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Six months had passed since that fateful day in Pete's Barber Shop, but my hair had not changed. I'd stupidly thought that once Kat had completed her punishment things between us would get back to normal. Again I was wrong. On the day that Kat had had my hair shaved to an extreme high and tight, she had also purchased a set of clippers from the drugstore. It had now become a Friday night ritual to cut my hair, cropping the top with a number one guard and shaving completely the back and the sides. I still hated it but had grown more used to it and now accepted that this was my look. Kat relished our Friday's and shaving my hair turned her on big time. After shaving we'd fuck passionately and then have a shower together before getting dressed and going out to a club or to dinner. My clothes hadn't changed either - it was always regulation polo shirts, narrow jeans and Doc Marten boots - I now had four different pairs of these. All of this was at Kat's instruction - the clothes I had worn prior to THAT day she had mostly given away to charity shops. I got strange looks wherever I went but Kat was insistent that it didn't matter and all that did was that she loved me as I was.

Despite our passionate sex, our relationship had changed. I was no longer as deeply in love with Kat as I had been - her cruelty had changed things between us forever. I still had feelings for her but I was growing more and more unhappy as time passed. Since the day of the change, my confidence had diminished and the vivacious, bubbly personality that I'd once had was almost totally gone. Since that initial extreme haircut, I'd become the butt of jokes at work, and earned the nickname `G.I. Jen'. The first week afterwards had been horrible - people had laughed openly at my new look, others had sniggered behind my back and on more than one occasion I'd been referred to as `the butch lesbian'. Most people now thought I had some sort of weird fetish, and most just treated me with complete disdain. I'd lost all my energy and enthusiasm and my work was suffering as a result. I'd often find myself crying in the toilet cubicles and I could no longer bear to look at myself in the mirror.

Kat on the other hand was positively flourishing. Our roles had changed and now she was the flirtatious one. She'd often taunt me at parties with the remark "funny how nobody flirts with you now - lucky you've still got me."

Kat had grown in confidence and in terms of our relationship was now much more dominant. She made the choices, took the decisions and was very firmly in charge. At work she was doing well also and had recently been promoted. On the night of her promotion she'd allowed me to wear some of my old clothes to go out and celebrate with her. However, it was back to normal the following day and on with the polo shirt again. At times I felt I was shrinking into myself but I couldn't see any way out.

One Friday night, Kat came home very excited and announced that in four weeks time she'd be travelling to Europe to make a series of presentations for her company. She'd been chosen for this above three other people and that this would be a major step forward for her career. She would be away for three and a half weeks. I was very happy for her but I was even happier at the prospect of three and half weeks on my own. I could hardly wait for her trip to arrive. We fucked passionately that night, but for the first time in six months I'd made it through a Friday evening without having my hair cut. In fact Kat was so obsessed with getting her presentations right, she spent every waking moment on them and I managed to make it through the entire four weeks with no hair cut. The weeks passed quickly and suddenly it was the day of her trip.

I drove her to the airport on a Monday morning and as we said our goodbye's I felt as excited as a giddy teenager. With a spring in my step I jumped in the car and drove in to town. Unknown to Kat, I'd arranged to take the rest of the week off work and my first thoughts were on a bit of light shopping. It was a fantastic morning - I bought a cropped top, a short burgundy skirt and an expensive pair of boots, changing into each of them as I bought them. I couldn't help but notice as I changed my clothes that my hair was longer than it had been for some time - though still brutally short. I knew I'd have to ditch these new clothes before Kat returned but it was just so good to feel feminine again, even if for only a short time. I stopped off for a coffee at an Italian deli, sitting at a table outside and watching the world go by. Life was good again.

I spent a few more hours shopping, trying out new lipsticks and browsing around clothes stores. Lost in my thoughts, I took a left turn and there facing me across the street was the scene of my haircut humiliation - Pete's Barber Shop. My first urge was to turn and run, but curiosity got the better of me. Very slowly I found myself moving towards it, curious to see if it had changed any, and whether `she' was still there. As I drew nearer, the memories of that hurtful day rushed back and it was surreal to glance in the window and see her sitting in exactly the same position as she had been that day - leaning back in the big barber's chair, and reading a magazine. Without even realising, I found that I'd opened the door and had ventured into the shop. I had to know if she remembered me - if she'd had any idea what she had done. She said "Hi - come on in - I'm Gina. Are you having your haircut today." With that she rose from the chair and began walking towards me.

