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Sunday, 17 February 2019

My Aunt Sara Short Haircut At BarberShop

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My aunt Sara entered the quaint little barbershop and had a seat in the waiting area as all three of us followed. Aunt Sara had brought me and my two cousins (her sons) for a trim in the local barbershop. It was a tiny shop, tiled, with only about 5 seats as well as the gigantic barber chair that stood in the centre of the room. The shop was empty except for us.

“Who’s first?” called the barber from behind the chair.

An hour later all three of us had been trimmed ( nothing much).

“That’ll be Fifty dollars,” said the barber as he finished sweeping away the hair on the ground, expecting us to be getting ready to leave.

“Actually I’d like to get a haircut too,” said my aunty. A tad surprised, the barber agreed.




Aunty Sara was by far one of the most beautiful women i knew. Though she was forty years old, you’d easily mistake her for being in her twenties. Her luscious hair was thick, jet black and quite voluminous. The length of Aunty Sara’s hair was quite inconsistent as she would wait for it to grow past her shoulders, then go by the hairdresser and have it cut short, a little under her chin. She would often take me by surprise as this short haircut always happened so suddenly, and today seemed to be one of those days. At the moment, her luxuriant bushy black hair reached about mid back and had lots of volume. She was in desperate need of a haircut, one that was manageable. She didnt know when was the next time she would be able to  visit the hairdresser so a barbershop haircut right now would probably be her best bet.

After gingely making her way to the centre of the room, the barber sat Aunty Sara down in his chair. Her brown sandals rested on the footrest and her hands gripped the armrests as he produced a strip of tissue and placed the neckstrip around her neck snugly. After pinning up her hair, the barber pulled out a clean white cape and draped it around her body, fastening it around her neck. As he unpinned the long thick, black hair and let it lay on the cape, i couldnt help but think about how beautiful her hair was, contrasting with the cape. It was almost a shame that most of this hair was going to be clipped off and on the floor. The barber pumped up the barber chair about 4 clicks and using a big comb, combed out my aunt’s thick mass of hair, past her shoulders.

“Just a trim?” asked the barber casually as he finished combing her hair.

“Actually I’d like you to cut my hair very short. I’m always busy… I don’t know when I’ll be able to get my hair cut again,”remarked my Aunt.

“So exactly how short do you want me to cut it?” asked the barber.

“I want you to cut my hair into a chin length bob. And clean up my nape please,” instructed aunty Sara.

“Thats fine… but im going to have to use the clippers to cut your hair because of the amount i need to shear off.”  he said flatly. Aunty Dondie honestly didnt mind, she was just grateful that the barber was willing to clip her hair into that short haircut she desired.

Comb in hand, the barber picked up his clippers and turned them on. The sudden buzzing sound made my aunt jump. The barber smirked, stifling a laugh and combed out a large section of her hair on the left side of her head. He bent her head down so that her chin was nestled above her breasts, her eyes fixed on her shoes. Aunty Sara was now ready to be shorn in the barbershop. With his comb holding the hair in place, using the clippers over comb technique, he viciously clipped off a large chunk of my aunt’s hair. Aunty Sara watched as the mass of what used to be her gorgeous black hair slide off the cape and on to the ground. Her youngest son began to cry, clearly uncomfortable seeing his mother sitting on a barber chair having her lustrous locks barbered off, but he was reasurred by his mothers smile.

“It doesnt hurt, see?”said his mom as the barber cut off another large chunk from the left side of her head with the clippers and it fell on the cape.

” Mom what is he doing to your hair. I like when your hair gets long and thick,” lamented her youngest son, still perturbed .

“Don’t worry sweetie… the barber is just giving mommy a nice short haircut. I know you like it when its long, but you know how big and unmanageable it gets. And im sure hell be done clippering me soon. Right?” said Aunty Sara optimistically.

The barber explained to the son that his mother would have her short crop completed within a short while. He then continued to repeatedly comb and clip sections of her long black hair until the bulk of her hair was now gone. At this point, Aunty Sara’s cape was now more black than white. The barber used a very low guard as he passed the clippers up and down the back of her head and cleaned up her nape. Then, working around her head, he clipped my aunt’s hair closely to her chin. Upon glancing upward, Aunty Sara smiled. The length was now very short and in fact similar to her husband’s haircut. She thought it would be interesting to see what he thought if she got a haircut that was even shorter than his.

