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That three or four weeks came and went and somehow I got really busy and never made it in for a trim. I loved my new short haircut, and I wanted to maintain it, but I just couldn't. Finally after three months I made an appointment. My hair was grown out considerably. It was pretty shaggy looking by then, but it still looked great. My bangs reached just past my eyes and the hair in the back fell to the bottom of my neck. My ears were covered when I didn't tuck my hair behind them. I made this appointment for a weekend day again and again dressed up for the occasion. I put on a drapy white tunic and a pair of shiny black leggings with my strappy heels. I also wore a pair of big dangly earrings.

I arrived early and sat down to wait my turn. There was no one ahead of me and I was ushered in and seated.

"Well," said my stylist, "what happened to every three to four weeks?"

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I just got too busy."

"What'll it be then? Same as last time?"

Without planning it I suddenly got bold again. "No," I said. "Why don't surprise me again."

I closed my eyes and felt the cape being secured around my neck. I would have been okay with my eyes opened, but that would spoil the surprise. This time I was more excited than nervous. I had already taken the big plunge as far as cutting off my long hair.

The next thing I heard was a pop and a hum that was getting louder. This was followed by a vibrating sensation on my right temple. I guessed that these were electric clippers. I'd seen them used on other people in the salon, but I'd never experienced it myself. It was quite nice actually. Like a scalp massage. I felt more relaxed as they moved up the side of my head and toward the back. This process was repeated several times on both side. Then he leaned my head forward and pushed the clippers up the back. This felt even better. I was starting to feel electricity run down my spine. The hairs on my arms were standing on end. I didn't want him to stop, but eventually he did. Next I felt a warm, moist cloth on my head and a cool, sweet smelling substance was massaged all over my head. This was followed by a gentle scraping. I wasn't sure what to think, so I didn't think. I just waited. After this was finished another liquid was massaged in all over my head. It felt very different and very sensitive. I felt really nice. Then I felt a little pulling and tugging as some styling product was applied. 

"Open your eyes," he said.

I did and stared wide eyed at my reflection. I was bald. Well, not completely. He had left me with a mohawk that started narrow at the crown and widened to 1.5 inches at the front. My hair was styled up and to the right with a little flip. It was about 3 inches in length at the front and shorter in the back. Everything else was completely smooth. I lifted my hands and touched my nude scalp with a shudder. I smiled.

"This is fabulous!" I said as I eyed it from every angle. I paid and left the salon with a bounce in my step. Who would have ever thought cutting off you hair could be so much fun?

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