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A lost bet leads to a funny haircut and a shave, which leads to more haircuts, and then the Wives take over:

The guys all came from the same side of town; each had been named for a character from the Bible; only two had gone to college; Aaron, Paul & Tim (Timothy) worked in construction, Adam had taken over his fathers barber shop, Jacob had his own small lawn care business; they were all born in the month of August, 1980. All of them had short hair, well, except Tim. Jacob kept his buzzed down to nothing, Adam kept his short on the sides the top parted and combed over, Aaron and Paul, who had gone in the Army with Tim, kept theirs in a flat top; Paul also had a moustache and goatee. Tim swore that when he got out of the Army he was never going to get it cut that short again and had let it grow until it was now kept pulled tight back to a long ponytail that hung down his back. They were all married with children. They were all sports enthusiasts and usually met at one of their homes on Sunday afternoon to watch a game. It was unusual for them to go out on a Saturday night, but this night they went to a sports bar to watch the game. They could be as rowdy as they wanted. The game was nearly over and a score by either team would win. As usual, Tim & Paul were betting on opposing teams. Paul asked what Tim was going to bet, it was usually a round of beer. Tim said he didn’t care, he’d let Paul decide what the bet would be. Paul looked at Tim, "you lose, you get your hair cut." Tim was confident, "ok, you lose, you shave your face and keep it shaved for a year." Paul figured he had nothing to worry about. "It’s a bet. The loser keeps it cut for a year." They shook hands. There was a commercial break, they usually lasted about 5 minutes. Adam excused himself. They thought he was going to the restroom. He went out the door. A couple of blocks down was his barbershop. He walked quickly, he needed to get those new clippers that just came in. He would be able to use them on either loser. The game was on when he got back with the little black shaving kit size bag. There was a loud roar from the TV screen and the bar erupted. Tim’s team ... had lost. Paul laughed as he ran his hand over his moustache and goatee. Tim reached up and ran his hand over his head. "How are you going to get it cut?" "I’ll get it cut exactly like the next person that comes in." It was late and most people were leaving, the game was over and they’d had enough to drink. It was about 10 minutes when someone said, "here comes someone." Everyone turned to look. Tim groaned when they saw it was Joe.

Joe was bald. A real case of MPB. He kept the sides short, about a half inch longest near the baldness and about an eighth of an inch at the bottom, his sideburns and around on his neck. He must have just gotten a haircut that morning. Adam was beaming. There was a wall socket near the wall where they were sitting. "Let’s move the table out. OK Tim, come right over here and have a seat." Adam was getting the clippers and scissors out of the little kit he had brought. "What?" "Come on, you might as well get it over with." Paul pushed Tim over towards the waiting chair. They were all gathered around and Tim saw that there was no way for him to get out of getting his hair cut. He wondered what his wife was going to think, but he sat down. They got a table cloth from the bartender to use as a cape. Everyone that was in the bar came over to watch.

Adam pulled out Tim’s ponytail. "We’ll start with this," he said as he put the scissors beneath the first band that was holding it. Barbers scissors are meant to cut through hair. There was no sawing and hacking, they cut the bunch of hair neatly free from Tim’s head in 6 snips. "You can keep this for a souvenir," Adam said as he lay it on the nearby table. He put the scissors away and took out the clippers. He had already had them out at the shop and applied oil and made sure they were working properly. They had a long enough cord when plugged in that he didn’t need an extension cord. All Tim could see was that they had a red body and whirred menacingly when Adam clicked them on. Adam didn’t use a guard as he brought them up to the front of Tim’s hair. Tim winced as the blades made the first pass across the top of his head. The hair piled up in front of the blades and dropped to the floor when Adam lifted them up. Pass after pass, Tim’s hair slipping to the floor as it was set free from his scalp. His scalp was bare, almost as naked as if a razor had been used. The whole top and about an inch and a half down on the sides was laid bare. There was also the ‘bald spot’ area on the back of his head. One of the things that Tim had been doing was covering up his thinning ‘bald spot’, but pulling the hair back and over it into a ponytail. Adam turned the clippers off. "Someone bring me a pan of hot water." He got out a can of shaving gel and a Mach III razor. "What’s that for," Tim asked. "Gotta shave out the male pattern baldness before we cut the rest of it down like Joe’s." "Just take it all off. That’s going to look stupid." "Hey Joe," Adam called out. Joe came over. "Have you ever thought of shaving your head smooth all over?" "I’ve thought about it, why?" "Tim’s getting his hair cut just like yours with the baldness shaved. He want’s us to shave the whole thing, but we can’t do that unless you shave yours too." Joe thought that was funny. "Let me see what he looks like first." The basin of water was brought out. Adam got some water on his hands then put some gel on top of Tim’s head and lathered it over the area to be shaved. Tim couldn’t believe this was happening. He started to. shake his head. "Hold still or you’ll get cut," Adam told him. Tim sat still. Adam began shaving Tim’s MPB. Joe asked someone what was going on. Aaron told him about the bet. After his head was shaved smooth, Adam wiped it off with a damp towel from the bar. Adam added a small guard to the blades and began removing the side and back hair. It was just a matter of starting at the bottom and going up to the top. There was soon a ring of hair around the chair and in Tim’s lap. Then the guard came off and Adam began putting the finishing touch to the sides. He used the thin black barber comb to take the sides from near zero to the longest about 1/3 of an inch where the bald line met. He used the towel to brush Tim’s head free of loose hair. Then the ‘cape’ was removed and Tim could go look at his haircut in the men’s room.