“Do you think you could take it shorter… Maybe ear’s length?” she asked. The barber obliged and with a smile on his face he began to work, once again combing and clipping until she had a nice short ear length bob haircut with a low nape. He then used the clippers to clean up, trimmimg off bits of hair from all around her head. My aunt now had a fresh, short wedge bob haircut instead of the huge mass of black hair that she used to have. I wondered what my uncle would think when she came home that evening sporting her ultra short haircut.

“Mom are you done yet?” called the eldest son.

“One sec again sweetie! But do you like my new haircut?”

“Its too short. I kinda miss your long black hair!” he answered.

“Well i love my ultra short bob!” exclaimed his mom, as the barber finally put down the clippers, dusted the excess hair off her face and began combing aunty Dondie’s hair into a style.

Personally i thought aunty Sara looked ravishing in her new ear length bob. The scene was majestic. My aunt, caped and sitting down in the barber chair with her new short hair. What used to be big thick gorgeous hair now lay in big black curly piles all over the barbershop floor as well as on the cape.

After inspecting the final do, aunty Sara smiled, satisfied. She loved it and couldnt stop playing with it. The barber, also satisfied with clipping my aunt’s hair off, uncaped her, allowing masses of black hair cascade to the floor. He removed the necktissue and dropped it to the floor where it joined all the hair he had relentlessly removed from my aunt’s head. She then brushed a tuft of her hair of her sandal and got off the barber chair. She paid the barber handsomely, thanked him profusely for relieving her of that bulk of long hair and left happily with us, a persistent smile adorning her face all the way home.

That was not the last time Aunty Sara visited that barbershop. I myself have witnessed a few great and thorough shearings of her at that same barbershop. In fact, whenever her hair grows out too much and becomes a thick black, heavy mass, she opts to return to that very barbershop with us, (which her sons have made peace with) and has her hair clipped short by the barber.

Neighbours Sisters's Short Haircut

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My name is rahul. I have a beautiful neighbour by thename of Rita. She lives with her younger sister Tina.Both of them have a very sexy body structure andfeminine features. One thing very common among thesisters is straight jet-black hair: Rita’s hairreaches down to her ass, and Tina’s hair reaches downto her waist. Since the time I moved in to this newapartment I have always fantasized about combing andcutting these girls’ hair. I always experience astrange feeling when I see these girls’ hairunbraided.
Normally once in 2 months they trim their hair. Theydo it themselves: Rita trims Tina’s hair and Tina trims Rita’s hair. They only trim 1 to 1 and a halfinches of their lovely hair. Once I saw them trimmingthe hair through the window and masturbated at home.
Once I found Rita attending an interview in one of myclose friend’s office. I spoke to my friend and gother a job. She was very happy, and invited me to herhouse for dinner. I was very much excited and went toher house on that day for dinner. Slowly we startedtalking about so many things.


