Friday, 11 April 2014

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Story no 1: Summer Shave 2013 by Vazu
Story no 2: Bet Head shave by Karan
Story no 3: HS, just 4 months prior my bro's wedding! by Harsha
Story no 4: A bob is what made it all happen by Jay
Story no 5: The clean top by Mike
Story no 6: My First Head Shave by Anonymous
Story no 7: Sudden Headshave by Krish
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Thursday, 10 April 2014

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Story no:7 # Sudden Headshave by Krish


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Name: Krish
Subject: Sudden Head shave

Story
                 I am 22 yr aged guy ,having long hair just i kept this cut after the influence of captain jack sparrow i was maintaining my hair. I never allow anyone to touch my hair. I was so much attached with my hair. But one day everything came to an end. My uncle ringed me and said that my grandmother passed away, my mom, dad and I soon went to the village. The 10th day i.e daskarm day came, it is the day in which all the male relatives in the family should shave their head. First of all I refused ,and my parents also agreed and supported me, but the villagers never allowed and they told it is a custom and I should be shaved. After hearing this I tried to run away to some other village but soon my cousins were told to find me and bring me to village in shaved head.
                 One of cousin found me and told me that villagers finally agreed with u and brought me to all other cousins. Then he gave a loud laugh and told that I am fooled. All were in shaved head expect me. I tried to run away but soon my elder hold my hair and grabbed me. I cried but they didn't listen. He pushed me to the village barbershop. It was not a shop but was his house and was cutting hair at the corridor of his house. They pushed me towards the barber and told him that "isse fatafat mundan karo,ek bhi bal bachna chaiye",as the barber saw me as crying he denied that he will not shave me. But my cousin said the name of uncle who is panchayath leader and told that it is his order. The barber finally agreed. He looked at my face and said "You are now looking like a girl with that shaggy long hair, in 5 min you will be a boy. But I started shouting like anything, so the barber told my cousin to take me to lake side and he would come with blade. They took me and brought near the lake and told me to sit quietly but I was trying to run away. They forcefully removed my dress and made me nude to avoid me running away from there. Everybody was laughing at the nude me. I hide myself behind a huge bush, soon the barber came and asked for me. They told "woh raha nanga use aise sekh sikhau ki itna saf mundan karna ki mahina tak bal hi nai aaye".
He told "ok" and came near to me, I was weeping there, he said "bhachha mundan karwa le,ek mahine me bal aa jayenge". He soon asked my cousin whether  he can start shaving, my cousin replied saying "OK".
              The barber saw the feelings in my face and he asked whether it is the first time for me. And he asked whether to start or not. I took courage and gave signal for him to start. He poured bowl of water onto my head and he massaged for sometime. He said that "your hair is so nice sir" and he started by bending my head. He placed the razor on the middle of the head and started moving. I felt the cooling breeze which touches my head. He slowly moved my head towards my right side and a lump of hair fall onto my lap, he turned my head towards my left side and he did the same. It took just for a few minutes to complete the task.
            Tears came out of my eyes but I stopped them. At last the barber said that headshave is completed and he gave me the mirror to see my head without hair and it was wonderful to see the new face in the mirror.I was very much embarrassed with my bald head. Soon my cousin came inside and laughed on me , I went to village and got adjusted with my new haircut. Now i have 2 inches long hair, and I wish for another head shave. 

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Story no:6 # My First Head Shave by Anon


This is a story submitted an anonymous reader. Thank you for your effort.

