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The only time that I have asked a girlfriend to cut her hair cost me the relationship. We hadn't been going out that long, three months or so, but I thought that we knew each other well enough for me to ask her something like that. She responded with an avalanche of questions that I had hoped against hope that she wouldn't. A straightforward "Yes" or "No" would have been nice, but instead, my question was the trigger for a major investigation. I declined to answer on the basis that I would incriminate myself and that just led to a whole host of recriminations about the future, about trust and secrets and all that "girly" stuff. 

Women  with short hair turn me on, seeing them get it cut turns me on even more, but that's not the sort of stuff that I was about to tell her. I just told her that it would suit her (which it would have) and insisted that there was nothing else behind it. Whether she had uncovered some evidence to the contrary or not, I don't know, but she was certainly persistent in her pursuit. The flare up was fierce, but short-lived, with the result that I was single again. Ever since that day, I had never posed the question again and had kept my interest very much close to my chest. I decided that although I was passionate about my hobby, I liked to get laid and I wasn't going to jeopardise that.

My interest went back into the closet and stayed there with my next girlfriend, but after only a couple of months she sensed that I was holding back in some respects and that was the cue for the relationship to wither and die rather quickly. I was single again for a few weeks and tormented myself with ways to introduce my interest into a relationship without it causing the problems that I had experienced before.

Jenny was an attempt at a fresh start and as luck would have it, she already wore her hair reasonable short. It barely grazed her collar, but was sufficiently long to 'move' when she turned her head quickly. I would never get the chance to see her go from long to short, but the way she wore her hair was enough to pique my interest. We got on quite easily from the moment we started chatting in the entrance to a bar while she was waiting for friends and I was making a phone call. That led to a drink and we progressed quite quickly to the point where I was able to appreciate her body the way it was meant to be appreciated. She was funny, intelligent and sexually adventurous and I had to constantly tell myself not to lose her. I knew though that I could only keep a lid on my other mistress for so long, so I had to think of a way to deal with that.

I kept my own hair neat and tidy, possible slightly longer than many men would feel comfortable with. I always went to the same unisex salon, partly because I liked the woman who cut it and partly because I was always hopeful of seeing a woman getting her long hair cut short. I have to admit that in all the time I had been going, I had been disappointed on that score and usually had to content myself with the odd inch off here and there. I lived in hope. I hadn't been for a while and that set me thinking about a different way to tackle my 'problem'. I had perhaps been thinking too directly in the past and clearly needed to change that and be a little more subtle. The way to get to Jenny's hair could well be via my own. I started to think about the best way to approach it.

That evening, I was coming out of the shower while Jenny was preparing to go in. I towelled my hair and looked in the mirror.

'Do you think my hair's too long?' I asked, keeping my voice as flat as I could manage.

'You probably need to get tidied up a bit, yeah' she said. 

Despite my best efforts not to look at her, I couldn't resist. I wanted to focus on my hair and all I could see was her boobs. I wouldn't say that they were the first things that I noticed about her in that bar, as that would be sexist, but she has got a beautiful pair on her. Not massive, but generous and totally natural. They say that more than a handful is wasted, and ever since we got "friendly", I have always tried to minimise any wastage! I could spend hours playing with them, caressing them, but what it all boiled down to, was that she had been blessed with what I considered to be the perfect pair of boobs. I looked back at myself in the mirror.

'Should I go shorter than usual this time?' I asked her as she stepped out of her panties. 

'It's up to you' she replied.

I decided to leave it there for now.

While she was showering, I decided to plant another seed, for use later on. I logged on to do a bit of online shopping, in the knowledge that at some point, Jenny would do the same. I browsed for hair clippers amongst other things and once I was sure that they would come up prominently in the 'You recently looked at these and we're telling your loved one' section, I logged off.

It was the following day before I got the 'What were you looking at hair clippers for?' question.

'Just curious' I replied.

'I thought you always go to that same woman' she commented.

'I did. I do, I mean. I was just wondering whether it would be cheaper in the long run to go down the DIY route' I said.

'That would hardly go down well at work would it, if you turn up with bits and pieces sticking out because you tried to cut your own hair' she said.

'You could always do it' I said, feeling a stirring in my jeans at the thought.

'It's not as if money is tight, is it? Get it done properly if you're going to do it' she said.

'So you think I should?' I asked.

'I think you should get it done professionally, that's all I'm saying.'

'Fair enough' I replied and decided to leave it at that for the time being.

After a few minutes I put my newspaper down. I could bear it no more and had to bring the subject up again.

