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Danny couldn’t be masculine if he tried. He used to try when he was still just a young boy, but he was humiliated further by his failed attempts at manhood. Now being seventeen he’d given up on being accepted as a man and decided to pursue a more tangible goal of being a “pretty boy". He’d stopped hiding his delicate white hands in his pockets and instead used them to stroke his long red hair which he now accepted and was beginning to grow fond of.

 His mother on the other hand, was enraged to catch Danny admiring his beauty. She thought that Danny’s red locks made him a target to bullying and while Danny was a boy, she made him get his haircut short so that he wouldn’t embarrass her by being so noticeable.

 Danny went along with his mother’s wishes until he was about sixteen and his girlfriend, Sarah began to pay compliments to Danny’s hair. It was the first time anyone had said it was pretty, and Danny was beginning to feel more confident in his beauty. Danny had begged his mother to allow him to grow it long, and after a long persuasion, she gave in, but not without using haircuts as a constant threat to keep him in line.

 Now a year later, Danny’s hair had grown to about 10 inches all around and he was very happy with the way it looked and felt. So was Sarah, who had snuck in and was lying on his bed with him. She pulled his hair down into his eyes and over his lips which she leaned in to kiss. They giggled quietly in the room. Danny could feel himself get hard on the bed as she stroked his long red hair out of his eyes revealing her naked breasts. Sarah pulled her pants down and stroked herself with one hand and she brushed Danny’s cool silky locks with the other, finally immersing her nose in it and diving to kiss his neck beneath the ear. His hair smelled flowery like shampoo, much an improvement from the bristly scentless hair Danny used to have.

 Danny pulled his penis out of his pants and pulled Sarah on top of him. As he dug deeply into her warm and wet vagina Sarah looked into Danny’s eye’s which were wide, hazel and dilated. She had never noticed how pretty he really was, but with him submitting to her to gracefully she couldn’t help but feel humbled by his innocently fair skin, which was sprinkled so delicately with small freckles.

 They’re romance was interrupted however, by the sound of footsteps and the door opening. It was Danny’s mother, staring horrified and enraged. Sarah quickly put on her clothes and fled the scene. Before she did she mouthed “I love you" to Danny. This however, gave Danny little comfort and as he wrapped his slender nude flesh in the sheets Danny’s mother sat on the bed and looked at him sternly, but without tears. Her calm composure was the most unsettling foreshadowing to any punishment he could face. Finally she got up and walked to the door. Stopping in the doorway, she said to Danny, “Go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow."

 Danny felt the butterflies in his stomach turn because tomorrow was Saturday and he did not have any reason to get up early. He had a hunch of what she had in mind but he didn’t want to believe it. He tried to sleep hoping his mother would not hurt him in the way that he dreaded most. He hoped that she might hit him or tell him he’s grounded for a month, anything but a haircut.

 The morning came sooner than he’d hoped and sure enough, Danny’s mother was knocking on his door. “Danny! Are you up yet? It’s seven-thirty. Put on some nice clothes!" It wasn’t a dream. Danny put on his clothes but it was difficult because his hands were shaking so badly. Finally he was dressed and he stopped in the mirror to comb out his long beautiful red hair, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time.

 He got in the car with his mother. He knew the route even though he hadn’t taken it in a year, and although he was shaking all over, he still had hope, but it slipped away as they pulled into the parking lot of the salon he and his mother used to go to before he decided to grow his hair long. He could feel the tears well up in his eyes but his sadness was pierced by his mother’s voice which felt like acid burning at his heart.

 “You’ve done this to yourself. Now I don’t want to see you make a big scene out of this." She snapped at Danny, who tried desperately to contain his agony.

 “Come on." She stepped out of the car and yanked Danny out of the passenger’s seat. When they walked in he saw that there were not a whole lot of people there yet. Except for a few pretty girls getting their hair trimmed. Danny’s mother dragged Danny up to the front counter and held his arm. Danny tried not to look the woman in the face because he knew his eyes still felt damp.

 “My boy needs a special haircut."

 “Sure thing. Susan can take care of him now if that’s alright with you" The woman asked Danny the question but his mother butted in and answered for him

 “That will be fine, thank you."

 Danny and his mother were called over by the pretty young dark haired hairdresser and they walked to the red leather barber’s chair. Danny’s mother sat Danny down. The hairdresser looked alarmed. She tried to ignore it. She placed a heavy black vinyl cape of Danny enclosing him to make him certain of his entrapment. She asked Danny what sort of hairstyle he wanted. His mother answered for him again.

 “He’ll have about two inches on the top and taper the rest. Make him look like a young man again."

 “Is that O.K. with you?" The kind hairdresser asked Danny, who was distracted by a group of giggling teenage girls waiting and pointing at Danny.

 “Two inches on top ok by you?" She repeated in a caring voice.

 “What? No, Please mom!"

 “Yes that’s right. This is his punishment." His mother said cruelly.

 “Ok," The hairdresser frowned and pulled out a spray bottle a pair of scissors. She whispered “Sorry" to Danny but he couldn’t hold back any long and the tears began to escape from his eyes which were now hidden by the damp long bangs which were being combed out write over his face. Susan snipped at them. Danny’s eyes were closed but he could still hear the scrunching of the scissors and feel the heaviness of his bangs falling onto his lap.

 Now he could open his eyes and see the humiliation unfold in the mirror. His bangs looked like those of a little girl and he could see in the reflection the teenage girls laughing conspicuously at him. The hairdresser was grabbing enormous chunks of Danny’s hair and lopping them off. She noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks and tried to cheer Danny up.

 “You have such a lovely hair color. Is it natural?"

 Danny just sobbed silently. His mother looked at him shamefully.

 “It’s just a haircut Danny. Why don’t you take it like a man and stop being such a sissy little boy. If you don’t stop crying I’ll make you get a crew cut."

 Danny’s heart just sunk deeper, and he tried to drown out the laughing girls, the pitying hairdresser, and his cold hearted mother but when her heard the electric clippers click on, he could feel his stomach turn. As the clippers vibrated along his neck, Danny felt a familiar yet strange sensation come over him. His penis was partially erect. Danny looked down but thankfully his erection was hidden under the cape. “Head up please", Susan said, cocking Danny’s head straight.

 Finally the haircut was over, and the hairdresser dusted off the hacked off strands of beautiful silken red hair. His fear began to turn into excitement when he noticed his reflection. It was surreal to see this strange man in the mirror and Danny had a difficult time believing that he was the man in the reflection.

As Danny and his mother drove back to the house he wondered what Sarah would think of his new haircut. Would she like it? No she certainly wouldn’t, but she liked Danny before he grew his hair long and he could only hope that she’d be there to support him after his thrashing, and he was only in his mother’s grasp for a few more months.

When they arrived at their house Danny walked into the bathroom try to gather himself, he didn’t know what to think after such a traumatic incident. He pulled out the comb he had used just that morning to comb his beautiful tresses and he raked the pathetic remainder of his hair. “It’s not too bad, at least I still have pretty long bangs," Danny thought to himself as he pulled his bangs which reached a little above his eyebrows. “She didn’t cut as much as she said she would," This was true, but for Danny, it was merely a justification of the strange feeling he had earlier. Although his cheeks were stained with tears and he missed his long hair, Danny could not deny to himself that he was aroused.

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