Name: Anonymous
Subject: My First Head Shave

Story

This is my story on how I became a baldie a few weeks ago.
I had been living with my mum and just seeing my dad at the weekends and occasionally one evening in the week. My relationship with my mum was not very good. We were constantly arguing about little things and she eventually told me that she wanted me out. My dad had always said that I could live with him if I wanted so I moved in. I did not change school so I did not lose any of my mates.
One Monday morning I finished styling my faux hawk hairstyle and went to meet Barry who I always walked to school.
After waiting about five minutes I saw Barry walking along with his hood up over his head.
Didn't think it was that cold to put a hood up. I thought to myself.
Morning!. Barry said as he arrived next to me.
Okay Barry, why the hood up? I asked, as we started to walk to school. You know I said I was getting a haircut on Saturday. Barry said.
Yeah, and I joked about you getting a buzzcut. I replied.
Well I didn t get a buzzcut, but went real short. Barry replied as he pulled his hood back to reveal his shaved head.
Oh man that s awesome! I exclaimed as I rubbed his head.
Yeah, its cool. Barry replied.
What made you lose it? I asked.
My brother was doing one of his mates and they said they would bung me twenty quid if I became a baldie. Barry told me. Before I knew it I was sitting there losing my faux hawk.
Wish I had been there to see it. I told Barry.
It happened so quick I didn't have time to call you. Barry told me.
We arrived at school and went to our classes and arranged to meet up at lunch.
The whole of that morning I could not concentrate on the lessons. I was just thinking of Barry with his bald head. Before Barry had got his head shaved I was planning to ask my dad if I could go bald for the summer the same as my dad was. My dad has been shaving his head for over 2 years now. Now that Barry had got his head shaved I was thinking of asking when I got in that afternoon.
Lunchtime finally arrived and I met Barry in our usual spot and sat down for lunch. We were joined by our mates Paul and Chris who both had the same faux hawk cut as me.
Are you going for the bald look? Chris asked.
Thinking about it. I Replied.
I m going to wait until my cousins wedding. Paul told us.
Why wait until then? Chris inquired.
Because I hate his religious mum and sister, and he has a boring cut, so I shall go bald on the day and see how they like it. Paul replied.
I might go bald at the end of term. Chris told us.
You will be bald before that. Barry told him.
After school finished for the day I met up with Barry again to walk home.
Are you planning on keeping the bald head? I asked.
Yeah, at least until the end of September. Barry replied.
I m going to ask my dad to shave my head at the weekend. I told Barry.
My brother will do it for you if he doesn't. Barry said.
If my dad won t do it then I will let him do it. I told Barry.
When we got to the top of my road I told Barry that I would let him know what my dad decided.
It seemed ages before my dad arrived home. He was moaning about the traffic and how it seemed to get worse. I got the tea out of the oven and we sat down to eat it. Dad, I want my head shaved on Saturday. I told him.
You want your head shaved? My dad asked, rather surprised.
Yes, and if you don t do it Barry s brother will. I replied.
What s made you want you head shaved? My dad asked.
My mate Barry had his done, and I want mine done. I told my dad.
I ll have to think about it. My dad told me.
Well don t think to hard because I definitely getting it shaved on Saturday. I said. What if you decide you don t like it? My dad continued.
It will grow out, more than yours does. I retorted.
Give it a few years you will go naturally bald. My dad told me.
I realised my dad was right. He started to lose his hair at 25 and his brother even earlier. So I will be bald at 14 then. I said.
Without me knowing that night my dad posted on the buzzboard and Wyatts clip board to see what reaction he could get about me having my head shaved.
The next morning all I could get out of my dad when I asked if he had made his mind up was You will have to wait and see.
Well I ve chucked my hair gel. I told my dad.
I can see that you haven t spiked it today. He replied.
Yeah, so that shows I m serious about having it shaved on Saturday. I said as I picked up my rucksack.
Wait and see what I decide. My dad told me.
I met Barry at the usual place and noticed that he had fine stubble on his head.
Thought you were shaving your head? I asked Barry.
My brother is away on a course and my dad won t do it. Barry told me.
Why not do it yourself? I inquired.
I m not that confident at the moment. Barry told me.
I told my dad last night that I wanted the shaved head. I said to Barry.
What did he say? Barry asked.
That he would think about it. I replied.
Offer is still there with my brother. Barry told me.
If my dad says no then I will be there. I replied.
As we got to school Barry reminded me that he was on a school trip that afternoon and was not back until Friday.
The rest of the week was murder for me. My dad still would not let on if he was going to shave my head on the Saturday. I kept on and on at him to see if I could get any idea if the answer was going to be yes, but all he would say was wait until Saturday and find out.
When I got out of school Friday I made my way home and was determined to get an answer out of my dad about what was going to happen the next day. When I switched my mobile phone on it came up with a message from my dad saying that he was going for a couple of beers with his mates and would see me later. He s determined to keep me waiting until tomorrow. I thought to myself.
Just after I had finished tea I got a text message from Barry asking if I wanted to go and have a game on his play station.
I sent one back saying I was on my way. When I arrived Barry s dad answered the door and told me that he was upstairs. I got to the top of the stairs where I saw Barry sitting on a stool in the bathroom with his brother, who was putting shaving foam on Barry s head.
Hi... be about five minutes. Barry told me.
Yeah okay then. I replied.
I hear you want to become a baldie. Mick said as he started to shave Barry s head.
Yeah, tomorrow hopefully. I replied as I watched Mick continue shaving Barry.
Well I m your man if your dad doesn't do it. Mick told me.
Thanks I ll remember that. I told Mick.
When Mick had finished I went into Barry s room and we went on his play station for a while before I decided to go home in preparation for my own head shave the next morning.
My dad was already in by the time I got home and in bed so I didn't get to ask about getting my head shaved the next day. I must have woken every hour that night. I kept checking the time and then dozing off again. I eventually fell asleep properly about five in the morning.
The next morning I woke suddenly and saw the time was nine o clock. I jumped out of bed and quickly dressed. As I walked out of my bedroom Barry was standing there with a camera in his hand.
I believe you asked for a haircut. Barry said.
Yeah, I want my head shaved. I replied.
Well we a spare appointment if you would like to walk this way. Barry said pointing towards the bathroom.
My heart jumped as I realised that I was going to get my head shaved. I walked into the bathroom with my stomach knotting up but also getting excited at the prospect of being a baldie. In the bathroom my dad was standing with a pair of cordless clippers in his hand. I sat down and put a towel that was on the stool over my shoulders.
How would sir like his haircut? My dad asked with a big grin on his face.
Shaved bald! I replied excitedly.
With saying that Barry took photos all round of my hair.
Ready to say goodbye, or do you wish to reconsider? My dad asked.
Just get on with the buzzing. I told him.
With that my dad turned the clippers on and took the first swipe straight down the centre. I looked in amazement as my dad deposited my hair in my lap, it must have been at least three inches long. My dad quickly carried on taking my hair down to mere stubble. The whole time Barry was taking photos for a website we were going to work on. When my dad turned off the clippers I couldn't believe the difference. I looked totally different and I couldn't wait for the final look. My dad wet my head and put the shaving foam on and left it for a few minutes before starting to shave my head with the grain. Afterwards he put more shaving foam on and shaved with the grain for a really smooth finish.
Like it? My dad asked.
It s awesome! I exclaimed as I rubbed my head.
You look real cool. Barry said.
When did you decide that I could have my head shaved? I asked.
The day after you asked me I got in touch with Barry to arrange it. My dad told me. You knew all along? I asked Barry.
yeah, I had trouble keeping it a secret. Barry replied with a grin.
If you want to stay bald I will teach you how to shave your head. My dad told me. No way am I growing my hair for the time being. I replied.
Barry and I made our way into town to meet Chris and Paul. I must have looked in nearly every window at my new look and a lot of people were looking at us. Paul and Chris were already waiting for us and both had a smile when they saw me.
We knew you were getting shaved. Paul told me.
Barry told us on Tuesday but were sworn to secrecy. Chris continued.
I have now been shaving for two months the same as Barry except when we grew it out for a couple of weeks and tried a Mohawk.
Paul got me to shave his head on the day of his cousins wedding as he said he would. Apparently his aunt did not like it at all and would not let hum go in any of the photos.


