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Just to introduce myself, I'm Tina, former stylist at "Bold" and mobile stylist once again.

I was surprised at the effect that the session with Jenny and Cate had on me. I really don't know why it should have aroused me like that, after all, I had been the one responsible for shaving her the very first time. That would normally be the one that would generate the most excitement, but it was nothing compared with today. Maybe it was the fairly obvious tension in the room between the two of them, I don't know. They made no attempt to hide the various signals from me, possibly because they didn't care or possibly because they weren't very good at concealing such things, I don't know.

I hadn't suspected that Jenny had leanings in the direction of other women, not that it mattered to me. After all, I had spent 3 very happy months at "Bold" with a lesbian couple as my bosses and I had got on very well with them. It was never an issue and what they got up to in the confines of their own homes was nothing to do with me. Jenny had never mentioned anybody in her life and there were no photos of anyone in her office. She was obviously a private person and I could respect that too. I regarded her as a good friend now and whatever made her happy was fine by me. I was surprised, that's all, but the shaved head and piercings proved that she was one for new experiences, so perhaps that was all it was with Cate. Whatever it was though, had made me a little envious and just a little bit horny!

By the time that I got back home, I had played over the afternoon's events in my head more than once. There had been no question that Jenny would shave her head again, but Cate surprised me with the ease that she went for it too. I was even more surprised that she let me shave her eyebrows and in a way seemed to want to shave them, but held back from coming out with the fact. Anyway, I suspect that she was now well on the way to exploring parts of her personality that she had never thought of exploring before!

I turned the engine off and sat for a moment outside the house. Today was meant to have been a day of housework, but there was no way now that I was going to do that. A shower and a little afternoon glass of wine was called for before Craig got home. I went into the house and put my work things down on the kitchen table. I poured my wine and went upstairs.

I started to undress and looked at myself in the mirror as I let each garment fall to the floor. At the time, I had called Craig a pervert for wanting to have such a big mirror along one wall of the bathroom, but now I could see the benefit. Clothes off, I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder so that I could see the tattoo that Chrissie did for me on my buttock. Not very big and certainly not subtle, but I liked the idea that my little dog was there for just me and Craig to know about and appreciate! I showered and dried myself off with one of my favourite fluffy towels, looking at myself in the mirror again as I rubbed myself down gently.

I dropped the towel and looked at myself full on in the mirror. I needed to get back into the routine of going to the gym to get rid of the little belly that was starting to form, but other than that I was pleased with what I saw. That was probably the advantage of being fairly tall I suppose. I ran my hand over my stomach and breathed in. It wouldn't take much to tighten it up again to the way it was before I started working at "Bold". I slipped my fingers down to feel the contrast of skin and pubes and then brought both hands up to cup my breasts. "My little handfuls" Craig called them. I eased my fingers outwards so that I was holding each nipple between thumbs and forefingers. I once had a boyfriend who said that my nipples were his favourite 'bit' of me. He just loved what he called my "dark brown saucers", once a source of embarrassment to me as they were bigger than other girls', but now a source of pride! He also loved the way that I get erect at the slightest provocation! I had certainly been provoked more than enough today and my "friends" were not disappointing me now. I thought about Helen, Jo and Jenny all telling me that I should follow their lead and get my nipples pierced. I tried to imagine how I would look with gold rings where my fingers were. I moved my left hand from my breast to my scalp and stroked my head, closing my eyes as I did. I could feel my short hair, but in my mind's eye I could see my clippers running over Jenny's head from this afternoon.

As I stroked my head and toyed with my nipple I thought about Craig's comments from when I came home with my head shaved on the last day of "Bold". He looked at me silently for a while, clearly trying to think of the right thing to say. I was actually okay that he wasn't as enthusiastic about me being completely bald as opposed to a skinhead and I could sense his relief when he realised that there wasn't going to be a diplomatic incident over it. He accepted that it was a bit of 'last day fun' and he just got used to it for as long as it took to re-grow. He took to patting me on the head when I wasn't looking, which became slightly annoying after the first few times, but he also stroked my scalp when we made love which I really liked. And then I got stubbly and that became a covering of hair which I allowed to grow for a while before taking a number two to it one afternoon. There wasn't much to come off, but it felt good to run the clippers over my scalp again.

My hand went from my head to my lower belly where my fingers again encountered hair significantly longer than that on my head. I drew my hand away, denying myself, deciding that I would wait for Craig to get home. I opened my eyes again, pleased with my self-control, but knowing really that all I was doing was delaying the inevitable and how much more enjoyable it would be later on.

I put on my robe and went downstairs to replenish my glass. As I poured more wine, my attention was drawn by my work bag. Wine bottle back in the fridge, I picked up my glass and the bag and went back upstairs. I slipped my robe off in the bathroom and spread a hand towel out at the side of the bath, before sitting down on the edge. I had a quick sip of wine to see me through the next few minutes and then took the small set of clippers out of my bag. I smiled as I touched them to my groin, wondering whether I should go downwards or across the top. Which would amuse me most and turn me on the least, given my determination not to get too far ahead in the proceedings before Craig got home. My bush wasn't untended and was nowhere near as full as it would be if I didn't trim from time to time, but it was certainly more luxurious than most, if you can believe what you read in the magazines. I don't really know why I've never shaved myself completely, but I did know that I couldn't wait to do it now. Ever the professional stylist, I did one side and then the other and took away much of the length, giving myself a 'landing strip', telling myself that it wasn't a pleasurable process and that the tiny vibration of the clippers was not going to affect me in any way. Well, you can tell yourself whatever you want, it doesn't mean that you can affect anything. The vibrations were most certainly a source of pleasure and I was starting to get a little concerned about just how strong my resolve would be as I narrowed the strip further and approached places that I wanted to stay away from.

