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Felicia looked into the mirror, her black hair was ruffled up and standing up at some places. Today was a day off from her secretary job in a firm. Usually she had to rush and get herself ready for work, but today, she could take her time and laze around. Looking at her messy hair, she thought, I’ll do it later.

  She went to get the newspaper and glanced through it. Some crime, some business stuff, some political stuff … I’ll just read the comics and TV guide. She lied down on the couch and chewed on the ends of her hair. Not that it tastes good, just a habit. Her hair was halfway down her back, which was long enough to conveniently put into her mouth. Mom, used to tell me off for doing it, and threated to cut it above my ears so that I can never bite it again. Oh, I have to brush my hair.

  Felicia went back to her dressing table to do her hair. Though it is sort of a hassle, Felicia enjoyed brushing her hair. She liked the felling of the brush tugging at her hair and how smooth and shiny her hair looked afterwards. Her hair now fell over her breasts, cascading right above her slim waist. She stroked it down, making it even straighter than it already was. She admired herself in the mirror.

  Felicia had long hair ever since she left school. She could make an ad for shampoo if she wanted to. She wears it down when she goes to work. Sometimes, she would walk really close to her male colleagues and let her soft hair brush past them. She loved looking at their reaction when she did that. Once while explaining a file to the boss, she leant so close to the boss that her locks tickled his nose. If was funny how he tried to control the itch and enjoy the feel at the same time.

  Felicia stared in the mirror. Having long hair is so much fun, but I haven’t had short hair in a while. She grasped her hair at shoulder length to see how she looked. Maybe I should cut it some time. I can always grow it back if I don’t like it. Now that her hair was perfect, she changed and went out.

  There was a slight breeze which lifted her hair with each step she took. Good thing the wind isn’t that strong, otherwise I’ll have to brush my hair again. She saw the barbershop which she loved to look into, the barber cutting off the hair of the client to give them a new style. It felt so refreshing. Other than trims at a hairdresser, she has not had her hair cut for a while. Back in school, her friends went to the salon together to get the same cut, a chin length bob.  She remembered the feeling of the scissors removing her hair, the sound of it, and the lightness she felt after that. She went into the barbershop and sat down at the waiting area, enjoying the sights.

  Felicia suddenly felt like having her hair cut here. She called to the barber and sat down in a chair.

“Yes, may I help you?" the barber asked.

“Can I have a short cut please?" Felicia replied after pausing for a moment.

“How short do you want it?"

“I haven’t really thought about that." Felicia responded. Sometimes she would follow her whims without really thinking about what she wants.

“Shoulder length?"

“Hmm. I want my hair like yours."

  The barber had his hair shaved at the back and sides and a short fringe.

“Alright." The barber said and went to gather his equipment.

  Felicia thought she had a strange sensation in her stomach as she awaited the barber’s return.

  A comb, scissors, clipper and hairdryer.

  He wrapped the cape around her body, inadvertently with the long hair stuck under the cape. He didn’t deal with hair this long often. Felicia instinctively lifted her long black hair out of the grasp of the cape and let it fall freely down the cape. She really loved to play with her hair at every available opportunity, even the last one.

  The barber introduced himself as Bob and combed through her hair. As Felicia looked at Bob through the mirror, she noticed that her hair was way straighter before he combed it. She ignored it and enjoyed the feeling of bob’s hands going through her hair.

“Your hair is in really good condition! Though some places at the sides looks a bit frayed. Leave it to me. I’ll make you look nice and neat." Bob exclaimed enthusiastically. That must be the part where I always bite, Felicia thought.

  Bob pulled his hands through Felicia’s hair a few times from crown to the ends at the bottom of the barber chair. Felicia knew it was just an excuse to caress her soft hair, but she liked it. He dived the top portion of her hair into half and let it stream down her front. Leaving a section at the back of her nape.

  Bob gently pushed down Felicia’s head so that the back of her neck can be dealt with easily. Felicia looked at the silken black threads converging to meet over her breasts. Inhaling the scent of shampoo, and her womanliness while she still can. She heard a buzzing sound and cold metal on her neck. She shivered.

“Don’t worry, it’s only the clippers." Bob assured her.

  Felicia felt the vibrating metal move up her nape. As it moved, she felt something was missing from her head. The buzzing stopped.

“Oh, sorry, the old clippers gave out on me. It seems that your hair was too thick. I’ll get a new one. Hold on." Bob said.

  Felicia felt a cool wind at the back of her head. It was really refreshing! Plus the feel of the clippers on her nape made her feel queer, but great. I really haven’t made the wrong choice of coming here, she thought.

  Bob was back with another clippers, just from the  buzzing sound, Felicia could tell straight away that this clippers was way better. The cold metal returned to her nape. The vibration really is stronger. With it, she could feel her long hair leaving her at the roots of her nape. Bob shaved the whole lower section of her head. The sensation was enough to make her horny. She wanted to tell Bob to continue with it even when her hair was already stubbles, but was too shy. She felt her back of her head becoming barer and barer. The cold breeze at her nape also seemed to have gotten stronger. Bob turned off the clippers and rubbed her nape. Felicia wanted to rub it too.

  Bob gently lifted up Felicia’s head, allowing her to see herself in the mirror. Though it looks the same, the hair at the back was not tresses but stubble. He gathered her long locks on the left in his hand and lifted it up above her head.  This made it looked like she really had a lot of hair. He turned on the clippers again and placed it below her ears. This time she could see all the action. She waited in anticipation.

  He pulled the hair out to the left, taut. The clippers ate their way up her cheek to her crown. The long hair slowly peeled off her head. Felicia stared with her eyes wide open. With a few passes some black locks were laying limp from Bob’s hand. He showed it to Felicia and then dropped it to the floor. The black strings gently glided down to the ground. Felicia was left with stubble at the sides but with gradually longer hair at the top (which was actually quite short ironically, it was only a few inches). Bob ruffled the short hair and moved on to Felicia’s right. Felicia felt the relief on the left side. It was now light and cool, instead of warm and cozy. Her jacket of long hair was removed from her, leaving a singlet its place.

  Bob stroked the remaining hair on her left. He lifted up her hair placed the clippers in front of her ear and let the hair down again. Felicia couldn’t see the clippers now, neither could Bob, but it just makes it more interesting. He quickly shoved up the clippers; a large clump of long hair fell off. Felicia opened her mouth in amazement. He lifted up her hair again, place the clippers at the base, let the hair fall, then raced it up her head again. The excitement gripped Felicia in more than one way. Watching the clumps of hair falling, feeling the humming clippers and the sheer speed of it. She couldn’t help but get a little wet. The sides of her head now felt equally cool. She looked at the mirror. Her long hair was gone! The sides were buzzed and the top was slightly longer.

  Bob put away his clippers and trimmed the hair on top with scissors. Felicia watched as the scissors closed in on her hair. The snipping sound coupled with the small black bits snowing around, though not as fun as the buzzing, was enjoyable in its own way. Felicia’s face was now littered with small bits of hair. Bob took the hairdryer and blew the bits off. Then he removed the cape.

  Felicia’s hair was now as short as Bob’s. She stared at the mirror and glanced down at the rubble of black strings on the floor. Some gathered in a lock of hair, some were scattered as lone threads. Felicia’s hair that flowed in the breeze and tickled her colleagues was now lying dead on the floor. Felicia ruffled her hair and smiled. She thanked Bob graciously, paid and left. Bob also smiled and quality sweep up the past on the ground.

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