Christopher IV was born 9 months later. As Holley had promised his grandfather, he would keep the family tradition going. A year and a half later, Christopher IV was followed by twin sisters, Belle for one grandmother and Berry for the other. Holley had let her hair grow back in after a couple of years. Chris III kept not only his head, but his whole body shaved. Holley liked it that way. Christopher really did look very much like his dad except for the blond hair like his mom. His baby name was ‘Topher’, which he came to dislike. So they called him the "Fourth", until he told them one day that he wasn’t responding or replying to anything unless they used his full name Christopher. To their surprise, he was serious. Even when they offered things they knew he would like to do, he would simply ignore them and go to his room or continue to play. In the end he got his way.
Christopher not only looked like his dad, he was smart. He got excellent grades in school and loved to play sports, his favorite was soccer. He just loved being out of doors. He also loved his dad and once he was big enough to wear a helmet, would go on long rides with him. However, he did not get his head shaved nor ask to let him get it shaved. Not even when he turned thirteen and they told him what they had said when he was just in the making. He just laughed and said "I don’t think so." Otherwise, he liked to dress like his dad. He wore button up shirts with the button down collar and buttoned them all the way up. His dad even got him some leather pants to wear when they went out on the motorcycle.
It was his junior year at school. Christopher was elected president of his class, he was an honor student and the captain of the soccer team that year. His girlfriend with long black tresses that hung down to her waist, was excited about the prom. The two families knew each other quite well, Christopher’s dad worked with Emily’s dad, they went to the same church, and they sometimes had barbecue’s in his back yard. Her dad also had a motorcycle which she like to ride on when they all went out to the state park for swimming and picnicking, the rest of the kids and mom’s rode in the SUV’s. It was about the time he asked her, (he had to ask her his mom said, he couldn’t just expect her to know), to go with him to the prom that she asked him again for the 40th time, why his dad shaved his head. He told her she could always ask him herself. They were at his house for an outdoor barbecue dinner after the soccer game. She got right up and went over to his dad. "Why do you shave your head?" Chris was a bit startled by the question, but smiled, looking over at his son. "Because I like it this way and my wife likes it this way. She made me shave it before we got married and I’ve just kept it like this." "I suppose that’s a good reason. Do you think Christopher would shave his head if I asked him to?" Chris laughed. "Go ask him. It’s the only way you’ll find out." Emily went back over and he asked her what his dad had told her. "You’ll have to ask him. He told me, but said it was really a secret and I was not to tell you." "What?!!" She started to say something but they were interrupted by the announcement that the food was ready. As he placed the barbecued chicken on her plate, "what did he say when you asked him?" Christopher of course heard the question and when they had sat down on the steps by themselves said, "asked me what?" She looked at him with her big dark eyes. "I’ll only ask you if you promise to do it." Christopher new better, he was even sure he knew what "it" was. But, he was in many ways, just like his father. "Ok, I promise." "Are you sure you promise? If you promise and you don’t do it, I won’t go to the prom with you." Exasperated he jumped in without looking, "I said I would. OK! I promise." "I asked your dad if you would shave your head. He said he didn’t know and that I should ask you. So, will you shave your head for me?" He knew it, he knew it! Christopher didn’t wear his hair long and he kept it neatly combed (his mom insisted). "When do you want me to do it?" "Before school on Monday. That way it will be all tanned by prom time." They finished eating in almost silence. But, Emily wouldn’t give. She wanted him to do it. She thought his dad looked really cool with his shaved head. "I suppose you want me to get earrings too?" She looked at him smiling her wondrous bewitching smile, "that’s up to you. I won’t ask you to." After they finished eating they helped clean away everything then went for a walk down to the park. It wasn’t dark yet but the sun was setting. The little pond that was fed by the creek that ran through the park glowed in the pink and purple colors of the sunset. Emily pulled him to her and kissed him full on the lips and tickled his lips with her tongue. He kissed her back. He was almost 17 and in passionate love with this dark haired girl. She did things to him that he couldn’t resist. They walked hand in hand back to the house. Her parents were ready to leave. They touched hands and whispered they loved each other.
Christopher went to his room. He lay back on his bed. He ran his hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe that he had said he would shave it off. Shaving his head had always been a ‘standing joke’ in the family. He finally went to sleep wondering how he would go about getting it done.