Another couple of strips and I would be done, but as I made the final pass, I realised that I wasn't really very strong at all. I fought with myself as I reached for the shaving foam can and tried to think of anything at all other than what I was doing as I shaved myself as gently as I could. I popped back into the shower to rinse myself off and patted myself dry with the big towel again. The reflection in the mirror was quite different now, with nothing to shield my sex from view. I stared at myself, marvelling at the curves that had been hidden for so long, feeling daring for having revealed myself like this, wondering what Craig would think when he saw me.

I looked up at the reflection smiling at what I was doing; standing naked in the bathroom admiring myself. How vain! I ran my hand over my scalp. I was now thinking only one thing: I wanted to be bald again. The problem with that was that Craig had said that he wanted me to keep some length. It was a bit of a dilemma as I badly wanted to do it, but didn't want to unless he was happy about it. It was off limits for now at least.

I bent down to pick up the towel containing the evidence of my new-found abandon and teased the dark curls into a ball before tossing them down the toilet. I shook the last determined hairs off and flushed the chain. I picked up my small clippers and set them back in their allotted place in my bag, glancing quickly at the larger set that had so recently shaved Jenny and Cate. He likes me to have some hair, I thought. I looked at the clippers once more and picked them out of the bag. My fingers went almost instinctively to the selection of guards in the side-pocket and found the one I was looking for.

I heard a key in the front door. Time had run away with me. Craig was home.

'Hi Tina!' he called out.

'I'm in the shower' I called back, putting the clippers away in the bag and starting to tidy up the remaining evidence of my afternoon misdeeds.

I heard Craig come upstairs as was his habit. He could never bear to be in his work clothes for a minute longer than he had to and the first thing he did each evening was to change into something more casual.

I took a last look around the bathroom to make sure that it was tidy and put my robe on before going out to say hello.

'I thought you were off today' he said as he was tugging his tee-shirt over his head.

'I was, but I got a call and you know how I hate to turn anyone down. I've not long got back' I replied.

'Long enough to make a dent in that wine, I see' he said with a smile.

I went over and kissed him.

'Excellent vintage' he said, tasting the wine on me. He threw his work clothes in the laundry basket and sat on the bed to wait for me to get dressed. I wasn't ready to reveal myself to him just yet, but realised that he was going to stay right where he was unless I got rid of him.

'You wouldn't do me a refill, would you?' I asked him, holding out me glass. 'I'll be down in a sec.'

He took the glass off me dutifully and went down to the kitchen which gave me time to get dressed. I pulled on some jeans and a shirt hurriedly, slightly annoyed at the interruption, but also glad in a way.

When I went downstairs, Craig handed me my wine and we chatted while I made dinner. I fought the urge to tell him about my day and only offered brief answers to any questions that he asked. There was certainly no mention of what really went on at Jenny's shop. We ate as usual in front of the television, conversation temporarily exhausted. As I finished eating, I looked up at Craig. He caught me looking at him.

'What?' he asked.

'It's about time you had your hair cut' I said. There was nothing unusual in this. After all, he lived with a hairdresser so it would be a little odd for him to go and pay someone else to do it and have all the hassle of waiting in a barber shop on a Saturday morning. Although that was a pleasurable experience and a welcome escape for some men, to Craig it was just a waste of time, so being with me was a real bonus to him. I normally cut his hair every month or so when he started to look a little windswept. His hair wasn't what you would call long, but he generally wore it over his collar and kept it three or four inches all over. He wasn't quite in the league of needing to use hairspray, but I often teased him that I would use some on him. I usually gave him just a light trim unless we were off on holiday somewhere hot, in which case I would take him a bit shorter, but as a rule he wasn't one for much change when it came to his hair.

'I suppose so. There's nothing on the box, so we can do it after I do the dishes if you want' he said agreeably.

'I might cut it a bit shorter this time' I said, giving him something to think about while he did his chores.

He said nothing as he picked up the plates, my comment not having made any impression on him.

'I'll go and get things ready while you do that' I said and headed for the stairs.

Although I had on occasion cut Craig's hair in the kitchen, we had used the bathroom the past few times so that he could just hop in the shower afterwards. He hated the feeling of stray hairs down the back of his neck he said, and that was a major benefit of getting me to cut his hair. No need to wander the streets while stray hairs wormed their way down his collar.

As I hurried up the stairs I was already unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off my shoulders. Once in the bedroom I stripped completely and opened the top drawer in my left-hand dresser. I had been planning what to wear while I was eating, as I thought that tonight deserved something a little special. I was just hoping that I had left enough mess in the kitchen to delay Craig for long enough for me to get ready.

I smiled as I opened the drawer. There it was, bought for a forthcoming trip away, but not yet worn and I don't think discovered as yet by Craig. It had cost quite a lot of money and whilst it was classier than cheaper versions, it was still undeniably raunchy. I put it on quickly, taking a sharp intake of breath as I did the final fastener and put on the stockings, hoping against hope that I wouldn't ladder them. I heard Craig on the stairs and made the final adjustment in the mirror, without the time to appreciate myself properly. I just hoped that Craig appreciated it. He stopped in his tracks as he got to the bedroom door and saw me standing behind the chair that I had placed in the middle of the floor. I tried my hardest to look composed, trying to control my breathing.

'Wow!' he said.

'Oh, this old thing' I replied with a smile, my slight discomfort rewarded by the look on his face.

He looked me up and down, taking in as much detail as he could. It wasn't everyday that he saw his wife in full combat gear of black basque and stockings.  I followed his gaze downwards, pleased at how the basque squeezed my boobs together, struggling to contain them. The panties were small enough and sheer enough to leave him in little doubt that there had been some changes made. He came towards me, right hand outstretched.

'Haircut first, then you can play, if you're a good boy' I said, tapping his hand away.

'I'd rather be a bad boy now' he said.

'Later!' I said, looking towards the chair.

