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It had been a heavy blow, not only to Helen but also to Peter, her husband and their two daughters, Jacqui, 20, and Kelly, 17 years old. Vague symptoms and swelling of her belly had made Helen visit her GP. Being 45 she had first thought that her nearing menopause would be responsible for her complaints but the physician had sent her to a gynaecologist. After a medical examination including a body scan he had told her that she had a tumour of her left ovarium and that an operation would be necessary.

Afterwards he had told her that the operation had been successful: the tumour had been removed but also the womb and both ovaries. As a beginning of cancer had been established, as he put it, radiation- and chemotherapy would be necessary to make sure that any malignant cells would be destroyed. The therapy several times a week made Helen sick. And as could have been foreseen her hair started to fall out. Soon it had all gone....

When Jacqui, who was e sophomore co-ed at the University of Phoenix, came home to visit her parents and saw her mother totally bald, she was upset by her appearance though her father had warned her. Not only bald but also pale and thinner. She looked like a bird deprived of its feathers, fragile and vulnerable. And sad.

Jacqui didn't show her bewilderment to her mother. In the afternoon, while her mother had gone to bed to take a rest, she spoke about the situation to her sister, a senior high school student.

"Mom doesn't leave the house any more except for therapy; the greater part of the day she is in bed," Kelly said.

"We ought to do something to support her."

"How?" Kelly saw the twinkle in the eyes of her sister and knew that Jacqui had something in mind. "What are you up to?"

Jacqui looked straight at Kelly and with a mischievous grin she made cutting movements with index and middle finger: "We could shave our heads to show our sympathy with mom."

"Are you crazy?" Kelly shrieked, appalled. "In a few weeks the regional beauty queen contest takes place! I wouldn't have the ghost of a chance if I..."

"Is that contest of more importance than cheering up mom?" asked Jacqui but she knew the answer already. Of course it was important to Kelly! A year ago she had been chosen as the prettiest girl of her high school and this year she had become the beauty queen of the little town she lived in.

Appeasing, Jacqui laid a hand on her sister's arm. "I know, don't be upset, I don't mean that. I'm just teasing you."

Kelly still looked horrified. "Besides you don't know if mom would appreciate it," she said

"No," answered Jacqui with a far-away look, "Forget about it."

Kelly was a real beauty with big blue eyes, regular features and long wavy blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders to reach her waist. In fact she regularly colour-washed her hair to brighten it up.

Though not so pretty as her sister Jacqui was good-looking too. She had brown eyes, almond shaped and nearly black hair, cut to a chin-length bob in front but angled up towards the back and with a clippered nape.

Jacqui hadn't abandoned the idea. She went out to the beauty shop her mother had attended when she still had had her hair. Her hairstylist knew that she was Helen's daughter and inquired about her mother's condition. Jacqui told her and then she said: "I want to give my mother some support. Therefore I intend to cut off my hair and shave my head."

The stylist looked at her with disgust. "Have you considered that seriously? Did you ask her?"

"Of course not. If I told her she would protest."

"So why do you think she would want you to do it?"

"She won't. In fact she would think it is a waste. But after having done it, it might give her encouragement."

"How do you know? Did you speak with someone about it?"

"Yes, with my sister. She was horrified at the idea of sacrificing her hair."

"And right she is!"

It was clear that the stylist didn't feel like it.

"Okay," Jacqui said, "if you don't want to do it I'll try to find another solution."

She went out, came across a barbershop but didn't go in. The shop was crowded with men and she was reluctant to sit there in front of all their gazes. This town is so narrow-minded, she thought, a woman who wants her head shaved must be a lesbian bitch in their view. And indeed I don't know if mom would appreciate it. She went home.

Early on Sunday evening Jacqui arrived back in her dorm.

"How is your mother?" her roommate Mya asked her. The girl's real name was different but everyone called her Mya. She was born in Thailand and her real name was too long and too difficult to pronounce.

"Depressed, skinny, sick, pale and bald. Most of the time she stays in bed."

