A Busy Day at Master Barber's Busy Barber Shop   (Part 1)

I am Seritha  a twenty three year old girl from the state of Kerala in South India.  A rural village near Palghat is my birth place. 

I lived there with my parents till I was nineteen. At that time, my parents who are native Brahmins married me to a school teacher.  His name is Datu and he is from Coimbatore.  My father is a respected landlord in our village and our marriage was an arranged one.  Our house was very conservative and nobody ever talked about sex.  Datu taught biology at a girl’s convent in Coimbatore. 

He liked my beautiful face and long black hair, and agreed to his parents’ proposal. I was and still am a down to earth girl who was studying for her B.A in Music at a college in Palghat when our marriage took place.  I was taking bus to the college.  I was one of the best looking and homely girls at my college. 

Our wedding was according to the Brahmin tradition filled with elaborate rituals. A few weeks after marriage, my husband took me to his workplace for settling down in his village home.  

My father had given a large sum of cash, refrigerator, and a colour TV as dowry.Datu’s was a large family including his father, mother, one elder brother, and three younger sisters.  His parents who were also people of our caste were very conservative in sexual matters.  Girls in their home, including me, never came to the front of the house or wore make up.  

Datu and I seldom spent time together.

Our married life was a low key one.

His three younger sisters were teenagers with long black hair that had not been cut in more than ten years.

Two years after our marriage, Datu saw an advertisement in the Sunday job section of the English newspaper, Hindu, for biology teachers in a school district in America.  He did not have much hope of getting selected when he mailed a resume to the post box given in the advertisement. 

The advertisement was given by a recruitment agency in Coimbatore on behalf of a school district near Washington who was very much in need of biology teachers. Datu was surprised when the Human Resources Manager who interviewed him gave a hefty contract on the spot.

In July of that year, my husband flew to the U.S leaving me behind.  We did not have much contact during that year.

In March of the following year, I also joined him in America.  I flew there together with his three younger sisters.

We lived in a luxury two bedroom apartment in Annapolis in the suburbs of Washington.  Before my arrival, my husband had purchased sexy clothes like miniskirts and sleeveless tops from an outlet of Frederick's of Hollywood, for me and trendy jeans and tops for his sisters.

I was some what thrilled to go to bed with Datu in the sexy underwear he'd bought for me.
One Saturday, while relaxing on the living room sofa after breakfast, and his sisters watching "Dallas" on television, Datu said that we would all look more beautiful and our age with short trendy haircuts. 

At around 3.00pm, He said to me and his three teenage sisters "let's go" with an authoritarian voice.

Being from Indian culture a female never questioned her husband, nor was it acceptable for his teenage sisters to question their older brother.

He took us to a haircut shop run by a young guy and two ladies in their thirties.  It was the first time in my life or that of his sisters to enter a haircut shop.  In India an elderly street barber trimmed my hair when it needed it.   We four girls felt very shy and nervous.

Back home in India, society is so orthodox that boys and girls have separate sections in college.

The haircutters’ were wearing black aprons. The haircut shop was part of an old run down town house.  The older female haircutter a Filipino lady was cutting the hair of a local teenage girl whilst another Filipino Haircutter stood behind the counter at the cash register, and a male barber was standing at the back of the shop.

Datu told the younger of the two haircutters that all four of us girls were here to get a trendy boyish short cut and get rid of the long old fashioned hair.

The younger female haircutter looked at us with a smile on her face and said "don't be shy girls relax your bums  in the waiting area and you follow me" She was looking at me Seritha. She took me to the shampoo chair applied a towel over shoulders, gathered all my hair which was tied into a ponytail, put it in the shampoo sink before undoing the ribbon releasing the ponytail and wet my hair with warm water then shampooed it. 

"Your hair is very dry and dirty young lady, we haircutters’ will not usually shampoo your hair before cutting, but you hair looked so dirty" she said to me with a loud and authoritative voice.
She had towel dried it quicker then I expected and said to me "the vacant red barbers chair over there move your bum now".
Once seated in her red barber’s chair, she asked a few questions about when I last cut my hair and how would you like your hair cut boyish short young lady?

I was somewhat startled by her authoritative tone of voice and the extremely serious look on her face, I replied "the street barber only  trimmed my hair ten years ago, and I never had short hair ever".

"My husband told you how to cut didn't he!" I asked her the haircutter and she replied sarcastically "oh yes he certainly did". She then looked at my husband Datu and said  "would you like a blocked or tapered neckline for the gals” and he replied decisively "tapered" and the haircutter smiled and said "yes sir tapered cut they shall get and I will ask our barber to make sure the cut  gets progressively shorter as the hair approaches the nape of their neck very boyish like sir".

"That sounds good for all the girls please" said Datu.

The lady haircutter then grabbed a neck strip and wrapped it snug around my neck. Then she flung over a white cape around my shoulders pinned the cape snug around my neck.  I looked up at my reflection one last time with my long hair covered over by the cape around my shoulders.

"She's all ready for you Master Barber"

This tall guy with blue eyes appeared from the back room and said to me  “Big Change,” as he started to pull my long hair out from under the cape. "I am Wallace and I will be your barber" I just smiled nervously and nodded yes.

I was trying to keep myself from getting emotional about this. I took in a deep breath and let it out. With that the barber was coming back around me with scissors and comb in hand.

He started combing out a section right on top of my head and held it between his fingers. My eyes popped as I watched him move in with the scissors. SNIP SNIP SNIP, they closed right into my hair about an inch above my scalp. 50” of my hair was raining down onto the cape in front of me.

He was quick to comb out the next section and SNIP SNIP SNIP. More of my hair was raining down over my shoulders and onto the cape. Barber Wallace worked his way up the top of my head reducing it to roughly 1.5” in length and moved his way over my right ear. The sound of the scissors was petrifying. With every snip more and more of my hair would rain down into my lap. 

The right side was now completely cropped to roughly 1.5” in length like the top.

I suddenly heard the door opening to the shop and barber Wallace stopped his cutting for a moment.  “Good Morning.” He said as someone entered.

I looked over and it was a woman police officer with two young boys and four young girls.
“Good morning.” she replied and she made eye contact with me as she entered. She had a surprised look on her face seeing what was happening to me....

“Take a seat and I’ll be with you after this young gal and her sisters there are finished.” He told them.

“Thanks, No hurry these new brats are going to Juvenile Lock Up from here. The normal Short Short Juvie Boyish Cut for them will do it” She said and they took a seat next Datu and his three sisters in the waiting area.

Barber Wallace came back tilting my head forward with his hand and started cutting toward the back behind my right ear now. He held up section after section at the back and sniped away vigorously reducing the length all the way down to a short crop across the back.

I had my head down looking into the pile of hair that had gathered in my lap and could feel the weight getting lighter and lighter after each and every snip he took back there.

