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Walking out of the hairdressers into a chill afternoon wind is a shock to my newly exposed ears and neck; I'm not prepared for how strange it feels to be parted from my long hair. As we walk along the high street I'm very self conscious and people seem to be looking at me, some even a little surprised to see a once attractive young woman with a very old fashioned severe hair style. It is quite a relief when Aunt suggests we go into a near by café for a cup of tea.

We enter the café and I choose a table near to a mirror on the wall so I can try to take this in. As my Aunt goes to the counter I can only stair at my self in disbelief, I hardly recognise myself, I cant take my fingers off my neck it feels so cold and smooth and then my fingers come to step of hard lacquered tight curl were my hair begins.

Aunts bring the tea and sits down.

"I know this must be a really big step for you having most of your hair cut off and a new perm but I think it's a real step forward for you. These little curls look really nice and it's so nice to be able to see you looking so presentable, I'm so proud to be seen with you and I'm sure John will feel the same"

This reassured me a little and I got a little of the determination back that set me on this path in the first place, after all I have had this dramatic change because its what John asked me to do to help him and my hair had gone now so I better just get used to it. And if any one though it strange to see a young woman like this well that was there problem not mine. We finish our tea and set off to look for an outfit for tomorrow.

First stop was the co-op department store walking in was like stepping back in time, there are racks of cloths a few months ago I would never have gone near now I found them both attractive and smart. My eye was drawn to a dark green suit on one of the dummies it had a tight fitting jacket that buttoned to the collar with a matching silk scarf, and a flared skirt that finished just above the ankle. I take one to the changing room pull the curtain behind me and take off my jacket, blouse and skirt. Then in the mirror I took what I have become, looking at me is a young woman with short curls, dark tan stockings, tight girdle and long line bra what a change to my low cut jeans g-string and no bra of three months ago. I put on the suit it's made of heavy real quality material and the skirt is a lot longer and fuller than I'm used to wearing.

"Let's have a look at you then calls Aunt". I leave the changing room and come out into the shop, there's an assistant with Aunt now, a lady in her 50's with glasses hanging from a chain round her neck. "What do you think dear" she asks but before I can answer her she caries on talking "the fits good but the foundation not right, she needs a different type of brassier with this look, wait there". She instructs me. A couple of minutes later she returns with a bra she didn't ask what size but after years of fitting didn't need to. I'm sent back to the changing room. I put the new one on it's no smaller than my other but it has a different affect this is an old fashioned cross your heart bra and it really does lift and separate. With the jacket back on me and my new curls, I look very lady like. The suit feels very formal and smart it'll be just the job for tomorrow. A walk over to the corsetry department as they call it, and I've found a pair of large silk knickers with elasticated legs, and some sheer barley black stockings for tomorrow, and a black very tight all in one open bottom girdle a pair of frilly black knickers and some very black stockings with heels and seams, because even prim lady's like some fun. I've now got what I need and so we get a taxi back to the village.

It's the same driver we had earlier, a man in his mid thirties he seems surprised and seems to be staring at my hair as we get in.

"You've had you're hair cut he says, (more like a statement than a question)

"Yes" I reply

After a moments hesitation he then tells me "It looks very nice"

I'm not sure if he means this or not as he looked a little shocked, I suppose when he saw me a few hours earlier I was wearing my long hair half way down my back and it was blowing in the wind, now its chopped extremely short very tight curled and hard lacquered quite a change.

As we come into the village I can see that the lights are on in Johns cottage so when we stop and get out, I feel my nerves coming back again, what if I've gone to far and it's far to short, are these curls to tight will my neck line be to extreme, may be he wont like me with out my long hair and he doesn't want to be seen with me in public looking like this, my minds gone into a spin and I just cant wait any longer I need to know now.

"I'm going to show John and see what he thinks; I'll be back in a little wile". I tell my Aunt.

Before she can answer I'm striding towards Johns door.

I knock the door and my hearts pounding almost as much as when I first sat in the hairdressers chair and it seems to take an age for him to answer the door.

The door opens and for a second its like he doesn't recognise me, my heart stops, then a big smile breaks across his face, and I breathe again.

"Don't just stand there come in so I can have a proper look at you, you look so different"

I go in and he's just staring at what's left of my hair I turn round for him so he gets the full effect of my new neck line.
"Wow they've really not held back on you have they" he gasps," you look absolutely perfect, I cant thank you enough for doing this for us, you're my perfect lady now, I just love the way you look it's exactly what I had in mind. I didn't dare to ask for this short and tight a style, but it's even better than I could have hoped for. You wouldn't believe how pleased and proud I am that you've had the courage to go through with such a dramatic change for me, it must have been a traumatic experience having all you're lovely long hair cropped off, but looking at you now it was so worth it. I just cannot believe how lucky I am. I cannot wait till tomorrow to show every one my perfect lady, but tonight I want you to my self so I can take in how perfect you look and especially that really beautiful neck of yours now that I can see it".
I'm crying again this time out of re

John holds me and as I sob on his shoulder he's running his fingers up and down my shaven neck it soon stops me crying as it feels electric, this is a new pleasure that my cut has allowed me. I'm so relived that this style is what he really wanted and if it makes him this happy then my sacrifice has been worth it.