Chris is set to go bald the middle of this month when school finishes. His brother who is 16 is having his done for charity in a couple of weeks time.




Friday, 4 April 2014

Story no: 5 # The clean top by Mike



This is a story submitted by our reader.. thank you mike for sharing this wonderful experience of yours.

Name: Mike
Subject: THE CLEAN TOP

Story

"Next time I'm gonna shave my head for sure" I said this in my mind after the barber finished doing a medium length haircut. This is not the first time that I'm saying this in my mind. I repeat this oath of mine after every haircut. As you see I always had a desire to shave my head. But I fail to do it always. Bald head, head shaving etc.. always make me elevated. I invited my colleague and friend Einstein to share my apartment for two strong reasons, one reason - he is bald and other - he is a bald gay. Einstein is a fat guy with round head, he shaves his head every single morning from the day he joined my company. The day I met him I realized that I'm also a gay.
           We had a strong relationship for about 6 months, we take advantage of each other every single night. I always get elevated because of his smooth bald head. He never knew my desire to shave head, I was afraid to tell him because he would shave my head at that very moment. Sometimes when he is lazy he ask me to shave his head. One day he asked to shave down his head. While shaving I said "I would also like to shave my head like yours..". He stared at me replied "You look good with you hair... I don't want to see you bald" I was surprised to hear that from him because earlier he compelled me to shave my head but I didn't agree. Our conversion started becoming a confession and at last I told him everything.. about all my desire to shave my head. He was shocked when I said that I was a hair fetish and I loved him for his bald head. After hearing all these he took away the razor from my hands and shaved the remaining himself. I found that he is angry with me. He soon left to office and I didn't go to office that day. That was a hard day for me and I was totally depressed for no reasons. He came late at night, at that time I watching television ignoring him. I saw him breaking a bottle of vodka. He served me a peg with a smile. I took it and gave cheers to him. This was repeated and that day I crossed my limits in the number of pegs. I was too high and was out of control. Later I felt Einstein removing my dress and hugging me, soon I feeling something on my head, something was running through my head and I also heard some buzzing sound in my ears.. I was too high to recognize what was happening. After sometimes I felt my head was drenching and I was feeling cold, there was some masculine smell and I felt like I myself moving towards some darkness.
When I opened the eyes I saw Einstein holding a cup of coffee in front of me. I was in my bed and I found everything normal. I saw him hiding something in his back. I asked him "What happened yesterday and when did I came to bed?" He showed me the mirror which he was hiding. I was terribly shocked to see myself in that mirror. I was BALD with the clean top.. my head was smooth and shinning. I shouted at him and asked "What the hell did you do..??" He replied "Was fulfilling your long desire" and smiled. I realized that he intentionally made me high last night to shave my head. After rubbing my smooth head  I stared at him for a minute and at last gave a smile. He jumped towards me.. hugging me.. rubbing my head and kissed my bald head.