“Wow", I could here the woman say out loud as the barber was cutting away. All I could feel at this moment was embarrassment to be seen like this.

Barber was moving over to my left side as he was cutting away at section after section and was now taking the last few locks away from over my left ear. He finished and the sound of the scissors finally went silent.

My hair was very roughly cropped to about 1.5” all over my head. You could see every feature on my face and neck now that there was no more hair to hide behind anymore. My cheeks stood out more noticeably now without my long hair.

Barber came back behind me again with something in his hand but I didn’t get a chance to see it other then the cord that was leading to it. He tilted my head straight down to my chest and I heard the sound of the Electric Andis Clippers pop on. Nrrrrrrr. The sound of them filled the room.

He had his hand on top of my head holding it straight down and I felt the clippers being placed on my nape. They moved up the back of my head quickly in swift motions from my nape to my crown, pass after pass. He tilted my head to the left and I could see them work there way up behind my right ear. Then over my right ear pass after pass taking my hair down to very short peach fuzz. He came over to my left side and worked them over the left side as well.

He changed the head on the clippers and came back for some more tilting my head forward again. He moved more slowly this time running them up my nape line creating a tight taper along my hairline all the way around the back and over my ears.

“This is how we lower your ears,” He said to me cheerfully as he buzzed away at my hairline over my ear creating a tight fade.

He finished with the clippers and took a spray bottle and sprayed the top of my hair making it soaking wet. He took a hairbrush and hairdryer and started drying it straight back making it stick up on the top. When he finished it was all spiked up on the top of my head with a very round shape.

He took the clippers and a comb again and came back behind me. I watched as he took the comb and slid it into the top of my hair holding it horizontally all the way across. He moved in slowly with the clippers and ran them all the way across the top of the comb pass after pass creating a flattop shape on top of my head.

Datu was turned on already I could see it in his eyes.  He asked "Barber Wallace go even shorter on the other three can ya!".

Here I was a down to earth Indian girl mesmerized watching this transformation and how meticulously Barber Wallace worked at creating the shape. He worked slowly on the shape and took quite a bit of time until he was finally satisfied with it.

"Sure thing" Barber Wallace responded to Datu just as he looked at the younger female haircutter and said "next". The younger female haircutter then looked at Amihan, Datu's first sister and said with a loud and abrupt voice "move your bum gal now pointing her to the shampoo bowl". Amihan looked at Datu in fear but only to hear him yell at her “you heard Amihan move your bum now!".

Barber Wallace put the clippers down and hit the foam dispenser and white foam came out of it. He came back around me and applied the warm white foam to my hairline across my nape and over my ears. He took a towel and placed it over my shoulder. He took a straight razor and ran it over a leather strap on the side of the chair.

He tilted my head straightforward and slid the razor into my nape scrapping it across the back of my neck. He ran them up over my right ear and down my right cheek. He went around to my left side and ran them over my left ear as well and down my other cheek. He wiped my hairline off with the towel and threw the towel into a bin. He put some lotion on his hand and applied it to my skin where he just shaved me. The smell was like a guy’s aftershave lotion and very cooling on my skin.

He put the clippers down and hit the foam dispenser and white foam came out of it. He came back around me and applied the warm white foam to my hairline across my nape and over my ears. He took a towel and placed it over my shoulder. He took a straight razor and ran it over a leather strap on the side of the chair.

He tilted my head straightforward and slid the razor into my nape scrapping it across the back of my neck. He ran them up over my right ear and down my right cheek. He went around to my left side and ran them over my left ear as well and down my other cheek. He wiped my hairline off with the towel and threw the towel into a bin. He put some lotion on his hand and applied it to my skin where he just shaved me. The smell was like masculine guys’ aftershave lotion and very cooling on my skin.

Barber then took a dusting brush and poured some baby powder onto it. He brushed off my neck and over my ears and forehead while he loosened the cape. He slid the cape off of my shoulders allowing all of my long locks of hair to fall to the floor in front of me. He took his hand mirror and showed me the back.

“There you go,” he said. “Now this is a haircut that makes you look young trendy and a sexy American gal” the barber told me with a smile.

I sat there motionless and in shock. I didn't know what to say or do.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said as he placed the hand mirror back on its hook.

I got up and stepped slowly over the large pile of my hair on the floor, I didn't want to step in it. I was shocked by the amount of hair on the floor and felt overwhelmed at the sight of it. It saddened me knowing that it was now gone forever.

I walked back over to Datu my husband in the waiting area as he got up and hugged me, kissing me on my neck and saying I love it my sexy Seritha.

For the first time since we were married I Seritha felt life was no longer a low key one.
"Over here gal now" Barber Wallace yelled out at Amihan whose long tresses of black hair had been towel dried pointing to the vacant red barbers chair that I had occupied. As Amihan hesitated "move your bum faster" Datu yelled at her.

The younger lady haircutter then grabbed a neck strip and wrapped it snug around her 
neck. Then she flung over the same white cape around her shoulders pinned the cape snug around her neck.

Amihan looked to see the reflection one last time with her long hair covered over by the cape around her shoulders and the piles of my hair that covered the floor.

"She's all ready for you Master Barber"

"Tapered  ... Faded and short it shall be gal" said Barber Wallace to a very shy and nervous Amihan to describe what was about to become of her long old fashioned black hair.

“Big Change,” he says to her loudly as he started to pull her long hair out from under the cape.

"I am Wallace and I will be your barber” Amihan said nothing and tears started to drop on her face. 

I just looked at my husband and smiled as he nodded his head in agreement.

“Amihan stop the tears girl” yelled my husband.  Amihan trying to keep herself from getting more emotional about what was happening took in a deep breath and let it out. With that the barber was coming back around her with scissors and comb in hand.

He started combing out a section right on top of her head and held it between his fingers. Her eyes popped as she watched him move in with the scissors. SNIP SNIP SNIP, they closed right into her hair about an inch above her scalp. 60” of her hair rained down onto the cape in front of her very eyes.

He was quick to comb out the next section and SNIP SNIP SNIP. More of her hair was raining down over her shoulders and onto the cape. Barber Wallace worked his way up the top of my head reducing it to roughly 1.5” in length and moved his way over her right ear. The sound of the scissors was petrifying. With every snip more and more of Amihan’s hair would rain down into her lap. The right side was now completely cropped to roughly 1.5” in length like the top.

Barber Wallace came back tilting her head forward with his hand and started cutting toward the back behind her right ear now. He held up section after section at the back and sniped away vigorously reducing the length all the way down to a short crop across the back.

Amihan had her head tilted firmly down looking into the pile of hair that had gathered in her lap and could feel the weight getting lighter and lighter after each and every snip he took back there.

