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  Sophia heard the front door of the house open and close abruptly from the

bedroom, she knew it was Rob, her husband of 5 years. Tonight they were to

go out dancing and drinking with friends. Sofia looked stunning for a woman

of 32 years. Somewhat petite,olive colored skin large DD breasts, hourglass

figure, full pouty lips, and larger hips that she liked to squeeze into her

tight jeans at every opportunity. To complete the look she had exceptionally

long thick curly chestnut locks flowing down her back to just at the waist.

People always told her she had a striking resemblance to Sofia Vergara the

latina pin-up girl (whom she always idolized).

  Rob brisked through the bedroom with little acknoledgement to Sofia "You

ready, we've got to meet them at the bar in a half hour?" "Yes dear", as she

squeezed into her knee high black stilletto boots, she thought went so well

with her painted on jeans. The ride to the bar passed rather uneventful,

with little talk between them. Sofia longed for some excitement back in

their life. When they arrived the music was pumping, but the other couple

they were meeting had not arrived yet, so they decided to wait at the bar

and have a drink. Rob's foot was bouncing to the beat at breakneck speed

when Sofia heard "Rob how are you?" Rob didn't reckognize the tall blonde

standing in front of him for a second, and then it dawned on him

"Christina?". "Yes!". "Wow you look great, so different! When did you cut

your hair?" Rob said grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, last year I just got

tired of the endless hours in front of the mirror, blowdrying and stuff.

Doyou want to dance I love this song?" She asked Rob with asparkle in her

eye." uh yeah sure" said Rob "Oh yeah Sofia do you mind? Christina this is

my wife Sofia." "Oh sorry I didn't know." said Christina."No,no, go have

some fun we're waiting for some others anyway" "Thanks, hon" Rob gave Sofia

a peck on the cheek and headed to the dancefloor. Sofia thought Rob could

never be interested in this girl more than her anyway, Tall, slim with very

closely cropped hair. Though Sofia did admit it suited her soft almost

angelic features.

  Sofia went to the ladies room to check her makeup. When she returned much

to her concern she saw Rob grinding up on Christina , and her sucking on and

whispering in his ear. She didn't mind the dancing but this was over the

line! She ran up and put her hand between them "Get off him he's my husband,

you witch!" "Forget it go have a drink." Christina said pushing Sofias hand

away. This quickly turned into shoving between the two as Rob was pulled

away by onlookers. The two ended up wrestleing and flailing about, till

Christina grabbed a large handful of Sofias hair. What happened next could

not be foreseen. " Let go of my hair you butch" Sofia said lifting one of

her 3 inch stilettos and jabbing it into Christinas leg opening a gapeing

wound to Christinas leg. The cops were now inside the bar and an ambulance

was called to tend to Christinas badly bleeding leg.

  It all happened so fast now Sofia found herself back a the police station

answering questions as honestly as she could. Where was Rob? she thought.

Despite her protests she would be charged with agravated assault, released

till her trial date 2 weeks hence.

  Sofia and Rob showed up at court with a highly respected lawyer from the

local area, that cold October morning. Asking what she could expect if

pleading guilty (which her lawyer recommended), "Likely a slap on the wrist,

he'd be going for no jailtime, community service maybe." She reluctantly

agreed to the plea, and now awaited her fate. Her judge that day Adams, was

fairly new to the bench and eager to try out different forms of rehab.

  "Sofia I feel you are truly remorseful for what has happened, but you

also must pay your debt to society. Last month I sentenced a young lady not

unlike yourself to the Central State Military Boot Camp. I feel it taught

her alot. You will do the same for 16 weeks, effective today."  "What is

that...What is that" Sofia said her voice cracking with worry. "It's a state

run military school. You will learn leadership, accountability, and teamwork

with your fellow recruits."  Well at least it wasn't the harsh coldness of

jail, that she so dreaded, and besides she could stay in shape at this

facility, in place of her daily pilates classes. She could remember from her

youth a rather rigid but nice lady, who worked on a military base, her long

locks seldom let down from a tightly wound bun. Sofia was able to give Rob a

quick hug, "See you soon!" tears welling up in her eyes. She would be picked

up by the bus in 15 minutes at noon, for her journey to boot camp.

