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"Hey mom, you know what? You know Aisha, don't you?" Ashley blurted out when she came home from her first schoolday after the Christmas holidays.

"No, I don't but you have told about her. She is the black girl that entered your class a few months ago, isn't she?"

"Yeah, after summer. And guess what? She showed up with a shining black dome, looks like ebony. Bald as a coot."

"'What is the reason?"

"She says that she has lost a bet. But I don't know......Holly thinks that her father caught her with a boy."

"Hmm...Holly reads a lot, doesn't she? But not the right stuff, I suppose."

"What do you think, mom?"

"How should I know? I have no knowledge about the girl."

"She came from New Orleans after the summer holidays and............."

"New Orleans? That city is known for voodoo among the black inhabitants. They introduced it coming from the West Indies."

"What is voodoo, mom?"

"I don't know exactly. It has to do with primitive religion, magic and witchcraft. But one is secretive about it

"Aisha and her parents have been there during the Christmas holidays visiting her grandparents. Do you think that there is a connection?"

"It could be possible. I've heard abour initiation rites with ecstatic dancing and sprinkling of blood of sacrificial animals on those concerned."

"On their shaven heads?"

"I don't know, Ashley. Maybe possible."

Ashley stared at the back of Aisha's head. In the classroom she was sitting behind the black girl.

'She has a perfect oblong shaped head', Ashley thought, 'and her ears stand out so cute, though laying flat to her head, which looked so much smaller without the frizzy curls or sometimes dreadlocks that adorned it before. How would it feel if your hair was shaved off?'

Absorbed Ashley wound a strand of her long wavy mane around her finger. She didn't want to think of it but nevertheless did: 'How would I look without hair? No, I would never do that! That's just a silly thought!'

Voodoo! She wanted to know more about it. She would ask Holly if she might use her father's computer, which was connected to internet, to investigate the subject. Ashley fantasized about a room, dimly lighted with candles, in which a number of persons, dressed in black cloaks, were gathered in a circle. Aisha's grand mother entered with her granddaughter and put her down om a stool. A priestess approached, cut off the girls' hair and shaved her head. She litted a cock above Aisha's head and chopped off its head. Blood splashed........

"Ashley, did you hear what I've said?"

Starled Ashley looked up: "Yes sir, you told about Alexander the Great."

"And what did I tell about him?"

Errr....he was born in 323 B.C."

"He died in that year. Ashley, I think that you have been dreaming. Aisha, will you tell her what I've just said?"

"Yes sir, Alexander, king of Macedonia, was a great conqueror. His father, Philippus............"

 

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Monday again, one week later.

Ashley noticed that the head of Aisha must have been shaven recently as the emerging stubble had disappeared. She asked Aisha if that was right.

"Yes, my father did," she answered. "If I would lose the bet my head should be kept shaven during half a year."

"During the whole winter?' Ahley asked amazed. "It's cold here in winter, you know."

"I don't know, in New Orleans it never ain't very cold. Well, I'll have to cover my head outside."

"Don't you think this is odd?" Ashley asked Holly, "Shaving your daughters' head for losing a bet."

"He wants to punish her and perhaps he likes it."

"Likes her head shaven?"

"Yes. Want to see something? I'll show you the haircut site on internet."

"Amazing," concluded Ashley. "What inspires those girls to permit such things done to their hair?"

"Many reasons I suppose: money, fame, charity or they might really like it."

Ashley couldn't believe that but she considered it to be intriguing.

"Would you ever do it?" she asked Holly.

Holly laughed: "My mother would kill me and my father would get a heart attack, I suppose."

"But suppose they would agree?"

"Maybe I would consider it."

Ashley was amazed: "Really? No, not me, noway ever."

She fondled her wavy auburn tresses.

"You know," Holly said dreamily, "I'm curious how it would feel if your head is shaved."

Unbelievingly Ashley looked at her friend.

Holly laughed: "Well, it is not an issue, is it?"

 

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Saturday.