At the breakfast table the next morning his mom asked if he would go shopping, grocery’s and some other things, with her. "Sure mom. I told the guy’s we would meet to go skateboarding this afternoon." He did wonder why dad wasn’t going like he usually did. "It’s Saturday and your birthday, you can just wear your jeans and a tee shirt. Go get washed up and changed, we’ll go as soon as you are ready." It didn’t take him long to get ready and they were out the door. They weren’t headed in the direction of the grocery store she usually used, but Christopher didn’t say anything, that is, he didn’t say anything until they pulled into the little strip mall where the barbershop was. He had planned to ask his dad to help him shave his head tonight, he didn’t want to waste money on a haircut that would only last a few hours. He followed her inside. The barber who had cut his hair since he was big enough to get it cut was no longer there. About 3 years back it had been sold and there were new barbers. Jim, the barber in the middle chair, usually cut his hair and this morning his chair was empty.
Christopher got up in the chair when Jim told him to "come ahead and have a seat. I haven’t seen you in about three weeks, I guess you are about due."
"I guess I am. A new haircut for my birthday." "Well Happy Birthday! What’s it going to be today? Something shorter?" "How did you guess." Christopher looked over at his mom sitting there, pretending to look at the magazines in a mens barber shop. "Shave it smooth today, Jim. Buzz it all the way down and then use a razor." He knew that they did sometimes shave mens heads in this shop, although there were shops that wouldn’t do it. His mom looked up and smiled. The barber looked at his mom and she nodded her head. "If that’s the way you want it. We can certainly take care of it. Maybe we’ll even take that bit of fuzz off your face too." That made his mom really smile and Christopher blush.
Jim got him set with the paper strip around his neck then the cape fastened snugly over that. "Here goes," he said as the clippers snapped on and the buzzing began. Jim started at the nape of his neck and pushed up. Only when he went over the top into the about 3 inch long hair did the clippers change tone and Christopher could feel the hair coming off. Right across the center, the hair piling up on top of the blades. When the blades reached the front, a ball of hair fell down past his nose and into his lap. He glanced down. He could imagine the bare strip that was left. There was no going back now. He sat there stoically while Jim continued to mow his hair off. When the back and top were mostly bare, Jim gently moved his head over so he could clean off the side. This was the part Christopher wished he could keep. He had cultivated those long sideburns that came down to the angle of his chin. One push, from the bottom to the top, and it was gone. Then it was around his ear. In no time at all Christopher’s head was clean of any hair longer than an eighth of an inch.
Somehow it was also exciting. His briefs were beginning to bulge as his penis came erect. There was no relief for that today. Jim turned the chair around so he could see how it was looking. ‘Wow He really was going to look like his dad.’ He reached up and felt it. It was like fine sandpaper. He settled back for the rest. He was a little surprised when Jim lay the chair back. A warm damp towel was put around his face, leaving his nose sticking out. He heard a drawer open and shuffling around, then it closed. He felt the chair move a little as Jim vigorously sharpened the keen edge of the straight razor on the strop attached to the side of the chair. The towel was removed. There was the whirr and then warm lather was applied from the top of his ears, down around his jaw, chin and back up the other side to the top of his other ear. Then across his upper lip. "Hold still, this blade is sharp and we don’t want any scars just yet." With masterful strokes, Jim shaved his face smooth. Admittedly there was mostly just fuzz, but it had started to get heavier. When he was finished with the face, Jim ran over it with the warm towel then applied some after shave lotion. "Now you’ll smell like a man," he said as he set the chair in it’s upright position again. Jim put a towel under the hot water and wrung it out. He had already removed the cape, folding it down into Christopher’s lap. The still quite warm damp towel was put around Christopher’s head and left to sit while Jim stropped the razor again. When the keen edge was back on, Jim removed the towel and lathered his head, the sides and back down his neck. The chair was lowered a little and Jim began. Around the ears and the sides first. "I’m sure glad you don’t have any moles or scars. It makes it hard to get a really smooth finish." Jim took his time and was careful as he went around the sides and back. He held Christopher’s head firmly when he started shaving the top. He really didn’t want to nick it. After going across the top, Jim put the razor down and used the still warm towel to go over Christopher’s head. Then he ran his hands all over, feeling for any rough spots that would need going over again. There were a few. He turned back to the hot lather machine. The warm lather was again put over Christopher’s head. Then Jim got out a Mach III triple blade razor. "I recommend you get one of these if you are going to keep this smooth. It will make it smooth with little chance of nicking yourself with a blade." Jim went swiftly over Christopher’s head with the Mach III, shaving in the opposite direction the hair grew. This time the skin was really smooth, not a rough spot anywhere.