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Thursday, 3 April 2014

Story no:4 # A bob is what made it all happen by Jay


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Name: Jay
Subject: A bob is what made it all happen

Story


Going back 14 years, like others I was a normal student at a not so famous University in the southern part of India. The college days were usual with most of my focus around studies and keeping myself happy by playing in the evenings, watching movies in the weekends, hanging out with friends. Like most boys, I too couldn't resist looking at girls. My eyes also were used to scan around the class and sometimes beyond to look at girls, and at times talk to others about who was the best looking girl.

This was a time when most girls appeared very homely, with traditional dresses. I could still remember that it was only on special occasions such as college cultural or other events when we boys could see girls in denim. Needless to say, girls styled their hair in a very ordinary fashion. Thinking about it today, I would list down the usual styles as - braids and pony's (yes - that's it!!!). The only other thing which differed in every girl was the length and texture of the hair.

First year in the college went by in no time, as very soon, it was time for the end of year exams. Couple of months before the exam, my family had decided to let out the first floor of our house to an internet browsing centre, which was operated by one of our family friends. At a time when internet was in its early years since birth, this internet centre was expected to do a good business, but for some unknown reason, it didn't do that well and was mostly empty. Most of us would have heard about the Chaos Theory, specifically the Butterfly Effect (Wiki would give you more insights about this). On a Tuesday when I was studying for my next exam , I faced with the initial conditions of the Butterfly effect, which till this minute - I believe is the reason behind me having become a hair fetish.

As I was studying, my mother, who was just about leaving to a family friend's house heard the doorbell go off, as she saw a young girl with her father and mother at our doorsteps. The young girl’s father introduced himself and told us that he had visited the internet centre in first floor to check on admission for his daughter in the nearby college. Coincidentally, it was the same college I was studying on & it was the same specialization which the young girl was looking for. At this point, I was still in the room overhearing this conversation. In a dull Tuesday afternoon, after a good meal, it is quite natural to feel sleepy. My dim attention on the study was further weakened by this conversation as my ears concentrating on the conversation. As the conversation went on, the girl's father said that when they were discussing about the admission details as the chap managing the internet centre told about me. The girl's father was hence looking to get some insights about the college and how good it was.

It was at this point that my mom walked into my room and asked me to step out. My mom introduced me and asked me to help them. She had to rush as she had a train to catch. I was left alone to handle the guests, and as the father of the girl introduced me to the girl, i got a chance to make an eye contact. She was about 5 foot 6, medium built, a nice round face, with slightly darker skin complexion. She was wearing denim and shirt. Her hair was different. It was silky smooth, spread out loose and easily reached her mid back. Her hair was neatly cut in a deep U shape, all combed back and secured at the crown with a thin brown toothed headband. It wasn't anything spectacular that brought me goose bumps, but it was kind of strange to see a girl wear her hair loose for the first time. In the hot Indian summer, the ceiling fan was trying its best to run as fast as it can. With the girl seated straight about the fan's edge, the ends of her silky mane was lifting ever so slightly (must have been bone dry, her hair that day). Anyway, back to the conversation, there were questions put to me about the college, about the department, about the area, transport, books, jobs uff.., what not. Although I felt like it was a job interview already, with the girl's father asking all the questions, i did quite well answering all the questions and sealing the deal (which I came to know after a month).

