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The day started out like any other but by the end, my life would be forever changed for the better. My name is Scott and when I dragged myself out of bed this particular Saturday morning, a haircut was the last thing on my mind.

I'm a college student and since I live in one of the campus dorms, seeing signs and flyers posted throughout the hall outside my room is nothing new to me. More often than not, they are invites to bogus parties or notices about various club memberships, you get the idea. That being said, I paid them no mind as a left my room to hit the shower.

It was after my shower that my day took the first detour from business as usual to unforgettable. As I headed back towards my room one of the flyers on the wall caught my eye. It hadn't been there before when I left my room, so it must have been posted no to long ago; that and it was hot, neon, screaming "READ ME" pink. Now, I live on an all guys floor, and nothing on this floor is even a remote shade of pink. So a girl must have come and stuck it up.

My curiosity got the better of me and I took a closer look. The flyer read as follows:

NEED A HAIRCUT?

Come see Rachel in Argo Hall rm. 412

for the greatest cut of your life!

You won't be disappointed...

(business hours: drop by and hope I'm there)

I found myself intrigued by this. I took the flyer and reentered my room. I looked in my mirror and examined my hair. It was brown with a natural reddish tint and pushing shaggy. I had kept the same style now for as long as I could remember; a gentleman's cut parted on the right, trimmed around the ears and side burns and lightly tapered in the back. This wasn't the case with my reflection. My hair had grown out for nearly two months and I had to admit that I could use at least a trim. I had been toying with the idea of changing my style for a while now, so maybe this Rachel could help me out. Heck with it I thought, it was Saturday and I had nothing to do, why not see what this girl had to offer?

I got dressed and tidied myself up then set out across campus. Argo Hall wasn't that far of a walk. It was one of newest campus housing facilities, but the rooms there were too small for my taste. The only thing that they offered that a traditional dorm didn't have was a built-in sink. Finally, I entered Argo's lobby and rode the elevator up to the fourth floor.

The elevator doors opened to a warmly lit hallway with rooms spanning either side. I walked down the hall feeling a bit awkward and wondering whether or not this was a good idea. What if this girl totally messed up my hair? What would my parents think when I came home for the summer in three weeks? I shoved all those doubts aside as I approached the door marked 412. I knocked. Nothing. I knocked again, still no answer. I was about to turn to go when I heard the elevator doors open down the hall. Out from the car stepped this drop-dead gorgeous young woman with a chocolate brown chin-length bob and a perfect slender figure to boot. She saw me and started waving at me.

"Hey there, are you here about my flyer?" she asked.

"That depends," I said, averting my eyes for a split-second. I felt embarrassed that was even standing there in her presence. "Are you Rachel?"

"I sure am," she said. "And you do look in need of a haircut, Mr..."

"Vinson, Scott Vinson." Rachel turned to unlock her door and as she did I noticed that the back of her bob was sharply chopped off so that it angled down to a point at her chin.

"Well come on in Scott. I just got back from posting the rest of my flyers; I had no idea that I would get business so soon," she said ushering me inside then shutting and locking the door behind her. Her room, although small was quite homey. There were low-lit lights and incense burned on a small desk. Rachel roused me from my thoughts.

"Alright, since you're my first customer this one's on the house," she said. "But, on one condition."

"Oh?" I replied, a bit taken aback.

"I cut your hair in any way that suits me, no ifs ands or buts."

I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to turn and flee, but the other part wanted to see this thing through. There was something about her... "How much experience do you have with this?" I asked.

"Just relax," she soothed, steering me to a wooden chair in the center of the room. "I am not going to scalp you. What kind of treatment would that be to my first client? I know what I'm doing." At this point she was leaning close to my face. "Trust me."

How could I say no? I sat down in the chair hoping that I had gotten myself into a good thing. Rachel tossed a sheet around me and made sure it wasn't too tight. I heard her picking something up from behind me, then I felt her running a

"How long have you had this style?" she asked.

"For awhile now, kept it pretty conservative."

"Oh Scott, you and I are going to have fuuuuun." Rachel chuckled. "You may have noticed that there is no mirror for you to see, don't worry though. It's all part of the excitement."

Rachel finished combing and returned the comb wherever she got it from. I then heard a click followed by a pop and a loud buzzing sound. "You have a lot of hair to get through sweetie," Rachel whispered into my ear. "And these babies are going to do just the trick!"

Without another word, she pushed my head down so that my chin rested on my chest. My heart was pounding inside my chest as I heard the clippers get closer and closer...Rachel put the clippers at the base of my neck and slowly mowed a path upward. I felt the bare metal going higher and higher past the occipital bone and all the way up to base of my crown. She then shaved another path, then another until the back of my head felt light and airy.

"Your sideburns are far too long," she mused. "I think they could do with a trim too, don't you think?" I was too speechless to answer. My mouth had gone dry. This was the biggest cut I'd ever received!

Not waiting for me to reply, Rachel took the clippers and ran them up the right side of my head. I saw the hair falling down in clumps onto the sheet. I could tell she seemed to be enjoying her work. She finished removing the remaining hair from the right side then proceeded to finish off the left in the same fashion. She then switched off the clippers.

"Care for a feel?" she inquired.

I tentatively raised my hand from under the sheet. As I put my hand to the back of my head, I realized that shaved me to the skin on the back and sides! Rachel blew air on the back of my neck.

"Like it?" she cooed. "In case you haven't figured out by now, you are getting a crewcut. Now to sort out that top."

Not wasting any time, she attached a guide to the clippers and turned them on again. She placed them at the top of my forehead.

"Wait a minute, what guard are you using?" I asked. Rachel paused and pulled the clippers away.

"A number 3, but now that I think about it, taking it even shorter would make it blend better." Damn, I thought. Me and my big mouth. Yet there was something about this girl that any sane man would, according to sacred man laws, have to kill himself if he said no to her. So what did I do? Absolutely nothing. Rachel shut the clippers off, replaced them with another guide, and switched them on yet again. She returned them my forehead and paused yet again.

"Relax and enjoy the clipper-ride, she whispered sweetly in my ear. She winked at me and then pushed the clippers slowly backwards across the top of my head. She caught the hair at the back of my head and dropped it into my lap so I could easily see how much she was taking off. After few minutes and a few more passes, Rachel used the clippers and comb to blend the sides and back to the top (what little there was left of it). After she had finished, Rachel stepped back to inspect her handiwork.

"Well Mr. Vinson, I'd say you look a sight and a half better then when you walked in my door." She said, running her fingers through the bristly hair on the top of my head. "1/4 inch really does suit you." She produced a hand mirror and let me have a look at the devastation she had wrought upon my previous do. It was indeed a high and tight crewcut with an obvious emphasis on the highness and tightness.

"It's quite a lot." was all I could think to say.

"True, it may take some getting used to, but you look soooooooo sleek and sexy now. Extremely short hair really does suit you well. She removed the sheet and gave my neck and head a final dusting off. "As I said, this one's on me, but I'll expect you back in two weeks time to keep this look up." she instructed. "And, if you're real sweet and compliant like you have been today, I might have to make the rest free as well."

Again, I could do nothing but agree to return, but by this time, I really did want to return. I thanked her and regretfully left. I now had much less hair than I thought I would ever have. As I walked back to dorm I thought what my friends and family would say about such change. Then again, I had a simple flyer to thank for getting me out of my shell and I had a very sexy girl that I would see again in two weeks to experience it all again. *Note to self, READ MORE FLYERS!!!* 

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