Ashley's mother, Claire, told her and her two years older sister Skye that she had made an appointment for the three of them at a beautysalon. The girls were amazed.

"For us? You always give us a trim a few times a year yourself! I don't want a haircut," Ashley said.

"Listen, you will be fifteen within a couple of months. Yes, I did your hair but you always say that I'm cutting off too much. I'm fed up with that. Besides, the salon has just been renovated and they have a special offer: three hairdo's for the price of two. So I'll take both of you with me."

Skye was delighted: "Oh mom, this is the first time that you let me go to a salon, thank you! May I choose myself how I want my hair to be done?"

"Well, if it's not too excessive I might consider that."

Skye embraced her mother: "Oh, thank you!"

"When Skye may choose her hairstyle I too might decide how I want it, may not I?" Ashley asked her mother.

"I'll consider that too, sweetheart."

In spite of this it didn't attract Ashley to visit a salon. Rather she preferred her hair being trimmed by her mother, despite her criticism.

Unfortunately her mother gave her no choice!

The salon wasn't renovated only but taken over by a young couple of hairdressers who had changed the traditional style into a trendy and modern one, specially equipped for youngsters.

Not the kind of salon fit for her mother, Ashley noticed. She looked in awe at the three stylists, two girls and a guy, who were in complete harmony with the environment. The girls with ultrashort skirts and tanktops, their pierced navels visible. One had a tattoo on her left upperarm and both had hoops and studs in their ears, one a piercing in her nostril and the other under her lower lip. And their hair! Ultrashort, one with pink painted wisps, the other a platinum blonde crewcut with shaved back and sides.

Ashley looked at her mother who seemed to be untouched by the sight of their provocative looks. Why did she bring us here? Ashley wondered. For sure mom would never allow her daughters to look like............showgirls!

"You go first, Skye," Claire said when it became their turn.

"Hi, I'm Sue," the pink girl introduced herself. "What is your name?"

''It is Skye."

"'Okay Skye, sit down and tell me what you want me to do."

Skye let herself down on the chair and looked at her mother: "I want some short style."

Claire came over to her: "That's okay but not too extreme. By the way, I'm Claire," she told Sue.

"Hallo Claire. What could meet your approval? I suppose not the style we are sporting?" she tittered.

Claire didn't laugh:"The style would do, not the colour."

Ashley and Skye gasped.

"Do you mean that?" Skye asked. "That short?"

She was completely flustered. "But...but..you said...not too extreme...and..."

"'Listen Skye, you want a short style, this is short or that one," she pointed at the platinum girl.

"I thought.....not that short...maybe a bowlcut."

Claire didn't seem to listen. She turned to Sue: "What do you think? Should a crewcut suit her?"

Sue combed Skye's medium blonde straight hair that fell a few inches past her shoulders: "It certainly would with shaved back and sides. Still better would be to bleach her hair somewhat, not as extreme as Sarah. Or maybe a few highlights."

"You have heard Sue's opinion. I think it's the right thing for you to be done but without bleaching."

Aghast Skye looked up at her mother, her mouth opened but she didn't succeed to find words.

"Okay, let's start," Sue decided. She had already caped Skye and now was gathering her hair into a ponytail, then tied it with a blue ribbon.

"Let's first get rid of this,"she said and began cutting off one foot of hair.

Skye couldn't believe that it really was happening. She was sitting there petrified and showed a first reaction only when Sue put down the severed ponytail into her lap.

"Oh, my god!" Shocked she bent her head to look and the shortened hair fell forward across her cheeks. Sue wasted no time, grabbed a handful of locks on the right side of of Skye's head and proceeded cutting. Skye's ear was set free, then she went to the left side and repeated the shearing. She pinned up the longer hair on top of Skye's head and cut the backside very short. The pinned up hair was released and cut to a length of about 1 1/2 inch. Sue put down her scissors and switched on a pair of clippers. White skin became visible and only short stubble remained at the back and sides of Skye's head. Sue tapered the change from stubble towards the short hair on top and removed the cape, sending a mass of tresses to the floor. She put a towel across Skye's shoulders, lathered the back and sides and shaved the stubble to nothing but smooth skin. At last Sue cleaned the shaven area, brushed off Skye's face, rubbed some gel in the remnants of her hair and combed it up.

