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I took a deep breath and pushed open the glass door to the barber shop. The shop was empty, except for a middle aged man, probably 65, sitting in one of the barber chair smoking a cigar and reading the morning news. He looked up when I came in and said, "Good mornin miss. Welcome to The Shaving Shop. How can I help you?" "Um, I, I need a haircut." I stammered. "Something short." "How short you thinkin?" He asked. "I don't know. I just want to try something short." I said. "Short like a bob or a bowl cut, or like a pixie?" He asked. "Um, a pixie I think." I said. "You's better be sure miss. A pixie is pretty short, and you'd be losin' most of that mane of yours." He said, referring to my mid back length chestnut colored hair. "Is that what you want?" He said. I nodded. He shook his head and laughed, and said, "Ok, sit down I guess." He got up from the chair and said, "Get in." I took a seat. "I'll be just a few minutes miss." He said, walking to the back of the shop to get some things. As he did that I looked around. I had never been in a barber shop before. I was intrigued by my new surroundings. It looked and smelled so different than the beauty parlor I have gotten my hair cut in for all 16 years of my life. He came back and he pulled my hair into a ponytail at the base of my neck with a rubber band. Then without warning, he sliced thought it with a pair of scissors, and a moment later my huge thick ponytail lay on the floor. I was stunned. I was too shocked to move or talk. The old barber ripped a tissue from a dispenser on the wall and tied it very tightly around my neck. He unfolder a red and white pinstripe cape and shook it. Then he threw it over me and tied it over the tissue. It was so large it covered my feet. The barber took a pair of scissors and a comb and started to cut my hair. The barber cut very quickly. There was no mirror, so I didn't know how short my hair was being cut, but I was very nervous. After only a few minutes, the barber put the scissors down. My head felt very light. I looked down and saw my hair almost covering the vinyl floor. I knew my hair must be very short. Then I heard a loud humming noise approaching my head. I felt the barber's hand on my head, pushing it down. He forced it into my chest, and then I felt something vibrating on my neck. I felt it move up my neck, up the back of my head, very high. Short hairs showered down into my lap and I realized that the barber was using electric clippers on me. The soothing vibrations made me feal weak. My stomach was in knots and my pussy became excited. More and more hair kept raining down. The barber clippered the whole back of my head very quickly. I could feel a cool breeze on my neck. I had never felt it before. It made me tingly inside. The barber jerked my head up and started clippering the left side of my head. Soon it too was short enough to feel the cool breeze coming from the ceiling fan above. The old barber swiftly sheared the right side of my head then he turned the clippers off. He picked up a spray bottle and wetted my hair down. He took a comb and scissors and snipped lots of hair off the top. I felt thick wet chunks of my hair fall from my head. Some into my lap. The barber took a towel and dried off my hair, then I felt him push my head back into my chest. I heard humming again, this time much higher pitched. I felt cold steel on my neck this time. He pushed it hard into my skin as he moved it up. I felt a comb on the back of my neck and as the clippers moved up my neck I felt them run over the comb before the barber finished each pass. He did not clipper up very high this time though. After only a few minutes The barber again lifted my head up and started to clipper the hair on the left side. I felt tiny hairs trickle down as the clippers buzzed them off. They tickled, but I sat motionless as the barber clippered me. He clippered the right side again, then turned the clippers off. He untied the cape and shook it out. Then he tore the tissue off my neck and took a large heavy towel off of a shelf. He wrapped it over my shoulders and tucked it into the collar of my shirt. I watched as he pumped some white stuff out of a large dispenser. It made a whining noise. He said to me, "Head down miss." and I put my head into my chest again. Then he spread the white stuff on my neck and on the sides of my head. It was nice and warm. He washed his hands and flicked open a straight razor and stropped it on a leather belt on the side of my chair. He carefully started to shave my neck. He shaved very slowly. The air felt very cold as the hot lather was shaved off. I could almost head the little hairs being scraped off. It felt very nice. Then the barber lifted my head back up and shaved the sides of my head slowly also. Finally, he took a warm washcloth and wiped all over the back and sides of my head, then dried me off with a clean dry towel. He shook some powder onto a little brush and brushed all over my head and neck, then he put some gel in his hands and ran it through the top of my hair. Then he untucked the towel from my neck and handed me a small mirror. "There you go miss." The old barber said. I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror. My hair was very short. The top was spiky and no longer than an inch. I reached up and ran my fingers over the clippered part. I shuddered and shivered as my fingers felt the soft velvety hairs on my head. They were about a half an inch long, but got shorter at the bottom. The very bottom was smooth to the skin where the barber had carefully shaved me. I turned my head and examined the sides. I touched them, and they too had been shaved a little. The barber had completely shaved my sideburns off, and the area behind my ears. My whole hairline was shaved nice and smooth. It all felt so foreign and different to me. I put the mirror down and I handed the barber a twenty and left. I didn't know what to think of this very short pixie I had just gotten. I was still dazed from being clippered and shaved. What an experience though.

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