"That doesn't sound stimulating." The girl looked concerned. She was a nice girl, polite, with good manners. And with incredibly long, raven-black hair.

"No, but the doctors say that she will be doing well after the therapy is finished. I intended to cheer her up, but.... Well, I had an idea... but I don't know."

"Tell me."

"Well, I thought, if I shaved my head she wouldn't be the only one without hair."

"You mean a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved. Why didn't you?"

"Oh well, I went to see a hairstylist but she made a lot of fuss about it. I think she thought me to be a butch."

Mya laughed exuberantly.

"You see, people are narrow-minded in my little town," Jacqui smiled. "Perhaps it is not such a good idea at all."

Surprised Mya looked at her friend. 'You give it up? Why?"

Jacqui shrugged.

"You know, Jacqui, in my country are many Buddhists and it is usual for many of them to retire for some time as a monk or nun into a monastery or convent. Even young people. So we were not surprised if one of our friends came back with a shaven head after the summer holidays. In our country sacrificing your hair means purification, breaking with your former self. But here... oh! A woman who shaves her head... oh! Such a shame! Don't hesitate, Jacqui, to support your mother. Perhaps she will be startled at first, but then it will strengthen her. Let's talk about it with our friends tomorrow."

Our friends. And one in particular, Jacqui thought. Sean! She had a crush on him, but he didn't seem to notice.

Mya raised Jacqui's problem. The opinions differed but the majority said that Jacqui should do what she thought best.

"But what is that? I don't want to be frustrated again by hairdressers who ask critical questions and try to talk me out of it."

Then Sean had spoken. "There is no need to visit a beauty salon or a barbershop. Anyone who has clippers and razors can do it. And I have them," he added.

Jacqui had not seen that Mya had whispered something into his ear.

Sean had become more and more excited during the discussion. He used to explore the Haircut Story Archive and he had a number of videotapes about girls submitting to drastic makeovers, even headshaving. He always hoped to see such an act in reality, in vain up till now. Not only would he be a spectator but he could have an active part in it! He had only to borrow a pair of clippers and Mya had just told him that she could provide him with them. And of course Jacqui would have to agree.

Jacqui's heart was pounding. Her dream boy shaving her head! At least his interest in her had been excited! She would do anything to please him! Of course she knew nothing of his hair fetish. No one did, so Sean thought.

"Okay, tomorrow about five o'clock I'll come to your room," Sean said

Both were nervous and excited, though for different reasons.

Jacqui because she at last got the attention from her dream boy which she had wanted so much. And the fear that her change would scare him off. She shouldn't have worried! Sean was excited as he was at the edge of doing something he had only dreamed of: shaving a girl's head!

The tension was palpable, nearly tangible. Mya tried to make them feel at ease, making airy remarks. She knew about Jacqui's feelings for Sean. Jacqui didn't know whether she appreciated Mya's presence or disliked it. Anyway the problem was solved when Mya announced that she had an appointment and would be back late.

"Want a drink?" asked Jacqui when Mya had left

"Better not," answered Sean, "It could have a negative effect on what is expected from me."

After all it would be his first performance! Jacqui grinned nervously. "I think I need one."

Sean couldn't deny that. "Are you sure that you want to carry on with this?" he asked while she was sipping from a glass of sherry. Both were suddenly doubtful.

Jacqui downed her glass with a swig. "Yep," she said firmly, "Let's do it."

She took him with her to the bathroom and sat down on a stool. She looked up at Sean expectantly.

"Look," he said, "I have brought my tools but I've no cape."

"Oh well, I'll take off my blouse."

Sean looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. She really was a pretty girl with nice hair. Almost a pity to cut it all off! Acquiescently Jacqui awaited the inevitable. She would make a fool of herself to chicken out now! What would she look like? And what would Sean say? Too late now!

Sean plugged the clippers into a socket. He pondered how to do it. It was the first time that he'd used them. But he knew a lot about them! In his hand he had a pair of motor-powered Oster clippers with a five-zero blade attached to them. With them he could shave the hair very close to the scalp right from the start.