'So is this how you dress for work these days' he said, not yet entering into the spirit of the evening.

'Maybe' I said with a wink, still waiting for him to sit down.

'Can't we just forget the haircut for now, You haven't put that on just to cut my hair, have you' he said.

'That's precisely why I've put it on' I replied.

'Why?'

'Because this is going to be a special haircut.'

'Special? How?' he asked.

'Because you get to look at me dressed up like a hooker while I do it' I said in my most sultry voice, knowing that I couldn't keep it up for more than a few words.

I was pleased to see from Craig's jeans that he was showing his appreciation for my efforts, but the downside was that there would be a limit to how long I could distract him for. It wouldn't be fair on him, leaving him so obviously constrained. I decided to change my approach. I reached into my work bag and took out my clippers.

'Here's something for you and little Craig there to think about for a moment' I said, nodding towards his groin with a smile. He didn't say anything.

'Before either of you get anywhere near my new playground, one of us is getting their head shaved' I said, raising the clippers to underline my point. It wasn't the best scenario in the world, but it was the only one that I could think of on the spur of the moment. I hadn't been planning to shave his head. I had definitely been thinking about a clipper cut, probably a four or a three, but shaving hadn't been an option until I had put my frillies on and had stood in front of him, all pulled in and pushed up. I knew that he didn't want me to shave my own head again and to my knowledge he had had no thoughts about shaving his head, so here was a bit of a dilemma for him. His reward all set out in front of him, but subject to an unpalatable choice. He looked bemused. I decided to explain things a bit more for him.

'You know I told you that I got a call today. Well, it was Jenny, you know, from "Bold". I shaved her head and then I shaved her new best friend's head. That just got me in the mood, as you can see' I said, brushing the fingers of my free hand across the front of my panties. Just so that there could be no doubt whatsoever, I eased them to one side quickly to give him a peek at what was to come, if you'll forgive the expression. I almost felt sorry for putting him in that position, but the warm sensation from down below transferred the pity back to me. I had been horny for hours and was getting quite desperate now for a release.

'So, Craigy, your choice. Whose head gets shaved before you get to play?' I asked, and then turned around and bent over slowly to plug the clippers in, giving him the full benefit of my outfit. It was almost cruel to do that to him in his present state, but I enjoyed it. I stood up and faced him again. I turned the clippers on to underline my point.

'You're serious aren't you?' he asked.

'Looks like you mean business too!' I said, looking at his straining zip. This was the weirdest foreplay that I had ever experienced, but even without touching Craig or being touched by him, I could feel that I was getting more and more aroused and I'm sure that it was the same for him.

The element that I hadn't considered when I made the suggestion was the very one that Craig hated. I realised that I could use it to help him make his mind up.

I'm going to have to hurry you, but you need to take into consideration that if I do it, all of this get-up is going to have to come off as it will get full of nasty itchy bits of hair' I said.

The realisation dawned on him. He took his shirt off and went to sit on the chair.

'Shouldn't we release him first' I suggested, nodding once more to Craig's bulge. He smiled and removed the rest of his clothes quickly and sat down.

'My, my, Mr Taylor, is that all for me?' I said theatrically.

'Unless I get a better offer in the meantime' he replied.

Standing in front of him, I put a stockinged foot on the edge of his chair and angled myself towards him.

'Do you think that's likely?' I asked.

Before he could answer, I took my leg down and placed the clippers at his forehead.

In a way, I couldn't believe that I was shaving his head. I was quite happy to have a shaven head myself and probably would have kept it shaved if Craig hadn't said what he had, but it was quite another thing to almost force the same look on someone else. He closed his eyes expectantly.

'You don't have to' I said, easing them back from his hairline.

His hand found my knee and he ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh slowly. A finger found my wetness and as I surrendered to it, Craig's hair submitted to the clippers. His fingers traced my folds and explored me as I moved the clippers over his scalp. Would he still respect me in the morning, I wondered? I shaved him as quickly as I could, still feeling slightly sorry for him as his locks tumbled to his shoulders. Exciting as this was, he still had to go to work on Monday. It wasn't the easiest of angles to shave someone's head from and my movement was certainly restricted by my desire to let Craig probe as long as possible. There came a point where I had to break off so that I could do the back, but I knew that his disappointment would be short-lived. My plan had been for the cut to be slow and erotic, but the urgency that both of us felt meant that there was no question of that. I clippered him as fast as I could, knowing that I would tidy up any problems later when I would be able to devote my full attention to the task at hand and when I probably wouldn't be distracted by whatever was going on between my legs. There was certainly no way that I was going to razor shave him, the clipper shave would have to be enough for the time being.

I ran my hand over his scalp out of habit, although I had already decided that I was at a suitable point to stop what I was doing. I moved round to stand in front of Craig again and to get the first real look at him without hair. It certainly wasn't the way that I had intended to see him, not for a while anyway, but I liked what I saw. After the events of the afternoon, the actual shaving of Jenny and Cate and my own near-miss, seeing Craig bald was the icing on the cake. I could wait no longer and put the clippers down. Craig stayed where he was, showing no interest in looking at himself. He looked up at me expectantly.

'Take them off' he said gently.

I was only too happy to oblige and drew my flimsy panties down, revealing myself to him as if for the first time. He reached forward and I took a step towards him to get within his reach. I widened my stance for him and closed my eyes as he stroked me again. His touch made me gasp, but this short-lived sensation ended as he signalled that it was time for me to get on my knees, which was an occasional treat for him. Tonight he deserved that sort of treat. I took him in my mouth, but after only a few moments he pulled away. I could only guess that he knew just how close he was as he moved behind me, another silent touch instructing me that it was time to assume the position and pay close attention to the carpet!