I wanted to trim her hair once, but I was hesitant.Finally when I was there at Rita’s home, Rita was talking to her sister about trimming her hair. I wanted to ask whether I could trim it but was verymuch hesitant. But I made up my mind to ask her. Thenext day Rita went to her friend’s house. I was alone with Rita.  I told her I wanted to trim her hair that weekend, and I wanted to dosomething little more than just trimming the hair.Rita thought for a moment and told me she wanted tokeep her hair long, but as long as the hair is long Icould do whatever I want.
I waited for the exciting weekend to fulfill my dream.Finally the weekend came and I was at her home. Rita told Tina, " Rahul will trim our hair." That was asurprise for me: I never thought I would also trim Tina’s hair. Rita also told Tina that she was going to change her hairstyle slightly.
Both the girls unbraided their hair, and a stool wasset up in the bathroom along with the scissors andcomb. First Tina took the seat. I asked her to bend in the washbasin so that I could wash her hair. I applied shampoo and washed her hair. Now her hair was totally wet, and water was dripping, I slightly driedher hair with a towel and started combing her hair. I asked her how should I cut her hair, Tina told me shejust wanted a trim – nothing more than that.
I told her that her hair was very thin towards the ends (it was not that thin) and that I would cut 6 inches of hair so her hair will be neat. She thoughtfor a while and agreed. I started combing her hair again and took the scissors and started cuttings lightly more than 6 inches. All the cut hair started falling on the floor.  Now the hair was just above the waist in a straight line. I asked her if she was interested in having some bangs. She said no,first she would see Rita’s new hairstyle and decide.
Now it was Rita’s turn. I told Rita to bend over thewash basin, and I started washing her hair. I driedher hair slightly with the towel and asked her to takethe seat. I started combing her lovely hair, which wasdown to her ass. She asked me how I was going to cuther hair, I told her I was going to reduce her hairlength to mid back, and layer her hair, with somebangs in front. She told me "That will be drastic." I told her that still her hair will be long, and it will be easy to manage. Rita agreed, Tina was surprised.
I started cutting 2 feet of Rita’s lovely hair. Rita had tears in her eyes. I was very much excited aboutmy long-time dream coming true. I wanted to cut thefull length, but this was only the start. I ensuredthat the hair was cut in a straight line. I started trimming one more inch of hair by dividing the hair in 3 parts horizontally from the head. She told me thather hair looked short, I told her that it was still 2feet long from the roots. I started combing all thehair to the front of her face, so that I could layer her hair. I had read this in one of the web sites. I started cutting 6 inches of hair in front, the hairwas falling over her breast and down. It was very niceto see the hair falling on her breast and down. By nowthe bathroom floor was full of hair. Tina was stillwatching this. One of Tina’s hands was in her crotch.Now I told Rita that I was going to add some bangs sothat she would look better. I took one inch inside the hairline in the front of her head and started combing all the hair forward. The remaining hair was combed back and still the hair was long, to her mid back. I stared cutting all the hair above the eyebrows in a straight line. Cut hair was more than one foot. Now I told her to set the rollers so that she will have some bounce. Rita was happy seeing the work. She asked her sister how did she look. Tina said that Rita looked fabulous with bangs and layered hair.
Tina looked at her long hair in the bathroom mirror.She told me that her hair was always shorter thanJane’s hair. Now it’s longer, but Jane looked betterwith layered hair and bangs. In the meantime Jane gotthe rollers and was setting up the rollers in herhair.
Tina took the seat again. I knew what was going to happen. Tina told me she wanted the same hairstyle as her sister, but the length should be another 6 inches shorter than Rita. I asked her if she was sure, she said yes. Then I started spraying some water on Tina’s waist-length hair and made it wet, and started cutting her long hair, slightly above the bra line. Even this was almost 2 feet long. Now I combed all the hair in front and cut exactly 5 inches of hair and, same as Rita, took 1 inch inside the hairline in front of Tina’s head and started cutting it above the eyebrows. The bathroom floor was fully covered with cut hair. By now Rita had removed the rollers and was looking sexy.
I told Tina to put on the rollers for her hair whichwas shorter than Rita’s hair. Both the girls were looking sexy with the haircut.
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I told Rita that next time I wanted to give both the girls a chin-length bob, with the nape shaved. Rita has agreed. Now I’m waiting for the next dream day.

Mom and Daughter Short Haircut At Barber Shop

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It was 8pm on a Friday when Gaytri and her daughter Ridham entered Mr John’s small, pristine barbershop. Gaytri was a school teacher, about 35 years of age and had 2 daughters, one of 2 years and one of 10 years. She was about 5 ft6 , slim, gorgeous and had magnificent auburn tresses that reached past her mid back. Her hair was very thick and had a slight wave to it. She didnt spend much time caring for it as she didnt have much time at all, almost all of it consumed by her daughters. Despite her being fed up and not paying much attention to it, it still looked amazing. Her elder daughter Ridham was tall for her age and had hair even longer than her mother’s, reaching to her waist. It was jet black and almost rivalled her mother’s in thickness.