Jacqui looked up at him. "Let's get it over with."

Sean put a few drops of oil on the blade and flicked on the switch. After a few moments he stopped the machine.

"Are you ready, Jacqui?"

She nodded. "Go ahead."

Sean decided to go right through the middle. With his left hand he brushed her bangs backward, put the clippers at the hairline and switched them on again. He mowed through the hair backward and was surprised to notice how lightly it parted from the skull. A curtain of hair descended, the clippers leaving in their wake only extreme short stubble. Sean repeated the movements on the right side, parallel to the first one and soon the top of Jacqui's ear became visible. He continued to remove the hair around her ear and then bent her head and sheared the back and nape. He paused for a moment, standing behind the stool. It looked odd: on the left side of Jacqui's head all of her hair still present, the right side as good as bald. Jacqui waited meekly and acquiescently for the resumption of activity. It didn't take long. Soon all the hair was lying on the floor and in her lap. Sean used shaving cream and a wet brush to lather Jacqui's scalp and shaved her twice, the first time with short strokes, the second time with long ones, examining the skin with his fingers to make sure that all vestiges of hair had been removed. He cleaned her head with a towel and rubbed some skin lotion into her scalp.

Jacqui had endured the ordeal, resigned at first but later on she had become excited, especially by the scratching and scraping of the razor. Now she stood up and went to the mirror. Bewildered she looked at her reflection.

"My god," she whispered. "But I don't look like my mother and I know why."

Her mother had no more hair at all: no eyebrows, eyelashes and certainly no pubic hair too.

"It would be too freaky to shave it all off; this should be enough," she told herself.

Sean hoped that Jacqui had not noticed his arousal and his erection. But she had. He stepped behind her.

"Your head is beautifully shaped, you look gorgeous."

Jacqui turned her head and looked at him, surprised. "You think so?"

He nodded and kissed her denuded scalp. "I like it," he said.

Jacqui shivered. She couldn't restrain herself any more and grabbed his head between her hands and pulled it towards hers and then they were kissing. Then they were undressing each other and they sank to the floor, which was still covered by Jacqui's hair

The two moaned and grunted, clinging to each other, rolling over and back again and again. When they had reached a climax and their lust ebbed away they laughed seeing their sweating, wet bodies covered by a lot of loose hair.

"Oh child, why did you do that?" Jacqui's mother was upset when her daughter came home on Saturday.

"I did it so you wouldn't be the only one in our family with a bald head.'

Her mom had tears in her eyes. "You are so sweet, but such a waste of your lovely hair."

"It is only hair, mom and as long as you have none, nor will I. When your hair begins to grow, mine will too."

A little later mom got up and sat in the living room.

"I feel a little better already," she smiled.

"That has been my intention. You should not hide yourself or be ashamed. There is nothing wrong by having no hair. Besides, it is only temporary."

Later, when their mother took a nap after lunch, and they were together cleaning up in the kitchen, Kelly asked her sister: "How does it feel?"

"Of course I attract a lot of attention and people are staring but you get accustomed to it. My friends, most of them think it is cool. Which is literally true," Jacqui laughed.

"Don't you cover your head then?"

"Outside I put on a baseball cap. Otherwise my head would freeze this time of the year. But when the temperature rises I'll refrain from it. Let's talk about you... the big day is approaching, isn't it?"

"Yeah, next weekend. Are you coming with me?"

"Of course, you know that. I'll support you. Though I'll be out of order with my appearance among those gorgeous girls."

"Don't bother, they will be glad that you are not a competitor."

Jacqui didn't blend in amidst the beautiful girls though only by her lack of hair. Otherwise a member of the organising committee, a woman in her mid-thirties, was attracted by her striking appearance. She asked her if she had had a special reason to shave her head. Jacqui told her and the woman, Jean Bushnell, was impressed.

"It brings me upon an idea. I'll make a suggestion to the other members to organise beauty contests for bald girls, no matter whether they lost their hair voluntarily or involuntary. If they agree this is feasible I'll mail you if you give me your address."