First year exams completed, the short 2 week holiday went by, as college re-opened. It didn't take long, as I saw the same girl now having joined the class. I met her in the computer lab on day-1 after the college re-opened, and the timing of this class was perfect as it was the last session before lunch. Thanks to the newly revised timetable that half of both the second year and first year students of a department attended the lab at the same time. She looked different this day, as I was trying very hard to see her, but was not helped by the fact that the lab was set in a square formation and I & Krishna were facing the opposite sides with our backs facing each other. A quick look at my watch and there was 35 minutes to go in the session. This was one of the longest waits i had in my life. 35 minutes felt like three and a half hours. But finally, the lunch time bell rang as i stood up with my bag and turned back to see her. I couldn't have a formal introduction with her here in the middle of everyone else. As she came near me, I started walking with her. Before talking to her about her new look, i really felt the need of some privacy. I asked her if she was going for lunch, in which case can i join her too. She said sure. She asked me where I do my lunch normally. I never used to go to college cafe, as i took her to a quieter area, besides the parked college buses. I had discovered this area a few months ago when i was wandering around the college in the hunt of a place where i can sit down and relax my mind for a few minutes during the break. My earlier hunt now came handy. This area was in a corner where 3 of the college buses were parked. Behind the bus's, were a series of trees providing a good deal of shade. Under the tree were old concrete columns which were handy to sit down.

We both sat and opened our lunch, as i took a moment to see her new avatar in full and in a quiet atmosphere. First of all, she was in a traditional Indian dress called the Salwar Kameez. Dull yellow in colour. Her hair was still loose, but unlike how it was a month ago when we first met, it was short. She had got her hair cut into a basic blunt bob just about to her shoulders. It looked fresh, I thought she must have been on the salon chair yesterday. She still had the brown headband on with all her hair pulled back. There was a beautiful inward curl to her bob at the ends. And every time she moved her head, I could see her hair dancing around. This new look was very different, unlike anything I had seen in the past few years. Suddenly I was feeling goose bumps, a bit excited all for reasons I didn't know at that point.

You look nice in this haircut, I started breaking the cloud of silence between us.

Thanks. I was eagerly waiting for someone to tell me that since the morning, Krishna responded.

What followed was a general discussion about us and the college before I stretched out my right hand saying "friends?” She echoed and confirmed the start of our friendship.

That night, I felt very restless, I was often thinking about her, and more importantly her hair. I couldn't understand the reason behind my excitement. It could be because I got to speak freely with a girl for the first time in my life, or maybe it was a feeling caused by her hairstyle.

The next day I college confirmed my suspicions. My eyes were stuck on the windows for most part of the morning hoping to see Krishna cross my class. But my mind also pointed my eyes towards the girls within my class. Suddenly I could feel my focus shifting to their hair. Assessing each and every girl’s hairstyle and my eyes easily spotted two considerable changes. A girl with silky hair mid back up trimmed uncut with virgin ends as seen before the exams now had a neat shoulder length cut with longish bangs. The second girl who had curly hair till waist now appeared to have her hair straightened and trimmed neat. Ohh yes, it must be the hair stuff which is kicking me on, I told myself. And few more days of sleepless nights, spending some time in internet centre specifically browsing about hair, gave me the results which I wanted to see - I am a "hair Fetish".

With the first week after college re-opening have gone by, I saw both Krishna's hair and our friendship grow at a good pace. We became lunch partners, we exchanged our contact details. Over the next few weeks, thanks to more frequent internet hunting, I learnt more and more about hair. i learnt about the bobs, bangs, layers, and other basic cuts. (When I say I learnt, i mean I understood what they were). Krishna used to come to college day in and day out with the same style, most days with the toothed headband on. Some days loose hair. My personal favourite was the one style where she combed all the hair over her right ear back and secured it with a hair-clip behind her right ear. That way, only her hair on the left side flowed loose.

I used to occasionally talk to her about her hair, and she almost every time used to blush when i tell her how cute she looks or how nice her hairstyle is. Months flew by, Krishna's hair grew till about shirt collar length. I was eagerly waiting for when she would cut it short next. The day arrived mid-way through the second year. I used to share most of my books to her since we were introduced. And one such request led her to call me that afternoon @ 2.30 on my mobile:

I have used your books for the assignments now. Shall i return it to you today, Krishna asked?

Sure.., actually, tell you what, my parents are away. I was thinking about stepping out to grab something to eat. So shall i collect it, if you are at home?

Krishna: sure, call me once you are outside.