'You're right, I will get Dawn to do it. It's daft thinking that it would work out okay if I tried it' I said. 

Jenny looked up from her book.

'I'm glad that's sorted then' she said before lowering her head. I waited a moment.

'Do you want me to book you in while I'm at it?' I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite my churning stomach.

'I'll give Michael a ring, it's okay' she replied without looking up again.

'I just thought it would be easier if we both go together' I said.

'You could come to Michael with me' she said.

Fuck, I thought. I had walked straight into that one. I'd never considered that she would suggest that I change hairdressers. She knew that I liked going to Dawn. Was she jealous? Why would she be? 

'I've been going to Dawn longer than you've been going to Michael' I replied after a moment.

'Let's swap then. I'll go to Dawn, you go to Michael.'

'There's something not right about having another man cut your hair' I said.

'What about a woman having her hair cut by another woman' Jenny countered.

I had seen that one coming and decided to resist any lecherous remarks or anything that would even hint at how much potential there is in such a scenario for someone like me.

'I just thought if we were both in town together, we could go for something to eat afterwards' I said, eager to downplay how much it would mean to me to even be in the same salon as her while she got her hair cut.

'I'll think about it' she said, before returning to her book.

I managed not to badger Jenny about that discussion and it was a couple of days later when she brought it up again.

'Did you book me a hair appointment?' she asked.

I didn't want to tell her that I had been waiting for the right moment to bring it up again, so I played dumb.

'I was too busy. I clean forgot. Sorry. I'll sort it' I said rapidly, before returning to the pile of work that I had on the dining room table. She said no more about it, but the following evening I was able to announce that we were booked in with Dawn for early Friday evening. She said that it was fine with her and thankfully didn't mention Michael again.

I picked her up on the Friday after work and drove in to town. I was grateful that we were both able to finish a bit earlier on a Friday, so we could get in on a weekday and avoid the Saturday crowds which is what we would have been faced with otherwise.

'Hi, Tim and Jenny for Dawn' I said as we got to reception.

I could see Jenny looking around her, assessing my taste in hairdressing establishments and deciding how it compared with her usual haunt at Michael's.

'I'll let her know that you're here' the receptionist said. I had seen her many times, but still didn't know her name and wasn't ever sure whether she remembered me. I was happy enough with that. It was Dawn who kept me coming here, not any of the others.

'Hi Tim' a voice said as steps approached from behind me. I was holding Jenny's hand at the time and for some reason felt the need to give it a squeeze as Dawn approached.

'Hi Dawn' I replied 'this is my better half, Jenny' I said. 

Dawn was certainly a woman who I have fantasised about shaving. She must be forty or so, but was well-preserved nevertheless! That was a joke by the way, as I'm not too far behind her in the age stakes. I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed on a cold night and over the years we had got to be fairly comfortable with each other. She had worn her hair in various styles since I started going to her, although never that short. It was currently in a sort of face-hugging style, dark brown and very well-cut. With a bit of lacquer and primping, she would look like a newscaster, it was that sort of style. Not my taste, but then there isn't really a style that I see that wouldn't be improved by a pair of clippers.

'So who's going first?' Dawn asked as she led the way through to the salon. I took the opportunity to appreciate her backside as she walked. Well, you have to, don't you?

'You may as well' Jenny said, nudging me forward.

'That's probably best. I can do Tim on auto-pilot and then that will leave us a bit more time' Dawn replied. Jenny looked a little confused.

'You are here for a re-style and a colour?' Dawn asked. Jenny looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

'I didn't know what to book you in for. I just thought that it was best if Dawn had a bit more time available' I said, being put on the spot more than a little.

'As long as that's all it was' Jenny said tersely.

'Come on, Tim, we'd best get started and then we can see what Jenny really wants' Dawn said, defusing the tension a little.

I sat in the usual chair and tried to calm my racing pulse as Dawn fastened the gown around me. Dawn started chatting to Jenny as she got a spray bottle and started into her routine, but Jenny cut her short.

'Tim's been thinking about going shorter' Jenny said, stopping Dawn in her tracks. Dawn peered round at me quizzically.

'After all this time, I don't even bother to ask what he wants, I just do it' Dawn said.

'He's been looking at buying some clippers' Jenny said with a smile.

I was starting to doubt the wisdom of bringing Jenny along. Who knows what she would tell Dawn.

'So are we actually doing something different this time, then?' Dawn asked.

'What do you think?' I asked her.