Jacqui laughed. "Me? A beauty contest?"

"Sure, you look nice. With the correct make-up you would go far."

But Jacqui forgot about it as the present contest turned out to be a tragedy for Kelly. Though she made it to the final round, she didn't reach further than the sixth position. She was disappointed and angry. Everyone had predicted that she would be one of the three most beautiful girls and would have a chance to be delegated to the Miss Arizona contest. How could a jury rank her so low?

"Come on, better luck next time," one tried to console her but Kelly knew better. If you had been ranked low once, you wouldn't get another chance. Frustrated she went back to school. Soon she would graduate and leave.

A few weeks after this - for Kelly - disastrous contest Jacqui received a folder announcing a beauty contest for bald girls living in one of the south-western states: Colorado, Nevada, Utah, Arizona and New Mexico. There would be contests in a number of other states too and the winners and their substitutes would be delegated to the Miss America Bald Beauty contest. Included was a personal letter from Jean Bushnell inviting Jacqui to participate. In the folder of the contest a preliminary announcement was made, more details and the proper date would follow later, dependent on the interest which had to be expected.

"You won't believe it," she told her parents and sister. "I've been asked to participate in a beauty contest for bald girls. But about that time, mom, your treatment will be over, so our hair is going to grow."

"But it would be short anyway, so why bother? Just shave again shortly before," said Kelly.

"You tell me," sneered Jacqui, "Why don't you cut off your luscious mane and enter the contest?" Then she considered that this remark could hurt her sister's feelings. "Sorry, sis, I didn't mean that."

Indeed Kelly was sensitive for any allusion at her defeat in the regional contest but she accepted Jacqui's apology. And was not her hair her pride and joy?

After her graduation from high school Kelly went one day to Phoenix, where she had been accepted at the university, for making acquaintance and sorting out necessary affairs, finding a room in the first place. Of course Jacqui acted as her guide and showed her a lot of important things. She also met some friends of Jacqui, all of them two or three years elder than Kelly. Suddenly she felt inferior to those sophisticated boys and girls, looking so self-confident. I'm still a high school babe, she thought. I must get rid of that silly appearance.

Other clothing. Other hair too? She winced at the idea. But if she wanted to change her look a makeover would be inevitable. The beauty contests were out of the question anyway. Or... the bald beauty contest? She detested the thought of it. But... there could be a chance! No, it wasn't worth it! Nevertheless she didn't succeed in getting it out of her mind. Kelly, don't be ridiculous! Can you imagine yourself bald like a billiard ball? What a waste of that wonderful hair it would be!

Kelly decided to speak to her sister. "I've noticed that I must change from a high school girl into a college student. Could you give me advice?"

"Oh, those feelings will go of their own accord, once you have come to live here. Don't bother."

"No, I want to change right now. Couldn't we go anywhere to buy new clothes and maybe... to do something about my hair?"

"Of course. I'll show you appropriate shops where you certainly can find the clothes you have in mind. But what do you want to do with your sacrosanct hair?"

But Kelly could not find the guts to tell her sister what she couldn't believe herself.

"Forget it, maybe later."

At that moment Mya joined them. Kelly gasped, she had never seen a girl with such incredibly long hair!

"Mya, meet my sister Kelly, the beauty queen. I told you about her. If it were up to me, she would by now be the new Miss Arizona. But those dumbos misjudged her."

"Let me see," said Mya, while she grabbed Kelly's hair and pulled it back, out of her face.

"Yes, I see, your features are superb. It is only a pity having so much hair."

"What?" Kelly was amazed. "You have yourself such extremely long hair."

Mya laughed. "Not for long anyway. Next week I'll enter a convent in California. Then it will be shaved off."

Kelly's eyes grew wide, she was dumbfounded. "Why?" she uttered.

"The heads of nuns are shaved."

"I mean, why do you do that? Why become a nun?"