I was very hungry that day, as i gave priority to food. After my meal, i happened to bump into couple of my other friends as i happened to forget about going to Krishna's house. I finally remembered it at 6.15, and rushed towards her house. Her family lived as tenants in an individual duplex property. i vaguely remembered her telling me once before that she used to live in ground floor. i tried the calling bell several times, but heard no answer. i decided to call her, just as i thought i heard her voice from somewhere nearby. I decided to check upstairs. I knocked the door and the door was answered by a lady. She was in her mid-thirties I think, as she asked me who I was. I told her that I was here to meet Krishna. She asked me to wait for a minute as she disappeared into one of the rooms. Very soon she came out and asked me to come in. Once I was in, this lady secured the door and asked me to follow her. My heart beats were riding high, as even this lady who was directing me to the room appeared to have gorgeous hair. i wasn't sure about the length as her hair was bundled and held by a giant jaw clip with the ends hanging loose. I could tell that her ends were neatly trimmed. What I was about to see would only increase my interests on hair exponentially. As soon as I entered, to my right I saw a salon chair with Krishna seated on it. Krishna's hair was loose, I could see a cape, grey in colour laid over her body in front, but not secured, as I had interrupted the process.

Krishna: Hi Jay, this is my cousin Hema who runs this salon. With our parents also not home, we fixed this sudden appointment. Sorry, your books are downstairs. Let me get them for you..
As Krishna was trying to get up, i stopped her. No - that’s okay. I’ll come some other time perhaps..,.. or.., or.., i stammered, I'll wait if its ok with you.

Okay, Krishna said.

She agreed but I could feel a bit of shyness in her tone. It was a bedroom converted into a salon. Two simple black leather chairs and a large wall fitted mirror in front of both the chairs. I stood beside the first chair facing Krishna's left hand side. The room was air conditioned and felt nice. I felt luck was definitely riding with me that day as I had the perfect seat in the house to witness an unexpected transformation.

Hema restarted from where she left as she picked up the cape and secured it nicely around Krishna's neck. I then witnessed for the first time endless amount of water sprayed onto Krishna's hair as in moments it was dripping wet. Hema then sectioned all around and started the haircut at her nape. For the girls they were performing a big trim. Krishna's hair was cut from below collar length to her mid neck. Definitely shorter than how it was 6 months ago. Every snip of the scissor was exciting as I was hearing the sound of metal through wet hair for the first time. Every now and then I saw Krishna looking into my eyes through the mirror. Strangely none of us spoke as the room was filled with sound of the haircut. As Hema moved to the sides I watched big lumps fall on Krishna's lap. Watching Krishna's eyes half closed as gram was brushing her hair close to the lips was mesmerising. If I had discovered my fetish 6 months ago, this day I made me think about learning the art of hair dressing. Soon the haircut was complete as Hema started drying Krishna's hair. The final look was so nice that I continuously spoke to Krishna about in every single conversation that we had over the next few days.

Six more months passed by, as i was pleased to have the opportunity to witness couple of more haircuts of Krishna on the hands of Hema. For a guy to be interested in girl's hair was unique in India during those days. And someone who even started knowing the internals of hair dressing was even rare. All of this amused Krishna a lot, but it really amazed Hema even more. During this time, I also happened to build a parallel friendship with Hema, who was into hair dressing for the last 3 to 4 years. Hema was married, in her mid-thirties and had a girl who was 8-10 years old. Hair dressing was her way of utilising her idle time as she used to hate the quite periods especially when her husband and child went off to work and school respectively. What stood out about her was her hair. It was silky smooth, and she always kept it long. During the last 3 to 4 occasions I happened to meet her, I happened to see her in a pony once, and was awestruck to see her pony reach till her waist. She had no fuzzy cuts in the front, as she liked the ends heavy and maintain her hair in a simple note.

After a few weeks Krishna was due for yet another trim as we discussed about it in college during lunch. Krishna told me that it would happen that weekend on Saturday. It was Friday evening as I messages Krishna asking what time was her makeover. She replied instantly saying around 3ishh. Saturday arrived. It was supposed to be the usual routine. I assembled outside her home at 3. I climbed up the stairs and knocked. Like before Hema opened the door. Today she was wearing a white saree. Her hair was bundled up and held by a large clip, with the edges left dangling out.

Hi jay, you are dart on time again. I presume you have no other work, she asked.

Yes, you can say that, I smiled. Hey where is Krishna, I asked as we both stepped into the room.

I don't know. I thought she was with you, as Hema's phone rang.

It was Krishna who informed he a that she had gone out with her family to a wedding but was delayed on the way back due to traffic. She was going to be half an hour or so late.

As Hema put the phone down, situation turned a bit nervous for both of us. I and Hema have talked to each other before, but mostly in the presence of Krishna. This isolated scene was curious as there were a few quite seconds and both of us stood still. She broke the silence.

So 30 minutes for us to know more about each other.

I think you may already be knowing everything about me, I commented.

Well, maybe not. I have never seen or heard about a guy who is this fanatic about hair, she said slowly walking towards the corner chair.

I was never put on the spot before. I blushed as my brain couldn't respond in words.