'It's not up to me. I understand now why you've brought your young lady along. You need her to approve what you ask me to do' Dawn said. Not exactly, I thought.

'Come on, Dawn hasn't go all day' Jenny chided. 'Are you going shorter or not, it's make your mind up time' Jenny said. I quite like the way she approached that part of it.

'What the hell, I'm good looking enough, so it'll be fine whatever you do' I said trying to smile, but feeling a little embarrassed that I had just made such a remark.

Dawn appeared to ignore it and now had some clippers in her hand. She was flicking through an array of guards on the worktop, taking her time over her selection.

'Let's keep it simple. Was it short or very short you had in mind?' I knew what I had in mind for Jenny, but it is a different proposition when it is yourself that is in the chair.

'What do you think, love?' I asked Jenny. She hesitated.

'I tell you what, I'll do short and then you can decide if that's far enough. I can't put it back on, now can I?' Dawn remarked, without waiting for Jenny's opinion.

With that, I was launched on the way to my first clipper cut. I was grateful for the kind way that the cape lay over me, as I would not have wanted to explain what was going on in my trousers just then. I watched as Dawn worked. Watching my hair fall in clumps, totally different from the way that it fell when Dawn cut it with scissors.

'Are you having a bit of a change too?' Dawn asked Jenny.

'We'll see. I've been going to the same guy for so long that it will be interesting to have someone else do it. We'll see how the fancy takes me, but I don't think that you'll need all the time that Tim here has booked. I'm sorry about that' Jenny said.

'So you don't fancy the idea of changing colour then?' Dawn asked as she mowed my head. There was still a good bit of length there, so I don't know if she was using a five or a six, something like that.

'I've never really thought about it. I suppose that I don't want to be tied in to a maintenance schedule' Jenny replied.

'There is that. Sounds like somebody else has other ideas' Dawn said, patting me on the shoulder with her free hand.

'Honest, I just thought that it would be good to have time, whatever Jenny decided.'

'So it's her decision then?'

'Of course' I replied, wishing that the answer was different.

'How does that feel?' Dawn asked after a while. I started to reach from under the cape.

'Not you' Dawn said.

I could see Jenny smile.

'He's a bit like a dandelion now' Jenny said, laughing. Dawn joined in.

'You hear that Tim. The love of your life thinks I've turned you into a dandelion.' How grateful I was for such familiarity.

'I can take it right down around the back and the sides if you want' Dawn said. I wasn't sure if she was directing that at me or at Jenny. I felt Jenny  stroke the back of my head. I knew immediately how a cat felt when its owner stroked it.

'I think that would be better' Jenny replied. I wasn't consulted.

Dawn changed guard and revved up the clippers ready for another assault. She started round the back so that I couldn't see, but I could feel the clippers running high up the back of my head.

'What do you think' Dawn asked, obviously addressing Jenny as I couldn't see.

'It's very short, isn't it' she replied.

'I've wanted to do that for years' Dawn said before patting me on the head.

'Don't worry, you'll be fine when I've finished' she added in a bid to put my mind at rest. The consequences of the meeting of my fetish world and the real world started to sink in.

I saw the impact as Dawn started clipping in front of my ear, more hair fell than was left behind, despite her claim that she was using a number three with a "don't be such a sissy" tone in her voice. She finished off by doing the top with a number four and whilst it was shorter than I had ever dared go, it wasn't that radical in the grand scheme of things.

'Short enough?' Dawn asked Jenny.

Jenny ran her hand up the back of my head again, this time feeling something more like stubble than she had before.

'You'll do' she said.

When it came, Jenny's haircut was an anti-climax as far as I was concerned. She had a trim and eventually left the salon looking pretty much as she had gone in. My evil plan appeared to have failed, although I consoled myself by thinking that at least I had got to see Dawn wash her hair for her and cut it for her, however meagre the cut.

My reward came that evening when Jenny and I had got home after dinner. Jenny went up to have a shower and by the time I followed her for mine, she was doing something in the spare room. I left her to it and went to do what I had to. When I was finished, I went into the bedroom to get my slippers. I had my towel wrapped around me, but when I walked into the room I was faced with Jenny ready for business. She was wearing a cupless basque and stockings, but no panties, which left her heart-shaped patch of pubes on display. It had been a while since she had dressed up for me and I had never seen this outfit before.

'I bought this last week. Seemed the right time to try it on. What do you think?' she asked, the fingers of her right hand touching a nipple, while the fingers of the left were poised just above her slit. I showed her what I thought by allowing my towel to drop to the floor.

'Is that all?' she asked wickedly.