“Wow", I could here the girls distant for Juvenile Lock Up say out loud as the barber was cutting away. All Amihan could feel at this moment was embarrassment to be seen like this. The woman police officer looked at the girls and said “OH don’t laugh and stop the WOW crap... you will get your turn really soon, now get that smile off your faces…………..NOW”.

Barber was moving over to Amihan’s left side as he was cutting away at section after section and was now taking the last few locks away from over her left ear. He finished and the sound of the scissors finally went silent.

Her hair was very roughly cropped to about 1.5” all over her head. You could see every feature on her face and neck now that there was no more hair to hide behind anymore. Her cheeks stood out more noticeably now without her long hair. 

Barber came back behind her again with something in his hand but she didn’t get a chance to see it other then the cord that was leading to it. He tilted her head straight down to her chest and all that could be heard was the sound of the Electric Andis Clippers pop on. Nrrrrrrr. The sound of them filled the room.

He had his hand on top of her head holding it straight down and she could feel the clippers being placed on her nape. They moved up the back of her head quickly in swift motions from her nape to her crown, pass after pass. He tilted her head to the left and I could see them work there way up behind her right ear. Then over her right ear pass after pass taking her hair down to very short peach fuzz. He came over to her left side and worked them over the left side as well.

He changed the head on the clippers and came back for some more tilting her head forward again.

He moved more slowly this time running them up her nape line creating a tight taper along her hairline all the way around the back and over her ears just like mine. “This is how we lower your ears,” He said to her cheerfully as he buzzed away at her hairline over her ear creating a tight fade.

Just as he had finished with the clippers, Datu my husband walks over to the barbers chair and tells the barber “can you a little shorter for these three sister‘s please pointing to the back and sides” and Master Barber replied “Sir … Yes ..Sir” with a smile on his face.

The Barber then picked up his Electric Andis Clippers yet again this time with no attachment comb / guard and took to her right side, then back and finally her left side and tapered it much shorter before finally taking a spray bottle and spraying the top of her hair making it soaking wet. The he took a hairbrush and hairdryer and started drying it straight back making it stick up on the top. When he finished it was all spiked up on the top of her head with a round shape.

He took the clippers yet again and a flat top comb and came back behind her. I watched as he took the comb and slid it into the top of her hair holding it horizontally all the way across. He moved in slowly with the clippers and ran them all the way across the top of the comb pass after pass creating a flattop shape on top of her head.

Datu was turned on already with my haircut and now I could see it in his eyes again.  He asked "Barber Wallace go even shorter at the top to on her and other two sisters hair can ya!".

“Sir … Yes Can ….Sir….Sure thing" Barber Wallace responded to Datu with a smile on his face just as he looked at the younger female haircutter and said "next". The younger female haircutter then looked at Dalisay, Datu’s second sister and said with a loud and abrupt voice "move your bum gal now pointing her to the shampoo bowl".  

Dalisay one year younger than Amihan looked at Datu in fear but only to hear him yell at her "you heard Dalisay move your bum before I carry you like a little girl !".

Here we were four down to earth Indian girls mesmerized watching each one of us undergo this transformation and how meticulously Barber Wallace worked at creating the shape. He worked slowly on the shape and took quite a bit of time until he was finally satisfied with it.

Barber Wallace moved in yet again with the clippers and ran them all the way across the top of the comb pass after pass creating an even shorter flattop shape on top of her head.  Eventually he put the clippers down and hit the foam dispenser and white foam came out of it. He came back around her and applied the warm white foam to Amihan’s hairline across her nape and over her ears. He took a towel and placed it over her shoulder before he took a straight razor and ran it over a leather strap on the side of the chair.

He tilted her head straight forward as he did with mine and slid the razor into her nape scrapping it across the back of her neck. He ran them up over her right ear and down her right cheek. He went around to her left side and ran them over her left ear as well and down her other cheek. He wiped her hairline off with the towel and threw the towel into a bin. He put some lotion on his hand and applied it to her skin where he had just shaved. The smell was like a guy’s aftershave lotion and very cooling on her skin, I am sure.

Barber then took a dusting brush and poured some baby powder onto it. He brushed off her neck and over her ears and forehead while he loosened the cape. He slid the cape off of her shoulders allowing all of her long locks of hair to fall to the floor in front of her and pile up on top of the long tresses of my hair which he had shorn just before.

He took his hand mirror and showed her the back of her head.Suddenly the barber shop door opened and a Filipino man came in and dragged his crying teenage son with long hair covering his eyes at the front and just about touching his shoulders in. He looked at the younger Filipino haircutter standing behind the counter and said in a loud voice “Gusto kong kanyang mahabang bayani hinahanap buhok cut talagang maikling” which meant I want his long hero looking hair cut really short.
He pointed at his son who was crying as the female haircutter looked at Master Barber and said “namin na umiiyak ng batang lalaki dito na kailangang ginupitan, maaari mong gawin ang unang” meaning we have crying boy here who needs to shorn, can you do first?.  Master Barber looked at Datu and said “it will only take a few minutes Sir…. Ok if I cut him first” and Datu replied “another crying child brat yes no problem ginoo (sir) ”.

Master Barber looked at the man and said “OK sa dito sa upuan na ito ngayon boy ilipat” OK over here in this chair now boy move as he pointed to the empty barbers chair next to the one that me and Amihan had sat to be shorn and Dalisay was about to follow.

The boy cried louder as the man dragged him by the hair with one hand to the barbers chair and forced him by almost pushing him onto the chair, then taking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and saying to the barber “maaaring i gamitin ang mga posas upang matiyak na hindi siya gumalaw sa paligid ng masyadong maraming” can i use these handcuffs to make sure he does not move around too much? before securing the boys right hand to the barbers chair. Master Barber said yeah no problem ginoo (sir).

The man then looked at his son as Mater barber quickly grabbed a neck strip and wrapped it snug around his neck. Then he flung over another white cape around his shoulders pinning the cape snug around his neck and said “Bayani ihinto ang umiiyak tulad ng isang sook at magpaalam sa bayani hep ng buhok ...wala nang. Gusto ko ang kanyang buhok cut napaka napaka-ikling katulad na batang babae” Bayani stop crying like a sook and say goodbye to the hero hep of hair... no more.  I want his hair cut very very short similar to that young girl as he pointed to Dalisay.

“Bang walang problema maikling ito ginoo” sure no problem short it will be sir said Master Barber to Bayani’s father as he moved towards the work bench and came back behind Bayani with something in his hand. But Bayani didn’t get a chance to see it other then the cord that was leading to it. He tilted Bayani’s head straight down to his chest and all that could be heard was the sound of the Electric Andis Clippers with the 3.75 - 1/2" blade pop on along with a sobbing boy. Nrrrrrrr. The sound of them filled the room.

All that could be seen was long lengths of thick black hair fall from the back of Bayani’s head to the floor like a heavy rain storm, the barber then moved to his right side and with one hand firmly holding the boys head took a number of passes up the side over his right ear leaving another pile of black tresses showing onto his lap.