Hema turned the chair towards the other chair and sat making herself comfortable. You know, I was watching you during your first visit here. In fact I even called your name to ask if you wanted anything to drink. But you were so busy in watching Krishna's cut that your senses were shut.

I blushed even more...

Did you like Krishna's bob?

Very much, words came out slowly, as I cleared my throat. I don't know why, but I am attracted towards haircuts. May be it's a problem with my brains wiring.

Shut up. Nothing wrong about the wiring dear. I think you like doing women's hair. Simple.

I smiled.

There was silence again as I started feeling Hema may have run out of questions.

If I chat about this to her further, would she respond - yes, no, maybe she will get bored? There was a mini tug of war. I took a deep breath and decided to continue the conversation.

So do you also offer trainings?

She smiled, haven't trained anyone yet. But won't mind a student, she giggled.

Is she inviting me ? I think we have time. We could start with lesson 1 today, I acknowledged with a smile putting the ball in her court.

So let's start with brushing, she said surprising me, as she put her right foot down from the chairs foot rest and rotated the chair as it now faced the mirror. I was still lost as I pinched myself. Ouchhh, this was happening. What happened dear, she asked turning her head right towards me. Her voice reminded me of a school teacher’s voice, with a sense of control and authority. I obliged, slowly walking till I reach behind her. I looked into her eyes in the mirror, as she smiled at me.

All the toe you need are here, she pointed to the table placed between the two mirrors.

I walked up and picked a wide toothed comb and went back behind her. A quick check of the watch, gosh, time was flying. 10 mins before Krishna will be here. I didn't even care to think at that time about where Hema's husband and kid were. I decided to fasten things a bit.

I touched her hair and removed the hair clip. And I saw her long homely hair fall down over her back. Wow I gasped. Her hair was silky but very dry. It reached till the end of the chairs back rest. Probably long till her lower waist, I told myself. I ran my folded fingers through it starting at her crown through her nape then down her back. Her hair was straight till about mid back then formed mild waves and changed to a slight brownish shade till the ends. She had definitely not trimmed her hair for at least a couple of months, as the ends were untidy. She had a natural centre parted hairline.

I then used the brush to smoothly comb out her hair nicely all around her. Tons of internet articles and video clips came handy today. As I did the ear to ear parting and spread her hair in three sections, one behind her and one each over her shoulders.

I didn't even tell you anything, but you seem to know this already, she said.

I blushed.

Her eye lids were constantly flapping. One moment she would see me in the mirror, the next her eye lids would close. Who is taking control of who, I thought.

I then picked up the water sprayer, as I wanted to feel her hair wet. As I picked up the sprayer her eyes noticed me, but she didn't say anything. I went back behind her and started spraying. Sprizzzzzzzzzzzz, sprizzzzzzzzzzzzzz, as my right hand fingers sprayed and my left hand fingers lifted her long strands to let water seep in all the way through her dense locks. This continued for 2 minutes before I stepped to her right side. Now standing beside her right arm rested over the chairs arm rest, I started spraying all over the hair hanging over her right shoulder. I started near her tummy and worked my way up. Hema closed her eyes and subtly dropped her head a bit back and left as chill water was hitting her cheek and lips. I then felt her right hand fingers moving as they were gripping and squeezing the edge of the chairs arm rest. The same thing happened all over again as I walked up to her left side and made the last section wet. After the intense spraying, I put down the sprayer, and walked back to her right with the comb. Her eyes were closed as water was dripping in some places. I started combing her wet hair and it felt amazing how her dark hair appeared in contrast to her white saree. The comb was listening to my instructions very well, as her hair was now laid out like a black coloured sheet over her. Hema was still quiet, as I had a small look at her eyes in the mirror. This experience was very new to both of us and for the same reason, both of us let our minds to take over and go along as they were.

I then stepped back behind the chair and stroked her dense hair endlessly over her saree, as the doorbell went off. A quick look at the watch and the time was almost 4, an hour since Hema spoke to Krishna. I could still remember that moment, as this was similar to both of us being in a hypnotised state and a sudden sound awakened us. Hema got up from the chair in a jiffy and took the comb from my hand. She asked me to open the door, as i started my walk towards the door. Hema's phone started ringing as I guessed, it must be Krishna.
I didn't know what Hema was doing, as i opened the door and welcomed Krishna.

Krishna looked gorgeous, as she wore traditional dress today. She also had her hair pinned up over her ears leaving the back end loose. She apologised as we both went into the room. Hema was just about walking out towards us, as we met her. She still had her wet hair centre parted, but now combed all of her hair at the back and had used the hairclips that stylists use to hold her hair together. She had used two clips, on the left and right edges around her nape as Krishna was surprised looking at her.