We showered together afterwards, and I razor shaved him before we went to bed. I was planning to take the clippers to my own head quickly, so that he didn't wake up feeling the odd-one -out, but Craig asked me not to. When I asked why, he told me that there was something else that he wanted me to do. We went to sleep with that thought hanging in the air.

The following morning I had to smile each time I caught Craig looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get used to himself without hair. Over breakfast, I asked him what he had been thinking about when he said that there was something that he wanted me to do. I shuddered to think what sort of weirdness he might have found in a dark corner of the internet.

'I want you to bleach your hair' he said starkly.

'And why do you want me to do that, may I ask?'

'I think it would look good' he replied.

'I was going to shave my head to keep you company' I said.

'I know, but I want to see you as a blonde' he said.

'There's lots of shades of blonde' I said matter-of-factly.

'More sort of white, I suppose' he said.

I nodded and rubbed my head over my short hair, probably no longer than half an inch anywhere.

'And where has that come from all of a sudden?' I asked.

'I saw a picture of a woman from the tv who's gone from very short and black to very short and blonde. It looked quite striking' he explained.

'The sci-fi woman, whatshername, is that the one you mean?'

'That's the one' he said,

I hadn't seen her as a blonde, but no doubt he would provide me with a picture later on.

I left him with the dishes again and went to get my phone to ring Helen. I was quite capable of bleaching my own hair, but going to Helen  meant that I could sneak in a cut too. I might not be able to go bald again just yet, but I would still get to experience the clippers again and given the events of the past 24 hours, that was important to me.

Helen was actually doing some admin when I rang, so it would be no problem to get a slot with her. I didn't want to stay on the phone long and was hoping that Craig hadn't even heard me. That way, I would be able to surprise him when he got back from golf in the afternoon. I pottered about the house for a few minutes, knowing that he would be heading out shortly. He seemed to take a little longer than usual, but then he called up the stairs to say that he was off, which was my cue to pick up my bag and head for the car.

My head was full of all manner of things on the drive over to Helen's salon. So much had happened yesterday, things between Craig and I that couldn't be put back in the bottle. It remained to be seen where we would go from here.

When I walked into the salon, Helen was sitting in reception. She looked striking, with her cropped hair dyed flame-orange. I am not sure what the more staid regulars would think of her, but I liked it. She hugged me like a long lost friend even though it had only been a matter of six weeks or so since I had seen her.

'What do you think?' she asked, pointing to her head.

'Fabulous. Who chose the colour?' I replied.

'Jo did. I showed her a colour chart and told her to pick a colour and this is what she decided on.'

'And what did you choose for her?' I asked.

'Nothing. I just love her when she's shaved, so colour doesn't come into it!'

We went through to the salon and while Helen worked away, I told her about the events of yesterday. She talked about missing "Bold" and how she hoped that she and Jo could find a way at some point to start it up again, maybe in a different guise and in a different location. I agreed with her that it had been a lot of fun.

Helen found it hard to believe about Jenny's dalliance with Cate, if that's what it turned out to be. She even suggested that she would have Jenny and Cate and Craig and I over for dinner one evening, but then we decided that Craig might feel a little left out if he were to be the sole male amongst five females, and he may feel awkward having dinner with two lesbian couples to boot!

'We could always see if we could 'turn' you and then he really would be outnumbered' she chuckled.

'I think he's got a video about that' I replied with a laugh, although not actually sure that she was joking!

The chat with Helen really helped pass the tedium of the bleaching process and before I knew it, I was a white blonde, peering at myself in the mirror. It certainly wasn't what I would ever have chosen for myself, particularly since I knew all too well how high maintenance it would be. That was if I kept it and I really had no intention of doing that. As soon as the roots started to show, it was going to come off, whether Craig liked it or not. Then there was the issue of my eyebrows, steadfastly dark against the whiteness of my hair. Bleach them? Shave them? Leave them? A decision for another time.

We took a quick coffee break and then it was time for the main reason for my visit. There was no need to tell Helen how I wanted it cut. I knew that she would come up with something that would look good, so I just sat there and listened to the clippers, enjoying their buzzing as she worked.

'Short enough?' she asked, when she had worked around the back and sides.

I looked in the mirror.

'That's a one and a half' she told me.

'I think so, otherwise he won't really get to see much of me as a blonde!' I replied.

She went over the top with a number two and by the time she had finished I was what I would come to describe as a "prickly blonde". I actually quite liked it, but that was mainly due to Helen's clipper work and the occasional touch which was pushing the limits of what could be justified by what needed to be done! Perhaps she was trying to convert me already!

We agreed to keep in touch and I even promised to sound Craig out about dinner, but even if he didn't want to go, I would go on my own. What could possibly happen to me in a room full of lesbians, after all?

I had originally planned to go straight home, but my curiosity got the better of me and I called into Jenny's shop in town. She was tidying things on the shelves when I walked in and looked around when she heard my footsteps.

'Tina!' she said, her eyes widening. 'Look at you!' she continued.

'Do you like it? I'm just on my way back from Helen' I said.

'What made you do that?'

'Craig asked me to, I think he's got a thing for some actress, so I'm helping him out with a little fantasy!' I replied.

'Lucky boy!' she replied.

There was no need for Jenny to ask. She went through to the office to make tea and I followed her, thinking how there appeared to be a spring in her step.

'You look very well' I said, as she was setting out the cups.

'Thank you' she said.

'Nothing to do with a certain lady who was in here yesterday?'

'Who?' she teased.

'You did, didn't you? You dark horse!' I said.

'Cate and I spent what you might call some "quality time" together' she replied.

'Good for you!' I commented.

'There's still life in this old bird yet!' she said.

'What does she think about her new look?' I asked.

'She loves it and so do I' Jenny replied.'

'So the two of you are an item then?'

'Who knows? Let's just say that I would like to see how things develop.'