Jim let the chair down after removing the cape carefully from his lap, catching all the locks still in it’s folds. Christopher stepped down and turned to look at his head. Reaching up to feel it’s smooth skin. "Check it out," he said to his mom. "I look just like dad" His mom stood up and came over to run her hands across his smooth scalp. "Now that’s a haircut." She paid Jim and gave him a generous tip. Jim told Christopher he could still stop by and say hello anytime although he probably wouldn’t be needing his services. They went out to the car. She asked him if he would like to drive. He needed something to occupy his mind besides thinking about his head. He opened her door and closed it behind her and got in the drivers seat. He carefully pulled out and headed towards the mall. As they were getting there she asked, "how did you know to come here next?" "I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I stopped by the piercing pagoda and got my ears pierced." "Are you sure you want to do that?" "Yes Ma’am. I want to get gold rings just like dad." "Well, if you are sure, you can do that." Christopher parked carefully and they went in. He started towards the kiosk to get his ears done but his mom told him to hold on a minute. She led him into a big department store. This was the part he had been afraid of. His mom was a veteran clothes and shoe shopper. He would be here for ‘hours’. What this? She walked right past all the women’s stuff and headed towards the mens department. She told the salesman she wanted a navy blue suit for Christopher. "And I’ll need the same suit in a 42 athletic long also." Christopher was measured and the man led them over to the wall where the suits were hanging. "This young man can wear a 40 long and with his build he’ll also need an athletic fit." He pulled out a navy blue with a light blue window pane outline. Holley liked that one. "Go ahead, try it on." The salesman pointed him towards the fitting rooms. There it was, just what she needed, the exact suit in a 42 long. The salesman took it over to the counter. Christopher came out with the legs turned up. Except for that detail, it was an almost perfect fit. She knew what size shirts her men wore and told Christopher she would go and get the shirts while the man pinned his pants so they could be hemmed. She came back with two pink shirts and two matching ties. She asked the salesman to go ahead and put suspender buttons on both pair of pants and take the belt loops off. She wanted Christopher to try on the shirt and tie with the suit to make sure it would all go together. While they were unpinning the shirt and he went to put it on she called Chris and told him to come down to the mall and where to come to. He could ride the bike, it wouldn’t take long. Christopher came out with the shirt and tie on. He was putting on the coat. Yes, that was perfect she thought. "Ok, you can go change back. Your father will be here in a few minutes to try his on." The salesman assured her they could be hemmed in just a couple of hours. Christopher came back out, the pants and coat on the hanger. The salesman hung it up. She told Christopher he could go on down to the kiosk to do his business. "Get gold ones," she said as she handed him $50.00.
Christopher wal
ked down to the kiosk. He really wasn’t sure about this. He looked in every case. When one of the attendants saw him, she asked if she could help him. He blushed and said he wanted to get his ears pierced and have gold rings put in. She told him they didn’t put rings in there although they sold them. What she could do, was use gold studs and then he could change them out for the gold rings. He would have to pay for them though. He didn’t know. He walked away and went back to ask his mom. "Well, we can go to where your dad had his put in the first time if you want." He asked her if she minded. No. It would be ok, she didn’t see any reason to buy the studs if he wasn’t going to wear them. Just then his dad came in.
"You look pretty good son," reaching up to rub his smooth head. Your Mom says you’re gonna get earrings too?" "Yes sir. I was gonna get them here in the mall but all they do is studs. Mom said she’d take me to the place where you got yours. I just hope Emily likes it. ‘Cause she’s gonna have to date it." Chris tried on his suit with the shirt and tie. It fit well, just needed the hemming. After the pants were pinned, they all left together. Holley told the salesman she would be back about 6:00 to pick them up. Out at the car he said to her, "no tattoo’s. After he gets out of college if he wants, he can get as much as he likes." "Don’t worry. He may look like his dad, but he isn’t you." The shop was still there and the now old man was still running it. When she told him just gold rings for Christopher’s ears, he got out a tray and had them pick out a set. Christopher sat still on the stool while his ears were wiped down with alcohol. He winced and grunted as the needle pierced the center of his earlobe. These were solid gold earrings, not hollow, and he could feel them dangle. He turned his head one way, then the other looking at them. He gave the man the $50.00 his mom had given him and she paid the rest on her credit card. She let him drive to the grocery store. While they were checking out, she asked him if there was anything else he’d like for his birthday. Yes there was, but he already knew that he was going to get the motorcycle next year when he turned 18, and "not before."
