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1960?s, Any place, USA

The big craze in the world of women?s fashion was for a sexy looking women to walk into man?s last existing sanctuary and demand a sexy little boy?s haircut. It is the craze with super model Twiggy on the scene. Women are submitting to short cuts around the ears, super cut napes and feathered crowns. Barbers are being kept busy and waiting areas always have one or two females sitting and reading magazines.

She walked down the street. She was wearing a very short tan colored suede skirt, hiked up very close to the top her thighs. Her brown shoes had big heels, which were the standard at most local shoe stores. She wore white nylons over her long legs and they were indeed long and very sexy. Her hair was red and curly but she had a beautiful face, which could easily carry a ?TWIGGY? cut. She walked with confidence. She was determined to join the craze and get her hair ?TWIGGIED?

She had already picked out the barbershop she was going to invade and as she approached it, her confidence level grew. She was not going to be turned away, this time. She had been trying for a long time to find a barbershop that would give her a super short haircut but she had not been successful. Now with the TWIGGY craze, barbers were accepting female customers, but with some reservations.

The one barbershop she had picked out had a strict policy when it came to long hair. It just did not exist in their shop. They did ?Men?s haircuts ONLY. Nothing fancy; no styling and NO Women?s Haircuts?. At least that is what the sign in the window said. And here she was going to challenge them by entering this particular barbershop, taking a seat in the waiting area and then, demanding a TWIGGY cut. She drew in a big sigh and she stepped up to the door. The head barber saw her as she stepped inside and the smell of the shop surrounded her. He looked at her. He was not in the mood to have a woman in his shop.

?May I help you, Miss?? he said as he stopped what he was doing to the customer in his chair.

She was looking around, looking at the pictures on the wall. She had a smile on her face. Yes, this place would serve her purpose. She took off her brown jacket and hung it on a peg. ?I am sorry, Miss. Maria?s Salon is just down the street. We only give short men?s cuts, here and no women?s cuts. Nothing fancy in here,? he said.

She walked to the waiting area and sat down. A number of customers looked at her with looks of disbelief in their eyes. What was she doing in here? What is happening to man?s last sanctuary? Is there nothing left that had not been invaded by women? She walked with a wiggle, which caught the attention of the barbers and the customers who were waiting to be cut. She approached a chair and sat down. She crossed her legs, pulled at her skirt and opened a magazine. She was there to stay until she was called and cut.

Customers were lined up against the wall. It was a busy time of the month. The head barber stopped what he was doing. ?Miss, I don?t mean to be rude but you did not seem to understand what I said. We make it a policy NOT to cut women?s hair here. We are a barbershop. That means short haircuts, men?s cuts. Clipped around the ears, shaved at the neck, no styles and not feathered cuts. No ?beatle? cuts either. Short hair like we barbers are sporting,? he said. She looked up from the magazine and turned the next page as she continued reading the magazine.

One of the other barbers looked at the owner. ?Leave her be. I will take care of her. She is probably here for one of those styles that super model, you know, the one who is so skinny, you would miss her in a crowd of people, is wearing. What do they call it? The TWIG?? he said.

?The TWIGGY, you mean, don?t you?? another barber said. ?Yeah, I saw it featured on television the other night. But the model isn?t exactly very pretty. She does look like a twig. I agree there.?

?Yeah, the TWIGGY cut. It can?t be that hard to do. Leave her to me. I will do her hair,? the second barber said. The owner was finished with his customer. There were still ten more men waiting to be cut. But these three barbers were quite professional and the longest time it took to do a customer was maximum ten minutes. So in no time, the waiting room was down to three customers, including the young lady. She was still reading her magazine when the owner finished another customer. The second barber was clipper cutting his customer, a young teenager. She was going to be next. He finished with the clippers and he applied some cream around the young man?s ears and he shaved the sideburns and his neck. The young teenager looked very professional as the barber spun the chair around so that his mother could give her approval. The barber took the cape off and tossed it into the corner. The teenager got off the barber?s chair and the barber accepted his fee and a tip. He walked to the back, returned with a broom and swept up a pile of hair from around his chair.