'Let me think about it' I said, taking in the picture again. What had I done to deserve this, I wondered.

I will spare you the detail of our coupling, save to say that at one point it involved me sitting on a chair with her straddling me. Whilst she straddled, she stroked the back of my head, running her fingers against the grain. As she did that she worked me with her lips, sighing and moaning as she moved. I got the impression that she was doing this slightly more while stroking my hair than when she wasn't, but that may just have been wishful thinking. I filed that away for future use anyway.

Neither of us mentioned our haircuts whilst we were lying in our respective glows. I wanted to, but didn't want to make plain my association of hair and sex. She just didn't mention it.

It was a week or more before the subject came up again and then in a roundabout way. We had been arguing over a holiday destination that she wanted to go to and I didn't. I just saw no enjoyment in wandering round endless historical sites, when I derived much of my holiday enjoyment from my own investigations into the most revealing bikinis and they generally weren't available where Jenny wanted to go.

The argument started to get heated and we agreed to take a break to avoid it getting out of proportion to the actual issue. I suppose that when it came down to it, I would give in, but I didn't want to seem like a pushover too early in our relationship. When the discussion began again, I played my trump card.

'There's as much chance of me going there as there is of you going blonde' I said. Given the shocked look on her face, I wondered whether I had blown it.

'You DID want me to dye my hair' she said slowly.

'I've told you, that was a misunderstanding, but seeing how you reacted when Dawn mentioned it, I thought that it is something that isn't going to happen, so that equates to me going to that dump' I said laboriously.

'It isn't a dump. It's the cradle of culture' she protested, clearly becoming exasperated with me. I could see that my new interest in her lingerie purchases wasn't going to be pandered to for a while.

We agreed to a cease-fire, but it was a cold evening in bed, back against back. I decided that I should have kept my mouth shut and kept my little fantasies where they belonged. I had upset her and I was sorry about that. Flowers on the way home tomorrow, I thought and went to sleep.

Two days later, I got a text message at work. 'You're going' it read. I texted back for a little more detail, but received no reply. I hoped against hope that it didn't mean what I thought it meant, but I could see no other meaning to that simple statement.

I had almost forgotten about it by the time I got home and breezed in through the door.

'Anybody home?' I called as I went in. It was a little joke between us as I had seen her car on the drive and could hear her in the kitchen.

'In here' she called, although I already knew where she was.

'What are you doing in my house?' I demanded as I walked into the kitchen. I had paused for a milli-second as I took in the fact that there was a woman standing at the sink. A woman with white blonde hair.

'I heard that there's a sexy man who lives here who only likes blondes' she replied, turning and walking towards me. She put a palm to the back of her hair as she walked, posing for me. It didn't look like it had been cut, but it was very definitely bleached as much as you can bleach anything. I didn't know what to say.

'I've done this for you, now you come on holiday with me and damn well enjoy it' she said.

'Who said I wanted you to go blonde?' I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

'You did' she retorted.

'That was just an example. If anything, I'd prefer you really dark' I replied.

I could have no complaint at the squeeze she administered to my package.

'I'm sorry. You look beautiful' I told her, still feeling the effects of her over-enthusiastic squeeze.

'Only beautiful?' she mocked.

'Good enough to fuck' I confirmed.

'You can forget about that' she replied, sticking her tongue out at me.

I kissed her and smiled at her as I withdrew.

'What did Michael say when you asked him to do that?' I asked.

'Dawn did it for me' she replied.

'Really?'

'She's nice and it's handier to get in to see her than to get parked near Michael' she replied.

'What did she say when you told her what you wanted?' I asked, eager to find out as much as I could, but anxious not to seem too interested.

'The shade was her idea. Once I told her that I wanted to go blonde, she said that if I was going to do it, I might as well go all out' Jenny replied.

'Do you like it?' I asked, thinking that it was about time I found out what she thought.

'I'm not sure at the moment. I think it looks slutty, but I'll see how I feel later on' she said. She turned back to preparing the dinner and I squeezed her buttock as I was about to leave the kitchen to get changed.

'I would have gone, you know' I said as I walked. I looked back to see her turn towards me.

'Bastard!' she said, with what I took as a sprinkling of humour, but I didn't want to push my luck too far.

I kept looking at her over dinner, assessing her transformation, appreciating it.

'Do I need to get a restraining order' she said after a while.

'What! I'm trying to get used to the new you' I replied in my defence.

