Let me start by telling you how this all got started.  My name is Leslie.  I’m 17 years old and am almost finished with high school.  I have chestnut colored hair that reaches the small of my back.  My best friend is Janelle.  She has golden blonde ringlets down to her shoulderblades.  She’s also 17 and we’ve been friends since middle school.  The summer after our freshman year, Janelle and I were having lunch at a little restaurant in our town.  We sat outside and noticed a young woman, probably in her twenties, enter the barber shop across the street.  The woman had light brown, shoulder length hair with soft curls that bounced a bit as she walked. Janelle and I watched as she sat down in the barbers chair and was caped by the barber.  Our curiosity grew as the barber began to cut all of the woman’s hair very short with scissors.  We couldn’t take our eyes off her as we watched the barber clipper her hair, then shave it completely off with a razor.  When the barber finished shaving her, he rubbed her head with oil, then uncaped her.  She paid, then walked out of the shop, smiling and rubbing her shiny bald head.  She walked across the street and passed us on the sidewalk.  She smiled at us, as she knew we’d been watching her, fascinated,  while her head was shaved.  Janelle and I didn’t really talk for the rest of the meal.  When we got back to her house, she said, “that woman, shaving her head, was that crazy or what?”  I nodded.  “She must have been pretty brave to do that though.”  Janelle added.  “Yeah, totally.”  I agreed.  “I wonder why anyone would ever do that.”  I said.  “Yeah.  Her hair was so pretty.”  Janelle said.  “She looked just as good without it though.  She looked really confident.”  I said.  “Yeah, she did.”  Janelle agreed.  “That doesn’t seem like a good enough reason to do something so drastic though, do you think?”  I asked.  Janelle pondered my question, then asked, “Les, did you feel, I mean, when she was, you know, getting shaved, did it make you feel, kinda……”  “Funny?”  I said.  “Yeah.  It was like, almost,”  She said.  “A turn on?”  I offered.  “Exactly!”  Janelle said.  “Wild huh.”  I said.  She nodded.  “Did it make you wonder how you’d look without hair?”  She said.  I shrugged.  “Maybe a little.”  I said.  “Come on, that girl was beaming.  My brothers always said how awesome getting their heads buzzed for summer felt.”  Janelle said.  “So I bet having it shaved clean feels incredible.  I can’t think of any other reason to do it.”  She said.  “Yeah, you’re probably right.  It does make you envy her a bit huh?”  I said.  “Oh yeah.”  Janelle said.  She rubbed her own head, inspecting the shape of it in the mirror.  I did the same.  “I never realized how perfect my head was.”  Janelle said.  “Yeah, mine’s shaped nicely too.”  “Lets do it.”  Janelle said.  “Lets get our heads shaved.”  “Are you serious?”  I said.  She nodded.  “Let’s make a pact.  Before the end of summer, we both have to get our heads shaved.”  I shrugged and said, “how about before we graduate?”  Janelle rolled her eyes and said, “sure, but you have to promise.”  I shook her hand.  I knew she was just bluffing.  I looked at the clock and realized that I had to be home for dinner  in ten minutes.  “I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”  I said. “Yeah, you bet.”  She replied.
 
Janelle came over to my house the next morning.  It was unusually hot so we decided to go to the pool down the street to cool off.  When we got there the pool was nearly empty.  A man was cleaning it and said that it would be closed for routine maintinence until next week.  Janelle and I looked at each other and groaned  We walked back to my house and plopped down in front of the tv.  We were both sweating buckets.  She ran her fingers through her hair and said, “You know, I think maybe today’s the day I’ll shave my head.”  “You can’t be serious.”  I exclaimed.  “Yeah, why not?  I mean, we said we’d do it before we graduated.  I’m so hot right now.”  She said.  “Yeah but there are other ways to cool off.”  I said.  “Well, like I said, I’m gonna do it before I graduate.  I think I’d rather have hair a couple years from now.  Besides, if I shave it off now, it’ll be long enough for a pixie when school starts.”  Janelle said.  I shrugged and nodded.  “Are you gonna do it too then?”  She asked.  “I guess so.”  I reluctantly agreed.  It was only hair, and I could live with a pixie in the fall if Janelle had one too.  So we walked downtown to the barber shop where we had watched the girl lose her locks the day before.  To make a long story shorter, Janelle went through with it, and I chickened out after watching my best friend’s long curls shaven off.  Janelle didn’t care.  She said I still had a couple of years.