"Well, what do you say?"

"Cool!" exclaimed Skye while looking at her image. "I'm a completely different person."

"Do you like your new appearance?"

"Yeah, it's terrific! Thank you!"

Claire looked up and turned her head when she heard Skye's enthusiastic exclamation. Gerald, the male stylist and together with Sue the owner of the salon, had already taken her to his station. He had asked her how he could help her. Claire had a rather conservative shoulderlength bob with bangs.

"Look, I have this hairdo a number of years, it is boring me and I want to try something else. But I'm nearly forty and it should match with my age."

"You are looking younger, your skin is smooth and another hairstyle would make you still better looking."

"What do you suggest?"

"I would like to change this rather long plain bob into a shorter inverted one or even a bowlcut."

"Odd that you mention this, a bowlcut, my daughter thought it to be suitable for her too."

Gerald looked at Skye who just rose: "No, she is too young, this crewcut suits her very good. But let me start cutting your hair into the required style."

Chunks of hair fell down on her shoulders, into her lap and on the floor.

Ashley couldn't believe her eyes. Was this really happening? What could have possessed first her sister and then her mother to act so strangely, to agree with those severe haircuts? It certainly wasn't their habit to submit to such adventurous experiments! What was the matter with this place?

She was disturbed in her meditations by Sarah, the platinum blonde, asking Ashley to come with her to her station.

"Well Ashley, what are we going to do?"

"I don't want a haircut, only half an inch off the far ends as my mother is used to do."

Sarah combed out the thick auburn tresses: "Did you ever visit a beautysalon, Ashley?"

"No, my mom trims my hair a few times a year."

"I see. You know Ashley, your hair is beautiful but it lacks maintenance. It is too heavy, very thick and too abundant. It should be thinned out."

"What does that mean?"

"It may be done with notched scissors or I can cut your hair in layers or give you an undercut."

"Undercut? What is that?"

"I draw a horizontal part an inch or so above your ears and across the occipital bone. The hair above the part is pinned up and the hair hanging down below it is shaved off with clippers."

"What!? Shaved off!? Never!!" Ashley screamed.

Claire heard her scream and turned her head towards the chair of the third station: "What is the matter, darling?"

"I'm sorry, madam,"Sarah answered before Ashley got the opportunity to do so, "I just explained your daughter that I have to do something with her hair."

"Of course you have. Ashley, I brought you here for a haircut. So don't be a nuisance. Go ahead Sarah and do what you think is necessary."

"No mom! She wants to shave my head!"

"I didn't say that, Ashley, I said part of it."

"What does that mean, Sarah?" Claire asked.

"I told Ashley that she has a too exuberant hairgrow. I did only a suggestion."

"And you want to shave off a part of it? Which part?"

"I might undercut the hair at the sides and back with clippers. The top section will cover it and the length will remain the same. No one will see it but her hair will fit better."

"Did you hear that, Ashley? The shaven parts won't be visible as long as you don't lift your hair. I think it is a good plan."

Ashley hesitated. She was not convinced but......

"Trust me, Ashley," Sarah said. "I won't hurt you. Is that okay?"

"Yes." Ashley's heart was pounding. She didn't want to give in but she felt powerless........Meekly she allowed Sarah to make a horizontal part about an inch above her ears and across her occipital bone. Sue pinned up the upper section of Ashley's hair and combed down the long hair below the part. She gathered the two feet of the hanging tresses in her left hand and started to cut them short. Horrified Ashley suffered the shearing which demanded some time owing to the thick bundle of them. After the job had been settled Sarah put down the scissors and flicked on the switch of a pair of clippers. The sound of them made Ashley jump.

"Please sit still, Ashley, lest I should hurt you."

"I'm sorry, Sarah," Ashley said humbly.