Usually these ladies would opt to have their haircuts done in the salon by Jenny, who had been trimming Gaytri’s hair for about 12 years now. However, Ridham’s week was so hectic; every evening was occupied by either dance practice, soccer practice swimming or some other extra curricular activity. Ridham’s unmanageable hair had been hindering her while she participated in these sporting activities so with her consent, Gaytri decided to carry her for a much needed haircut. With their busy schedule, she had no idea when next a salon trip would be possible. However, her nephews’ barber was situated 5 minutes away from where Ridham did her dance practice. With no other viable option, Gaytri decided to carry her dauhgter to Mr. Jhon’s barbershop.

“Next” called the barber as he dismissed his previous client with a fresh trim. Ridham got up on to the big barber chair after being urged on by her mom. The barber smiled and greeted her making sure that the little girl was comfortable on the big leather chair.

“So what are we doing today? Just a trim?” he inquired.

“Actually no. She needs to get rid of that huge mass of hair; its keeping her back. Can you give her a short haircut please…. how about just over her shoulders?

“No problem” said the barber as he placed a piece of tissue around the girl’s neck and caped her with a small black cape, intended mainly for little boys. Her legs were long enough to reach the footrest. Mr. Jhon pumped up the chair many times, to compensate for her lack of height.

“Lets get started!’ he said grabbing a gleaming, silver pair of shears and a comb.

“So do you have experience cutting girls’ hair?’ asked Gaytri inquisitively as Mr. Jhon spun her daughter around to face the waiting area and began combing her long black mane.

“Not that much. But I give my daughter nicky and my wife Malen haircuts in this very shop. Boy do I shear them good. I often give them shorter haircuts so that it would be more manageable. In fact I really enjoy cutting their hair.” Gaytri thought that the barber wasn’t ideal, but she took comfort in the fact that he had some experience giving girls short haircuts.

The barber picked his spot and began snipping away. Ridham heard the steel blades grating together as they sliced into her hair. She smiled bravely as the barber continued slicing off fourteen-inch strands of her hair, though she didnt really want to part with her locks.  He worked slowly, combing and measuring each section before closing the blades. Gaytri watched as the barber continued combing and cutting her daughters hair until it was reduced to her shoulders.

“Very nice” she commented as the barber finished combing Ridham’s hair into the final long bob hairstyle. Mr. Jhon removed the cape and Jahnavi got up smiling. She played with her hair a little bit and her satisfaction was evident.

“Okay sweetie lets go!” said Gaytri as she pulled out some money from her purse for the barber.

” Wait, aren’t you getting a haircut mommy? Havent you been saying that youre fed up of long hair and want a haircut?”

After a moment, Gaytri responded,” Yes but Ill get mine cut in a salon.”

“But why cant you get your hair cut in a barbershop like me. Mr. Jhon is good at giving girls short haircuts!” she said gesticulating towards her freshly chopped hair.

Mr. Jhon, broom in hand getting ready to sweep up the massive pile of long black hair on the floor, overheard the conversation and intervened. “It would be my pleasure to cut your hair. Plus its not like I have any clients waiting… I was just about to close my shop for the day!”

Gaytri took a moment to consider. She had no idea when her busy schedule would permit her to go to the salon. Also Mr Jhon was quite a good barber. In addition, when she suggested the idea of her getting her hair cut shorter in the salon in the future to her husband, he seemed quite eager and enthusiastic about it. What did she really have to lose?

Ok she agreed hesitantly, with an unsure smile plastered across her face.

” How short are we going?” asked the barber, Roshni still in the waiting area.

“I want to go pretty short but I dont have a style in mind,” she said.

“How about this. Its my wife and daughter by the way. I gave them both the same haircut last week,” he said as he put down the broom hurriedly, traipsed through the hair covered ground over to Gaytri and then produced a picture of his wife on his cell phone. It showed Mylene, caped in this very barbershop, with dark brown hair all over the cape. She was sporting a very short bob (a wedge bob) with a buzzed nape. He showed her another pic of his 22 year old daughter Arielle, in an identical situation, except that the hair on her head and the cape was jet black. Gaytri thought it looked very cute.

