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From: dlittle@cyberus.ca (buzz)
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Subject: Story of hair cut(F)
Date: 10 Mar 1996 00:21:11 GMT
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                      ....This cuts for Kev....

I asked my friend Dotty to come over and give my hair a trim, but I ended up 
with more than a trim. You see this is what happened. Dotty had me sit down 
in the middle of my room, in the dorm. Dotty had studied to be a hairdresser 
during the summer in her mothers shop back in Denver. I sat in the chair and 
Dotty combed my hair straight down. It was a lovely dark red, and hung to the 
base of the chair, I sat in. I told Dotty to cut only about one inch off, so 
that the ends would be cut straight across. We got to talking as Dotty 
skillfully cut the ends of my thirty two inch tresses. I told her that my 
boyfriend Kevin wanted for me to get my hair cut short. When I asked him how 
short, he said in a long mannish style. I asked Dotty, if she would sacrifice 
her hair for a guy. She said that if it pleased him, sure she would. After 
all its only hair. I told her if I permed or colored my hair and something 
screwed up, then I might cut it, but to chop it off. I'd never be that brave. 
Sometimes I told her that I wished it where short, but I couldn't get the 
nerve to ask a hairdresser to cut it. I just couldn't form the words. After 
all, my hair was My hair.
Dotty stopped for a second and I felt her brush my hair starting from the 
top. Then I felt a pulling and heard a freighting sound. Dotty, my favorite 
friend, hacked a large hunk of my hair from the back of my head. I screamed 
and felt where I felt the pulling. I could feel a large bald spot in the 
center of my head, at the back. I screamed at her, demanding to know why she 
chopped a bald spot in my long hair, Tears where in my eyes. Dotty, told me 
she knew I'd never get the guts to cut my hair, so being a friend she decided 
to give me a shot at having short hair. I turned and saw about twenty five 
inches of my lovely long red hair laying on the dorm floor. Thru my tears I 
saw years of my lovely tresses hacked from my head. Dotty was talking, and 
trying to calming me down. She had me sit, in the chair. She said that if I 
wanted she would shorten all the rest of my hair so that I could have a 
shorter style. I stopped crying, and leaned over and picked up my tresses and 
held them in my hands. So long, and pretty. But now their gone. Yeah, go for 
it. Like I have no choice do I Dotty, I heard my self say. Kevin had better 
like this, or I'll
shave him bald, I thought. Dotty said to sit there while she brushed my hair 
out one more time. The feel of the brush being pulled through my long locks 
one last time, made me sad, but I realized soon, I wouldn't have to spend all 
that time trying to dry, and style it. I asked Dotty to bring the large 
mirror over. I wanted to watch my beautiful long hair get chopped off, and 
the new me emerge. Kevin came in the door as Dotty, was just starting to hack 
my long hair off. The look of delight on his face was encouraging, as he 
asked what I was doing. I told him, that Dotty went crazy and hack a large 
hank of my hair off with the scissors, while giving me a little trim. Kevin 
reached over and picked up a hank of my hair off the floor, and asked if he 
could have the cut off hair. I asked him why, then he explained that my long 
hair was sexy, but me with a short cut, would remind him of the love I had 
for him, If I was willing to give up something so lovely for him. Yeah sure, 
he probably has a hair fetish, I thought. I looked in the mirror, and my 
reflection looked funny. My long hair was chopped off, at chin length, all 
around my head. Gee, I wonder if I might have made a mistake, I asked Dotty. 
Dotty said that if I wanted, she would layer the sides so that I had a kind 
of shag. Kevin spoke up and said, go for it hun. I looked again at my 
reflection, and my hair still just hung at one length, yeah go for it Dotty, 
do what ever you think. If I end up bald Kevin, you better still stay with 
me. Dotties, a crazy women with those scissors, I said. Dotty combed my hair 
back from my face using a large comb. She captured my hair between her 
fingers and palmed the comb. The The hair was chopped off like a pro. More 
and more of my hair was cut off emerging soft layers on the side of my head. 
When one side was cut off, Kevin said that maybe Dotty could cut the hair up 
and over my ear, like a guy. Dotty said yeah how about it. I turned my head 
sideways, my shoulders where full of my cut off hair. It fell to my lap. I 
raised my hand up to my head and pulled my hair behind my ears. It looked 
great, they told me. Like I'd believe them, they'd shave me bald if they got 
the chance I thought. Yeah, there right. The contrast between my fair skin, 
and my rich red hair looked good. Buzz it I said. Dottie cut into my 
hairline, and followed the hairline over my ear and behind. I looked in the 
mirror, they were right, I looked good with short hair. Why did I wait so 
long to cut my hair. I told Dottie to get to work and reduce the other side 
of my head to the same length. Then Kevin spoke up and asked if he could Chop 
a piece off. Dotty looked at me, and I shrugged, so Dottie passed the 
scissors to Kevin. He reached up and hacked a large hunk of my hair off  near 
my temple. Dottie tried to stop him, before he chopped to much off, but it 
was to late. Then quickly he started to apologize, but I cut him off. Don't 
worry Kev, Dottie buzz my hair off short. Real short. Dottie asked how come. 
I told her, I've got nothing to loose. Kevin likes short hair, uyou might as 
well go for it. I know I'll look good. With that Dottie started to slash lock 
after lock of my hair real close. Don't touch my bangs Dot, I want them left 
long, after all I don't want to look to wild. Kevin spoke up and said that if 
I wanted, he could ask his room mate for his hand held clippers. I asked 
Dottie what she thought. She said well they will do a better job, and looked 
less chopped. Kevin left to get them, and returned in minutes with them. I 
told him to turn them on and pass them to me. With them buzzing in my hand, I 
maneuvered them up the side of my head. The hair cascaded onto my lap, like 
rain. My shoulders and lap where filled with hair. What a sight to see. I 
reached up and felt the strip of hair left by the clippers, one quarter of a 
inch was all that was left of my long thirty two inch hair. God, I must be 
nuts. I passed the clippers to Dottie, she buzzed up both sides of my head 
and I watched myself get balder and balder. Soon my entire head was buzzed 
except for my bangs. Kevin ran his hands over my liberated skull, Gee how 
sexy I look, Kevin said. I told him it was all his fault, after all if I 
hadn't told Dottie of your desire to see me with my hair cut short....well 
you just wait, and by the way Kevin, don't be in a hurry to return those 
clippers, its your turn next. Kevin nervously played with my long chopped off 
hair, as he raised his hand to his own hair.................
THE END
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