We watched TV for the rest of the evening and it was only when Jenny came out of the shower that the subject of hair came up again. I was already in bed as she padded into the room, towelling her hair dry. She hadn't bothered to wrap a towel around her and I looked up from my book to ensure that I could appreciate every step, every bounce of her boobs. I don't think that I could ever tire of looking at them. Then something struck me.

'You don't match' I observed.

Jenny stopped rubbing her hair and looked at me. I nodded at her lower belly where her carefully shaped pubes now appeared darker than before. I knew that she spent a fair bit of money getting her bits waxed and then the rest trimmed and shaped, but what I had previously thought of as an interesting extension to my playing area was now slightly upsetting my sensibilities. She looked down and tugged at the short dark hair.

'The simplest solution is that you just don't get to see me without knickers on' she said, sticking her tongue out.

'You could ask Dawn to dye them too' I ventured, only to receive a sarcastic frown in response. She went back to drying her hair before bed.

'I need to go to the loo' I announced and got out of bed.

'Thanks for letting me know' she replied, hanging the towel up to dry.

When I came back from the bathroom, she had just pulled a tee-shirt on and the first thing she saw as her head emerged was me holding a can of shaving foam and a razor. She looked at me, quickly realising what I planned.

'Oh no!' she said, holding a hand up.

'It just looks so strange now' I replied.

'I told you, you don't like it, you don't have to have anything to do with it' she said. I put the implements down and gave her a hug. I drew back from her and as I did, I brushed her pubes with the backs of my fingers, allowing them to rest there a second before starting to trace a line down her slit. She grabbed my wrist to stop me progressing any further.

'It will be sexy' I said, seeing her reaction as her grip failed to prevent me from touching her folds. She inhaled.

'You first' she said after a few moments' pause.

I thought about the likely reaction in the changing room at the gym. It would not be positive and could result in severe hilarity.

'Well?' she asked. I really wanted to shave her, but was her price worth meeting? I had long been a fan of completely shaved women, loving the way that it allowed you to fully appreciate what a work of art the female form really is. Just a mass of perfect curves and folds. Genius. All my previous girlfriends had either already been converted to the look or were easy to persuade, but when Jenny came along I reviewed my preference. As I said, she was hairless down below, but when I first saw her naked her pubes were sculpted into a diamond. It was only recently that she had evolved into a heart shape and still had quite a large patch of pubes which contrasted with her perfectly waxed lips. I shrugged my shoulders in resignation, knowing that I was consigning myself to weeks of hell at the gym.

Jenny used nails scissors to do the deed, holding me with one hand while cutting with the other. From the outset, it was clear to her that deep down, I was in favour of what was being done to me.

'Watch where you point that thing. You'll have me eye out!' she said with a big smile. 

I looked strange with my pubes cut right down, but it proved worth it. The act of being covered with shaving foam and being caressed with fingers and blade was wonderful. I wasn't sure how long I could allow the process to continue though and urged Jenny to hurry. When she was done, she took me in her mouth as far as she could, before releasing me. The world's briefest blow job or an act of appreciation, I wondered. I looked down at my new vista, thinking that it made me look bigger. Nothing wrong with that! 

While I looked at myself, Jenny had spread the towel that she had used for her hair on the bed and lain down on it, propping herself up with her elbows. As I approached, she spread her legs and ran an index finger the length of her lips. She tasted herself slowly while looking me in the eye.

'Think you can improve on that, loverboy' she said.

Her pubes were already short, so I covered them in foam without needing to take them down with the scissors and made my first stroke with the razor. A stroke to remove the bend of the heart at each side was followed by one down the middle. To some it would be viewed as an act of vandalism, but to me it was the sexiest thing I had seen for a while. It took me only a couple of minutes to remove the heart and get Jenny's mound as smooth as it would go. I used my tongue to quality assure my work, comparing the patch that I had done with the waxed flesh around her lips. Just for good measure, I checked between her folds, again and again and again. Jenny's initial threat to deny me sex crumpled as she held both her hands to the back of my head, pressing me into her so hard at times that I thought that I might actually suffocate. I licked and nibbled and nipped until she could take it no more and I thought that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. On the command of "fuck me", I did just that, our eyes locked as our hairless groins melded together. My hands cradled her white blonde head and her hands rubbed and caressed the back of mine.

When we had finished and recovered our breath, Jenny propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me.

'You could do with going to see Dawn again' she said.

'It's only been a couple of weeks' I observed, thinking that I should be seen to object.

'I want to feel stubble when you fuck me and I can't anymore' she said. Fair enough, I thought.

