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Everyonein the barbershop looked up when two about twenty years old girlsentered. What for heavens sake wanted those longhaired creatures to bedone here?

The three barberchairs were occupied by three men while two guys and a boy were waiting on the chairs along the opposite wall.

Thegirl with wavy auburn hair a few inches below her shouldersself-confidently sat herself down on a free chair and pointed at thechair next to her: "Sit down, Scarlett."

The blonde girl withsleek and straight hair to midback hesitated, obviously very nervous,and replied: "I don't know if I want this."

"Scarlett, we have an agreement, remember?" the other girl said in a stern voice.

Scarlett nodded meekly and took her place.

Thebarbers made quick progresses and soon the chair of station one becameavailable . "Next," the barber called, looking at the girls.

"Yougo first," the dominant girl told Scarlett, who reluctantly rose andstrolled to the empty chair, followed by her companion. Meekly Scarlettlet herself down.

"What are we going to do?" the barber asked. "This is not a beautysalon."

BeforeScarlett could answer the other girl said: "We are going to work thissummer in a camp for schoolgirls  as supervisors and we won't have tobother about our hair, so we want a buzzcut."

Startled Scarlett jumped to her feet, crying: "That's not what we agreed on, Megan!"

"Gee, Scarlett, we are not going to have this discussion again, are we?"

"Megan, we dicussed a shorter haircut, you know?"

Megan sighed: "Okay, I'll go first and set the example."

Megan took her place while Scarlett  went back to the waiting area.

"So a buzzcut it will be," the barber concluded, putting a cape around her shoulders, "Which number you want?"

"Sorry? I know nothing about numbers."

"The number of the attachment, miss. # 8 cuts your hair to 1 inch and each lower number shorter."

"What do you advice?"

"Oh well, let's start with # 4. But first I'll cut off the bulk."

Hebrushed Megan's hair and she realized that this would be the last time.Then he gathered the thick shock of hair into a ponytail and tied itwith a ribbon. The barber used a pair of clippers without attachment tosever it from her scalp and laid it down on her lap. Horrified Scarlettlooked on.

"Want to keep it?" the barber asked.

The question surprised Megan. "Errr......maybe."

He took the ponytail and put it on the counter: "You may decide later."

Hemounted a # 4 attachment on his clippers, switched them on and placedthem at Megan's forehead. Moving them to the crown they left a swath ofshort hair. He  returned to the hairline next to the original positionand repeated the action until the hair on the front of Megan's head wasreduced to 1/2 inch. The barber turned to right side, then the left andat last he finished the first phase of the buzzcut by mowing throughthe hair on the backside. He switched off his clippers.

Megan looked at her image with disapproval: "I look like a hedgehog."

"Not yet done," the barber said, "I'll make the edges shorter and taper the back and sides to match the longer hair on top."

He removed the attachment from the clippers and used a comb to achieve the desired result.

"Is this to your liking?" he asked Megan.

"Well.....could you make the hair on top somewhat shorter?"

"Sure."

Heapplied a # 2 attachment to the clippers and moved them criss-crossover her head reducing the length of her hair to 1/4 inch.

"Yes, that's better," Megan concluded.

Scarletthad watched in awe the first phase of Megan's transformation duringwhich 22 inches of her tresses had been severed from her scalp. Thenthe barber  of station 3 had called her. With wobbling knees she hadmade the cross-over to his chair and had climbed into it.

"Want the same cut as your friend?" he had asked.

"No!" Scarlett nearly cried, " I don't want my hair cut so short."

"Well, tell me what you want."

"I had figured a bob, chinlength for instance."

"Look,missy, I'm not a stylist and a bob should be cut very precisely. Icould cut your hair bluntly but I don't know whether I can get itexaxtly at one length. You should rather visit a beautysalon."

Scarlettwas brought into confusion. They would depart to the camp the nextmorning, so there was no more time to make an appointment.

"Couldn't you try? I don't care if it is not perfect."

"I can but you must promise that you will not blame me when the result is moderate."

"I promise, I told you that it doesn't matter."

"Well, okay."

Thebarber caped Scarlett and began to brush her long blonde straight hair.He took a comb and made a horizontal part just above her ears at thebackside.The hair above the parting was pinned up and the barber combedthe hair hanging down below it.He turned to the counter and mounted a #2 attachment on a pair of clippers. When he switched them on the suddenhumming sound startled Scarlett and she moved her head towards thebarber.

"Don't move miss, I'm going to undercut the back."