Soon the barber tilted Bayani’s head back and placed the clippers at the front below his fringe and started at the hairline on the front of the scalp then slowly moved the clippers to the middle of the scalp and all the way to the back until all hair on top had been shorn off. Once that was complete he moved to the left side reducing Bayani’s hero style long hair to less than roughly 1.5” from side to side, top to bottom.For a few seconds all that could be heard was Bayani’s sobbing and his father telling Master Barber to cut it a lot shorter once and for all, “Barber upang i-cut ito ng maraming mas maikli sa sandaling at para sa lahat ng” and Master Barber replied “Sir hindi ko mag-alala” Sir I will, do not worry.


Master Barber now changed the blade on his clippers to 000 - 1/125 then came back behind Bayani once again and tilted hir head straight down to his chest again; all that could be heard was the sound of the Electric Andis Clippers pop on. Nrrrrrrr and the barber took to tapering the back of his head  before changing the clipper blade once again to 0000 - 1/100  and creating a tight taper / faded effect along Bayani’s hairline all the way around the back before moving to right side followed by the left side and repeating the process and completing the tapered / faded finish. The sound of the clippers and Bayani’s sobbing filled the room.

He finished with the clippers and took a spray bottle and sprayed the top of the boy’s hair making it soaking wet. He took a hairbrush and hairdryer and started drying it straight back making it stick up on the top. When he finished it was all spiked up on the top of his head. He then took the clippers again with no guard and a comb and came back behind Bayani.  

Bayani’s father  watched and smiled as  Master barber took the comb and slid it into the top of Bayani’s hair holding it horizontally all the way across. He moved in slowly with the clippers and ran them all the way across the top of the comb pass after pass creating a flattop shape on top of his head, the length of which was no more than a very short 1/16.

He tilted the boy’s  head straightforward as he did with mine and others alike and slid the razor into his nape scrapping it across the back of  boys’ neck.  He ran them up over his right ear and down his right cheek. He went around to her left side and ran them over his left ear as well and down his other cheek. He wiped his hairline off with the towel and threw the towel into a bin. He put some lotion on his hand and applied it to his skin where he had just shaved. The smell was like a tough guy’s aftershave lotion and very cooling on the skin.


Bayani in Tagalog means the hero and thus this long  hair sissy looking hero had been transformed back to a boy as he should be.

Barber then took a dusting brush and poured some baby powder onto it. He brushed off Bayani’s neck and over his ears and forehead while he loosened the cape. He slid the cape off of his shoulders allowing all of her long locks of hair to fall to the floor in front of his very own eyes and pile up on top of all the long tresses of hair which he had shorn just before. 

He took his hand mirror and showed Bayani the back of his head before removing the cape and saying “lahat ng tapos na, ngayon siya mukhang tulad ng isang batang lalaki at hindi bayani kapatid na babae upang Boy itigil ang humihikbi” all done, now he looks like a boy and not hero sissy so Boy stop the sobbing to Bayani and his father.

Master Barber then moved to Dalisay who was already in the red barber’s chair where me and Amihan had been shorn all caped up and waiting to be shorn.

As Bayani’s father went to unlock the handcuffs ............................. .

(To Be Continued - Parts 2 through 4 will follow soon) 

Brandon's Turn in Butch's Chair

Brandon's Turn in Butch's Chair

My name is Brandon, and the last time I had a haircut was some three years ago.. I love my long hair but that will change today and there is nothing I can do to avoid the change except to leave my country forever.

Today is the the beginning of Compulsory National Service for me.

My National Service / Conscription boot camp hair cut was given to me by a hippy, his name was Butch. He was 6 foot, 8 inches, she was 350 pounds of solid muscle.

He daggum near scalped me!

"Keep smiling, everyone will wonder what you've been up to!" He said to the line of some 20 male recruits who marched into the barber shop in absolute silence.

The induction haircut is the regulation BUZZED CREW CUT style new recruits receive upon entering the armed services. With an induction cut, the hair is clipper shaved with no guard down to about 1/50" and is designed to strip away individual identity and create a unified team bond. This cut is especially well suited to the strenuous basic training phase of military life as it requires no daily care.

“Move it you flabby prom queer,” the drill sergeant yelled at me at the front of the line as I started to walk towards the chair.

“Faster, Faster, Faster,” he yelled and I moved it for the chair double step and jumped into it.

The Barber flung the green cape up over my head and it slowly fell over me like a parachute. He wrapped it around my neck and pulled my hair out from underneath it pulling it back over the chair. I sat there looking straight ahead at a white painted cylinder block wall. I was trembling a little and I could feel a huge lump in my throat.

He started pumping the chair up and I could feel her start to comb my hair out in the back. He was tugging at it a little trying to comb out the tangles. I heard a pair of scissors close and the sound sent shivers straight through my spine, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, I could hear them working fast back their and I could feel the weight of my hair falling away.

I couldn't see anything and I was completely numb. My eyes were starting to water up and I was trying very hard not to cry. He came around my left side and I glanced as the comb came towards my cheek and dug into my hair at my left ear. I heard the scissors again; snip, snip, snip, snip, and I glanced to my left shoulder to see locks of hair cascading down my shoulder and into my lap.

He then moved around to my right and I could feel the comb dig into my hair from the back into my ear, and the scissors came into my vision on my right. I watched as the blades opened as they moved towards my cheek, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, they cut fast into my right side releasing my locks onto my shoulder and into my lap.

He went back behind me and started combing my hair out on top of my head in the very front. I felt him hold a section between his fingers, so I glanced up as far as I could see. I barely saw the shiny shiny scissors in my peripheral vision but heard them again, snip, snip, snip, I watched as clumps of hair fell from the top of my head over my face and into my lap in front of me.

I could feel him quickly combing and combing on the top and then felt him hold a section and snip, snip, snip, more hair kept falling and falling over my face and into my lap. Butch did this all the way across the top of my head from my forehead to my crown.

I sat there trembling with my long hair piling up in front of me. Eventually he stopped work on the top and there was a pause for a moment. I then heard a pop and the hum as he turned on the clippers. I tensed up to try to stop myself from peeing in my shorts. He tilted my head straight down into my chin. I felt the clippers touch my nape and move all the way up the back of my head.

The high powered professional electric clippers were different from those I used to see at my local barber shop which I had not visited for more than 3 years. These clippers were very heave and silent.You see I had not cut my hair for the last three years at least. They moved swiftly pass after pass through the back and around my left side, and then the right side. Chunks of hair were raining off of my head and all over the cape.