They had a celebration dinner with birthday cake afterwards that night. Of course his sisters were agape when they saw Christopher and their dad. "You look just like daddy now." Otherwise they really didn’t harass him much. Just wanted to rub his smooth head. Everyone gave him a little something. His dad gave him a new Mach III razor and package of blades, his mom gave him a gold chain, and his sisters had helped pick out and gave him a gold watch that had their names on the bar. His grandparents had all sent money (for his college fund - all he got was the deposit slip) which was ok. Emily called and said she would bring his birthday present with her to church. After dinner they sat watching tv. His sisters constantly came up to rub his smooth head and tease him about how Emily was going to love to do that too. He went to the bathroom and stared at his head for a while. He wasn’t usually vane, although he was a handsome dude and knew it. He brushed his teeth and went to bed.
Christopher was nervous on Sunday morning. He and his dad wore their new suits with matching shirt and tie. Christopher wasn’t afraid of pink. His dad wore it all the time. His dad had taught him how to tie a tie, although he didn’t wear one often, just to church on Sunday. His dad said he should be able to tie his own. When he came out, ready to go, there was his dad. Christopher stuck out his hand, "nice to meet your sir. Didn’t I just see you in the mirror? Do I know you? Or is it just my reflection?" He laughed as his dad shook his hand and said, "you look just like my younger self." He reached up and felt his bald head. "I sure wish it was not so pale. Do you think Emily will like it?" "I suppose she had better. Now that you’ve done it, you’re going to have to keep it that way."
At church, Emily was waiting for him. "You do. You look just like your dad. I love it. You’ll keep it that way for me?" "As long as you want me to. I’ll shave it every day." She had talked to his mom and so had gotten him a heart that came in two pieces. One for her and one for him. She took him around the corner and gave him a kiss. She reached up and felt his smooth head. "That is so cool." Then she touched his earrings. "You look so grown up today." "And I love you." The tower bell rang and hand in hand they went into the chapel.
Christopher was a popular student at school. It seemed everyone knew him. Many knew his parents. Some of his friends had always kidded him that if he shaved his head he would look just like his dad. Two of his best friends weren’t really that happy to see his bald head show up at school. There had been a long standing bet about how long he would hold out before he at least got a buzzed crew cut, and if he did, they would get theirs cut the same way. When they asked him why he had done it, he told them it was to see if they would do it too, like they had said. Bill said he would get his done right after school and David could go with him. David said, "I don’t know. My mom will have a fit." Bill said, "it’s too late to back out. You aren’t chicken enough." David shook his head. At the end of the day, David said he couldn’t do it. Bill said "oh yes you can. Come on." "No man! I don’t want to." Bill put his books in his locker and caught up with David. Bill knew David’s dad was a real stickler about people keeping their word. There seemed to be only one way to get David to cut his hair. He told David to wait a minute. He went back down the hall and called David’s dad. He told him how David had said he would get his hair cut just like Christopher’s and now he was backing out. "How had Christopher cut his hair?" "He had shaved it smooth. All off. Not even any facial hair except for his eyebrows." "He said he’d take care of that," and hung up. When Bill caught up with David, he was talking on his cell phone. He glared at Bill. He said good bye and clicked off. "That wasn’t fair." "What?" "Calling my dad. He says if I come home with a hair on my head or face, he’ll shave it for me. It would teach me to open my mouth without thinking of the consequences. So, thank you very much." Bill told him to come on. They had time to get it buzzed before the barbershop closed. "My dad said it had to be ‘shaved’, not just buzzed. And that I had to keep it that way as long as Christopher does. All I can say, it’s a good thing we are friends." When Christopher caught up with them he asked where they were going. "To keep our word. You want to come watch." He gave them a puzzled look. "Ok. We have time for a soda?" "After." They all climbed into Bill’s car. Christopher started laughing when he realized what they were going to do when they pulled in front of the barbershop. "You guys don’t have to. It was bound to happen to me sooner or later." David grumbled, "I have to. And I have to keep it that way until you let your’s grow out." "You’re kidding." "No. My old man said that as long as you kept your head shaved, I had to keep mine shaved. No moustache, no beard, no sideburns. No hair. You are gonna let it grow back out, right?" "My dad said no. That once I shaved it, I had to keep it this way until I was out of college." "Oh man! I might as well join the Marines."