Scarlettdidn't know the meaning of this but she didn't dare to ask. The barbergrabbed the long tresses hanging from the back of her head, lifted themand let the clippers shear them to a lengths of 1/4 inch. Then heunpinned the hair on top, drew a parting fom Scarlett's hairline at hertemple to the upper side of her right ear and again pinned up the hairabove the part. again he combed the tresses below and sheare them offwith the clippers. He repeated the procedure on the left side, thenunpinned the hair on top and combed it out, producing a central part.He removed the attachment from the clippersand used them inverted toshorten Scarlett's locks bluntly at chinlength all around her head.

Whiledoing this Megan approached the chair in which Scarlett was beingattended to. Critically she looked on, then she said: "I think youshould even it up, the cut is not everywhere on the same height."

"I told your friend that I'm not a stylist, miss, but she said she didn't care," the barber answered somewhat annoyed.

"Nevertheles try, you may cut it at least an inch shorter."

"Do you agree, miss?" he asked Scarlett, who uneasy had been listening to the discussion.

"Yes but not shorter, please," she said looking at Megan.

"Okay," the barber answered, "but I'll have to shave your nape to adapt your hairline."

Scarlett's earlobes were just visible when the bob was finished.

Once outside Megan said: "I don''t like your haircut, it doesn't suit you."

Scarlettdidn't like it either but she didn't say it. Perhaps it would suit herbetter with bangs and dyed black she thought. Perhaps another time? Infact she wanted her long hair back and regretted that Megan hadpersuaded her to agree with a short cut.

Thecamp ground was situated on the verge of a medium-sized town. It wassurrounded by trees and brushwood and on the four corners large tentswere set up. A wooden cottage stood at the entrance of the enclosure.

Meganopened the door and the two girls found themselves in a rather smallroom, sparcely furnitured with a shabby writing desk, a few bookshelvesand a number of straight chairs. A man about mid-thirty who was sittingbegind the desk, rose and wecomed the girls.

"Ah, Megan and Scarlett! Good heavens, you are hardly recognizable, particularly you, Megan! A mighty make-over!"

Meganand Scarlett had met him before when they had applied for the job. Hehad introduced himself as Jim; a tall man, at least measuring six feet,with blue eyes, brown wavy hair and an open face.

"Well, we don't want to be troubled by our hair while being on camp," Megan explained.

Jim laughed: "This is not a bootcamp."

The girls also laughed, somewhat uneasy and with wry faces.

"Amandaand Sue, the other two girls who will supervise have arrived already.Actually they are bringing their belongings to their tents. You knowthat we have four tents, each with twelve camp beds. But for these twoweeks only 36 girls have been entered, so I have to spread them overthe four tents. That means that each of you has the supervision overnine girls. As you know you sleep with them in the same tent.The girlsare to arrive here in the afternoon. You must take care of them andshow them their places to sleep. Of course you must speak to theirparents. Ask them about their daughters so that you know what you haveto expect. And now I'm going to call Amanda and Sue.....oh yes, I'llgive each of you a portable telephone."

Amansa and Sue enteredth office. Sue was a rather short and plump girl, with a full and roundbut friendly face and laughing dark eyes. Her dark hair was cut into achinlength bob. Amanda on the contrary was slender and petite with agood figure and she should have had a pretty face if it hadn't had adiscontented expression. She didn't laugh and she didn't speak mucheither. She tended to keep her grey eyes half shut and to hide herfeatures behind her long and wavy dark blonde tresses.

Jimexplained: "Our girls are all between 12 and 16 years old. Scarlett,you are in charge of tent A with the older group, Megan tent B, Suetent C and Amanda tent D in which the youngest girls will be lodged."

Hepaused a moment, then resumed: "There are always a few troubleshootersbut he majority won't cause problems. On the other hand, one girl could drag along a whole group if you give her the opportunity. Come tome if you think matters get out of hand."

Sarah,a forward 15 years old girl with a mass of red curls and green eyes,was introduced to Scarlett by her mother. While the girl was busyinstalling herself, her mother told Scarlett: "My daughter is ahighhanded adolescent. Keep her under your thumb, Scarlett and don'tlet her dominate you which she might try. When she misbehaves youshouldn't hesitate to punish her."

"What does that imply?"

"Everything you think to be appropriate."

Shepaused for a moment, then added: "She is determined to let her hairgrow but as you can see it stands out in all directions as it is toofrizzy. '

Scarlett didn't know what the woman tried to make clear with this remark.

"Should I try to talk her out of that idea?"