"It is only for three months. You see, I'm a Buddhist and in my country it is custom for Buddhists to do this at least once in your lifetime. So to say it is a part of your education. I've postponed it until now but in about a year I will return to Thailand and my parents have asked me to do it while I'm still in America."

"I think it to be a waste, your hair is so long and beautiful.

Mya giggled. "It will grow again."

"You don't mind losing it all?"

"Why? It is all vanity, Kelly. It is customary in Thailand for many women and girls to have long hair, but to realise that it is only vanity, we shave our heads at least once in our lives."

"So you think the organisation of beauty contests and taking part in them is vanity too?"

"Of course they are! That doesn't mean that they are reprehensible. Our view on life is not the same as yours."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, let us not get philosophical," exclaimed Jacqui. "Mya is still with us for a year, so you have plenty of time to talk. But now, about your makeover plans, sis." She turned to Mya. "She wants to get rid of her high-school look."

"What do you really want, Kelly? I think you are not certain of yourself, are you?" asked Mya.

"A number of things did go wrong of late: the illness of my mom, my defeat at the beauty contest, all that has been frustrating. And my sister shaved her head to support mom while I didn't. Tell me, did you persuade her?"

"No, though I did support her, that is true. Why didn't you?"

"How could I? With the beauty contest coming up? It has been another frustration though. And now there is no more need for it anymore."

"Life isn't always easy, is it? That is why we retreat sometimes at a convent. To learn that all is vanity and to detach us from desiring."

Jacqui interfered again. "Must we have this discussion now?"

"Yes," answered Kelly, "In this afternoon I have learned a lot."

"Listen, sis, you have noted a bunch of new impressions today and you are embarrassed by them. Give it time to digest."

"No. I've been so selfish all the time and I realise that I should change that. Preferably I should join Mya entering the convent."

"No, Kelly, you are not ready for it," Mya said. "You should have to learn a lot about Buddhism first. Otherwise you would be frustrated again. If you really want to do something as I think you are... Look, I think that in a way you feel guilty not having sacrificed your hair to support your mother, though you might have had a good reason. And now... well, you spoke about changing your appearance."

"Yes Mya, you are right, I want to… errr... I've been thinking about... shaving my head and applying for the bald beauty contest."

"Good heavens, Kelly!" exclaimed Jacqui, "You should think about it considerably!"

"I told you I did. Now I'm sure about it."

"That is not exactly what I meant," interrupted Mya. "Sacrificing your hair, okay, but you shouldn't waste it. I mean, dedicate it to charity. An organisation exists that collects cut-off hair to make wigs for poor bald children whose parents cannot afford to pay for wigs. They would be very happy with your long hair. Mine will be preserved for that aim too."

"Well, then it serves two purposes. That makes it still easier for me."

"Hon, you are going too fast," said Jacqui, "Don't make hasty decisions which you might regret."

"I've made my mind up, Jacqui. I've no more doubts.'

Jacqui didn't give up. "Angel, you have been influenced about what Mya told you. Don't rush to conclusions."

Now Kelly showed annoyance. "I'm no longer a child, I'm nearly 18 and a coming college student. I know exactly what I'm doing."

Jacqui sighed. "Okay, if you are determined.... What now?"

Mya dropped in: "We only need a pair of clippers. I can take care of them."

Jacqui asked perplexed: "We are going to do it? Now? Here?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"I thought... well, I don't know. Do you agree, Kelly? You could wait till, you know, when the contest is planned."

"Why wait? Let's get it over with."

"I'll be back in twenty minutes," Mya said.

When they were alone together Jacqui began to speak: "I cannot understand why you're doing this. Your hair is so beautiful and...."

"Look Jacqui, I wouldn't say it in front of Mya but my chances at beauty contests have been reduced to nil. Maybe I'll get another chance with a daring change and makeover. Maybe I'll be chosen as bald beauty queen. It is worth trying."

"I wish you luck, angel. But you cannot go home without a warning. The old folks would die from a heart attack."

"I'll call them."