“Thats perfect!” she exclaimed. She was actually excited. However, her excitement was surpassed by that of the barber, as he grinned widely. He accompanied Gaytri back to the big barber chair and sat her down. Her high heels rested on the footrest and her hands gripped the armrests tightly as he produced a strip of tissue and placed the neckstrip around her neck snugly. After pinning up her hair, the barber pulled out a clean white cape and draped it around her body, fastening it around her neck. As he unpinned the long thick, auburn hair and let it lay on the cape, her hair looked astonishing, contrasting with the cape. It was almost a shame that most of this hair was going to be clipped off and on the floor. The barber pumped up the barber chair about 4 clicks and using a big comb, combed out the thick mass of hair, past her shoulders and down her back. Gaytri felt a pang of anxiety. She hoped that her husband would like her haircut after all. She had only been to a barbershop once before, when she was young. Her father brought her and buzzed off all her hair in the name of a summer cut. Ridham looked on at her mother, caped and in the complete control of the barber. Curiousity engulfed her. She had seen her mother get trimmed at the salon but never had she even thought that she would see her being shorn in the barbershop. The barber ran his fingers through her mom’s hair and played with it a little.

“Wow thats very thick and big. Im going to use the clippers on you; it will make life a lot easier.” he said as he resumed combing Gaytri’s gorgeous mane.

“It wont hurt right?”she asked. The barber reassured her, after which she complied. The barber spun the chair around so that she was now facing the waiting area, Ridham getting a full view of the shearing her mother was about to receive. Mr. Jhon pushed her head downward gently so that her chin was nestled on her breasts and her eyes were fixed downwards on her high heel shoes. Gaytri was now ready to be barbered. The barber combed out a large section of her hair on the right side of her head, the comb holding the bulk of hair in place. Gaytri jumped when she heard the ominous sound of clippers roaring to life behind her.  On rare occasions she had witnessed their use in the salon on a client who sought a radically brief style.  She knew how much damage they could inflict.  Never in a million years did she imagine her own precious locks being cropped with clippers. Using the clippers over comb,  the barber quickly passed the machine along the length of the comb. It hungrily devoured her luscious copper coloured locks. Gaytri watched as the chunk of hair fell onto the cape and slid off onto the floor.

“Wow” exclaimed Ridham, as her eyes lingered on her mother’s butchered hair. Gaytri looked up at her daughter but the barber pushed her head back down and continued his work.

For the next few minutes she sat in the barber chair anxiously as the barber repeatedly combed and clipped her tresses off. It was raining hair. Gaytri winced everytime a clump of auburn hair slid onto her lap. Mr. Jhon cleaned up the edges so that they were no longer than the chin.

Now it was time for him to buzz her nape.The barber placed his hand on the top of her head, gently forcing her chin down toward her collar bone.  She felt the clippers on her bare neck, and then heard their deepening growl as they marched up the back of her head.  Gaytri desperately tried thinking of something other than the amount of hair the barber was removing, but the evidence was all around her; there was nowhere in her field of vision that she wouldnt see large clumps of shorn, reddish-brown hair.  She closed her eyes and stoically endured the shearing the barber was administering enthusiastically. After many passes of the machine, her nape was now neatly buzzed down to a #2. She opened her eyes when the clippers switched off. The barber smiled and playfully ran his fingers through her freshly clipped hair. Then he vigorously combed her short hair into style.The barber asked for permission to take a picture, then procceeded to do so, capturing Gaytri, caped in the barber chair with her short wedge bob haircut and colassal piles of auburn hair all over the cape and floor. Her picture joined Mylene and Arielle as memories of the women who got shorn in the barbershop.

Mr. Jhon dusted the excess hair of her face and neck, and spun her around to face the mirror. Gaytri squealed in delight. She loved her short hair. The barber removed the cape allowing lots more clipped off hair to join the rest of auburn hair on the ground, as well as Ridham’ s black hair. After her neckstrip was removed, she dismounted from the barber chair, still grinning.

“What do you think of my new haircut, sweetie?” she asked Ridham.

“It looks amazing mom. In fact, can I get my hair cut like that?.”