We chatted some more and I told her about the effect that she and Cate had had on me. She confessed that she had found yesterday very arousing and had indeed been coming on to Cate although it was something that she had never done before, hence the slight clumsiness in the way she did it. I told her about Helen's suggestion that she should host a little get-together for us.

'That would be lovely, you could be an 'honorary lesbian' for the evening!' she laughed. There it was again, the lesbian recruitment drive! After last night though, who could say that it wouldn't happen!

We chatted some more and before I left there was one question that I had to ask.

'Did it hurt a lot?' I asked, pointing at her chest.

She smiled and nodded.

'Don't let that put you off though, just grit your teeth and do it. You're not going there now are you?'

'I was half-thinking about it, but I'm not sure that I can bring myself to do it' I said, thoughts of needles in sensitive parts coming to the fore again.

'I'll come and hold your hand if you want' she offered.

'Would you?' I asked after a moment.

So it was that I found myself half an hour later sitting topless in a piercing studio, holding hands with a novice lesbian! She was really sweet and helped to take my mind off what Chrissy was doing to me, although it would take a lot more than she was able to provide to deaden the pain of Chrissy's task. I had been thinking of doing this for weeks, but it was always the idea that it would hurt so much that put me off. If only there was a way to do it that didn't involve torture! Jenny was holding a tray of various rings and bars to distract me as Chrissy moved in for the kill the first time, but for the second I asked her to hold me tight, without of course getting in the way of anything. I wasn't proud of myself, but who was to know? In minutes, I stood up to look at myself in the mirror. It was a sight that I had tried to imagine in the bathroom yesterday, but my imagination fell a long way short of what I actually saw. Trying to put aside the throbbing pain for a moment, I stood there and thought how unashamedly sexy I looked. I longed for the healing process to be over so that I could play with them and more to the point, Craig could play with them.

Before we left, Jenny bought herself some new rings as a surprise for Cate. I asked what Cate thought of Jenny's piercings and her answer was a smile and a request for Chrissie to book Cate in for the following week. There soon wouldn't be anyone left locally who wasn't sporting pierced nipples, I thought! I promised Jenny that I would be in touch in the coming days, so that we could get together for a coffee and then went back to my car. I could barely stop smiling.

When I got home I showered gingerly to make sure that all the little strays had gone, but took great care to protect my tender breasts. As I drove home, I had wondered what to wear and decided against the same sort of display as last night. After all, look what that got me! Seriously though, things like that need to be rationed otherwise the impact is lost. Today was about me and whether I measured up to the image in Craig's mind, not that I cared one way or the other if the truth be known. Today had been a little detour on the road back to baldness and in a way was a means to break down Craig's resistance to me shaving my head again. After all, if I did something to pander to his little whims from time to time, he could have no objection if I satisfied my own every now and again. The piercings were a little bonus!

I walked from the bathroom to my wardrobe and took out the dress that I had in mind. It was a simple button up the front black dress, something that I would wear on holiday if we were going out for lunch. Not showy, just comfortable, particularly given my current delicate position. So that was my outfit for the grand unveiling of the new me. Last night I wore underwear for him, today I wouldn't!

It was a couple of hours before Craig got home. After all, there was no reason that he knew of not to have a drink in the bar and to rush back home. When he did finally get back, I was sitting in the lounge reading a magazine. He did his usual bit of clattering in the utility room and then came looking for me to say hello. He was speechless when he saw me.

'Well do I look like her?' I asked, trying to keep any hint of jealousy out of my voice.

'You look like you, but different' he said diplomatically.

'Good answer!' I replied.

'And how did you go down at the club?' I asked.

'A few double-takes, but there's so many slap-heads there already that they didn't take much notice' he said with a laugh.

He came over to kiss me, but said that he needed to go and shower before he could appreciate me properly. I still wasn't used to him without hair, but I definitely wanted to get used to him like that. I would do all that I could to get him to stay shaved. I went back to my magazine.

A few minutes later he came back into the room and stood and looked at me again. I stood up and did an exaggerated twirl for him so that he could appreciate me from all angles.

'Have you cut it too?' he asked.

'Helen tidied it up for me' I told him.

'You went all the way over there?'

I nodded.

'I wanted the best for you' I said.

'It's nice' he said.

'Nice!' I repeated.

'I like the way she's cut it' he said.

'I would have asked her to take it down a bit more, but I wanted you to enjoy the colour for a bit' I said.

'I know what I said, about you shaving it and all that...' he said.

'And?'

'And I think you're right that it suits you more, the shorter you go' he said.

'So you're saying you want me to shave again?'

'Not just yet, but perhaps you could try it again some time.'

'So I have your permission now, do I?' I said sarcastically.

'You don't need my permission, you know that Tina' he said.

'For anything?' I asked, sensing an appropriate moment to show him what else I had done. I unbuttoned my dress slowly, watching him watching me as I did. The dress valiantly continued to do its job of protecting my modesty until I bent forward slightly to undo the final button. The material fell away on one side, giving Craig a glimpse of metal in my left nipple. I drew the fabric across again to cover myself and once more looked at Craig as he tried to work out whether he had actually seen what he thought he had seen.

'What?' I asked.

'Have you..?'

'Might have' I replied. I made him wait a couple of seconds and then pulled my dress open.

His face was a picture. It all seemed a bit too much for him to take in. Yesterday morning I had been 'normal Tina', even with my short hair. Now I was standing in front of him, white blonde stubble on my head, shaven mound on display and the nipples that he so liked sporting gold rings. He wasn't sure what to stare at first, I don't think.

'You can look, but you can't touch. Not yet anyway' I told him.

'That is so cruel!' he said.

'Perhaps you're right' I told him, aware that it wasn't just my boobs that were aching. I really needed some attention. I slipped the dress off my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. I sat on the edge of the sofa and reclined as far as I could, watching him intently as I spread my legs.