It had been years since he had seen naked skin on his head. Not since he got his head buzzed when he joined the Army. He came back out. It would be better if it were shaved smooth. But he had agreed to keep it like this ... unless Joe would shave his head. "Joe, my friend. Would you consider shaving your head?" Joe was about to say no. Then he looked at Paul. "OK, I’ll let Adam shave my head ... if Paul here will shave his face." Paul drew back, as if to disappear. He knew that he was doomed. They didn’t even let him get out a yes or no; they just pushed him down in the chair.

Someone grabbed up Adam’s clippers and before Paul could get loose his moustache had a good piece missing. You could see him sag and give up. The Wahl clippers took it off quickly, the chin hair too. Before they could set the razor to it he said, "give me the razor and the gel, I’ll go shave myself." They let him up and he headed for the men’s room. "Your turn Joe." "Where’s Joe?" In the hubbub, Joe had slipped out the door. He hadn’t really wanted to have his head shaved. Adam put away the clippers. "Wait, what about shaving my head," Tim asked. "Joe didn’t shave his so that’s your haircut for the next year." "Oh, come on. Paul shaved his face." "That’s between him and Joe. Just like your haircut is between you and Joe. Unless Paul say’s you can shave it all off." Paul had just come back from shaving his face. He wasn’t happy about Joe skipping out. Paul looked at Adam and Aaron. "OK, here’s the deal. If Adam and Aaron will buzz theirs all the way down, I’ll have mine buzzed down and then you can have your’s all shaved off." Tim looked at them. "It’s ok guys. It was a dumb bet to start with. You don’t have to, I’ll just keep it like this. I guess it will teach me not to make dumb bets with guys who are my friends." Inside he was hoping that they would have their heads buzzed. But, he had to give them an out. His heart sank as they took it.

"See you guys in church tomorrow," Jacob said as they left. Tim was thinking he wouldn’t be going. (He was mistaken. His lovely wife didn’t care what his head looked like, he shouldn’t make stupid bets and lose. He was going.) With his sandy blond hair there was no shadow where it was shaved. It looked almost natural. Not only did his wife make him go, she made him get dressed up in his best suit. Heads turned as they walked from the car to the door. The other guys and their wives met them in front and they went up into the church together. Paul’s clean shaven face got almost as much attention. His wife was not unhappy about the shaved face. She had wanted him to do it anyway. She had just not nagged him about it, he would do it when he was ready or not. Tim was very self conscious at first, but as people got their eyes full and began going about their way, he forgot it himself, although he could feel the cool air on the top of his skin.

Tim kept his bet and shaved the top of his head smooth every morning. After a week it was tanning up pretty good. When Paul started to let his moustache grow back his wife put her foot down and told him she liked it nice and smooth. Aaron and Paul got their hair cut about every two weeks. It was a month later when they were coming in for their usual cut. Sometimes they came at the same time, today Aaron came first.