 
Well a couple of years came around.  About a month before graduation, Janelle and I were out at lunch and she mentioned our pact.  “Do you remember when you said you’d shave your head before graduation?”  She asked.  My mouth dropped.  “I completely forgot.”  I said.  “Well, I know you’re supposed to do it, but I don’t care.  It’s no big deal.  You thought that pact was a joke when you shook anyways.”  She said.  I shrugged and said, “Yeah, I couldn’t believe you did it.”  “Yeah, well it did feel amazing, that’s for sure.”  Janelle said.  “Maybe someday.”  I said.  She nodded.
 
I didn’t feel any pressure to have my head shaved, but I thought about it every night up until the day before I graduated.  I wanted so badly to have my head shaved.  I wanted to feel the weight of my head get lighter as the barber cut my hair, and I wanted to feel the clippers buzzing my hair to stubble, and most of all, I wanted to feel that stubble shaved away nice and smooth with a straight razor.  The night before graduation, I decided to do it.  I drove downtown and stopped at the only barber shop open.  I walked inside and a woman barber was cleaning up and getting ready to close.  “Hi there.  I’m Sam.  Can I help you?”  She asked.  I took a deep breath and said, “I’d like a head shave please.”  She stared at me for a moment and said, “are you sure?  That’s a big change.”  I nodded.  “Yes.  I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”  I replied.  “Great.  Take a seat then and have you shaved nice and clean in no time.”  I sat down in the big red leather barber’s chair.  Sam picked up a pair of scissors and quickly lopped off my ponytail.  Then she caped me.  She spun the chair around so I couldn’t see myself.  “I’ll cut your hair in short before I buzz it with clippers, ok hon?”  she said.  I nodded, and she began.  Hair fell all around me and my head felt lighter and lighter as Sam cut all of my hair very short
.  Snip snip snip.  Soon Sam put the scissors down and opened a drawer.  I looked down and saw the floor below me covered with my soft chestnut locks.  I bit my lip.  I couldn’t believe what I was doing.  Should I stop?  No.  I was going to feel how amazing it was to have my head shaved.  Before I could finish my thought I heard the loud buzzing of clippers roaring in my ear.  I felt cold steel vibrating on my forehead as Sam started to shave me with clippers.  Buzzzzzzzzzaaa.  She pushed them back making the first of many passes as she began to shave my hair off.  Buzzzzzzzzzzzaaa.  Chunks of short hair tumbled off my head and into my lap or onto the floor as Sam shaved and shaved.  Buzzzzzzzzzaaa.  The vibrations were amazing.  I closed my eyes and my head gently rocked back and forth as I felt more of my hair peeled off with the clippers.  Buzzzzzzzzzzaa.  The cold air brushed over the now bare top of my head.  I shivered.  Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaa.  Sam tipped my head to one side and began to shave it.  She shaved my sideburn right off and continued to remove more of my chestnut hair.  Buzzzzzzzzzzzzaaa.  Every time the breeze hit my freshly shaved skin I felt more queasy.  Little shaved bits of my hair tickled my ear as the clippers pressed on.  Buzzzzzzzzzzzzaa.  Sam tilted my head the other way and started to shave the other side.  I went numb as they shaved over my temple.  Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzaa.  Sam shaved another path up the side of my head and left more stubble behind.  She said loudly, “head down please.” and she pushed my head into my chest.  Then she started to shave the back of my head.  Hair fell into my lap as she shaved it free from my head.  As the clippers shaved higher, up over my occipital bone, I about passed out in pleasure.  My body was so weak as she shaved off another path of hair on the back of my head. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaa.  I felt myself become a bit wet as Sam continued.  Buzzzzzzzzaaaa.  All too soon Sam had shaved the last path of my hair to stubble and turned the clippers off.  She hung them up and said “you can lift your head sweetie.”  She waved a hand in front of my eyes and I snapped out of my trance-like state and sat up.  I shivered as the fan blew cold air on my newly shorn head.  It felt so cold.  She undid the cape and shook it before laying it on the barber’s chair at the next station.  I reached up to touch my head and shuddered at the rough stubble the clippers left behind on my cold skin.  Me head felt so light but I half expected to feel my long hair still there.  I made a face as I rubbed the coarse stubble.  “It feels like sandpaper.”  I said.  Sam said, “Oh don’t worry honey, I’m gonna give you a good hot shave with a razor to get rid of that stubble.  You’ll be shaved clean and smooth in no time.”  