'I could probably manage to lie here like this for a few minutes if you weren't planning on putting that tongue back in your head straight away!' I said, tracing the contour of my mound with an index finger. It was the only invitation that he needed, but I won't bother describing everything that happened next. I'm sure you've seen it all a thousand times on the internet anyway!

This extended adventure took place almost three weeks ago and I'm pleased that I wrote down much of it the day after as I would really struggle to remember the details and the sensations now. From a personal perspective, there's been a fair bit of exploration since then and from a business perspective, there have been a lot of clients, so much of it starts to blend in after a while. I decided to 'sit on' my scribblings for a bit while nature took its course and I could then finish off with the event that would close this chapter for me.

I enjoyed being a blonde and seeing the reactions of people as I turned up for appointments. Those who knew me from "Bold" were intrigued by the change and those clients who were new looked at me and wondered what I was likely to do to them. I have modified my work wardrobe slightly and play up to the edgier side of my appearance a little more than I did previously. Sometimes this goes down well and sometimes it passes without comment. The end of me as a blonde came on a day when I thought that it was the only appropriate ending, although not in the way that I had intended.

I went to a new client's house for an appointment and the front door was answered by her husband. His eyes almost came out of his head as he saw a tall blonde skinhead standing on his doorstep. Even before I could introduce myself, he had engaged his intuitive 'clothes remover' and fully assessed me. He was quite shameless in the way that he looked me up and down, before returning his eyes to a more conventional, polite level to say 'Good Afternoon'. I returned his greeting, giving him an imaginary knee in the groin for his trouble as I explained why I was standing in front of him. I had to smile as I would bet anything that his 'clothes remover' was not sufficiently sensitive to detect the rings that graced my nipples, even now that I had inserted ones that were larger than the first pair that I had bought.

He ushered me in and went to find his wife, leaving me in the lounge. It was a large house, tastefully decorated and well-furnished. I heard movement in the hall just a woman came into the room. The 'lecher' had clearly prepared her to expect someone a little out of the ordinary as she did not react at all. She was attractive, probably in her early forties and very trim and not at all the sort of woman that I would normally expect to use a home hairdresser. I warmed to her as soon as she spoke.

'Just ignore my husband. Mid-life crisis, you know' she said, rolling her eyes.

I laughed it off, pretending that I hadn't noticed anything untoward. He appeared again soon after, carrying a tray with a coffee pot and cups which he put on the table before leaving. He stole another sly look at me as he left, but I let it go.

'So, Mrs Shaw, what were you thinking of doing?' I asked.

'Fiona, please' she said and then explained about having a friend who had gone to "Bold" twice in its short existence and how the friend had been thrilled just to do something different. I had no recollection of the woman that she described, so I suspect that it must have been one of Helen's customers.

'So how did your friend have her hair cut?'

She poured coffee for us before answering.

'Very short, which surprised me, because she had always been fairly conservative as long as I had known her.'

'Was it something that she was thinking of doing anyway?'

'Oh no, she just went with the flow. Your colleague cut it short the first time she went, but when she went back she came out with hair not much longer than yours.'

'Did she ask for it like that?'

'I think she was persuaded, you know.'

'But she was happy?'

'Ecstatic. Took her husband a while to get used to it, but she loved it.'

I looked at her own hair, mousey, breaking over her shoulders, styled, but nothing special. Although she hadn't specifically answered my question, the tale about her friend told me all that I needed to know.

'So what does your husband think about you going so short?' I asked.

As you've noticed, his eyes rarely go above shoulder height, so I doubt that he will mind too much' she said, laughing.

I smiled, but was slightly sad that she had to put up with behaviour like that.

'Did your friend tell you what length guard she had on the clippers?'

'I didn't ask, I'm sorry.' she said.

I ran my fingers through my hair, which was now my natural dark colour with white blonde tips effectively.

'I'm about to get rid of this, can't stand the roots' I told her in a bid to make her feel more comfortable with what she was about to do.

'I'll have what you have, then, that should be okay, shouldn't it? If it's good enough for my stylist, it's good enough for me' she said.

I wondered whether I should tell her.

'When I say I'm getting rid of it, I mean that I'm going to shave my head' I told her.

She raised her eyebrows.

'Really? Completely?'

'Still want what I'm having?' I asked.

'That would cause quite a stir down at my coffee mornings, wouldn't it!' she said.

I nodded.

'How long does it take to get some hair back?' she asked, clearly wondering whether she should or not.

'A few days for it to start to show, but a couple of weeks for a meaningful covering. No time at all really' I answered.

'But you've done it before?'

'More than once. I just love doing it.'

'And what about your significant other?'

'I shave him too!' I replied.

She was clearly curious and almost begged me to tell her more. I told her in as circumspect a fashion as I could about the effect that shaving my head had on things with Craig and how we had become much more adventurous with each other as a result. All the time I was thinking about her husband's lecherous assessment of me on the doorstep. She said that she just had to tell her husband what we had been talking about and got up, taking our empty cups with her. I was left to look around the lounge again, enjoying the view out to their manicured back garden.

After a few minutes I heard the front door close and moments after that, Fiona came back into the lounge.

'He decided that it would be safer for him not to be here for a while. He wants to hang on to his hair!' she said.

I was quite happy with that, there was just something about the man that I didn't take to. Fiona didn't seem too put out by his departure either.

'I'll get him at some point' she said, looking around her.

She suggested that we go upstairs to the bathroom to make clearing up easier. In a house like this one, I doubt that anything is risked that would mean spoiling its pristine, magazine-spread appearance. When we got upstairs, she led me to what she called a bathroom, but it was so big that it was probably as big as my own bedroom. They clearly weren't short of money to be able to do their house out like this, I thought. She had already set out a chair in preparation for my visit, and had put out a small table for me to use for my bits and pieces. She turned and looked at me, slightly sheepishly.

