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My name is Molly. I am about 5 foot 6, I have light brown hair that's a few inches past my shoulders and green eyes. I'm nineteen years old. I graduated from high school last spring, and am going to community college while I earn money. I work at a clothing store called THE, in our local mall. (THE stands for Trendy Hip Edgy) THE sells clothes that are exactly what it says, Trendy, Hip and Edgy. They only hire super stylish people, so I was totally psyched to land a job there. Not only do I get to work at the coolest store in the mall, but I get a 40% discount on everything in the store. How much does that rock? So much. Anyways, I have been working at THE for a couple of months now. There was a little shoe store next to THE that went out of business a while ago, and the store has been empty for ages. But about the time I started working at THE, someone bought the empty space and made it into a little barber shop. It is supposed to open next week.

Today was a pretty easy day at THE. It wasn't busy, so there were just two of us working today. Jen, the other person in here today took off half an hour ago, so I have to close tonight. I looked at the clock, and it's 6:55. I close up at 7. I walked to the entrance, and didn't see anyone coming, so I started to shut the doors. I was startled by a knock, and I looked up. A tall woman was standing there and asked if she could come in. I nodded and opened the door. I asked if I could help her with anything. She said no. Then she introduced herself. "I'm Reggie. I own the barbershop next door." She said. That would explain the short hair I thought to myself as I looked at her. She was about 5 foot nine or ten, and she had chestnut colored hair that was cut into a short man's haircut, one where they use clippers. "I'm Molly." I said. She stuck out her hand, and I shook it. She gripped my hand firmly in tough leathery skin. "So what brings you in here tonight?" I asked her. "Oh, I've been in the shop all day working, and I saw you in here by yourself, so I thought I'd come meet you." Reggie said. "Oh, well, I'm glad you did. I was just closing up for the night." I said. "Why don't you come next door for a cup of coffee?" Reggie asked. A cup of coffee sounded good, so I said, "Sure, thanks. I turned the lights off and grabbed my purse, then I locked the doors and followed Reggie into her barber shop. "I've never been in a barber shop before." I said looking around. "Well that doesn't surprise me, most girls haven't." Reggie chucked as she poured two cups of coffee. She sat down at the little cafe table in one corner, and I joined her. "So, is your husband a barber?" I asked her. "No, actually my husband is an accountant. I'm the barber." Reggie said. "Really! I've never heard of a female barber before. What made you decide to become one?" I asked. "Well, my mom is a barber, so I grew up in her shop, helping her and such, and as I got older, she taught me to cut hair. I thought about going to beauty school, but just decided that I liked cutting shorter hair, so barbering was a better fit." Reggie explained. "Have you always had your hair that short?" I asked. "I've always had short hair, never past my earlobes. I grew up with short bobs and bowlcuts and sometimes pixies, but in high school I started getting it cut shorter. The shortest its ever been is half an inch. I got it buzzed one summer. I just love the feeling of clippers." Reggie said, rubbing the back of her neck. "Have you ever had short hair?" She asked me. "Oh no. I've always had hair past my shoulders." I said. "Really. You should think about trying something shorter. It would really suit you." Reggie said. I wonder what I'd look like with short hair. Maybe a nice bob, below my chin or something. I thought. "I'm not doing anything tonight. Why don't you let me cut it for you? I won't even charge you." Reggie suggested. Wow. I wasn't expecting her to say that. I ran my fingers though my hair. It did need to be cut. I hadn't had it cut in quite a few months, and it had some split ends. "OK, maybe just a trim?" I said. "I was thinking you should try a short style." Reggie said. "How short.?" I asked, bluntly. "Well you'd look great in a pixie or something even shorter, but you probably don't want to part with that much hair just yet." Reggie said. I nodded. "How about a nice bob?" She suggested. There you go. I could do that. I thought. "Alright, not too short though." I told her. "Great. Hop in the chair Molly!" She said.