  The white and green school type bus pulled up to the back of the

courthouse, and a large formidable looking military guard hoped off the bus,

screaming " Let's go ladies, go go go" There were 5 other ladies in the same

boat as Sofia and she was almost tripping over them to get on the bus

(wearing the same stiletto boots from that fateful night). "Are you special

sweetheart?" she screamed " no" Sofia capitulated. "Let's go" she whispered

in Sofias ear this time while looking down her tight lowcut white blouse,

"Mmm DD's I guess?"as she pulled her long locks tight down her back. Sofia

moved quickly to the back of the bus, every seat full on the way with

somewhat sad, distant looking women, all of whom paled in comparison to her

beauty. The bus ride was only an hour but seemed an eternity, no one talking

or making eye contact.

  As the bus pulled up to the huge gray building, with a huge yard, Sofia

could see 30 or 40 recruits, running with a drill instructor, way of in the

distance their bald shaven heads glistening in the afternoon sun. Must be a

split facility between male and female she thought. She hoped the women

would be kept well away from the men, who knew what they'd be capeable of!

  The bus was offloaded of it's 44 women as quickly as it was boarded,

complete with shouting and verbal abuse." You'll all wait here to be

processed individually!"a male guard shouted. The line stretched down a

narrow flourecent lit hall but was moving at a reasonable pace. Sofia

decided to try and make small talk with a slightly older lady in front of

her as she was the last in line. "Will they keep us away from the male

inmates?" she whispered softly. "What male inmates?" she whispered back. " I

saw some doing drills out in the yard." Sofia said. "This is a womans boot

camp, exclusively. Those were other female inmates we saw out in the yard!"

Just then a male guard bolted from up the hall "Do you want to be next?" he

shouted in Sofias direction, Sofia didn't know what to say the fear was

paralyzing her now. "Oh you'll be fun." he said with a smile as he rubbed

some of her long thick locks between his fingers. Sofia kept telling herself

it couldn't be true but deep down she knew in a few minutes ALL her long

luscious curls would be shorn off!  As she got closer to end of the hall she

could her the odd shout of "SIT DOWN", and "TAKE IT ALL OFF", between a

distinct buzzing sound like a bumblebee hive. She could feel it in her

ankles now. In what seemed like mere seconds she was second in line now, she

was extremely apprehensive holding her long locks to her breast, she peered

around the corner, seeing a very young guard sweeping a large pushbroom of

an enormous pile of blonde, red and brunette hair towards several large

rubish bins. The tears were starting to flow freely now causing her makeup

to run. "Go collect your uni" she heard a guard yell, then seeing a woman

run from the exit of the room holding her bare, stark, bald head. "Next" she

knew the last call would be hers. "Next as she saw another bald head exit

the room.

