Ashley’s first semester away at college consisted mainly of partying and hanging around with new friends that she met at the school, although she occasionally found time to study or do coursework. When Brandon, who was a year Ashley’s senior, started dating her after they met in an introductory Political Science class, it was as if he was being rewarded for twenty years of mediocrity. This girl was a score. Her long legs supported a body that was slender and perfectly toned. Though her breasts weren’t enormous, they complimented the rest of her body ideally. Her tanned complexion emphasized a face marked by big, brown eyes, a winsome nose, and alluring lips that provocatively hid a mouth full of flawlessly straight, white teeth. All of these features were enticed by a jaw line that curved in a manner that made her look more like a super model than a typical pretty face, as well as a head of long, luscious light brown hair highlighted with occasional blonde highlights. Her hair, which went down to the middle of her back, shined in a way that most thought could only occur with the special lighting effects found in a shampoo commercial. Brandon wasn’t so bad himself. He had a handsome face and a noticeable muscle tone, but it was his sense of humor and fun-fulfilled nature that attracted Ashley to him. Ashley always found herself having a good time whenever she was around Brandon.
It was Friday night, and the two of them had just been let out of a late movie. Though Ashley lived in a dormitory, Brandon had a small house that was on the edge of campus. It took Brandon about ten minutes to drive back to his place. As soon as the two of them got out of the car, they started to make out profusely all the while heading towards the house door. They made it inside. Ashley had gotten her hands inside Brandon’s pants, and Brandon was making an attempt to undo Ashley’s bra.
“Ashley, hold on. I have to take a leak, maybe a dump as well.”
Ashley annoyingly halted her suggestive motives as she heard of her boyfriend’s ambitions.
“Alright. Hurry up though.”
“You can watch Deuce Bigolo: European Gigolo while I am on the can. I might be in there longer than the length of the movie, though.”
Ashley had been waiting on the couch for a good ten minutes as Brandon stayed in the bathroom and was beginning to get restless. About a minute later she was up off the couch and took a sharp right in the direction of the bathroom door.
“I’m coming in Brandon.”
She opened the door. Right in front of her was her boyfriend with his pants down sitting on the toilet.
“I’m almost done. I think I drank too much Big Red at the theater.”
“Don’t blame this on Big Red.” Ashley replied. “Your bathroom is a mess. Why do you have all of these cups and razorblades everywhere?”
“I was trying to see whether I had more cups or razorblades. It was a tie.”
Ashley was scurrying throughout Brandon’s stuff. She found mini-shampoo bottles, like the ones you get at hotels, multivitamins, and various dental hygiene products that she couldn’t have been less indifferent to. She was also looking at the various products in his shower and on his bathroom dresser, which included but was not limited to a hair dryer and a pair of hair clippers, both of which were plugged into a wall socket.
“Stop looking at my stuff.”
“I’ve never seen your bathroom before. It’s nice.” She was being seductively passive. “So, do you like cut your hair with those clippers and then dry it afterwards?”
“Yes, obviously. What kind of question is that?”
“So you actually cut your own hair? Not just your pubes?”
“I haven’t cut my own hair lately. I’m trying to grow it for the long hair competition that I’ve entered into. The person with the longest hair gets a free round trip to Fort Wayne, Indiana to see the burial place of Johnny Appleseed.”
“Quit being a smartass.”
“I’m not joking.”
Ashley was toying around with the clippers. She took off the #3 guard and used to her thumb to turn them on. She sound of the clippers startled her and she quickly turned them off.
“Have you never cut your hair with clippers before?” Brandon facetiously asked.
“Of course not.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” Brandon said in rhythm with his squelching glutes.
“Those electric clippers freak me out. I don’t want them anywhere near my hair.”
“Quit being a wimp. I think it would be hot if you shaved your head.”
“You think I should shave my head?”
“Yeah definitely. I don’t think you have the balls to do it though.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” Ashley responded without much hesitation. “Would you still think I was hot if I was bald?”
“I don’t know, probably not. It would be weird having sex with someone whose head looked like a giant penis.”
Ashley turned on the clippers again in a sort of playful protest of Brandon’s remarks. She seductively put the vibrating clippers at the tip of her hairline to get a rise out of him. As she did this, Brandon’s cell phone lodged in his jeans loudly erupted to the tune of “I Run New York” by 50 Cent, which he set on full volume. The noise startled Ashley, who responded by accidentally pushing the clippers back to the top of her head and leaving a white patch of skin. A huge chunk of her hair plummeted to the bathroom floor.
“What the hell did you do that for?”
“Your stupid cell phone startled me.” Ashley said as tears flowed down her cheeks.
“Alright, calm down. I’m sure this can be fixed. You just have to stay calm.”
Ashley was crying severely after looking at herself in the mirror. The huge bald patch on the middle of her head was a dramatic difference from the rest of her hair that was still in place. Brandon flushed the toilet and tried to comfort her. His attempts, however, were overshadowed by Ashley’s shock. The dramatic breeze she felt on her exposed scalp triggered her to panic. Without thinking, she turned the clippers on again and pushed them back on her head. Mounds of hair fell to the ground with each pass, revealing a scalp that was much paler than the rest of her skin tone.
“What are you doing? There was no need to do that. Your hair could have been fixed.”
Ashley’s face was completely red from her bawling. The only hair that she had left was on the back of her head and still flew graciously, but Ashley soon went to work on that as well. Eventually the only thing left of her hair were a couple of patches of long hair that she forgot to shave. Brandon got a hold of the clippers and evened it out for her.
Ashley maintained her state of shock as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her once enviable feature was now scattered below her on the floor in thick piles. She was completely bald, save for a few pieces of vague stubble on her head. She felt a breeze on her head that she had never experienced in her life, as well as a bizarre sensation as she rubbed her hands on her head. The combination of the sensitivity of her scalp and the conditioning of her hands to expect hair on her head felt ticklish and extremely eerie. Though she was distraught, she was still curious about these sensations she was feeling. Being bald revealed her ears and made her facial features look completely different. Neither Brandon nor Ashley recognized who they saw in the mirror.
“What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Brandon was just as shocked as she was. He went from dating the hottest girl on campus to the one with the least amount of hair. One thing was for sure: there was no way she would be able to compete with him in the long hair competition with him.
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