Adam got him all set up, the paper strip around his neck and the cape settled over him to keep the cut hair off. Aaron didn’t need to tell Adam how he wanted his hair, he’d had a flat top since they got out of the Army. Adam always did the sides first, then trimmed up the top. Aaron didn’t pay much attention as they talked about the last game. Adam, on the other hand, had decided that Aaron and Paul, when he came in, would get their flat top, but today it was going to be shorter. Adam was using the Wahl 000000 clipper blades. The sides and back were soon naked skin. The top was always free handed using only the thin, flexible comb. There was a slight graduation from the naked sides to the top, the back was clean up on to the center of the top. In front, the flat top was little more than a third of an inch. For all the world, this was a high and tight horseshoe flat top. Aaron was still going on about the game as Adam undid the cape and turned it down into his lap, then removed the paper strip. He was used to the sound of the whirring lather machine and the feel as it was spread around his ears and down the sides and back. Adam used the keen edged straight razor to clean up the sides. This time he also went over the sideburns, around the ear and shaved everything below a line extending around Aaron’s head at ear top level. When Adam was finished, he wiped off Aaron’s head, removed the cape from his lap and set the chair down. Aaron got out, he negligently looked in the mirror, but didn’t seem to see how much of his head was showing or how short the flat top was. He paid and left for home.

Paul showed up about 10 minutes later. Adam asked how things were going as he got Paul all set up. He noticed that Paul hadn’t grown his moustache back in, "no, she says she likes it smooth. I guess I’ll keep it shaved. Have you seen Tim?" "Yes, he was in yesterday to get the sides trimmed. I sure did think he would go ahead and shave it all off after a few days." "It would be ok with me. Maybe I should call him." "I don’t know. I think he has come to like it like that. But you never know." Adam kept Paul talking as he took the sides off, just like he had Aaron’s. He took his time making sure that the sides near the top were smoothly graduated before he began on the flat top. He began at the front, holding up the hair and running the blades across the top of the comb. He had never cut Paul’s hair this close. There was only about a quarter of an inch of hair right in front. Paul had the perfect head for a flat top. When Adam was finished, Paul had a true high and tight horseshoe flat top. Any Marine would have been proud. There was just a C of red hair around the top and sides, all the rest was skin tight. Unlike Aaron, Paul did look. "Got it kind of close today Adam?" "I thought you might like a little change. Is it ok?" With a grin Paul said, "let’s see, I suppose you could take it all off." "Sure, if you’d like." "Has Aaron been in yet?" "Yep. His haircut is just like yours. Just as close." Paul had been the last customer of the day.

After he paid and while they were still talking, Adam let the blinds down and turned out the outside sign. He was about to let Paul out and shut the shop. "Maybe you should get yours cut too," Paul said. He looked meaningfully at the chair then at Adam. "Why don’t you have a seat?" "You going to cut it? What do you know about barbering?" "Not much. But let’s give it a try." He locked the door so they wouldn’t be interrupted. He guided Adam to the chair. "Have a seat sir." Adam sat reluctantly in the chair. He knew his hair was gone. Paul did a pretty good job of getting the paper strip around his neck and the cape swirled out and fastened over that. "Let’s see. I guess we’ll use these same clippers you’ve been using. He snapped them on and the blades began to sing. "The sides first." Adam kept a really neat haircut, not too short and long enough for a comb. Paul wasn’t a barber, but it didn’t take much knowledge to begin by taking the sideburns off. Then he ran the clippers around Adams head about an inch below the top. Everything below that he mowed off. The 000000 blades left bare skin behind. With the sides cleaned off he was ready to start on the top. Adam turned his head and told him to get a guard out of the drawer. He didn’t get the smallest, but the next one up. Adam saw that it was going to be a really short haircut. Paul began right in front and mowed across the top of Adam’s head, the hair falling to the sides like strands of silk. When Paul was finished using that, Adam had two lengths of hair, ½ inch and bare skin. Adam told him to take the guard off and get the comb. ‘This was going to be a disaster.’ Paul turned the chair around so Adam could show him how to use the comb. Paul said he got it and turned the chair back around. He looked at his own haircut in the mirror. Adam had really done a good job. He would do his best. He used the comb and did the sides to the top. It looked pretty good. Now for the top. Adam told him to turn the chair back around. He fixed his head so that it was looking straight ahead with the chin tucked slightly in. "Ok. Now you can try the top." Adam held very still while Paul began to work on the top. The trick was to have it flat all the way across the top to the highest point on top of the head. He looked in the mirror at his haircut one more time, turning his head this way and that. Then he began. The front was the hard part. After that it was a matter of laying the comb on top of the head and running the clippers over it. When he was finished, Paul thought it looked pretty good. Adam told him he needed to finish around the ears and neck, "use the edging clippers", he didn’t want Paul near the straight razor. Finally it was done. Paul turned the chair around so Adam could see. It looked just like what it was, a haircut by an amateur. "It’s a good try Paul. I think you better finish taking it all off." Paul said ok. He picked up the clippers and took the little scrap of hair that was left off. He turned the clippers off and brushed Adam’s head free of the loose hair. Then he picked up the edging clippers. "Let’s take it all the way down." Before Adam could object, he started right in front on top and ran the edgers back over the top. "I suppose you’ll want to shave it smooth when you get home." Adam got out of the chair. He looked in the mirror and shook his head. "I suppose I deserve this. Now you can stay and help me sweep up the shop and close. Better give your wife a call and tell her you’ll be late for dinner." It didn’t take long for the two of them to get the shop closed up working together. Adam locked the door behind them and they headed home.