Jim was surprised to see Christopher back in his shop. "I brought you two more one time customers Jim. Same haircut." "Alright. Which one of you is first?" David went to the chair. "I might as well get it over with." "Just buzzed or shaved?" "Shaved smooth. My dad says the face hair too." Christopher and Bill sat right in front of David so they could see him. He seemed to be petrified, sitting so still and like he was holding his breath. David’s hair was kind of long and curly. After he was caped. Jim picked up the clippers and snapped them on. "Down and dirty," he said as he put them right at the hair line in front and pushed the clippers over the top of David’s head. There was a cascade of hair that fell to the floor behind the chair. In about 5 minutes his head was almost down to skin. When Jim turned the chair around, his heart sank. It was going to be like this for at least another year. Well, almost like this. Jim approached one side of the chair, David almost had a respectable moustache and goatee. Holding David’s chin firmly, Jim used a pair of red clippers to bring it down to skin. Putting those clippers away, Jim tilted the chair back. There was the warm wet towel, the warm lather and then the scraping of the keen edged straight edge across his upper lip, chin and from the top of his ears down to his jaw. Jim wiped David’s face with the damp towel and massaged some soothing after shave lotion into it. Then he sat the chair up. The cape had been let down into his lap. Christopher knew what was coming next and almost felt sorry for David. The very warm towel wrapped over his head, the whirr of the lather machine and then his head was covered over. The strait edge glided over David’s skin, removing hair and lather. He wiped it down and then used his hands to find the rough spots. David sat up straight as his head was lathered again and the Mach III razor was used against the grain of hair. The result was an extra smooth finish to his head. Jim used a soothing lotion on his head before removing the cape and letting David get out of the chair. He turned to the mirror, one hand on his head. He closed his eyes and shook his head. It wasn’t bad, it just didn’t look like him. And what was Wanda going to say? Would she still go to the prom with him? He moved to sit down beside Christopher as Bill got up to have a seat. "This is your fault," he whispered to Christopher. Bill heard him and said, "No, it’s our fault, we are the ones who said we would join him. After all, we are best friends."
Bill climbed into the chair. He had wanted Christopher to shave his head for some time. So he smiled as Jim prepared him for his shave. Bill was already clean shaven so he wouldn’t get his face scraped. Unlike David, who’s hair was about 6 inches long, Bill had kept his about as short as Christopher had his. He asked Jim if he would turn the chair around so he could watch the haircut. Jim was very obliging and turned the chair to face the mirror. Like he had cut Christopher’s, he started at the nape of the neck and pushed the clippers up and over the top of Bill’s head. The hair fell down in front of his face into his lap. In no time at all there was a pile of hair in his lap and not much left on his head. Bill sat erect, his head up as Jim laid on the lather and shaved it with the straight razor. Then to make it really smooth, he did it again using the Mach III razor. Bill was rubbing his head before he was out of the chair. He thanked Jim as he got down. "What do you think guys? The three bald guys, just like the three musketeers." The boys paid and went out.
Bill dropped Christopher off first saying he would see him at school tomorrow. Bill went to David’s house and went in with him to make sure that it was all ok. David’s dad was home and he came out when they arrived. After one look at his son he grinned. "That looks a lot better." He turned to Bill and said, "thank you for giving me a call." He turned back to his son. "It suits you. A lesson you won’t forget overnight. Christopher will probably keep his head shaved, just like his dad. Did he get rings in his ears too?" David looked down, "yes sir." "Maybe you should better talk to your momma before you do that. It’s ok with me, what you kids do today. Just no tattoo’s like his dad, no matter what." His dad went back into the house. David said, "thank you. Although I don’t know what for. My dad has never liked my long curly hair. My mom will freak out, but she will get over it. Dad will have to loan me his razor though, or buy me a new one." Bill said good bye and went to face his own parents. Strange, him mom thought it was ‘nice’, his dad just shook his head. "I suppose this means your buddy Christopher has shaved his too?" "Yes sir. And David too." "Well, I’ve just been waiting for you to do it anyway. You kept getting it cut shorter and shorter. Come on. Let’s see what your ma has to say and get something to eat."
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