He finally stopped and their was another brief pause. I heard a water bottle spray behind me and felt water on the back of my crown. I felt him hand ruffling my hair on top as she sprayed it wet all on the top. This stopped for a moment and I heard the scissors again. She started combing the hair at my forehead with the comb and snipping away very fast at the top, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, I could hear them work and little snippets of hair went raining from the top of my head over my shoulders and lap. I could feel the combing and hear the snipping very fast from my forehead to my crown, and at the top of the sides of my head, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, as more and more snippets fell from my head all around me.

He worked very fast.

Before I knew it, I heard the clippers once more as he tilted my head forward again. I felt them buzzing up and down at my nape all the way through the back, and over both of my ears. Then he adjusted the clippers' blades and took swift passes across the top of my head. He turned them off and all of the action stopped.

I felt him undo the cape in the back and loosen it. I felt a very fast succession of bristles softly brushing my nape and neck as he was cleaning me up with a dusting brush. He did this all through the back, my neck and my ears, my forehead, and cleaned my face with it.

He flung the cape off of me, and my hair all fell to the floor all around me. I got up slowly as I felt very lightheaded. I walked out the exit way and into another corridor. And stood in line again. It felt very strange to not have any hair on my shoulders anymore. Everyone in front of me had been shorn too so the line looked very different now. I could feel the air on my neck and nape and my ears. I had no idea what I looked like and I tried to ignore it ever happened. Yes we had all been shorn thus our trestles and fleeces of hair had been removed by cutting and or clipping, sheering completely and without mercy, restriction or qualification.

We eventually got through the rest of the in-processing After receiving our uniforms and being assigned barracks we had our swearing in. It was about 8 at night when it all finished but the day was not over yet.

We were marched until 2 am and were finally aloud to sleep for almost 4 hours.

It wasn't until the next morning that I had a chance to look at myself finally when using the bathroom. It was very very short. It was buzzed pretty short at the sides and back with a tight taper and the top was a little under ½ inch in length. It looked strange on me but by this point I was way too exhausted to even care.

I ended up with the nickname 'Prom Queer' from the Drill Sergeants from then on. That one stuck all the way through boot camp but I didn't really mind so much.

FROM FILTHY RICH TO FILTHY RAGS - A FORCED HAIRCUT STORY

Samya was a sweet 16 year old Indian girl.

Samya had to give up on her college studies after her mother and father divorced and went their own ways leaving her to fetch for herself. Her biggest asset was her waist long straight thick black hair. For Samya her long hair meant all the riches in the world. She took real good care of it brushing it for hours, sometimes putting it up and sometimes leaving it open to have people around spellbound with admiration for some jealousy.

Samya's parents decided to go their own ways and shift to the United States. They had finalized their jobs there but were leaving Samya at her aunt's place as the future was uncertain and they didn't care about Samya's education further. Her Aunt had offered to take her in and ensure that she would continue her education n some way.

Samya wasn't too happy with this decision as she didn't get along at all with her aunt's daughter, her cousin Natasha who was still in school 9th grade. She also found her aunt too stern and always against her as her aunt was too attached to Natasha and thought she was always right. Natasha was very pampered by her mother as she didn't have a father. Natasha was commonly known at school as a "spoiled brat" But Samya's parents didn't care or have any other option but to leave her at her aunt's place and told her to get used to it.

One afternoon, a few months after Samya's parents had left, Samya entered her room in her aunt's house and was shocked to see Natasha sitting on her vanity chair and brushing her shoulder length hair with Samya's brush. Samya off course hated and detested anyone using her brushes as she was so particular about her hair. Samya reacted by immediately rushed towards Natasha and snatched the brush from Natasha's hands.

Samya: "How dare you use my brush to comb your unhealthy hair. You have lice in your hair and you want to pass them on to me. Get out! You will never have hair like me."

Natasha got extremely offended with Samya's statements and left the room crying searching for her mother to complain about her cousin's rude behaviour  Seeing her daughter bitterly cry and hearing what Samya had to say about Natasha's hair, Samya's aunt really flared up and stormed into Samya's room with Natasha following her. Samya sat there brushing her long beautiful hair.

Auntie: "Samya!" she screamed. "What do u think of yourself? You are some princess with that long hair of yours and my daughter your servant?"

Samya: "No no auntie. I simply told her not to use my brush as she has lice" she said politely, quite taken aback and scared with her aunt shouting.

Auntie: "Who said she has lice. You are obsessed with your hair. I need to punish you and teach you a lesson today, a lesson you will remember all your life."

Samya: "Please dint punish me, I am really sorry. I will apologize to Natasha right away."

Auntie: "Nothing doing, you will pay a heavy price for your words. In any case you are wasting too much time everyday on that thick long mop of hair," and she starts dragging Samya by pulling her hand towards Natasha's dressing table in Natasha's room. By now Natasha's tears had converted into smiles, hoping her cousin is taught a good lesson today.

They reach Natasha's room and Samya still pleading, "Please give me another chance, I will never be rude to Natasha. Please let me go. Don't punish me, I will do whatever you say."

Auntie: "Its too late now, you don't deserve another chance and you don't have to do anything sweetie. What ever has to be done now I will be doing it" she said sarcastically as she tightly held Samya's back on the vanity chair and asked Natasha to take some rope from the kitchen store room and tie Samya's hands and legs to the chair. After Natasha ran and grabbed some rope with a big smile on her face, she quickly finishes the task assigned to her. Aunt checks to make sure that Samya was tied to the vanity chair, and made  one more knot to leave no room for her to move.

Samya tried desperately moving her hands and legs but to no avail. "Please Auntie, I will not run. Its really hurting me."

Auntie: "The hurtful part has not even begun honey and I have to make sure you are tied up and stationary with the punishment I have thought for you." she said with a smirk on her face.

Samya: "Please tell me what is the punishment" , she said with a lot of fear and anxiousness.

Auntie: " Just be patient sweetie. You will know it soon. What's the hurry," and left the room.

Natasha was very pleased by all the proceedings and pulled Samya's cheeks telling her, "This is what you get when you act too smart with me samya didi" emphasizing on the word didi* to indicate Samya might be the elder sister but it's the younger one who is in command of the situation now.

Auntie in the meanwhile comes back with a small silver suitcase and says, " You know before I got married I had done a hair cutting and styling course but didn't get to pursue it. Its been a long time since I practiced my hair cutting skills and today you are my model" looking at Samya and laughing.

Samya could not believe what she heard. "What did you say? Your my hair cutting model? No...No way, you cannot do this to me."

Auntie: "Yes you heard right. You are going to pay for your words with your HAIR Samya.

Do you understand me clearly now," she said loudly and firmly. Then looking at Natasha she says, " Go and call your friends from the opposite house, lets have some audience for this fun." Before her mother could finish her sentence Natasha ran to call her friends in great excitement.

Sonali was getting shocks after shock and pleaded, " Please don't call the neighbours. They know me too. Its very embarrassing being punished in front of them."