While I was at work the following day, Jenny texted me to tell me that she had made an appointment for me with Dawn for that evening. I left my office to ring her to see what she had in mind. 

'I told you, it's grown really quickly' she said. 'If it makes you feel better, I'll meet you afterwards and I'll let you come to the naughty underwear shop and choose something, how does that sound?'.

'Choose something for me or for you?' I asked, as she would expect me to.

'I was thinking of something for me to wear, but we can get something for you if you want.'

'I've always wondered what I would look like in a gimp mask' I said.

'Now there's a thought. Anyway, you're booked in, I'll see you after' she said.

We said our goodbyes and I was forced to spend the afternoon looking forward to an unexpected rendezvous with Dawn and a trip to Jenny's upmarket sex shop or whatever else it masqueraded as. I liked the idea of what came out of the shop, but not the thought of having to be in there with someone other than Jenny. In the end, I achieved little that afternoon and cleared my desk in good time to make it into town.

'Hi Tim' Dawn said as the receptionist handed me off to her. 'I didn't expect to see you quite so soon' she added.

'Likewise' I replied.

'What did you think of Jenny when she came home all blonde and vampish?' Dawn asked as she wrapped me in a gown.

'It was a bit of a surprise. It had only been a bit of banter and the next thing I know she's in here actually getting it done.'

'Do you like it, though, that's the important thing.'

'I thought she looked good, but I know she's not convinced' I replied.

'She liked your new look, you know that don't you?' she asked. 'She and I had quite a chat about you while she was in.'

'I bet you did' I cringed. I wondered just how much of my private life Jenny had opened up to scrutiny.

'Are you okay if I do your hair the way she and I talked about?' Dawn asked.

'I'm not about to go blonde am I?' I asked, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive.

'Nothing like that. I told you, Jenny liked the bristly effect on you.'

'Fine' I said and dipped my head in line with the touch of her fingertips. The clippers started and triggered a stirring in my trousers.

The clippers were up the back of my head and Dawn was off.

'Why the peroxide blonde?' I asked.

'For Jenny? She's young, vibrant, pretty. I just thought it would suit her. Would you have chosen a different shade?' Dawn asked.

'I'm hopeless at colours and what goes with what. When it comes to decorating, just give me the tin and I'll paint the wall, but don't ask me to go and buy the paint' I replied.

'You men have a lot to learn' Dawn said, before returning to the task in hand. 

My head was level now and the clippers were at that vital point just in front of my ears. I was looking forward to the return of my bristles and waited to see the clippers give them back to me. I was still looking for bristles as the clippers reached my temple and Dawn moved them away from my head. I don't think that I said anything out loud, but Dawn clearly knew what words were going through my mind.

'Number one. Jenny wanted more bristles' Dawn said. 

I was speechless, looking at the hint of hair that was left on the side of my head.

'What about the top?' I asked, slightly nervously.

'That'll be longer, don't worry' Dawn said, again giving my shoulder a consoling squeeze as she had the first time she used the clippers on me.

She did the other side and then changed the guard before swiping the clippers through the hair on the crown of my head. I thought about the number of times that I had seen this done on the internet, this length and shorter and how I had never expected to feel it myself. It was a bittersweet feeling. At least now I knew how I would look with a two and a one. I told Dawn that part of me was happy with what she had done, even though I wasn't convinced. It was just that I couldn't really tell her which part of me was the happy part!

As I got to reception to pay, I saw Jenny sitting there waiting.

'Why didn't you come through?' Dawn asked.

'I had to do a couple of emails' she replied, smiling at me and reaching up to rub my head. A flurry of little bits jumped ship, leaving me with even less coverage, I thought. I paid Dawn and as she dug in the till for my change, Jenny appeared at my side.

'When you've done that, can you make me an appointment to come in and see you?' she asked. Dawn looked up.

'Change of colour?' she asked.

'Just a quick cut' Jenny replied.

'I can take you now if you want. You're here, so why not?'

'I don't want to hold you back' Jenny said.

'Don't worry about it, come on' Dawn said.

I wondered whether to stay in reception or follow them. I knew what I wanted to do.

'I won't be long' Jenny said. That told me, so I sat down and looked for something to read amongst the women's magazines. I refused to read all the articles on perfect orgasms and hunting for g-spots and stuff, so contented myself with looking at some of the bikini pictures.

A few minutes later, Dawn appeared in the doorway.

'Jenny wants your opinion' she said with a smile.

I got up and followed her back into the salon to where Jenny was sitting with her back to me. Bits of blonde hair lay on the crimson gown, even more lay on the floor. She turned her head to look at me. I nearly came on the spot.