Before she could reply, Mr. Jhon agreed and sat Ridham down in the chair once again. He caped her, then cut and clipped a whole lot of gaytri’s remaining locks until she also had an ultra short bob and buzzed nape. She also had her picture taken before she was uncaped and allowed to reunite with her mother where they spent a minute feeling each other’s shorn napes, Mr.Jhon  proud to have barbered these two ladies. By now the amount of black and auburn hair on the barbershop floor was astonishing. Mr. Jhon would now have to sweep away these enormous piles of hair, but it was worth it, as he thoroughly enjoyed giving Gaytri and Ridham haircuts. Gaytri thanked the barber profusely and paid him handsomely before she and daughter departed as 2 shorn barbershop girls, and not for the last time.

That evening, Gaytri’s husband was very surprised when he saw his 2 barbered ladies enter the house. He absolutely loved the haircut, and boy did he prove that to Gaytri in bed that night.

Friday, 8 February 2019

Mom at Barbershop

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 Mom at barbershop
Last summer was one of the hottest summers in recent year, temperature was crossing 40'c. It was very bad time, but a time for change also. Conditions were very bad; it’s sweaty all the time. Children were getting head shaves, girls were chopping off their tails. But my mom, she liked her hair so much. At 35 years of age, she had very good quality hair, it is thick. Being a house wife, she maintained her hair well, letting it grow to her waist. She always had long hair from childhood. She had hair almost till knees, but chopped it to mid back after sometime. Then again grew and maintained at waist length.





She tried different styles, keeping hair in bun, using different claw clips. She wasn’t in a mood to lose her hair. The situation worsened when our air conditioner was damaged. It was during the peak. Customer care asked for one week to repair it. This was bad. It’s too much to take now, I started spending most of the day at friend’s home, dad left for office early, but mom, she has to remain in home. Now she was struggling with her hair.
One day I asked, “Isn’t such long hair a problem?” she replied quite diffidently, “yeah, but I manage” I told, “it’s too hot, why don’t you cut it?” she always get nervous when she hear word ‘haircut’. She murmur, “I am planning to do after sometime” the same answer, I am hearing from the very first time when I asked her for haircut when I was just three year old. But she never get haircut. I insisted, “you should get a haircut today only” she replied something which I didn’t expected to hear, “yeah I want it off now, it’s too much” I think she had realized her long hair is really a problem in summer. She continued, “But all parlors are closed for indefinite time, due to strike”
I suggested, “how about barbershop, they are not closed” she was nervous now, “barbershop, no, no leave it” “mom, I will cut your hair if you don’t go to barber’s today, you yourself admitted the hair is problem now” she remained silent for half a minute and then said, “okay I will go”
She changed her clothes to Salwar-kameez on my advice from Sari. I told her the direction and she went away.
Twenty minutes later she came back, with the hair braid still intact on her head. She said, “It’s too crowded, I don’t need a haircut” I told her that I will take her to another little far away.
We reached the other barbershop, after a walk of 20 minutes. It was an old barbershop, but less crowded. There were two chair, both were occupied. One was occupied by an old man, who was getting haircut, another by a child. I told mom to sit in the waiting bench which was empty. I asked the first barber, “how much time will it take?” he replied, “next turn is yours” I told him, “My mom is getting haircut, not me” he smiled and said, “parlor strike?” I nodded.
As the old man got up, mom was seated in the barber chair, and a cape was draped around her, covering her. Her braid was pulled from the cape and was dropped backward. Her thick braid was now dangling behind the chair. The barber asked me, “What should I do?” I told the barber, “snip it” then turned towards mom. She said, “I want a bob” barber started asking her, “long bob or short?” I interrupted and told; “mom do boy cut” mom was hesitating at first then gave the green signal.
The barber took large scissor. Placed it near shoulder, little below it and sniped it holding the braid with left hand. Mom was trying to watch the chop, but was fully guarded. I got a very good view, seeing each chop, each strand being cut” the braid was in barber’s hand and he placed it at counter in front of mom. He then inserted a thin handle comb in the chopped area and ran it, to open her chopped hair. Then combed it with regular comb, all hair being was combed backward. The barber then separated the hair into four parts, spreading it into four sides, including her face. He then took out a clipper with some guard and bent head forward, and inserted it at back; chunks of hair fell to floor. He then took a scissor and marked a hairline.
Mom’s hair was then wet with a sprayer. He then moved the hair in front, parting it at left side of her head. He then merged the right portion of hair with right side, combed it then placed the scissor at her ear length and snipped it. He then bent her head, and used comb and scissor as her chopped her right side short. Her cape was covering with her hair now. Her hair was now all short, except on left.
He then bend her heads other direction and started cutting her hair. He was cutting very fast, collecting hair with comb and then snipping it away. Mom’s lap was full of hair now. He snipped a little more next at right to level it.
The barber then wet her sideburns, back and area behind the ear. He then changed the blades of a safety razor and asked me, “am removing the fuzzy hair” I nodded in affirmation. The barber quickly shaved her nape, below the hairline, scratching it off. The barber then placed the razor in the counter.
The barber then took a big brush and took some powder applied it on her neck and ears. He then carefully opened the cape, and cleaned her face. The barber then combed her hair properly and turned the chair so that she can get up.
Mom got up and touched the back to feel the spikiness. I paid the barber and went to home with her.
Mom was looking very smart in combination with sari and boy cut. Later mom asked me about the charge, “how much it was?” I replied, “It is just ₹100?” mom smiled and said, “So cheap” then kissed me in cheek and said, “thank you for this nice short summer haircut”.