Auntie: "That's the whole idea my darling, to make it as embarrassing as possible for you," she said in a very teasing voice. In the meantime Natasha arrives with her three friends, all giggling away as Natasha had briefed them on their way about all that they had missed so now they could all understand what's happening and enjoy the show. Auntie made them sit on the bed opposite the dressing table. Samya felt uneasy seeing them giggle in the mirror, but she avoided eye contact and looked down.

Auntie: "So lets begin the show," she said placing a white towel around Samya's neck and tucking it in really tightly then picking up Natasha's hairbrush. "Hmm so this brush carries lice ha?" She held it up looking at Samya and started brushing her hair with the same brush starting from the crown and moving down to her waist in long strokes. As soon as the brush touched Samya's hair she just closed her eyes and avoided saying anything because she realized, that it was her stupid words which have put her in this state.

Slowly the strokes started becoming more and more rough and Samya felt the pain and a jerk and her head moved back while the brush moved firmly through her hair. "Ouch its painful Aunty. Please do it  slowly." she requested. But the strokes only became firmer. Samya doesn't understand what was happening and meekly asked, "Are you going to cut my hair too? No nee because I just got a trim last week."

Auntie: "Oh Just shut up you silly girl or I will gag u now." as she continued stroking Samya's hair. Natasha and her friends burst out laughing at Samya's sorry state and silly question. Samya got more tense with every second passing by. Then auntie stopped stroking and starts parting Samya's hair in the middle very neatly. In no time with the parting she makes a centre line starting from the front of her head right to the back. Then taking the left side of the hair and separating them into three sections she starts braiding them tightly attached a red rubber band in the bottom to hold it firmly.

Samya: " Oh no .. don't make braids... i hate it... I look so kid like in them. Braids are for school girls," she said pointing towards Natasha.

Auntie: " We will see honey what's good for whom today," continuing and now finishing with the right side in the same manner. So now, there sat Samya with a white towel around her and two tight thick braids tied with red rubber bands in the bottom placed in front, not even a hair left loose. She really looked like a schoolgirl.

Then Aunty put the brush down and opened her small silver suitcase and took out a pair of big  old fashioned hair cutting scissors and announced, " Okay girls now begins the fun."

Samya panicked looking at the scissors and screamed, "What fun? Aunty what are you saying?" Auntie didn't say anything but with a wicked smirk just brought the scissors close to the beginning of Samya's left braid.

Natasha and her friends started cheering and rooting loudly. Samya still in a state of shock stuttering with words, "What are you doing?... Are you out of your mind... You cant cut my long hair... No way ... Please stay away"

Aunty unaffected:" Wish your braids goodbye sweetie, you are not going to see them again for a long long.. time." Samya got more desperate and started moving her upper body frantically trying to get away.

Auntie called Natasha and her friends to come and hold her tight in the chair. Natasha and her friends obliged with great delight.

Samya: " Natasha please tell your mom not to cut my hair, I will give you all my hair brushes, I will never be rude to you, I promise u Natasha." She begged but to no avail.

Natasha: " Too late sis, now we will see who has longer hair," and starts giving hi fis to her friends. Samya's eyes literally popped out in horror seeing her Aunty bring the scissors closer to her braid. Auntie placed the scissors just below the ears with Samya's braid between the shears and started cutting hard. It took quite a bit of effort as Samya's hair was thick but after a few minutes the left braid fell on Samya's lap and Natasha and her friends shout out loud in glory. Then Aunty moved to the right side and placed the scissors at the same level and started tearing into the right braid. Sooner then later the right braid too fells into Samya's lap in minutes.

Samta watched in disbelief with tears rolling out, "My hair.. why did you do this Aunty why? it was my crowning glory and you just hacked it off. Why?"

Auntie: "When glory gets to the head it needs to be shown its true place darling." Samya sat there looking really weird with her hair still mid parted, braids chopped off.

Natasha and her friends start clicking pictures of her on their cells. Samya tries to avoid them by looking away but since she was tied up she couldn't do much with Natasha and her friends exploring every angle to click pictures.

In the meanwhile Auntie using her combs and scissors starts styling the remaining hair and in fifteen minutes she shaped a good chin level blunt cut for Samya. She then takes a step behind Samya, puts her hands palms facing up on both the sides of the blunt hair checking the level and admiring her wonderful work.

Auntie: "Not bad ha. My hair cutting skills have still stuck by me in all these years. So my dear Samya how do u feel with waist level hair down to chin level. I am sure you feel so much more lighter," she said laughingly and teasingly.

Samya thought its all over, shook her head feeling her hair now only on her cheeks. "Please Aunty, I don't know how I  am going to live with such short hair," wanting to get up.

Auntie looking at Natasha and her friends with a wicked smile: " So what do u think of Samya's new blunt cut. She wants to get up now." Natasha and her friends get up and start screaming in rhythm "Go shorter" "Go shorter" "Go shorter".

Sonali in disbelief cries out,"What's left to cut anyway, just let me go. Enough of your nonsense."

Auntie: " Hmm someone has still not learnt from their mistakes and continues to speak rudely. Okay u girls will have it. LETS GO SHORTER." Natasha and her friends hearing this shout aloud in glee.

Samya: " I don't believe this you are cutting more. I will complain to my mom, I will complain to the police. you all are torturing a girl here."

Auntie: "Sure no problems go ahead, but the minute you complain to anyone, Natasha has clicked some lovely pictures of you getting a haircut. They will be circulated to all your friends in college, everyone in the building and even put online. So do u think complaining is a good idea?"

Samya just burst out crying as she was left with no choice but to continue to sit there and see her hair hacked down further. She finally realized she was helpless and could not do anything.

Auntie consoled her, "Don't cry honey we will give you a better style. You will look cuter." Saying this auntie picks up the brush and starts brushing Samya's hair again. Same way from the crown downwards. Only this time the strokes are faster as the length is so much shorter. Samya could feel the brush strokes hard on her scalp.

Then once again auntie neatly parts her hair in the centre and made two fluffy ponytails on both sides which barely fell below the ears. The ponytails looked like dogs ears. Natasha comes forward and remarks how cute and lifts both pony tails upwards with her hands and asks her friends to click a picture of her in that pose.

Auntie feels glad that her daughter is enjoying it, and asks Samya to smile for the picture but Samya felt completely humiliated,  shut her eyes and looked away. Natasha complained to her mom and Aunty told Samya that if she's not going to smile and look in the camera she will circulate her haircut pictures everywhere. So once again Natasha holds Samya's dog ear pony tails up as Aunty puts her fingers on Samya's lip ends and stretches them and makes Samya give a fake smile. CLICK CLICK "There you go honey. What a lovely picture." Remarks Aunty..