"No, she wouldn't listen." She smiled: "One of your colleagues has a nice hairstyle."

The penny dropped with Scarlett.

"You mean a haircut as a penalty?"

Still smiling Sarah's mother said: "You got it."

Theremaining hours of the day were devoted to get mutuallly acquainted.Everone was tired and satiated with new impressions and went to bedearly.

The next morning the groups strolled through the woods inthe neighbourhood of the camp. Fortunately at many places signports hadbeen installed, so it would be unlikely for someone to lose the way.Near the camp was a swimming pool and in the afternoon most of thegirls spent their time swimming or sunbathing.

After dinner each of the groups gathered around campfires in front of their own tents.

"Let'stell something about ourselves," Scarlett proposed, "where do you live,which school do you attend, what are tour ambitions, your hobbies andso on."

Scarlett herself made a start and after everyone had taken the floor Sarah asked whether they could play a game.

"Of course," Scarlett replied, "what do have in mind?"

"Truth or dare," Sarah smirked.

"Wynot? Does everyone know the rules? When a question is put to you youshould tell the truth. If you cannot or won't to answer it the inquirerwill dare you to fulfill an assignment which you are obliged to do. Isthat clear to everyone?"

The girls all nodded.

"Well Sarah, I think you should start."

Sarahaddressed a 16 years old blonde with innocent looking big blue eyes whoup til now  had been an inconspicuous and quiet girl.

"Gail, is it true that you still are a virgin?"

The eyes of Gail widened and her face got as red as a beetroot.

"I....I ddon't answer the question," she stammered.

"Then I dare you to have your hair cut off."

"Wait a moment," Scarlett interfered, "we cannot do this without her parent's consent."

UnexpectedlyGail spoke up: "My parents have been divorced. I live with mymother...........and her current boyfriend, " she added, obviously withaversion. "She doesn'care how I look. She had him cut my hair like thisbefore I went to camp. I wouldn't care to shave it all off."

Scarlettlooked at the indeed messy pixiecut of the girl. Just as if rats hadbeen gnawing at her hair. She realized that she hadn't seen Gail'smother, only a rather young man who had soon left after havingexchanged only a few words with her. She had estimated him to be anolder brother of Gail. If he was her mother's lover he certainly was alot younger.

Before Scarlett got the chance to answer the girls began to roar: "Shave it! Shave her head! Shave all off!"

Scarlett calmed them down with some difficulty and asked Gail: "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"So you agree?"

Gail nodded: "Yes."

"But there is the problem: where should it be done?" Scarlett put forward.

Sarah had a suggestion: "Cannot we visit the municipal museum tomorrow morning? I know a barbershop nearby.

"Okay,I'll speak to Jim about it," Scarlett replied. Of course she would onlymention a visit to the museum, not the barbershop!

Gail announced: "I'm allowed to put a question now and I put it it you, Scarlett. How is your lovelife?"

Scarlettwas embarrassed, the question was painful. Her lover had left her sometime ago for another girl, a student too and studying French likeherself. Every time she went to college she was confronted with hersubstitute! Her lovelife had been reduced to zero. Scarlett didn't wantto stir up this hurting event.

"Gail, I'm not a player in this game," she tried.

Butthe girls didn't accept this statement and made it clear to Scarlettthat she couldn't consider herself as an exception. Scarlett realizedthat the girls wouldn't have any respect for her any longer if sherefused to answer and her natural authority would evaporate.

"Okay, you win," she said and though she knew the consequences she added: "But I'm afraid I cannot answer your question, Gail."

What the heck, she thought, I don't like my hair as it is now.

"Well, I'm sorry but I must dare you to shave your head."

Thiscaused a loud cheering among the girls until Scarlett raised her handand asked for silence: "It's my turn now  and my question goes toSarah. How often do you indulge yourself?

Sarah's eyes widened, she gave Scarlett an angry gaze; "I don't answer that question."

"Then I dare you to have your head shaved too," Scarlett triumphed and again the girls cheered.

Arow of four barber's chairs was standing in the shop but only one wasoccupied by a man who was getting a haircut by an about 40 years oldwoman. Bewildered she looked up when ten cackling girls invaded hershop.

"Good lords, do you all want haircuts?"

Scarlett answered: "No, only three of us, the others are onlookers who accompany us."

"Well, sit down, you will be cared for soon."

After a short time another woman showed up, much younger, sporting a platinum blond bob.

"Who goes first?" she asked and Scarlett rose.

"Hi, I'm Suzy and that's Amy," she introduced herself and her workmate.

"My name is Scarlett."