Later I'm walking back to Aunts with my head high and feeling quite proud of my self for having the courage to do this today, the man I did this for love's my new style and that's all that matters to me right now. When I get in Aunts waited up for me anxious to find out John's reaction, no need to answer she can tell from my face.

She's in her nightgown and I go up and change into mine, when I'm changed she calls me through to her room, we'd established a routine were we'd sit at night in our long night dresses and she would spend time brushing out my long hair, that wasn't going to happen any more. Instead I sit down at the dressing table and Aunt gets out her box of rollers.

"With your important meeting tomorrow we need to protect you're set" Aunt tells me.

She was already wearing her own hair net and had one ready for me. The small plastic rollers from the box are being wound into my hair. Now the black nets stretched over my head it's running across my forehead and under my ears and I can feel it high on my exposed neck. Looking in the mirror at me in a net again and I can see Aunt over my shoulder in hers I look different to when she wound the foam rollers into my long hair, so much to get used to, am I ready for a future of hairnets and lacquer I'm not sure but if it makes John this happy I'm going to give it a go.

I didn't sleep well the plastic rollers were sharp against my scalp kept waking me when they dug in. I wash and then on with my shop cloths, I'm still wearing my net when I go down to breakfast with Aunt.

"Good morning dear what time will you be leaving today for the meeting" Aunt asks

"John's coming at 2:30"

"Right then we'd best leave those in till then so that your hairs just right, we'll put this on you and you can carry on as normal" She picks up a large flowery head scarf folds it, puts it over my rollers and net and thighs it under my chin, this is another new experience wearing rollers in public what will people think.

I've had a few funny looks this morning especially from the younger women who come into the shop when ever I go out to the rear of the shop I just have to have a look at my self in the mirror the scarf looks glamorous in a 1950's sort of way but the net showing under really gives people a surprise, they don't seem used to seeing this on a young woman, nor am I come to that. Wait till they see my perm.

John pops in during the morning, I don't know if I want him to see me in my rollers net and scarf, but he seems to have other ideas, we nip out into the store room behind the shop he unties my scarf and lifts it off.

"I just came by to check everything is ok for this afternoon, and I'm glad I did now you look really glamorous I love these rollers" I'm taken aback, at first I think he's joking then realise he's not. That he can see me like and think that makes me giggle. He places both hands on my rollers and I can feel them on my scalp but its not unpleasant as he massages my rollers, I'm just a little worried he will mess my curls up, then he strokes my hairless neck and its electric again.
I put my scarf back on and go back to the shop not long now till I need to get ready.

The time soon comes round then it's upstairs to prepare.

I slip off my shop clothes then it's on with a pair of large white silky knickers with elasticised legs well down my thighs. My new bra seems strange I'd got used to my big cones rigidly sticking out, but now they look much less obvious in this new bra. Next the tight girdle with six suspenders ready for the barely black stockings no heels or seams this time but I still find black stockings really sensual, they feel really smooth as I pull them up to the suspenders waiting for them. A full silk slip finishes my under wear off. I go through to Aunts room were she's waiting to do my hair.

The nets untied and lifted off then she quickly unwinds the rollers there's not much hair to unwind this time. My curls drop in perfectly and I look just as I did yesterday when Mrs Hood had finished with me. I'm still not really used to seeing my self with out my long hair and it still feels as if part of me is missing thinking all this and I'm struggling to hold the tears back again.

"Come along Dear pull your self together, it's all gone now and crying isn't going to bring you're hair back, I remember how traumatic it was when I was parted from my long hair, but you just need to give your self a little time to get used to it. After all it's not like you've had you're arm cut off"

And she's right I start to think about the positive side of this especially John's reaction and that brings back a smile.
A thick coat of lacquer and my neat tight curls are immaculate again.

I put my suit on and the long skirt feels very feminine the matching silk scarf feels cold and smooth against my shaven neck and a pair of flat black shoes and matching handbag finish of the look. The glimpse of black stocking at my ankle looks very nice. Looking in the mirror I look and feel very special the completed respectable young country lady.

Coming down stairs Aunts waiting at the bottom with her camera.

"My Dear you look absolutely perfect John will be so proud."

We go out into the garden were I posed yesterday, only this time my hair looks a lot different. As we finish John arrives to pick me up.

He comes in and just stands there staring at me for what seems an age, and then taking my hand tells me "You look perfect don't ever grow it back". At this moment I know this emotional roller coaster has been worth it.

To be continued.

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