The next week when Tim came in for his haircut, Adam buzzed it all down with the 000000 clippers. He asked Tim if he’d like him to shave it. "No. I can do that myself. I was getting used to looking like an old man. With it all off, I look even younger than before." Adam tried to get Paul and Aaron to go ahead and shave their heads, but that was a resounding "no!" They would keep the high and tight but they weren’t shaving it, not yet. Jacob did go ahead and shave his smooth. So now there were three of them with shaved heads.

It was at the New Years party that the wives got together and decided that the men should all look alike, clean shaven. They had rented a suite of rooms in New York to watch the ball drop. The women let the men celebrate to their hearts content. They also drank a little much and the ladies soon took them off to bed. They didn’t notice that they were in bed together, Aaron and Paul in one, Tim, Jacob and Adam in the other. Life would be so different starting the new year. Each man was soon sacked out, dead to the world. Electric trimmers and razors came out. Paul and Aaron lost what there was of their flat tops, then it was shaved smooth. The trimmers worked quickly over each mans chest hair, down across the stomach and then the pubes were shortened. The wives worked quickly, spreading the lather then shaving everything smooth. Tim’s wife wanted him shaved smooth all over, even his arms and legs. The women were tired when the operation was finally complete, even working together it had taken the better part of 3 hours to get it all done. The only hair left on any of the men was their eyebrows and eyelashes. The guys were in for a further shock when they woke in the morning. Their comfortable attire had been changed out for suits and ties. They were in New York for another week and every day they were made to shave themselves smooth and dress up. Gone were the puff warm jackets, plaid flannel shirts, and khakis, now it was suit and tie with a wool overcoat, gloves and neck scarves. To top it off, the ladies made them get hats, not baseball caps like they were used to, but hats with a brim all the way around. They took the train back to their city. Even on the train they were not allowed to relax with just shirt and pants, they had to wear the tie, and when they went to eat, they wore a jacket. Their arrival back in the city made the news, it was like back in the 50's, with their picture on the front page in color getting off at the train station. Their kids and the grandparents who had kept the kids were there to greet them.

These five men still live in that city. Each is still working at the jobs they’ve had since they got out of the Army. They go to work every morning and come home in the evening after a hard days work.

They bathe and shave, then get dressed in shirt and tie for dinner which is served at the dining table. Only after the kids, now growing up have gone to bed are they allowed to get undressed and into pajama’s for bed. Saturdays, they put on their work clothes and have until 2:00 to get any yard work or other honey do chores taken care of. Then they shower, shave and dress up to go grocery shopping, or to a movie with the family. On Sunday, after church, they take turns, visiting with each other for dinner. The TV is hidden away in the cabinet and seldom comes out even on weekdays. There is no more going to sports bars either.

At first they were a little rebellious, although there wasn’t much they could do about the dress clothes in New York; the ladies had all the other clothes shipped home so there was little choice. You may wonder what keeps these men, well behaved and obedient, not being ‘themselves’ like the good old days. Ah, but then you would know, if you visited them after the lights go out and the sex comes alive. The women told them as long as they behaved in the day they would continue to have nights like no other. It only slowed down when the women became pregnant in November a year later. All of them had one more child, all were boys, all were born in August.

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