He returned to the chair, carrying a large white cloth cape, which he was going to use to drape the young lady. He spun the chair around. ?Okay, Miss. You are next,? he said. She dropped her magazine down and she got up. She walked with confidence to the chair. She sat down. She crossed her legs. She straightened up with her back right against the back of the red chair. The barber took his white cape and he flicked it open. He draped it around her neck and pulled it up around her neck. He turned the chair around and stood at her side. He did not pin it shut. Just left it opened at the neck. But it was so big, it would catch everything that fell. ?What will it be, Miss?? he asked.

?One Twiggy but I want the sides a little more defined, like sideburns,? she said.

?You want me to cut off all this hair, all these beautiful curls and give you a short haircut?? he said.

?That is what you do, don?t you?? she said. ?Oh and no clippers. Scissors only,? she said. She stretched out her long legs and her shoes went under the counter in front of her. The barber stood back. He took out a plastic bottle and sprayed her head with water. He then combed back her long hair, caught her hair in a twisting manner, pulled it back with a comb and then he picked up his scissors. He cut through the mass of red hair, which was twisted around his fist. He pulled gently as he separated her hair from her neck. You could hear the scissors crunching through her hair. He finally made it through the mass. He stepped to the side and dropped her long red hair into a garbage can beside his station.

Her hair was short now but still with some bulk at the neck. He started cutting away at her nape area, combing up red hair and cutting it very close to the neck. If she wanted a short cut, she was going to get it and he was determined to give it to her. Her hair was falling in clumps to the floor. None of it was gathering on the cape. He was dropping it so that she could not see how much he was actually cutting off.

Surprisingly for the barber, the crunching of the scissors did not seem to bother the young lady. Other clients in the shop actually looked up and watched with amazement as the barber continued to work his art. Even the head barber stopped what he was doing so that he could watch.

After a few minutes, all her curls were on the floor. Her hair was now combed back and very short from the hairline back. The barber now started sculpting the cut, combing hair out to the sides and cutting the hair to shape. Now some hair started to fall to the cape but no real length. The length continued to fall to the floor. But in time, the barber was ready to do her sideburns and angle them as she wanted them. He then walked to the back and pushed her head down a bit as he trimmed and defined the neckline. He cut the length a bit and brought the cut to a nice tailored look. Nice and short. He looked at the picture she had shown him and he admired his work. A few more small snips and he was finally ready to reveal the cut to her.

He wiped her neck clean and dusted her face. He took off the cape and flicked it to the floor. He held up and mirror and walked to the back so that she could see the end product. She nodded her head. He stood to the right side. She looked at the angle of the sideburn. Just what she wanted. The left side? The exact same.

?That is perfect,? she said. The barber turned the chair around and she stepped off the iron foot rest. She reached into her pocket and took out her wallet. ?What do I owe you? And please, don?t tell me it is on the house.?

?Well since I don?t know what they are charging in the major salons for the cut and since we charge $7.00 for a short haircut, shall we say $7.00?? the barber said. She smiled and gave him a ten-dollar bill. She walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek and she slung her purse over her shoulder. She walked to the door with an air of confidence and a huge smile on her face and a cute little wiggle in her lower torso.

Yes, she had been TWIGGED and she found the perfect place to go and who knew, maybe she would come back for another shot at it or even send some of her friends to throw the men off again. It had been a real rush for her and she found she had totally been with it, even when the barber took off the mass of red curls. That is what made her the most excited. And no, she did not feel the least bit intimidated by the men in the shop.

Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2005 Registered to JCWP DESIGN SERVICES ? 2000 Not to be reproduced or downloaded for personal use without the expressed written permission of the author. Any misuse will be dealt with under Canadian/International copyright laws.

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