She felt the clippers being placed at her nape and being moved upwards to her occipital bone and it caused shivers running up and down her spine.

"Are you okay, Ashley?"

No reaction. Sarah switched off the clippers: "Ashley?"

"Errr.....yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay."

Soon all the hair underneath the part had been removed and only very short stubble resulted, white skin clearly being visible.

"Want to feel it, Ashley?"

Ashley raised her right hand: "Woa! But...." She looked worried.

"What is the matter? It is very short indeed, but I told you."

"I know but it stings, just like sandpaper. I should like it to be smooth," Ashley said self-confidently, looking inquiringly at Sarah.

"Then I have to use a razor."

"Great."

Sarah applied shaving gel and spread it out over the stubble. The feeling of the razor, scraping across her skin and shaving off every vestige of hair on the back and sides of her head aroused Ashley still more than the clippers had done.

'Oh my god,' she thought, 'I'm close to an orgasm. Would Aisha have those feelings too when her head was shaved?'

She could hardly keep quiet.

"Ashley, please don't move, otherwise I might nick you."

"I'm sorry, Sarah, I'll try."

"You do love the shaving, don't you?"

Ashley blushed, embarrassed, she didn't know how to answer. She shrugged.

"Don't be ashamed. Before I came to work here I had long locks. Already the first day I got this crewcut and I loved the shaving of the back and sides of my head."

Sarah had been right. Even after she had layered Ashley's hair somewhat the length had not changed.

Meanwhile Gerald had finished Claire's new hairdo. The inverted bob reached in the front left and right to her chin, parted in the centre, and gradually got shorter to her occipital bone. The backside and nape weren't shaved but clippered very short. The longer hair above was shaped into a fine arch from ear to ear with the highest point at the occiput.

"What do you think?" he asked. "You are looking ten years younger."

"Terrific, mom," Skye and Ashley squeaked simultaneously.

"She is not your mom, she is your elder sister," Gerald said smiling.

"Mmmm, yes, I must admit.....you were right, Gerald. I think we'll be back soon, shalln't we, girls?"

"Oh yeah, mom, to be sure."

Monday.

Ashley noticed the freshly shaven head of Aisha. During the break she addressed her: "Why does your father shave your head every week?"

"I told you, it is the consquence of losing my bet....."

"I don't believe you. The consequence of losing a bet may be the shaving of the loser's head but I've never heard of repeated shavings during such a long period. I think it has to do with voodoo."

Startled Aisha looked at Ashley: "I know nothing of voodoo."

"You come from New Orleans and you do pretend not to know what voodoo is?"

Aisha shrugged: "Of course I've heard of it but I have nothing to do with it."

"Maybe but how about your family?"

"My granny is well-informed," Aisha admitted reluctantly.

"Ah, you see and....."

"Listen Ashley, I'll tell you what happened when we were in New Orleans last Christmas. Boys were imposing their company on me and chatting me up. I was flattered but my father became utterly annoyed and he asked granny if she could pronounce a curse regarding them. She said she could but she needed hair from me. My father didn't ask how much but shaved all off."

"And what then?"

"The boys stayed away from me."

"But you are back now."

"What do you think, Ashley?Here are boys too. My father noticed the effect and he wants it to stay."

"Does that mean......"

"You are not stupid, are you? Of course! But I don't care anymore. The first time I cried but now I kind of like it. Not being bald but the shaving. But please, don't tell anybody, they might think me to be weird."

"So, that's your secret. Well, I've one too."

Ashley lifted her hair...Aisha grinned: "We're sisters. Nevertheless you will enjoy that more if next times you go higher and higher... to nothing once."

They both laughed.

"No," Ashley stated, "I'll never do that."

Suddenly Aisha became serious: "Never say never for you are challenging fate. Voodoo may cause someone to do strange things. That's the reason that I was reluctant to mention it."

Ashley didn't answer but she thought: 'Indeed, Aisha is right, you have no idea what you will do...once. Haven't we experienced that last Saturday, Mom, Skye and myself? Voodoo?'

 

The end.

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