Now auntie without wasting much time gets the scissors closer to the base of the ponytails and chops them off with great ease this time and more hair falls on Samya's lap. Natasha and her friends seeing this start clapping and shouting. Samya just blankly starred in the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Aunty : "Don't worry darling you still have five to six inches of hair on top," which she quickly styles it into a short bob. She steps behind then to see how it looks. Not very satisfied she says "it looks too plain." Then another idea strikes her and she came in front of Samya now with a brush, pulled the hair in the centre of the head and gathers them in her hand then tries to collect more and more strands into her hands. Soon she had secured it tightly with a thick pink rubber band which had two small teddy bears fastened to it. She adjusted the teddy bears at the base on the small pony and pulls the pony at the end on both sides so that the ponytail stands like a fountain or a coconut tree right in the centre.

Auntie stepping behind: " So tell me little baby what do u think of this cute hairdo?" she asks to tease and embarrass Samya. Samya could not recognize herself in the mirror. She looks into the mirror and as if a 8 year old girl stares back at her. She cant believe this is happening to her. It feels like she would open her eyes and this nightmare would end. But unfortunately the nightmare would continue for Samya.

Natasha and her friends continue taking pictures and with every picture they would exclaim "how cute" "how cute"

Samya got irritated with them and said please now its over just remove this rubber band. I hate this style. So Aunty once again went behind Samya and asked Natasha and her friends,"Samya darling doesn't like this hairdo too. She wants to go? what do u think girls?"

Natasha and her friends chirp in rhythm "GO shorter" "Go shorter" "Go shorter". and Samya screamed "please Aunty no.. no please no more, please that's it, no more." But by now Auntie too was enjoying her self and shouts"LETS GO SHORTER"

Samya just gave in. She could not do much. except just bite her lips wondering what can be worse than this.

But auntie had something in her mind worse than this. She quickly takes her scissors and cuts that fountain ponytail at the base and one more trophy of glory falls on Samya's lap. Then she opens her silver suitcase and takes out her clippers. Samya was shocked with her mouth wide open.

Samya: "This is meant for guys there is no way Aunty you bringing this close to my head....Let me go" she howled.

Auntie: "Don't worry sweetie you will not feel any pain. You will just get a tickling sensation."

She fits number two blade onto the clippers, plugs them in and switches them on. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ  the sound nearly killed Samya and she started shaking her head frantically and screaming "No ways, no ways, please not this, please I beg u. I will do whatever u say Auntie  I will be yours and Natasha's maid servant, I will obey whatever u tell me, but please not this. please." She howled.

Auntie gets wild and asks Natasha to give her a used panty hose. Once Natasha obliges, she stuffs it into Samya's mouth and gags her. Then pushes her head firmly with the chin touching the towel in front and starts running the clippers at the back of her head vertically reducing the hair at back at two inches. Once she was done with that she takes the pair of scissors and comb and comes and stands in front of Samya. She combs all the hair in the front towards the forehead and then just above her eyebrows she runs her scissors chopping off all the hair below the eyebrows. So now the hair in the front lies covering the forehead in one line. That's called a Sadhna haircut. (Sadhna was an actress in India who had similar haircut in the front in one of the movies and it became a very famous haircut for 4 to 5 year old children)

Auntie: "OH she looks so sweet in that haircut. Maybe we should call u Sadhna baby instead of Samya now." Natasha and her friends start giggling and start calling Samya Sadhna baby and clicking more pictures of her. Samya felt completely defeated and just gave a cold expression. She avoided looking at the mirror in front, but Natasha kept putting her small makeup mirror in front of her telling her that she just looks like a five year old baby.

Looking at Samya avoiding Natasha, Auntie removes the panty from Samya's mouth and tells her, "If you say my name is Sadhna baby and I love my haircut, five times I will untie you.The choice is yours"

Samya considering the mood of her Aunt and Natasha feared that they might even shave all her hair off. So the poor girl with great reluctance, stopping and stammering said it five times , " My name is ..... Sadhna baby.... and... I .. love my ... haircut."

Auntie: "Very Good, that's like a good girl." All the girls around, pointing fingers at Samya giggled and laughed and ridiculed her.

Auntie: "So girls what do u think? Sadhna baby has completed her task. Should we auntie?" Natasha and her friends look at each other and start clapping their hands and start shouting "taklu" "taklu" "taklu" ** "shave it all off."

Samya: "No Auntie u promised me u will untie me and let me go. You cant go back on your words. These girls have lost their minds today," looking towards Natasha and her friends.

Auntie: "Of course I will auntie u sweetie, but I didn't tell u when. Maybe after I have shaved of your head all smooth." she began laughing loudly.

Samya started crying loudly and her eyes became really big when she saw auntie removing the blade and getting a bare clipper towards her head. Natasha and her friends continued with their rhythmic clapping. Auntie switches it on and the sound of the clippers Buzzzzzzzzzz made Samya faint this time.

Auntie this time begins with the front, running the clippers vertically down the centre of Samya's head starting from the forehead and moving towards the back. Repeats the same procedure on the left and right front too.

Then she moved to behind the ears on both sides and finally pushing Samya's head firmly down and completing the back too. Samya's hair was reduced to a stubble barely recognizable. 

Samya just sat there feeling completely humiliated. She didn't say a word but with tears rolling down her cheeks. For her the entire world had come to an end. Life would not be the same without her most cherished and precious possession, her hair.

Her Auntie stood in a corner with a wicked smile on her face. She was really glad that she had taught Samya a lesson which she would remember for life. She was also very happy for her daughter Natasha. She had helped her to feel superior now to Samya. Just thinking about Samya who had thick long princess like hair an hour back, and now she was unrecognizable with all that hair brutally hacked off to a stubble length crew cut. 

Truly it was a journey from Filthy Riches To  Filthy Rags.

*Didi means elder sister
**taklu means bald or almost bald

Gutsy Girl

The young lady in the pictures above is without doubt one with guts, whit and a hunger for success. Her new drastic but much needed hair transformation saw her hair cover the barber shop floor.  Her hair was taken from an over grown, ugly, hard to look after, boofy and stereo typed long boof of hair to a trendy, stylish short boyish X Crop.

For this young lady the sound of the electric clippers and crunch of the scissors was surely petrifying as it was for other girls before her. With every snip more and more of her hair would rain down into her lap and onto the barbershop floor.

Ocassionaly she was seen tilting her head down and looking into the pile of hair that had gathered in her lap and could feel the weight getting lighter and lighter after each and every snip was taken at the sides and moreover at the back of her head.

Incredibly precision cutting with Sterling 3, Reflections blade and guards. Again and again three times her head tilted forward as the haircutter moved slowly and finally running the clippers up Cheryl's nape line creating a tight taper along her hairline all the way around the back and sides over her ears.

The sides and back were now completely cropped to a tapered very short sexy finish and
top was a traditional Boyish X Crop finish.

Watch this blog for full haircut.

Please leave your comments if you like the pics and the cut.

