible. Kirsten had shaved Caitlins' head twice a week and from that moment they shaved each others pates.

One of her classmates, Roy, a boy who also studied Greek and Latin, just like Kirsten, loved her shaven head and he was vey happy that she showed up one day with a bald head again. They liked each other and soon they got more than close friends.  Roy had kept his own head shaved, doing it himself but Caitlin proposed that the three of them should shave each other in turn, two of them shaving the third one.

After the summer holidays they had to have some hair. Roy thought that he would meet the requirements with a flattop and shaved back and sides. Caitlin followed him but Kirsten thought this to  be too severe for a girl. She let some hair grow at the front of her head to create bangs and kept the greater part of her head denuded.

Kirsten studied diligently and got sufficient ratings to gain admission to a university. It turned out to be Oregon and she had to move from the NW to the NE of the USA which was the end of the "headshaving trio."

The end.

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