She hadn't recognised me -yet, but as she got closer I could almost see her mind turning over in trying to place me. My hair was a bit of a giveaway and finally I could see the recognition in her eyes as the memories came rushing back. " Why you're the little skinhead - almost didn't recognise you without your butch clothes on. You here to clean up that Jarhead?"

I could feel my face and neck reddening and the stinging sensation at the back of my eyes. I had nothing to say to this woman - in fact I had no idea what I was doing here. As a single tear rolled down my face, I managed to mouth "you bitch" before turning my back and heading for the door. I wanted to get away from here as fast as possible.

I'd half-opened the door when she suddenly shouted "wait - please. I'm sorry." I turned back around and watched as she moved towards me. As she got closer she reached out her hand to me and said " I'm sorry - for what I said just now and what happened before when I cut your hair. I felt so bad about that afterwards. Any chance we can start again - you look like you could use a friend?"

I hesitated, then closed over the door and reached out and shook her hand " I'm Jenny, you probably don't remember my name - I certainly remember yours Gina."

She smiled at me and said "good to meet the real you Jenny - I really am sorry for that day. I don't know what got into me - well actually I do. Why don't I close up for an hour and we can talk - d'you fancy a coffee?"

I nodded and Gina pulled down the blinds and locked the door. She went in the back and returned with two frothy cups of coffee. "You mind if I smoke" she asked " I don't normally smoke in the shop but I could really use a cigarette?"

I nodded again and she lit up. I was reminded again just how attractive she was as I studied her up and down. She broke the silence by saying " so tell me, what made your girlfriend do that to you?"

Over the course of the next two hours I unburdened my soul to Gina. For over six months I'd been holding my emotions in check and now they burst forward like water through a hole in a dam. I talked and talked, occasionally stopping to cry or collect my thoughts, and Gina listened attentively, stopping at times to put her arms around me and hug me to her chest. She rubbed my back and my head, and this time her touch was ever so gentle. So much so, that I was becoming aroused. She couldn't believe that Kat had been so cruel, having assumed on the day, that Kat had caught me sleeping around and cheating with someone else. "I've been cheated on before" smiled Gina " so I thought I knew exactly what she was going through and that's why I was so cruel to you - I'm just so ashamed of how I treated you. What kind of person is she - you flirted with someone and she turned you into a guy - I just can't believe it. I'm really sorry honey."

She wrapped her arms around me again as I began to cry once more. Through my tears I looked her in the eye and said the words that I'd been thinking for a number of months " I don't know what to do - I still have feelings for her, but I don't think I can live with her anymore."

"Then don't - there's nobody forcing you Jenny. In fact if you'd let her go that day, then none of this would have happened. Relationships fall apart all the time - you need to be yourself, wear your own clothes, grow your hair, become an independent person again. You've got beautiful features - you know you're attractive, and all you have to do is make the break." With a grin she said " I'll even help you burn those butch clothes if you want - it's probably the least I can do." With that we both burst out laughing. " On a serious note", she continued, "Kat is trying to control you and you shouldn't let that happen. If she loved you and respected you then she'd let you live your life the way you wanted - I think you really need to break it off. Not unless you want to spend the rest of your life looking like an extra from Full Metal Jacket."

Her sense of humour was infectious and it was so great to be laughing uproariously again.  Before I realised what I was doing I had pulled her towards me and was kissing her passionately on the lips. We broke apart and she kissed me on the forehead. "We can do that later, but for now we need to make sure we've got you sorted out. How do you feel about ending it with her."

" I suppose I've been thinking about it for a while, but I just didn't have the courage to take that final step. I really was beginning to feel depressed so deep down I suppose I knew it was over. I still don't know how I'll tell her - I don't think she'll take it too well."

"Then don't tell her - go home, pack your things, have a butch burning ceremony and leave - let her come home to an empty apartment and she'll soon get the message. You can talk to her later after you've made the break. In the meantime, I've got a spare bedroom if you want to stay with me for a while or I'll help you find your own place. I still feel bad about my part in this so I'd like to help you out if I can. I'd even offer to fix up your hair, but there's not much of it to fix up."

