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I woke up this morning and decided that today was the day. Today, I was finally going to get my head shaved. No longer would I have this long, thick hair weighing my head down. Never again would I spend hours curling and straightening and primping hair that I wished wasn't there in the first place. I wanted my head to feel light and cool. I wanted a style that I could maintain by myself easily. What I wanted, was no hair at all. I was ready to go bald! I rose out of bed and put on a cute yellow and green sundress. I decided that I'd rather take a shower when I was freshly shaven, and not waste time washing hair that wouldn't be on my head much longer. Soon, it would be all gone, and I'd have a smooth, clean bare head. Too nervous to eat, I brushed my teeth and headed out. I drove a few miles down the road, to the local barber shop and parked my car. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and ran my fingers through my long auburn hair. I thought to myself, the next time I look in this mirror, I'll be bald! No more hair, just a nice, cool, smooth shaven head.

With my stomach full of butterflies, I got out of my car and walked into the store. It was about 9 o'clock, just after the before-work rush. There was only 1 other customer, an older man, getting his hair cut by the owner. The other 3 chairs were empty. A man looking to be about 45 called, "NEXT." I took that as my cue and walked back to his station. I climbed into the big barber's chair and sunk back in the soft leather.

"What'll it be?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and said confidently, "A headshave please. All off."

"Just to stubble, or shaved smooth?" He asked.

"Shaved smooth." I replied. He nodded, then picked up a large pair of shears and made eye contact with me in the mirror. I looked at myself with mid-back length auburn colored hair one last time, then nodded. The barber put my hair into a ponytail and started cutting. I felt tugging, but a few seconds later my head was suddenly much lighter, and I could feel hair brushing my cheeks. The barber stepped on the crank that made the chair rise, then tore a tissue from a dispenser and wrapped it around my neck. After that he threw a big heavy pinstripe cape over me and tied it tightly around my neck.

I was all set for my headshave now, I thought. It was finally going to happen. The barber took the shears and began cutting chunks of my hair to about an inch long. I sat still as the barber got rid of the bulk of my hair, trying hard to be patient when I just couldn't wait for it to all be gone. Before long, all of my hair was shortened, and the barber put the scissors down.

My butterflies came back as he took a large set of electric clippers off of a hook. He put a plastic guard on them and said, "Since your hair is quite thick, I'm going to clipper it down a bit shorter before I take the guard off. That way it'll be easier for me to buzz it nice and close to the skin before I shave it clean for you."

I nodded, then jumped at the loud POP sound the clippers made when the barber turned them on. He put his hand on my head and pushed it firmly into my chest. My heart was beating fast as the buzzing grew louder with the clippers nearing my head. I felt vibrations on my neck, and a moment later, felt the clippers rising up the back of my head. My nerves calmed as soon as hair started tumbling into the cape covering my lap. Seeing my auburn hair covering the floor around the chair, and feeling the clippers shearing more and more off just reminded me that I was that much closer to being bald! The barber swiftly buzzed the back of my head using long strokes, then he lifted my head up and clippered the sides.

I saw the cli

ppers in front of my eyes and a second later felt them moving back from my forehead. It wasn't long before the barber removed the guard from the clippers. He pushed my head down again, and then I felt cold steel clipper blades on my neck. The barber pushed them upwards, slowly this time. He took long strokes, trimming my hair down to just stubble. With my chin in my chest, I closed my eyes and sat contently while getting clippered. I barely noticed the barber lifting my head up to work on the sides. The cold steel clipper blades felt great as they loudly chewed through my hair. Soon the barber was buzzing the top. Long, slow strokes cropped the rest of my hair down to the skin. All of the hair on my head felt gone, and a moment later, I heard the buzzing stop. The barber hung the clippers up and grabbed a small brush. He dusted my head and neck off, then removed the cape and shook it out.

I looked in the mirror and the only hair left on my head was stubble, while the barber draped a thick white towel around my shoulders. I knew it wouldn't be long now, until I was completely bald! He wrapped a hot towel around my head and went away for a moment. When he came back, he removed the towel and spread hot shaving cream over my whole head. I could hardly contain my excitement, knowing it would be only minutes now until my hair was comletely gone. The barber took a straight razor out of his pocket and flicked it open. He stropped it on the leather strap attached to the chair, and then said, "head down miss." I bent down and sat as still as a statue. Then the barber started to shave me. He started at my nape, and took short quick strokes upward, wiping the blade after each. I could feel the cool air biting into my freshy shaven skin after the hot lather was removed after each stroke. My head got colder and colder as the barber shaved more and more stubble off of my head. But it felt great. He shaved away all of the stubble and shaving cream, then wiped my head with a warm wash cloth, and lathered me up again. He started to shave me a second time, but using long slow strokes now. He pressed the razor firmly against my skin as he shaved me. He ran his fingers over each patch of skin he shaved, to make sure it was smooth. His touch on my newly bare skin gave me goosebumps. I couldn't wait to touch it myself. But I sat still as the barber worked his way around my head, finishing the job of. I watched in the mirror as the last little bits of hair and lather disapeared, then he took another hot washcloth and wiped my whole head down to remove any excess lather. He patted me dry, then put a few drops of oil on my head and rubbed it into my skin, making my new bald head nice and shiny. The barber removed the towel from my shoulders and said, "alright miss there you go, one headshave, all off, just like you wanted." I looked at myself in the mirror. Was that really me in there? Did I really have no more hair on my head? I reached up and touched my head to make sure it wasn't a dream. I grinned when I touched the soft, silky skin that was now free of auburn hair. I couldn't believe it, was finally bald! I felt so light and cool. My head was hairless, bare, smooth and touchable.

I happily paid and tipped the barber and left, rubbing my head the whole way back to my car. I felt fantastic with my freshly shaven head. I looking in the rearview mirror and was ecstatic to see the shaven girl looking back at me. I was truly bald!

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