'Can I ask you something?' she said tentatively.

'Of course' I replied, appreciating that she must have many reservations about what she was proposing to do.

'Feel free to say "No", but would you mind if I took this off while you cut my hair?' she said, tugging lightly at her dress.

'I've got a cape with me, so don't worry about that' I told her.

'It's not that, I want to...I want to feel my hair fall as you cut it, like your husband did. That sounds a bit weird, doesn't it?' she said.

I had told her about cutting Craig's hair with him naked to avoid the bits sticking to his clothes, but hadn't realised that she had paid so much attention to that detail.

'If you're more comfortable doing that. It's your house, after all' I said, smiling to try to lighten things up a bit.

'I hadn't thought of it like that' she said, reaching up to undo the zip on her dress before turning her back to me so that I could help her. I drew the zip down for her, realising as I did that she wasn't wearing a bra. She slid the dress off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor without a second thought, before turning to face me.

'Are you sure you don't mind?' she asked.

All the events surrounding Jenny and Cate came flooding back. What their headshaves led to for them and what I experienced with Craig afterwards, the vague hints from Helen and Jenny about becoming an honorary lesbian at a gathering at Helen's one evening. That soiree had still not taken place, but I had thought about it, fantasised about it, going without Craig just to see what happened. I was certainly broader minded now than I was before all of that. What concerned me though was making a complete fool of myself.

 I looked at Fiona standing there in just her panties, pert breasts exposed, not quite sure whether she should have taken her dress off or not.

'Would your husband mind? I mean, he looks like a man whose dreams could be about to come true and he's not here' I said, smiling.

'His loss' she said with a hint of bitterness.

'Can I ask you a question? Don't answer if you don't want to though' I said.

'Ask away' she replied.

'Is this a bit more than a haircut for you?'

She paused for a moment before she answered.

'My friend told me what it did for her, if you know what I mean. I just thought that I may as well enjoy it to the full' she replied.

It was my turn to pause.

'Would you enjoy it more if I got a bit more comfortable?' I asked, not wanting to get too specific. After all, I wasn't quite sure in my own mind what I was offering to do.

'I'll lock the door if it would make you feel better, but Gerry won't be back for ages. He'll have gone to the pub and once he's there, he's usually the last one out.'

I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off. I folded it and looked for somewhere to put it, before Fiona pointed towards a shelf of towels. So much was going through my mind as I made a meal of straightening it out. Should I take my jeans off or not? Just how far was I going to go? I looked at her a little nervously and undid the button at my waistband before sliding the zip down. I drew them down my legs and stepped out of them, so grateful that I had put on pretty underwear today. I turned away from her and reached behind to undo my bra. I may as well, I thought. I placed my bra neatly with my shirt and jeans, steeling myself before turning round. I wasn't shy, but I wasn't an exhibitionist in changing rooms like some women, so the effort of turning around to face her was considerable. I watched her and immediately saw her eyes focus on my boobs.

'Your husband is a lucky man' she said soberly. I didn't need to look down to know that my nipples were erect, forcing my rings that little bit further out.

It felt so strange to be standing there almost naked in front of another woman for no practical reason. Helen's comments had made me wonder about how I would react if I was put in a position where another woman came on to me and Craig's experimentation had introduced me to the idea of being more adventurous, even if I only tried something once. Here I was in front of a woman who had picked up on the sensual aspects of haircutting from her friend and realised that she wasn't alone. I wasn't sure if either of us knew exactly what the situation was, but I told myself that this was someone that I need never see again, unlike Helen or Jenny who I regarded as friends. If things didn't work out with them, the consequences didn't bear thinking about.

'Thank you' I said, conscious of blushing slightly. I was struggling a little with the situation and needed to get on with things if I wasn't going to grab my things and leave. I reached down and slid a finger inside the waistband of her panties, indicating that she should take them off.

'May as well' I said, looking her in the eye and holding her gaze.

She made no movement as I crouched down to pull her panties to her ankles so that she could step out of them. I hadn't actually realised that what I was doing as a result of stripping her of her last garment was putting my face at the ideal height to appreciate her carefully groomed landing strip. Short dark hairs had been sculpted into a band about an inch wide ending at her cleft, beneath which she was completely hairless. I stroked the length of this strip of hair with the back of my index finger, wondering what she would make of my own lack of hair down there. I twisted round to reach into my bag for my small set of cordless clippers and then turned back to her, switching the clippers on as I moved. She stood passively as I removed the strip with two passes of the clippers. Her hand moved down so that she could feel what I had just done to her. I kissed the back of her hand, which she then moved out of the way to let me plant a kiss on the shadowy area that I had just cleared.

It surprised me that I had no real qualms about what I was doing with Fiona, although burying my face in another woman's private parts was not something that had ever been on my wish-list of things to do before I died. I was very much in unknown territory now, just trying to do to Fiona what I liked having done to me or would like to have done to me. It was a strange mixture of new sensations and new textures and it most certainly wasn't what I had come to Fiona's house for. I wasn't quite sure how Fiona was reacting, but she hadn't pulled away or shrieked in horror, so I took that as a good sign. I could still taste Fiona as I stood up, looking at her to see her reactions.

'It's been a long time since anybody has done that' she said, reaching out to trace the outline of one of my rings before caressing my nipple and then cupping my breast. Then it was her turn to reach for elastic and slide flimsy material to the floor.

'Snap' she said playfully as she saw my smooth mound, stroking it like a new pet. The pressure of the flat of her hand urged me to open my legs wider for her and I looked down to convince myself that this really was happening, that I really did have another woman lapping at my groin. There was only one thing that could improve the moment for me. I twisted away from her, careful not to break contact or interrupt her efforts. I picked the larger cordless clippers out of my bag and turned them on.