I rubbed my hand over my bristly scalp - "you mean I can't have a perm then" and we both laughed again.

She was staring at me intently " you know, there is something you can do" she said  - "a symbolic gesture if you like, that is if you are making a clean break of it. I've known women to have done this before."

"Done what before?"

"Shaved it - totally. Just taken it all off as a way of liberating themselves from the past. Wouldn't look a great deal different from what you have now, but it would be a way of making a fresh start, and you could start growing it out to whatever style you want afterwards."

I wandered over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. Even with four weeks of growth, my scalp was still visible through the stubble on my head. For six months the back and sides of my head had been shaved totally clean each week, so the only difference really would be in taking down the 3mm of stubble on top to bare scalp. The word `liberation' was echoing round in my head. I wanted to be free again, and having made my decision I turned to Gina and said "do it - shave it all off."

"Only if you're sure honey - you don't have to if you don't want to. It was just a suggestion."

"No, I want to. Besides, a shaved head has got to look better than this Jarhead look! Do it Gina - liberate me."

"It'll be my pleasure Jenny - hop up into the chair and make yourself comfortable. You know, lots of women look good with a bald head. If you've got the right facial features - and you have - and with the right clothes and makeup you can look stunning."

"I'll take your word for it" I whispered as I climbed into the chair.

Gina wrapped the black cape around me, and I watched as she removed a guard from the end of the clippers. "Never thought I'd see you sitting in my chair again" she said as she brought the clippers up to my forehead. "I'll make this as quick as I can."

The clippers made short work of my stubble, and just as in my previous visit, my hair began hitting the cape. The clippers worked fast and soon there was only the very finest of hair remaining on my head. Gina wrapped my head in a warm towel, massaging my shoulders as she waited for it to soften the bristles on my head. I closed my eyes with pleasure as her hands worked over me, moving slowly downwards towards my breasts. She stopped suddenly and removed the towel from my head. Getting some lather from the machine on the counter, she rubbed it slowly and gently over my scalp. Everything about this haircut felt much more sensual and I could feel my nipples hardening against the cotton fabric of my top. Gina had started with the razor and was making slow, steady strokes across my scalp. I couldn't believe that I was having my head shaved and enjoying it. I closed my eyes again, sinking into the chair as Gina continued her work, removing the last of my hair. Having shaved me once, she lathered my head again and took the razor to it a second time. I felt wonderful, sitting in the chair with my eyes closed, and Gina caressing the razor over my head.

Soon it was over, and having wiped me down with a towel, she massaged my scalp with the menthol smelling lotion. For a moment it stung, but this was soon replaced with a cooling sensation. Gina continued to rub and rub at my head, and I didn't want her to stop. Finally she did, and with a flourish swept away the cape. I looked at my image in the mirror, and a girl with a shiny bald head stared back at me. Though not a great deal different from my previous haircut in this chair, the removal of the stubble on top, had taken away a lot of the harshness, and there was a certain femininity about me. I rubbed my hands over it, and this time it felt sensational. I knew I wouldn't stay bald, but right now, I felt good about myself - more than that, it was just as Gina had described - I felt liberated.

Gina had moved behind me and I felt her hands on my shoulders again. With my newly shaved head I turned to face her and mouthed only two words - "kiss me." She gave me that smile, kissed me passionately on the lips, then slowly whispered in my ear "why don't you take off your clothes....?!"

To cut a long story short, I stayed with Gina that night, and we spent hours exploring each other's bodies, and drifting in and out of sleep. She had to work next day, but she closed early again and we went shopping together. We became close friends but didn't get together as a couple for many more months - I just didn't feel ready to rush into another relationship. I found my own place and moved out before Kat returned. I think she had half expected it and surprisingly we did remain friends. My hair has mostly grown back and is at collar length now. I'll never shave it again - but I do often sit in Gina's barber chair, laughing and joking with my new soul mate I haven't worn a polo shirt since my return to Pete's Barber Shop.

And I never did get an answer to a question that had bugged me since that very first day - Gina just tapped her nose and gave a short laugh each time I asked - "in the name of your shop, who the fuck is Pete"?!!!

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