Wednesday, 26 December 2018

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Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Forced Haircut

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I was in class 7.Me and my mom went to get my regular haircut at the parlour .  As usual I will get a bob cut and mom would get her hair trimed.I got the seat first the salon lady caped me and started cutting my hair into a bob.She knew what haircut I get as we used to go there frequently.My haircut was completed and as the girl was uncapping me my mother came and told her if she could cut it shorter.I argued with my mom that please i don't want it shorter but she told little girl should not care about there haircut so much.

Don't worry the parlour lady said it won't be very short.She took the scissors combed it back section of my hair.She put the scissors very close to my scalp and schhhhhhhhhhh a big chunk of hair fell down.




She then combed once again and again cut it very close to the scalp she repeat this for some time until there cut be no more hair to cut with the scissor then she stated to do the sides of my head.tears were rolling down my eyes to my cheek and the fell down on the cape filled with dark black hair of my.My mother told it would grow back besides if you cut it short thick hair will grow on your head.


The parlour lady continued to cut my hair soon i saw in the mirror that very short spiky hair was left on the sides of my head..

My cape was full of black hair and there was only hair in my front part of my head.I kept crying.In my thoughts i was angry with my mother was did she do this to me.The parlour lady took a front section of my hair and schhhhhh.I realised that soon there ain't going to be and hair on my head.

I still couldn't understant why mom did this to me.The cutting stopped and my bob was converted into a spikey boy's haircut

That is when i thought the cut was over but....She asked my mom was that okay but my mom said shorter I thought was this even real I am nearly bald and mom wants my hair shorter.

The stylist got a machine from a drawer switched it on. I recognised it as it was used to shave my nape once but this time bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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How only she can have long hair and I bald. why?Soon the noise stopped and I had a buzzcut only little hair was left on my head
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I got out of the chair all my hair fell on the ground.I didn't even look towards my mom as she got in the chair.I decided not to talk to her all day.

Mom and the stylist talked to each other and the stylist got the clippers.I was looking in the comic book
when the clippers started buzz and it was placed in the middle of my mothers long hair.
I couldn't help it I had to look.The clipper left a clean path.I thought is she getting the same haircut as mine.

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The clipper continued ti shave off moms long hair in the ground.I was sad but inside i was very happy to see my mom shaved her head.

The amount of hair my cape had while cutting was nothing compared to my moms thick dark hair.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzSoon it looked like we both had the same buzzcut although moms was shorter.The clippers stopped and the cape was uncapped.I thought it was over bit the stylist got a towel which was dipped in warm water and wrapped it around my moms head.

She tucked a towel with my moms blouse and applied hair shaving cream which ladies used to shave their hair on legs the stylist told my mom that its going to be a long time even to hair to start growing.

My mother was very happy with the smile face.The cream was removed with a razor and the clean head got out.

The stylist was paid and we left the parlour we didn't talk all the way we were busy touching each others hair I hope I get the chance of getting shaved one day.

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Haircut Story Idea Form

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                     i have created form for new idea about haircut story. i request you to all, please submit your idea in below from. i will write story on your idea.  thanks you all.