"What d'ya want, Scarlett?" she asked, chewing on chewing gum.

"Take it all off," Scarlett replied.

"All of it? Okay," the girl said carelessly.

Sheshook out a cape and covered Scarlett's body. She grabbed a pair ofclippers, took off the attachment and switched them on. Without delayshe placed them on the hairline and moved them towards the crown, rightthrough the middle. She brought them back to the hairline, somewhatmore to the right and leaving behind in one sweep another swathe ofstubble. Sheets of hair were severed from Scarlett's scalp, landing onthe cape and partially sliding to the floor. With unwearying zeal thegum chewing barberette denuded the right side of Scarlett's head, thenturning to the left and at last she pushed her head to her chestand andshaved the backside bald. She went criss-cross a few times with theclippers across Scarlett's skull to make sure she had not missed anystray hair and used a damp towel to sweep her scalp clean.

"You satisfied?" the barberette asked.

Scarlett hadn't shown any emotion during the ordeal. She raised one hand from under the cape to her head and rubbed it.

"Oh my god," she said, "I'll have to get used having no hair."

The other girl laughed: "That's for sure but you asked for it."

"Yes, thank you. Gail, you're next."

The girls applauded and cheered while Scarlett returned to the waiting area. Not Gail who reluctantly strolled towards Suzy.

"Well Gail, what's going on? Want to be a baldy too?" Suzy asked, laughing.

"Not really. Could you give me a buzzcut?"

Surprised Scarlett interrupted: "I don't think so, Gail, your head will be shaved as well."

Sarah intervened: "I dared her to cut her hair off, not shave."

Scarlettretorted: "Gail said that she won't care to shave her head. I don'twant to be taken for a ride! What is your opinion, girls?"

Seven voices shouted in a jumble: "Shave it off! Shave her bald! Make her head a cueball!"

Scarlettwas amazed about her unexpected self-confidence; "You've heard ouropinion, Sarah and Gail. My verdict is that your hair will not onlychopped off completely but your heads will be shaven smooth and cleanwith razors. Go ahead, Suzy."

Amused Suzy had listened to thethe discussion and now told Gail to sit down on her chair: "I'll takecare of her and Amy is available to do Sarah."

Again loud cheersfrom the girls but not from Gail and Sarah who reluctantly took theirplaces. They knew they had no choices. Both girls were caped.

"Oh my," Amy exclaimed, "Ya've a tangle of thick hair! Suzy, think ya've to help me."

"Don't be such a baby, Amy, ya're a lazy pig, that's what ya're."

"Just kidding," Amy laughed.

"Well sweetie," she turned to Sarah, "ready to be changed into a shining cueball?"

Sarah smirked: "How about shaving your own nut?"

"Nuts," Amy answered, looking at Scarlett.

"This is not funny, Sarah. Start the real fun, Amy."

"Take the Osters, Amy," Suzy adviced her.

"Okay, the big monster."

MeanwhileSuzy had already put her clippers at Gail's hairline and ran them rightthrough the middle to her nape. The sort hair didn't offer muchresistance, relentlessly Suzy shaved off section after section andbared a growing part of her scalp. Soon only stubble remained  but theblonde vestiges were hardly visible. Suzy removed the cape and draped atowel across Gail's shoulders. She took a glob of shaving gel andspread it out over the scalp of the girl, then sharpened a straightrazor and shaved her head smooth.

"Here ya're, smooth as a baby bottom," Suzy said joking.

Gail wasn't amused, tears trickled down her cheeks when she rose from the chair.

Onthe other chair the Oster clippers had made short work of Sarah's mop.Sarah hadn't shown her emotions during the shearing and the followingshaving with the razor.

The other girls had been looking on withhigh intensity and now they surrounded the two freshly shorn girls andpatted on their chrome domes, of course loudly commenting their newlooks. Particularly Sarah's head looked so small without her shock ofred hair.

Suzy took a broom and swept the mass of blonde and red hair into a corner.

"Someone next?" she asked.

"No one,"' Scarlett answered, "I think it is sufficient."

"Whathave you done!?" Jim shouted when shortly before lunch time Scarlettcame back in the camp with her girls. "How can I explain this to theirparents? And you....you..."

He shook his head finding no words.

Scarlettexplained to him the events of last night, the game they had played andthe assignments which the three of them had got. She mentioned also herconversation with Sarah's mother, her hints about a casual penalty andher aversion of her daughter's hair.

"She won't make trouble and Gail said that her mother didn't care about her daughter's appearance."