'What do you think?' she asked, rubbing  her hand over her stubble covered head. I had been sitting in reception looking at pictures of models in bikinis while Jenny had been here getting clippered, I couldn't believe it.

'What number is that?' I asked. Dawn held up three fingers. I wondered what was expected of me.

'Stunning!' I said. It was and I wasn't embarrassed to say that as for the first time, my real feeling would be echoed by everyone who saw her.

'Jenny was wondering about going shorter, what do you think?' Dawn said.

'Could you cope with a proper skinhead for a girlfriend?' Jenny asked.

'I could cope with you even if you were bald' I said, before realising what had slipped out.

'That's funny' Dawn said.

'Why?' I asked, feeling really awkward.

'Jenny was wondering about that. She doesn't want the re-growth problem that she's going to have and just wants to get back to natural hair as quickly as possible' Dawn said. 'I told her that shaving it all off was the quickest way to start again. She said "no" because she was worried about what you would say.'

I was closer to coming in my pants. How could I have ended up in this position without even trying? After all the times I had fantasised about getting a girl to go really short, I was within a hair's breadth of achieving my ultimate desire. I could even forgive myself for such a terrible pun!

'It's up to Jenny' I replied. 'She'll look fantastic whatever she decides' I continued, trying to sound as impartial as I could.

'What do you say, Jenny, are we doing it?' Dawn asked.

'I'll stop here if you'd prefer' Jenny said, looking at me with way more concern than the decision merited.

'You're so close, you may as well if you hate that blonde so much' I said, appearing to see things from her point of view. Everything inside me was just screaming "shave, for fuck's sake!", but I tried to remain calm.

Dawn moved in with the clippers. I moved closer to Jenny in an attempt to appear supportive rather than lecherous. The clippers approached the nape of her neck. She would be able to back out if she didn't like it. She would be able to have a flattop or something. I wanted to tell Dawn to go down the middle, but held my tongue. The first pass was made behind Jenny's ear, the second in front of her ear, really high up towards the crown of her head. It would be difficult to rescue her from there, but it was still possible. The third stroke removed any fear I had that Dawn would only do half a job. The clippers ran over Jenny's crown sending hundreds of bristles to their doom. I really was getting close to needing to ask for a tissue! The rest of Dawn's cut was a blur as I tried to control myself. I tried not to think of what it would feel like once we got home.

'Ta da!' Dawn said, whirling Jenny's chair round to face me. Jenny was bald and she was stunning. I was going to have to excuse myself.

'You're beautiful' I told her.

'Better bald than blonde?' she asked. I nodded as Jenny stood up, brushing a hand over her head and then across her shoulders to remove any strays. She bent her head for me to feel. Amazing, I thought.

'Different' I said, trying to get back into my everyday male persona rather than allowing anymore of my secret self to emerge.

'Jump in, Tim' I heard Dawn say as Jenny and I engaged in a public display of affection, which I so hated when I saw other people do it. That broke the spell. I looked at Dawn and then at Jenny.

'Have you two been scheming again?' I asked.

'Not at all, but you can't have a girlfriend with hair shorter than yours can you. Give the girl a bit of support' Dawn said.

I looked at Jenny to see if she was going to intervene, but the decision apparently was now mine. I clambered into the chair for the second time and surrendered to the same fate as Jenny. While my hair was coming off, all I could think about was the sight of Jenny's bristly head as I walked into the salon and how it became bald so easily.

'Good lad' Dawn said as she finished clippering me. Quite what they would say at work, I don't know. I had survived the jokes in the gym about my missing pubes and now I would have to endure more of the same.

'Thank you, I think' I said to Dawn.

'That one was free' Dawn said with a smile. 'My pleasure.'

Jenny and I left the salon arm in arm. I squeezed her waist as we walked down the street, happier than I could remember for a long time. We passed a jewellers shop and for a moment I thought about buying a ring and proposing to  Jenny. I gave myself an imaginary slap and told myself not to be so stupid. A couple of streets along, Jenny led me into a shop called "Secrets" where I was to be allowed to choose something that I liked.

We left the shop, giggling, without having bought anything. The assistant had interpreted the fact that we were both bald as a sign that we were serious fetishists of one flavour or another. Not too wide of the mark in my case, but it did make for some awkwardness. Jenny and I aren't ready for some of the stuff that the woman was directing us to and our minds were probably pre-occupied with what had just happened with Dawn to make us concentrate sufficiently on what was on offer in that store. We said that we would come back another time and headed for home. 