I walked over to one of the large red leather chairs and climbed in. Ooh it's comfy. And big. "Hold your hair up." Reggie said. Then I felt her wrap a tissue around my neck, very tightly. Then she threw a heavy cape over me. It was long, and covered my feet. It felt like one of those capes that they put on you when you are getting X-Rayed. I could barely move underneath it. Well I could, but it was more comfortable to just sit still. I felt Reggie's tough hand on mine, and she pulled it off my ponytail. I tucked it under the cape. Then I felt something very cold on my neck. I felt a tug, and heard a loud schnick....thud. My head all of a sudden felt lighter. I turned around, and saw several inches of my hair on the floor. "Not too short Reggie." I said. She nodded. "Don't worry honey. I won't cut your hair that short." She said. Reggie pulled my hair tightly into a very high ponytail. I could feel pieces fall out of the ponytail because they were too short. "Alright. Head down please." She said. I bent my head down a little, but felt her strong hand push it into my chest. How on earth was she going to cut my hair like this? I wondered. Then I heard a loud POP Hummmmmmmmmmmm. My heart raced. Was Reggie going to use clippers on me? I thought I told her not too short. I started to lift my head but I felt her push it back into my chest. I tried to say something, but I couldn't talk very loud with my head in my chest, and the loud clippers buzzing. Then I felt warm vibrations on my neck. Maybe she's just going to shave a little bit. I froze and closed my eyes very tightly as I felt the clippers rise up the middle of my neck. Reggie pushed them upward slowly. I kept waiting for her to pull them off my head, but they kept going higher. Uh oh. I thought. She finally pulled them away from my head. I didn't know how high up Reggie had shaved, but it felt really high. She put the clippers on my neck again and shaved another path. I opened my eyes and saw a pile of hair growing in my lap. More and more hair just keeps showering down past my face into the cape. I am so worried about how I'm going to look. I guess there's really nothing I can do about it now though. I took a deep breath and exhaled. I start feeling funny as Reggie continues to shave my neck. My stomach is full of butterflies. My breathing gets heavy and my heart is racing. I can feel the pile of hair in my lap getting heavier, but I keep my eyes shut. Reggie keeps shaving my neck, very slowly. I am trying to ignore the clippers, but having my neck shaved is turning me on. Reggie shaves another path and I now feel air on the entire back of my head. She picks my head up and says "hold still." Reggie puts the clippers on my left cheek by my ear and slowly pushes them up. The buzzing roars loudly in my ear. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaa Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaa Buzzzzzzzzzzaaaa. I can feel hair touching my cheek as it falls into my lap. Reggie shaves the hair on the side of my head. Then she spins the chair around and starts to shave the right side of my head. She makes a few slow passes then turns the clippers off. I open my eyes, but I can't see myself. There isn't a large mirror in front of me like there is in a beauty shop. Reggie takes down the ponytail on top of my head. She wets it down with a spray bottle. Then she combs it out. I feel the cold steel blades of the scissors above my earlobe. Then I hear a loud snip. I see the wet chunk of hair land in my lap. Reggie snips more hair. She cuts quickly. I feel her cutting up higher in the back. I don't know how short it is though. I am so nervous. Reggie puts the scissors on my forehead and cuts across. It felt pretty high up. I am afraid to see what I will look like with short bangs. Reggie puts the scissors and comb down and picks up a small pair of clippers. "Just going to clean you up now." She said. She pushes my head into my chest again, and turns them on. They are much higher and quieter. She starts to shave my neck, but only shaves a short path. She shaved short paths all over my neck, then she lifted my head up. She put the clippers on my cheek and shaved upwards. Reggie shaved that side, then the other. Finally, she turned the clippers off. She dusted some sweet smelling powder into the shaved parts then dusted my head and neck off. Reggie unsnaps the cape, and unties the tissue and throws it in the trash. "There you go." Reggie said. She hands me a large hand mirror. My stomach is going wild. I am so nervous to see what I look like. I look into the mirror. My hair is so short! In the front it barely touches my earlobes, and it gets shorter towards the back. My bangs are only about an inch and a half long. Reggie holds up a second mirror so I can see the back. The shaved part goes up very high. Three or four inches up! I reach up and touch my neck. Chills go down my entire body as I run my hand over the soft shaved hair. It feels like velvet. I feel a smile spread across my face. "I love it!" I told Reggie.

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