 

The Two Sisters Punishment Haircut (PART 2)

It was still more than forty (40) degrees outside on a scorching summer day in Sydney.

Both girls were accompanied by their father and were in a sort of panic feeling as their father said to the receptionist with an abrupt voice "very short back sides for the both of them".

Tina's hair was below her waist line before she was forced into the chair and Cheryl‘s hair reaches down to her bra strap.

Cheryl thought she would never see the day her dad and sister Tina carried through with his threat about them getting haircuts. "Daddy ... Daddy please don’t ... I promise no more late nights" she said with tears falling on both her face as Tina also reacted and said to her "oh yes you do and just as short as mine seeing it's you and your boyfriend who made dad so angry.

Get off your ass and sit it he chair before I drag you over ... Now!"
“You are going to get decent short ... short hair today" said their dad with a loud commanding voice again.

Cheryl’s father walked over to where I was standing near the vacant chair and said “short, short ... really short back and sides boyish cut ... shorter than her sister ... do you understand?"

"Yes, certainly consider it done even if I have to handcuff her to the chair same as her sister"

"That is a good idea so do it" said their father before turning to Cheryl and at the top of his voice shouting "get your bum into the barbers' chair now".

Cheryl raised herself slowly off her chair and started moving towards the massive barber chair waiting for her. She was trembling and in tears. Tina watched with a smile on her face.

Like Tina her sister she had never sat in a barbers' chair before, the size of it was a little intimidating, with her not knowing what all the handles and equipment were for but little did she know she was about to find out.

Tina sporting her short boyish cut just sat with a smile on her face as her sister was actually now sitting in that immense chair about to be shorn of all her long blonde tresses finally.

"My name is Wallace the barber" I said as I fastened the same clean barbers' cloth then cape around Cheryl's neck. I tightened it firmly and turned her to the mirror to explain to her about her haircut. "Your father wants you to have a short, short cut and that is what I am going to do young Cheryl"

"No No No I do not want all my hair cut off” she said without hesitation. "Well I am sorry all your hair will be cut off shorter than Tina’s, so stop sooking and making a scene young lady" I replied.

As I turned Cheryl back away from the mirror before shearing her beautiful blonde hair to the floor she started sooking and like Tina had done pulled the cape around her neck off.

So I once again asked the my salons' goffer / assistant to get me two pairs of handcuffs from behind the counter and with her father's assistance I cuffed both Cheryl's hands to the chair.

Cheryl continued her tears but I just went on and wrapped clean barbers' cloth then cape around her neck once again and I tightened it firmly.

“All right,” the father said to me with a sense of excitement and he returned to take a seat in the waiting area.

“Big Change,” I said as I started to pull Cheryl's long hair out from under the cape.
She looked up at her long hair one last time as I came back around with scissors and comb in my hand.

I started by combing out a section right on top of her head and held it between my fingers. Her sister's eyes popped as I moved in with the scissors. SNIP SNIP SNIP, the scissors closed right into Cheryl's hair about an inch above her scalp. 39” of her hair was raining down onto the cape in front of her very own eyes.

I was quick to comb out the next section and SNIP SNIP SNIP. More of her hair was raining down over her shoulders and onto the cape. I worked my way up the top of her head reducing it to roughly 1” in length and moved my way over her right ear.

For Cheryl the sound of the scissors was just as petrifying as it was for her sister Tina. With every snip more and more of her hair would rain down into her lap. The right side was now completely cropped to roughly 1” in length like the top.

Now I tilted her head forward with my hand and started cutting toward the back behind her right ear. I held up section after section in the back and snipped away vigorously reducing the length all the way down to a short crop across the back. Tina's head down looking into the pile of hair that had gathered in her lap and could feel the weight getting lighter and lighter after each and every snip I took at the back of her head.

Wow a lot shorter please" I could hear her father and sister say out loud as I was cutting away.

All Tina and her father could see was me "The Barber" moving around and cutting away at section after section and was now taking the last few locks away from the back of Cheryl's head. I finished and the sound of the scissors finally went silent.

If Cheryl could see into a mirror at her reflection she would quickly realise that her hair was very roughly cropped to about 1” all over her head. She would see every feature on her face and neck now that there was no more hair to hide behind anymore. Her cheeks stood out more noticeably now without the long hair.

I returned to the bench put my comb and scissors down, before coming back behind Cheryl again with something in my hand which she didn’t get a chance to see, other then the chord that was leading to it. I tilted her head straight down to her chest and all she could hear was the sound of the WAHL Electric Clippers pop on. Nrrrrrrr. The sound of them filled the room.

I had my hand on top of her head holding it straight down and aIl she felt were the clippers being placed on her nape. They moved up the back of her head quickly in swift motions from the nape to her crown, pass after pass.

I now tilted Cheryl's head to the left and I worked the clippers way up behind her right ear then over over her right ear pass after pass quickly taking her hair down to very short peach fuzz. I moved over to her left side and rammed the clippers pass after pass over the left side as well.

I changed the guard on the clippers to a Pro Basic*, Super Taper(s)*, Sterling 3, Reflections blade and again tilted her head forward. I moved more slowly this time running the clippers up Cheryl's nape line creating a tight taper along her hairline all the way around the back and over her ears.

I finished with the clippers and took a spray bottle and sprayed the top of her hair making it soaking wet. I took a hairbrush and hair dryer and started drying it straight back making it stick up on the top. When I finished it was all spiked up on the top of her head with a very round shape.

I now took the clippers and a comb again and came back behind Tina and slid the comb into the top of her hair holding it horizontally all the way across. I moved in slowly with the clippers and ran them all the way across the top of the comb pass after pass creating a flat top shape on top of her head.

I was mesmerised watching this transformation I had given Cheryl and her sister Tina and how meticulously I worked at creating the shape, working slowly on the shape and took quite a bit of time until I was finally satisfied with it.

I put the clippers down and hit the foam dispenser and white foam came out of it.
I applied the warm white foam to her hairline across her nape and over her ears. He took a towel and placed it over my shoulder. I took a straight razor and ran it over a leather strap on the side of the chair.

I tilted her head straightforward and slid the razor into her nape scrapping it across the back of her neck. I ran the razor up over her right ear and down her right cheek. I went around to her left side and ran it over her left ear as well and down the other cheek.

I wiped her hairline off with the towel and threw the towel into a bin. I put some lotion on my hand and applied it to her skin where I had just shaved her. The smell was very much boyish aftershave lotion and very cooling on her skin.

As I do after every cut I took a dusting brush and poured some baby powder onto it. I brushed off her neck and over her ears and forehead while I loosened the cape. I slid the cape off of her shoulders allowing all of her long locks of hair to fall to the floor in front of her.

Finally I took the hand mirror and showed her the back.

There you go young girl” I said before undoing the handcuffs and calling out "nice and shorter than her sister".