"So everything you said about being selfish and feeling guilt and vanity, you didn't mean?"

"Not quite, partially yes, but the beauty contest is the most important reason."

"Is it so important to you that you'll sacrifice all of your lovely mane? You may still chicken out."

Kelly looked annoyed. "Are you afraid that I'll defeat you?" she asked irritated.

"Why no! I'm only competing as I was asked personally. I don't give a shit whether I'll win or not."

"Why do you do it? Mom's cure is finished, I've noticed that her hair has started growing again. No reason for you to stay bald. Maybe it'll be another month before the contest takes place."

"I made a promise, damn it! That is the reason I'm taking part."

Kelly gave her a suspicious look: "I don't believe you! You don't want me to be on as you know that you cannot match me."

"Kelly, you are being unreasonable."

Kelly flew into a rage.

"Oh yeah?" she shouted. "You are the clever one, the bright one. Have always been. And I am the dumb blonde, huh?"

"Darling, I...."

""Don't darling me! You are not my mother! I'm nearly 18 and I'll do what I like!"

"Okay, okay, I'll keep my mouth shut."

The two girls, one angry and the other taken offence, stared at each other for some moments. Then Mya came back. She immediately noticed the strained relations between the sisters but she didn't pay attention. After a short glance at Jacqui she told Kelly: "Let's go to the bathroom."

Jacqui followed them.

"Better take off your drees," Mya said to Kelly

Kelly now became nervous, her anger diminishing. She sat down at a stool, dressed only in bra and panties. Mya gathered all of her hair into a ponytail at the base at the crown and tied it with a blue ribbon, as near to her scalp as possible. Mya asked Jacqui to hold the tail taut.

"This won't take much time," she told Kelly, "Are you ready?"

But she didn't wait for an answer. She plugged in the clippers, switched them on and put them at Kelly's hairline. She moved them right through the middle, stopping at one inch from the base of the ponytail. Then a second path parallel to the first, a third, a fourth, every time not further than one inch from the base of the tail. Mya shaved away the hair around Kelly's left ear and then changed to the right side, denuding it in the same way. She pushed Kelly's head forward and bared her nape and the back of her head. The tail still held by Jacqui was now attached to Kelly's scalp only at her crown With a few movements of the clippers it came loose in Jacqui's hand. Mya let the clippers slide over Kelly's skull again and again to remove any stray hairs. Then she switched them off.

Tears ran across Kelly's cheeks. She raised to look in the mirror and began to sob without saying a word. Jacqui took her in her arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Kelly sobbed. "I didn't mean it, I wouldn't hurt you."

"It is okay," Jacqui said, consoling her little sister, stroking her bare head.

After some time Kelly pulled herself together. Through her tears she produced a courageous smile and told Mya: "Let's finish the job"

Mya had been waiting without a word.

"Okay, sit down then. Jacqui will you please let hot water into the sink and soak a towel in it?"

Mya took the towel out of the water, wrung it out and wrapped it around Kelly's head. After a few minutes she withdrew the towel and rubbed shaving cream on Kelly's scalp. She used a wet brush to produce a rich lather. With a disposable razor she shaved Kelly's head smooth and clean, bald like a cueball.

In the afternoon of the following day Kelly reluctantly entered the living room of her parents' house, her head covered by a baseball cap. Only her father was present in the room. Kelly was not sure about his reaction. Yesterday she had called him to announce her metamorphosis.

"I've bought other clothes and I've done something about my hair... actually a lot... I mean... all of it." He hadn't said anything. "Dad?"

"I've heard you. Do you mean to tell me that you've cut it all off?"

"I'm afraid so."

After a while he had said: "I'll speak to you when you return."

"Hi, dad." Kelly greeted him with a nervous grimace which was supposed to represent a smile.

Peter stood up. "Take off your cap." He looked at her bald dome but didn't say anything.

A perfectly shaped skull, he thought, and neatly sculptured little ears. He had never seen either of them before.

"Turn around," he ordered. He touched lightly with his fingers her nape and the back of her head. Kelly shivered. "Nice," he muttered.