"I'llcal them and inform them about what has happened. After lunch you gowith your girls to your tent and stay there til I call you."

Sarah's mother laughed when Jim told her that she had lost her hair. She wanted to know the whole story.

"Completelybald? Well, that's great, she deserves it. I hope she learned a lessonthough I doubt it. Give that girl, how is her name.......oh yes,Scarlett my regards. It's a pity that she lost her hair too."

Gail's mother answered the phone-call.

"Shavedher head? As a result of a game? In fact I'm not surprised. I must tellyou something. Last year my husband and I were divorced and thatchanged Gail's attitude. Before she never caused troubles but since Ifound a new partner this spring she is rebellious and difficult tomanage. In fact I think she is jealous, Keith is much younger than herfather and she tries to attract his attention in every way she can. Ofcourse without succes but we are annoyed. To have some time toourselves during the summer holidays we signed her up for the camp. Shewas very angry and as an act of rebellion cut off her long locks. Ofcourse she made a mess of it and and I told her to visit a beautysalonto get it tidied  up which she refused. Well, I think it serves herright that she no hair a all now."

"Phew," Jim exclaimed after he had laid down the phone. He called Scarlett and told her to come to his office.

"Youhave been lucky," he told her, "They took it very easy going, almost asa good joke. So there will be no claims for damages but it might aswell have happened. "

He looked at her and said in a sternvoice:"You have disappointed me, Scarlett, by holding back information.Otherwise I would have intervened and not given you permission to takethe girls to town. I can't take this flying down. Do you understand ?"

"You want me to leave? You dismiss me?"

"No, but don't you agree that you deserve a penalty?"

"Yes, you are right, Jim. What am I to do?"

Jim's attitude changed to mildness: "You have committed yourself to stay here for six weeks, haven't you?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Okay,you look cute with this shorn head and I want you to keep it shavedduring the time you're here. I'll personally shave you at least twotimes a week. Do you agree?"

"I resign to your wish, Jim."

"Well, that being provided for you better return now to your girls. I suppose they are craving to go swimming."

Meganwas perplexed being confronted with the changed appearance of Scarlett:"I hardly recognize you! You were always rather boring, so to say. Andnow you do such crazy things!"

Scarlett laughed: "Megan, what do you think of Jim?"

"I think him to be a nice man. Why do you ask ?"

"Well, I'll try to seduce him."

Megan stood dumbfounded, then said: "You really have got nuts."

"No,"Scarlett laughed, "I'm liberated. Not only my appearance has changedbut I have become an other person. With my hair my inhibitions havegone. Yes, at last I have been drawn out of my shell."

Megan shook her head: "I can't believe it...You seem to be so...so..."

"Self-confidentyou mean? Yes! Jim wants me to keep my head shaved. And guess what?He'll do it himself at least twice a week. We'll be alone together, soyou may never know..........."

Scarletthad gained a lot of popularity among the girls but they didn't moreplay truth or dare! Even Sarah and Gail had resigned themselves totheir fate though particularly Gail detested the stubble on her headwhen her hair started to grow out and she asked Scarlett if she coulddo something to look better.

"You'll have to wait a while andthen go to beautysalon or you you should shave your head anew or buy awig when you're back home. But tell me, I've heard from Jim that owingto your mother you cut your own hair before you came to camp."

"Well,Keith, my mother's lover, didn't take any notice of me which annoyedme. Perhaps he was afraid that my mother would get jealous. Anyway, oneday I asked him his meaning about me. He answered that for him I wasone of the many longhaired girls who showed their long legs underneaththeir miniskirts. That made me furious and I asked if he didn'tappreciate long hair on girls. He laughed and stated that he didn'tcare how I looked like. And yes, I cut off my tresses myself butwouldn't admit it. Sorry that I lied to you."

"That's okay, I forgive you. And which om advices will you follow."

Gaillooked at Scarlett: "I think you to look cute with a shaved head. Assoon as I'm home again I'll visit a barbershop and ask to give me theshortest buzzcut."

Scarlett'shead was covered with shaving gel and Jim took a safety razor. Shelooked at him and asked: "Do you enjoy shaving my head, Jim?"

Jim laughed: "Playing your game again?"

"It's not my game but  yes, maybe."

"Well, I do indeed. And now I put a question to you: does it arouse you when I shave your head?"

"I don't answer that question."

"There's no need for an  answer, I already know it," Jim smiled.

When he screwed her, later, Scarlett asked: "Who is the ultimate victor of our game?"

"We did both win."

The end.

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