Just came out of your bath?, Krishna asked giggling.

Yeah, just thought of brushing my hair wet to see how long it was, Hema joked.

I'm too tired, if you guys don't mind, shall we fix my cut sometime next week, Krishna asked.

All three of us looked at each other for a moment, and nodded. I was in the midst of two mental games going on here, one with Krishna and her unanimous bobs. But today, I seemed to have got into a new game with Hema which I didn't know if it would last any further. As I was leaving home, Hema said good bye, but this time, her eyes were staring at me differently. I was both happy and sad as I departed confused on whether I met my desire or did I just miss a vast opportunity.

Next day, i got a text message which said:

Hi Jay, this is my number. You have now completed lesson-1. I was extremely impressed. Your lesson-2 starts next Thursday. Venue and Time - TBC. Good luck LOL; Hema.


Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Story no:3 # HS, just 4 months prior my bro's wedding! by Harsha


A great experience shared by Harsha.. 

Name: Harsha
Subject: Head Shave, just four months prior my brother's wedding!

Story

                                  Well, after reading the stories on this blog I thought I would share mine and here it is. I'm harsha (25 M), I was experiencing slight hair fall for over a year and it suddenly came to my mind that I have to shave my head. I was hesitant at first, I eagerly watched several head shave videos on the internet and kept postponing my head shave for several reasons ( such as visiting some places for personal reasons, festivals). Everytime I watch a headshave video, I would get nervous and postpone headshave for some reason, since I had'nt shaved my head for like 17 years and was afraid how it would look and what people would think. It wasn't well after 8 months after the initial thought of shaving my head, I actually decided to! When I shared this thought with my close friend, he finally convinced me to get a head shave. After my brothers's engagement in august, on october 3 2012, I called my barber in the morning and said that i would be at the salon at 9pm and don't close early and didn't mention anything about shaving head! After that call, i kept thinking about it and nothing else till that time. At about 8:50pm i told my father that I'm going to salon for headshave to his surprise (my mom was some place else and only came to know about it in the next morning), and took my galaxy nexus, a black beanie cap (which i purchased from myntra.com a few days ago), and money then drove off to the salon in my honda activa. As I arrived at the salon, there was guy in the chair and another one waiting next to him, so I smiled at my barber and sat by the desk reading some local paper. After about 15 minutes for the guy in the chair and another half hour for the guy next in line, it's just me sitting in the chair and my barber. Usual barber talks began and he pulled out a fresh cloth from the cabin and spread it all around me and tied to the neck. When he started combing, i said I'm going for a clean razor head shave and he was like stand still for a few seconds and asked why. It took me about 20 mins of convincing him (since i know him well and is kinda like a friend to me), and he said he would make a short haircut and if I didn't like it then he would go for the shave and I agreed ( I woud've gone for the shave either way). He started wetting the hair (it was quite long than usual) and started cutting it off for 20 minutes (much shorter than I usually go for). I looked around and I gave signal to my barber, it is time. He knew I already decided to go for shave and didn't waste time. He started wetting my hair again, only more intense this time for over 5 minutes, then he drew the razor, cleaned it with spray bottle, cut a new blade in half and inserted it in. The barber spread around a portion of my hair on the top back to make space to place the razor and started shaving it off downwards. As soon as a small portion of my hair is gone, the cool breeze swept my exposed scalp and it felt really good. He started the shaving very fast and I told him to slow down, he kept shaving slowly smiling, in about a minute the complete back of the head is bald. Then form the left half of the crown to front, then near left ear, now half my front portion shaved off. I was having mixed feelings by looking at the mirror, felt good in feeling swept by cool air, that i made a radical change but felt bad about what people would think. Anyway, he started shaving the remaining right side form right crown to front and near right year. It was all over in about 6 minutes. The barber inserted the second half of the blade and sprinkled water on the shaved head in one hand and rubbing it in the other, then started shaving again to the perfection. After that, I told him to shave lightly grown moustache, beard and the shape below the lower lip and he did. It's about 45 minutes since the barber started cutting my hair, I'm completely bald head, moustache, beard, everything sprinkling clean. I looked in the back mirror and stared at myself for a while and then covered my head with the beanie cap, paid the barber (he told me it'll grow in no time), and left for home. That night i stared again at the mirror in my room rubbing my head, then massaged it with essential oils. It felt prickly when i put my head on the pillow, (it felt like that for five days), then dozed off into oblivion!
     I had a haircut in january the following year and one again in first week of february at naturals bangalore. 
My hair size and style was just about right for my brothers marraige and it went really well! And i thought i will shave my head once again in the near future!