Surprised, Kelly turned back to face her father: "You like it?"

"Your face expresses all of your emotions. You can't hide behind your hair any more. It makes you... vulnerable." He laughed. "Funny, now all of my girls have lost their hair. Mom owing to therapy, Jacqui shaved her head to support her, but you, did you sacrifice your hair only for that contest?"

"No, that is not the only reason. I felt guilty being selfish." She told him about Mya and her entering the convent.

"I'll tell you something. Mom has finished the treatment, the oncology team is satisfied and all the tests are negative. But to be sure they will submit her to one more dose in about half a year. Mom didn't like that, she was disappointed, she thought that her hair would grow again and now it will only be for half a year. Then she will lose it again. When you called yesterday to tell us of your makeover, she said, 'Then I will remain bald as well.'"

"She will? Oh, she really is a darling!"

"She certainly is. And I want you to keep your head shaven till Mom's hair grows again. That means at least till January."

Startled Kelly exclaimed, "That long a time? But... what about college then?"

"Well, just go! Are you ashamed to show yourself with a shaven head?"

Kelly considered that for a moment. Then she smiled. "No, not really."

"Fine. So your mother will shave your head and you shave hers."

The Bald Beauty contest was in Las Vegas. Again Kelly was defeated. But this time she was resigned to the result. The winner was a beautiful girl with big dark almond shaped eyes, wonderful nose and lips and alopecia.

She said that about a year ago she had lost most of her lustrous dark hair. Every time she combed her hair the comb contained a mass of hair. There were still a few patches of hair growth, so she had to shave them.

Kelly was beaten in a neck-and-neck race. She didn't mind, she showed give onto others. In any case she was entitled to compete in the Miss Bald United States contest. And after all Rosita wasn't voluntarily bald like herself. Most of all, the girl really was very cute and witty.

And Jacqui got the fifth position. However all the six finalists were showered with offers for commercials, fashion shows, even parts in movies.

Kelly and Jacqui were assigned for a commercial, promoting a new razor and they showed how smooth the result was, shaving each other's head.

Again Jacqui was asked for a demonstration with a new depilatory. She had to grow her hair for a week and then the cream was applied on the left side of her head. Every day she was photographed and it was shown that it lasted six weeks before the hair on the left side started to come back while of course that on the other side grew further and further, reaching a length of nearly an inch.

Kelly was asked for the opening of a renovated unisex hair salon in Phoenix. She would be the first client to take seat. She was not allowed to shave her head for one week previously.

When she arrived she was welcomed by the managing director and a young black woman was introduced to her.

"This is Kershee, your stylist."

Kershee proved to be about twenty years, very pretty and with rather short black hair: an earlobe-length bob, angled at the back and a clippered nape. She ushered Kelly to a chair covered by a drape, just like the other chairs. Kershee removed the drape, saying: "Please sit down, Kelly. I'm going to shave your head and afterwards you may shave mine."

Kelly looked at her, surprised. "You don't have to." When she had taken the assignment Kelly had said, jokingly, "If I must be shaven, then I want to shave the head of one of you too."

"We shall consider that," they had answered. Kelly had not thought that they really would!

It turned out that Kershee worked as a shampoo girl during the summer holidays to earn extra money for her studies at the university.

"No one could be found to volunteer. So I did," she said to Kelly.

"I was joking," Kelly said

"I cannot chicken out now; as a reward I got the honour to shave you. I would make look myself ridiculous if I recalled my promise. Don't worry anyway, I don't mind. I just like to know how it feels when your hair is buzzed off and your head shaved."

A local TV team recorded the whole procedure. Everyone admired the new image of Kershee, including Kelly.

"Wow, you look gorgeous!"

TV made recordings of the two side by side. "Black and White," they called them. Kelly and Kershee became friends, close friends. They shaved each other's head. They loved it to shave and to be shaven even more.