As soon as the front door was closed, Jenny looked at herself in the mirror in our hall and stroked her head. I could see her reflection smiling. I stood behind her so that we could see each other, so different from the way we looked when we left the house previously. 

'So you like what you see?' Jenny asked, her buttock having accidently brushed the bulge in my trousers. She pressed back against me, grinding into my groin. Nothing that we could have bought in that lingerie shop could have made Jenny more attractive to me at that moment and I made a note to tell her that when she would accept my comment as a compliment rather than some lusty, throwaway remark. 

'It's like that is it?' Jenny said as I used my arm around her front to pull her lower half away from the wall while using my body to bend her forward. She put her hands on the top of the radiator to take her weight as I busied myself unzipping my jeans before launching a raid up her skirt. I hadn't intentionally done this in front of the mirror, but I found myself in a position where I could see a head and shoulders image of myself while I did what I had to do. I was torn between looking at my own bald head and admiring the curves of the back of Jenny's neck and head. I stayed upright, hands on her haunches, realising that for the first time I hadn't paid any attention to Jenny's boobs. They now had a rival target for my attention, but all this musing came to a sudden end as the forces of nature conspired against me. I could hold back no longer and with a few hasty thrusts, I came, my efforts echoing through the plumbing system as the radiator struggled to deal with the abuse it had got.

'I'm glad that was only a quickie' Jenny said as she stood up. 'My arms couldn't have taken much more of that', she said, smiling at me standing in the hall with my trousers around my ankles.

'I thought about doing that in the car park, but decided that you might have objected' I said, deciding that the best course of action was just to take my trousers off.

'You should have said. Who knows, you might have got lucky!' Jenny said with a quick raise of her eyebrows.

Apart from the fact that she now had her knickers in her hand, Jenny looked to all intents and purposes as if she had just come in from work. She had straightened her skirt and was now smiling at me, naked from the waist down, but still wearing my shirt and tie. I headed upstairs to the shower, where I was soon joined by Jenny. We weren't in the habit of showering together, but it seemed the obvious thing to do. We washed each other and laughed as we put blobs of lather on each other's head.

'So you still find me attractive, even though I haven't got any hair?' Jenny asked as we were getting dried off.

'Getting screwed as soon as you're in the front door isn't reassurance enough for you? How terrible to be so insecure!' I said with a smile. I ducked back from the slap that came my way.

'I'll show you how much I hate you cutting your hair off' I said looking at her. I motioned to her to sit down on the bathroom stool. She looked at me, not sure how to take the sudden change in my tone, but sat down anyway. I bent down to the cupboard at her side and took out the can of shaving foam that we had used to shave each other's pubes. I took out a new razor at the same time.

'This is how much I hate you being bald' I said, holding up the implements and bending to kiss her on the top of her head.

'May I?' I asked.

She reached out and ran a hand up the inside of my thigh.

'You really like it don't you? It turns you on' she said, looking at my groin for an answer. 'You don't have to say anything, I can see' she added, running a finger along my lengthening shaft. 'It turned me on, too' she added after a moment.

If you're reading this and you have any interest in haircutting, you may have some insight into what it feels like to smear shaving foam onto your girlfriend's scalp, while she sits naked on a stool, full breasts demanding attention, legs apart, fingers exploring. To me, that tableau is better than a winning lottery ticket. I managed not to nick her, despite the obvious distractions and even managed to sit for her while she returned the favour. I decided that whatever was said at work or at the gym would be worth it, just for this experience. 

The following weekend we were drinking tea in the kitchen after we had done some shopping. She put her cup down.

'Tim?' she said in the tone that meant there was a favour to be done.

'Yeah?' I replied, hoping that it wasn't going to be anything too onerous.

'Will you shave me? she asked.

I looked at her.

'Tim?' she said again, in a slightly whiney voice.

'Yeah?' I retorted again.

'Will you shave me and then fuck me?' she asked.

I looked at my watch.

'We'll need to be quick, the football's on soon' I replied.

'Forget it then' she said, getting up in what I hoped was a mock huff.

So it was that I knew that I was going to be a part of a hairless relationship for a while longer and as I write this, it has continued for two months. I miss going to see Dawn, but I wouldn't miss what I have with Jenny for the world. At one point I thought of her boobs as the "perfect pair", but now I realise that it isn't just her boobs that I can apply that phrase to, it describes Jenny and I as a couple and I know now just how lucky I am to have found her. Perhaps shopping for a ring isn't such a bad idea after all!

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