There was no guard on them, but Fiona had forfeited all normal hairdressing considerations the moment she started to shed her clothes and take this appointment in a different direction from the one that I had expected. She was unperturbed by the sound and totally engrossed in her exploration between my legs. I wondered what her reaction would be to what I was about to do to her and just hoped that she didn't clamp her teeth shut with any of my tenderest flesh between them.

I stood there for a moment, clippers buzzing, giving her a chance. It was one thing to sit in your lounge and talk casually about a friend who had cut her hair off, it was completely different to actually do it. I went against my usual approach of making sure that the client wanted what I was about to do and touched the clippers to her temple. drawing them back up towards me. She broke off from what she was doing and looked up at me, lips clearly moist. I placed the clippers at her hairline, watching her close her eyes as I drew them backwards over her crown. She was motionless as I cut more and more of her hair. I wasn't sure whether she realised that there was no guard, that she was about to experience baldness rather than her friend's crew cut. Would it change her enjoyment if she did know, for better or for worse?

'Do you want to see?' I asked as I stripped the hair at her other temple.

'Mmm' she mumbled, starting to get up.

I took the clippers away, but kept them on as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. It was almost as if she was in a trance as she didn't appear to react, apart from the slightest of smiles. She reached up to touch the crown of her head and then angled in to kiss me, pressing herself against my thigh as she did. She pulled away from me and closed her hand over mine, the one holding the clipper, lifting them upwards again. It would not be the easiest of angles to finish off her haircut, but as our hands lifted in unison, she directed the clippers towards my head.

'Please, let me' she said quietly.

I released my hold on the clippers and let her take them from me, totally engrossed in what was happening. I had intended to do it myself later on anyway, so it didn't really make any difference if it happened now. She placed the clipper head at my temple as I had done for her and moved her head back slightly so that she could see exactly what she was doing. I took advantage of her concentration to cup her mound with my right hand before slipping a finger inside her. That seemed to break her rhythm slightly, but she was quickly back on track, stripping the short hair from my crown. I had enjoyed each of my headshaves so far, but this one was definitely the best experience so far. Fiona was proving quite adept with the clippers and I suspected that it wasn't the first time that she had wielded them.

'Sit for me' she said and I retrieved my fingers and sat on the chair where I had expected her to be sitting rather than myself.

She moved behind me, clippers in one hand, my left breast in the other as she contorted to tease me as she shaved me. She was definitely enjoying her turn and I was starting to wonder where the afternoon would end. The only thing that I was really, really hoping was that the husband would stay in the pub and not put in an appearance. That would bring events to a rapid conclusion as I most definitely drew my experimentation line at that. I wouldn't rule out a little experimentation along those lines if Craig was there, but with Gerry, never in a million years.

Fiona switched the clippers off and kissed my bald head, trailing the tip of her tongue over my scalp as she moved from spot to spot. She moved down to kiss me on the lips, pushing her tongue against mine. I pulled away after a few moments, eager for us to swap places so that I could finish her haircut. That was still the main purpose of the visit after all.

She sat down to let me work, but every opportunity she got, her hands were caressing, fingers stroking, probing. She had  a wonderful touch and I wondered if it was frustration with her husband that had been unleashed. I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, hard as it was. When I shaved Craig for the first time, I skipped the blade shave until we had had a little interlude, but I disciplined myself to complete the job for Fiona before any further play on my part. She sat almost submissively as I smeared foam on her and then blade shaved her, ensuring that she was entirely smooth. As I was clearing the blade on the towel I watched her caress her smooth head.

'You've missed a bit' she said.

'Where?' I asked, convinced that I had done a good job, despite the distractions.

She eased forward on the chair and pointed to the dark shadow on her prominent mound, the remains of my first tentative passes. I smiled and reached for the shaving foam again, smearing some slowly over the offending stubble as slowly as I could. I looked up at her, that smile of satisfaction quite obvious. I shaved her slowly and gently, aware that my hand was not as steady as I would have liked and then patted her a towel to get rid of all traces of the foam. She started to get up.

'Let me just check that I've got it all' I said to her, leaning my head towards the freshly shaven skin.

That's probably as much of that as you need to know. I was at the house for another hour or so, but was always on edge in case Gerry came back. We showered without speaking, still glowing from our exertions. We moved back into the bedroom to get dressed. I was conscious of her watching me.

'Yes it does hurt and yes it's worth it' I said, pre-empting the obvious question.

'I didn't mean to stare, but they are just so sexy' she said, surprisingly bashfully for someone who had so recently had her face clamped between my legs.

'My turn' I said. 'Do you mind that I shaved you?'

She put a hand to her scalp.

'I'm not sure what I'll say in the butcher's, but today was the most erotic thing I've done for years. Even if you hadn't done it, I would have asked you to, I think.'

I was so relieved.

Respectability had returned to both of us by the time we were at the front door. I was being quite sincere when I told her that she looked really good bald and it was certainly a great improvement on the lank, characterless style that she had when I arrived. Her challenge was going to be presenting herself to her husband, smooth upstairs and downstairs, but I'm sure that she would come up with some way to tackle it. As I left, Fiona and I agreed that we would meet for coffee at some stage. I think that it was at the back of both of our minds that we might repeat the encounter and I for one was thinking that I might even hint at the possibility of a little treat for Craig at some point.

I walked back to my car on the drive and turned to smile at her. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror, my blonde experiment now mingled with Fiona's hair in her bin. I was happy to be hair-free again although I needed to get home and shave myself properly to get rid of the slight sand-paper effect that Fiona had left. I didn't mind letting an amateur clipper shave me, but there was no way that I would let one loose with a blade! I would do that myself. I reversed off the drive, thoughts of this afternoon racing through my head. Perhaps it was time to treat Craig to the 'special' underwear again, despite my exertions of the afternoon. Was I feeling guilty? Not at all.

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