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I'm Lana, I'm 22 years old and I go to Arizona State University. I have green eyes and sandy blond hair that brushes the small of my back. I used to have quite short hair though. Until 10th grade, I had a pixie, with the hair on top an inch long, and the back and sides clippered, and shaved at the bottom. My single mother worked 3 jobs, and had my hair cut short since I was little. It saved her time and money to get my hair cut in the barber shop. I never minded much, since short hair was all I knew. In 7th grade, my mother told me that I could choose how to wear my hair from then on. I tried to grow it out a few times, but would find myself back in the barber chair before my hair had the chance to grow more than half an inch. Short hair was easy to take care of, and it felt great. The only reason I decided to grow it out in 10th grade was because I wanted to join the cheerleading squad, and all the other girls had long ponytails. That was the end of my short hair. I've had long hair ever since then. I do think I look good with long hair, but in the back of my mind, I've always wished it was still short. I've never lost the itch to get it cut off. I've been too chicken to go through with it though. Lately, that itch has grown stronger than ever, especially since it's been so hot here in Arizona. Well I'm going to graduate from college next week, and have decided that it's time to get my hair cut short again. So here I am, walking to a barbershop near the ASU campus, enjoying my last few minutes with long hair. I approach the shop, and take a deep breath as I push the door open and walk inside. There are 3 barbers in the shop; 2 men and a woman, all busy giving haircuts. I sit down next to a guy about my age, and wait patiently. One of the male barbers finishes, and the guy next to me is called back to his chair. A few minutes pass, and the woman finishes. She calls next, so I stand up and walk to her station with butterflies in my stomach. "Hi there! I'm Tammy. What can I do for you today?" She says. "I'd like a haircut please." I say nervously. "Well then, hop into the chair and we'll get going!" She said. As I climb into the big leather barber's chair, I say, "I'm Lana, by the way." "Well it's nice to meet you Lana. So, what kind of a haircut did you want?" She asks. "Well, something shorter. I'm not quite sure what kind of style I want. Just something nice and short and easy to maintain." I say. "Can you give an idea of how short you'd like to go?" Tammy asks. "Well, I used to have a pixie cut. It was about an inch long on top, and the back and sides were clippered a little shorter. I liked that haircut a lot." I say. Tammy nods and says, "Alright, so would you like me to cut your hair like that?" I pause for a second and say, "Well, just something around that length I think. I guess I'm not sure about the style." "Well, why don't I get started; I'll get rid of the bulk of your hair, then once it's a bit shorter, we can go from there. How does that sound?" Tammy asks. "That sounds good." I say. I feel Tammy gathering my hair into a ponytail and before I know it, she has cut it off. My head feels a ton lighter. It feels wierd to have no hair on my neck. Tammy tears a tissue from the dispenser and tightly wraps it around my neck, then throws a heavy cape over me and secures it over the tissue. She ruffles my now chin length hair, and says, "So, are you a student at ASU?" I nod. "What year are you?" Tammy asks. "I'm a senior, and I'm graduating next week." I say. "That's great! So are you getting your hair cut short to look more professional?" She asks. "Well, I loved having short hair when I was younger. I only grew it out because I wanted long hair for cheerleading. I've been wanting to go short again for quite some time now." I say. "Well, I'll have this sorted out for you in no time. Soon you'll be back to a nice short hairstyle! Tammy says. She starts cutting chunks of my hair, leaving only about an inch of length. My head keeps getting lighter as chunks of my blond hair tumble into the cape and onto the floor. By the time Tammy puts the scissors down, my hair is about an inch long all over, and the floor around the chair is covered with my blond hair. Tammy unties the cape and shakes it out, then re-ties it around my neck very tightly. She quickly sweeps up my hair off the floor, then says, "There we go, now that the bulk of it is out of the way, I can start cutting your hair into the final style. Did you think any more about what you want?" I shrug and say, "I really don't know what I want you to do. What do you think would look good?" I ask. "A flattop would really suit you." Tammy says. "What's that?" I ask. "Well, all of the hair is clippered, so it looks really uniform, but the hair on top is flat, or level, across. The back and sides would be tapered shorter than the top, and shaved at the bottom." I pause for a moment and ask, "How short would that be?" "Well, the length is up to you. The top could stay an inch long, and the back and sides would be shorter accordingly. But I would suggest going shorter than that. I think half an inch on top would look the best on you, with the back and sides being a quarter inch near your crown, and a sharp taper to shaved smooth at your nape and sideburns." Tammy said. "You think that would look good on me?" I ask. Tammy nods and says, "The short hair on top would really bring out your facial features and make your eyes pop, while a smooth shaven nape would elongate your neck nicely." I thought about it for a moment, then said, "Alright, let's do that then." "Super. You're gonna look great Lana!" She said as she pulled her clippers off the hook and put a plastic guard on them. "I'm going to clipper all of your hair down to half an inch first." Tammy said, then she turned them on and placed them on my forehead. She pushed them back, buzzing my hair shorter. Tufts of my blond hair tumbled down into my lap and onto the floor. She ran the clippers over my entire head, reducing all of my hair to half an inch long. Then, as she switched to a quarter inch guard, Tammy said, "Now I'm going to work on the back and sides. Now I need you to put your head down so I can buzz the back." She said, as she pushed my head into my chest to buzz the back and sides. A few minutes later, Tammy took the guard off and said, "I'm going to taper the back and sides now, so I need you to sit really still." She used the clippers and a comb to taper everything. When she was done with that, she picked up a special comb and said, "I'm starting the top now Lana, so don't move a muscle." I sat super still with my head up straight as Tammy ran the clippers over the comb on top of my head several times. Tammy turned the clippers off and picked up a brush. She dusted my head and neck off, then untied the cape and put a heavy white towel over my shoulders. She tucked it into my collar, then started spreading warm shaving cream on my neck. "I'm almost done Lana. I'm just going to clean up your sideburns and hairline and you'll be all set!" Tammy said. A moment later I felt a cold steel blade on my neck. "Head down again please." She said. As I bent my head forward, she added, "Just relax while I give you a nice, close shave. In just a few minutes your flattop will be complete, and you'll be looking fantastic with your hair clippered and shaved nice and cool and short." I sat still as she shaved my nape, then lifted my head up and shaved my sideburns, and around my ears, leaving bare skin behind. She took a hot washcloth and wiped excess shaving cream, then dusted my head and neck with some sweet smelling powder before removing the towel from around my neck. "There you go, all set!" She said. I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned. "Wow, I look terrific Tammy, Thanks!" I said. "You're welcome. I bet you are thrilled to have a nice short haircut again." She said. I nodded as I checked out the back. I reached up and ran my hands over my hair and got chills. "Yeah, it feels so much better than having all that long hair on my head." I told her.

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