Sam tucked a large white towel into my collar and draped it over my shoulders.  I was so out of it from getting clippered that I forgot about the razor shave.  Sam soaked another large towel in very hot water and wrapped it tightly around my head.  It burned a bit since my head felt so cold to begin with.  I tensed as the hot water stung a bit.  Sam said, “Sorry about that sweetie.  It’s only for a few minutes.  It softens up your hair for a better shave.”  I nodded.  Then she started to sweep up my hair off the floor.  I had to shut my eyes tightly and hold back tears as she swept it all into a big mound.  Just half an hour before, it had all been on my head.  Had I really just gotten all of my soft chestnut hair shaved off?  Sam saw me and put a hand on my shoulder.  “Try to relax.  Everyone gets sad and nervous when they lose alot of hair.  We’re almost done though and you’ve been great.  We’ll have thats stubble shaved off soon.”  I sighed and took a few deep breaths.  It was only hair and I could grow it back.  And getting a razor shave will be amazing.  I heard a whining noise behind me and turned to see Sam pumping a large amount of hot shaving cream into her hand.  She came back to me and unwrapped the hot towel from my head.  Instantly and cold air rushed to my head and made me shiver.  Soon I felt the warmth rush back as Sam spread a thick coat of hot shaving cream over my entire head.  She washed and ried her hands then tooka straight razor from her coat pocket and sharpened it on the leather belt attached to the chair.  “Now sit very still Leslie.”  I sat up straight and still as a statue and she placed the razor on my forehead hairline.  I held my breath as she took the forst slow stroke with the razor.  The shop was so quiet I could hear the stubble being scraped away.  Sam wiped the blade and shaved another path of stubble off.  The cold air immediately rushed to my sensitive shaven skin as soon as Sam shaved it.  She worked very slowly and carefully shaving the top of my head clean.  My body was weak as ever.  Sam gently tipped my head to the right and slowly shaved up.  She shaved off my left sideburn and up over my temple.  She bent my ear over so she could shave around it.  Sam took her time cleaning the whole left side, then she repeated the process on the right side of my head.  My heart was pounding the whole time and I fell back into the tranced state.  I rested my head in Sam’s hand as she shaved me.  I felt cool air on both sides of my head then Sam pushed it into my chest again.  She shaved slowly up the middle from my nape to my crown.  My pussy was hot and wet as she shaved over my occipital bone.  Sam shaved and shaved and finally I felt no more shaving cream on my head.  I had almost fallen asleep when she lifted my chin and woke me from my trance.  “Almost done.  Just have to wipe you off.”  Sam said.  She put her razor down and soaked a clean towel in the hot water.  She wiped my head to get off any stray hairs and excess shaving cream that may have been left.  Then she gently patted my head dry with clean dry towel.  She put a few drops of some oil in her hand then she massaged it into my newly bald head.  Having her fingers rub my bare skin on my head felt so foreign.  Finally, she untucked the towel from my collar and spun the chair around to face the mirror.  My heart pounded as I saw my new bald self for the first time.  I stared at the stranger looking back at me in the mirror.  I reached up to touch my head for the first time and almost felt a surge of electricity run through my body.  “What do you think?”  Sam said.  I studied myself.  My eyes appeared bigger.  All of my facial features stood out.  Things I never noticed before, such as the perfect shape of my head, or how cute my ears were, or what a nice arch my eyesbrows had, became apparent.  “So?”  Sam asked again.  “I think I like it.”  I replied.  She let out a sigh of relief.  “Oh I’m so glad.  I’m always nervous when I shave someone’s head for the first time.”  She handed me a small mirror and spun the chair around so I could see the back of my head.  “Without a single hair on it, I could really appreciate every sensation my head felt.  Every touch, every movement, I felt it in a way I hadn’t before.&
nbsp; Sam patted my shoulder and said, “Well, I know you want to stare in that mirror for a few hours but I’ve got to close up and get home.”  “Oh I’m sorry, I’ve been holding you up a bit haven’t I?”  I said.  She shook her head and laughed.  “It’s fine.”  I reached into my purse and paid and tipped her generously.  “Thank you so much Sam”  I said.  Then I stood up and headed out to my car wondering how I was going to explain this to everyone.  My parents, my boyfriend, Janelle, everybody was going to be stunned!