  Sofia took a deep intense breath as she stepped into the room. She saw

three men in white traditional barber outfits, smiling 3 fairly large red

barbershop chairs (not the nice pink or purple ones she was used to at her

salon), and 3 large sets of electric shears, she had seen used on sheep

before, hanging by their cords from the cieling.No familiar smell of

shampoo, hair product or mirrors. "Well my god boys were gonna flip for this

one", the one on the left said, completely ignoring the half shorn blonde in

his chair. " No you don't I'm the senior man, she's all mine" the one in the

middle said. The other 2 knew he had them beat and agreed. She was shaking

and shivering in her boots now. The others requested him to wait for them so

they could watch. "Sure I'll share with ya" he said. Sofia heard the 2 pairs

of clippers fire up and watched in disbelief as row after row of blonde

locks came off the others in about 30 seconds. As the 2 (former) blondes

left the room the barber said "I think this one calls for the mirror, pass

it over boys" One barber set up a large tall mirror in front of the middle

chair. "Center stage my dear, step right up". As she took the first step he

said "I love those boots honey, you know who you look like? That Spanish

Sofia movie star girl". The other 2 nodded in agreement. "No I'm just Sofia,

that's all" she said. As one of the others went for a cape he said " No, no

cape for this cut, I want to see all those dark locks falling down her

chest! We'll call it a star is shorn, I guess won't we honey?.....Well

center stage sweetie let's go!" Each step she took toward the chair felt

more heavy till her arrival. "Sit down" he whispered in her ear. She knew

she had to willingly or they would make her. She sat down crying slightly

knowing her fate. The barber tugged on her long curls "Any special requests

today honey?"  " Just a trim?" she said softly with a hopeful look in her

teary eyes. "Oh I would if I could but I only have these!" showing her the

large steel bare ended clippers. Sofia shrugged her shoulders, as if to say

go ahead it's inevitable. The barber fired up the clippers as he shook out

Sofias crowning glory vigorously." I'm glad these are top of the line, to

shear through this beautiful mess!" Sofia was in a daze now staring straight

ahead to the mirror. He brought the clippers up to her cheek buzzing quite

loudly. "Well quick and painless... or slow and drawn out?"  "Quick!" Sofia

said tersely. Almost as quickly he shot the clippers straight down the

center of her head as she struggled briefly, her head firmly in his grasp.

Upon the second pass she became more limp and lucid likely knowing

sub-conciously to capitulate,nothing could be changed now. Row after row of

hair was being shorn now, offering little to no resistance to the high

powered machine. The hair was falling all over her chest some sticking to

her teary eyed face. The barber held up the locks in back while pumping up

the chair higher. " I'm getting lost under here" he said "Oh there it is!"

everytime the shears made another appearance. 60 seconds might have passed

(an eternity to Sofia). and he said " Last of the Mohicans honey" taking off

the very last long strip. Sofia could not see through the clumps of hair now

truly acting as a mop, stuck to the tears she had shed. She could feel the

weight of the freshly shorn locks in her lap, some hair resting on her crisp

white blouse, and between her large round breasts, the rest of the curls

hitting the floor in a tangled heap surrounding the chair. " Well now I've

turned what was a real mess into quite the cleanup haven't I ? Grab me the

duster boys so I can clean her up!" Sofia could now really feel the breeze

of that October day, coming through a partially open window, on her soft

supple bare scalp,as she sniffled a few times to clear her airway." Hmm,hmm,

all gone....yeah,yeah, bye bye" she could hear the barber singing softly as

she felt him brushing her silk smooth scalp, continuing to the nape of her

neck, she could hear the curls faintly sliding down the back of the chair.

She firmly closed her eyes as he dusted the thick clumps of hair from her

nose cheeks and eyes, not wanting to ever open them again. "Ta Da" the

barber said "The new and improved military recruit Sofia!" As she

reluctantly opened her eyes she noticed her bare stark white scalp, compared

to the rest of her olive tinted skin, touching it briefly with her left

hand, it felt smooth as silk. Most of her makeup had washed away amongst the

tears and locks of hair. She did still have some of her bright cheery red

lipstick on, and could now really notice her pronounced pouty full lips, and

the shape of her beautiful ears. As she stood up from the barber chair she

felt a mass of curls slide down her tight jeans landing on her stilettos

below. The young guard began sweeping around her feet, and the chair

eventually committing her long locks to the comunal pile at the back of the

room." See you in a week sweetie, we need to keep you nice and smooth for

your entire 16 weeks with us!" As she seemed to inexplicably strut from the

room with her head held high, Sofia shook out the remaining long curls from

her blouse, as they felt almost dirty to her now. The barber who just

freshly cropped her top felt aroused as he listened to her tall black boots

make music on the floor.......

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