Shortly before the final contest, which was to take place in Los Angeles, Kelly had come to Kershee's place on campus. As Kershee worked all the time during the holidays she had kept her dorm. She had shaved Kelly's scalp meticulously for the competition and when she showed herself satisfied she had sealed it with a kiss on the cool skin of Kelly's head. As usual. But this time she didn't stop. She went on kissing: her eyes, nose and mouth. Kershee's tongue entered Kelly's mouth, parting her lips. Kelly moaned and answered Kershee's kisses. Their passions flared up....

As the weather was hot Kelly wore only a T-shirt, shorts and sandals. Kershee pulled the shirt over Kelly's head, unfastened the belt of her shorts, unzipped them and pulled them down together with her panties. Kelly, who was still seated, raised her butt to help Kershee strip her.

Kershee hesitated when she saw Kelly naked. Uneasily Kelly opened her eyes: "Is something wrong?"

Kershee nodded. "That bushwood." She pointed at Kelly's bikini region. "It blocks the entrance."

Kelly blushed. "Shave it off then."

"Lay down on my bed," Kershee ordered, "right across, your butt at the edge, your feet on the floor and your legs spread."

She took a pair of scissors and cut off most of Kelly's pubic hair. Then she applied shaving foam and shaved the whole area from the mound of Venus to the anal region smooth and clean.

"Wow, that feels good," moaned Kelly.

"Okay lass, now I'll show you that a tongue serves other purposes than speaking and swallowing. Something much more pleasant."

Kershee sank on her knees between Kelly's legs, her head moving towards the freshly denuded area. Her tongue split the soft lips and entered Kelly's secret hole, searching and finding her button of delight.

Kelly gunted and moaned. "Oh yeah... screw me... oh, please… do it."

Soon she bawled and winced, then became limp. Tears trickled down her cheeks. But Kershee was too horny by now.

"Your turn, lass," she said with a hoarse voice, pulling Kelly from the bed and dropping herself onto it. Quickly she liberated herself from her skirt and panties. On her knees Kelly crawled between the spread legs of the girl, noticing that Kershee's pubes were as clean shaven as her own.

Kelly had had a few boyfriends, not very surprising being the prettiest girl of high school, but they had never impressed her. Of course they had tried to chat her up but she had always fended them off. She had never had sex with a boy, let alone with a girl. She was embarrassed but excited. Of course she had masturbated and come but this had been the first time that a girl had elicited an orgasm upon her!

Kelly was really horny! Her head moved towards Kershee's private parts, her tongue squeezed in between her lips and sought shivering its way towards the center of lust stimulation. Startled she heard the squirming girl shout the most terrible obscenities but then she realized that this was the result of her arousal.

"Goddamned motherfucker, fuck me, you filthy fucking whore!" Kershee cried out.

Kelly had to swallow the juices which began to stream and then Kershee squawked and clasped her thighs so tight around Kelly's head that she was nearly suffocating. But suddenly she was released.

"Oh lass, you are wonderful. I have wanted to do this a long time already."

"Kershee... I don't know what to think. This is the first time that... you know... with a girl. Am I lesbian?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe you are bisexual. What does it matter? Listen, I have loved you from the very first moment I met you in that salon. I was so aroused when you shaved my head. Oh, my god, I thought, I must have this lass."

"Kershee, I'm too embarrassed to know what my feelings are."

"Look here, lassie, you say that I am your best friend, right?"

"Yes."

"And you enjoyed getting laid by me, right?"

"Oh yes, very much."

"Well, that is enough for the moment. Don't speak about eternal loyalty, I've heard that before, but nevertheless it didn't last. She let me down all the same. Well, what shall we do now? Are you sleepy?"

"No... I like you, hon. Maybe I really am in love with you. I want to hold you."

They didn't sleep much that night.

Kelly didn't get any further than twelfth place in the beauty contest in Los Angeles. In the semi-final she was ruled out. She didn't mind, her ambitions had diminished and she was fed up competing again with all those radiant girls, jealously trying to steal a march on the others. Of course she had done that too, but she was tired of playing that game. She had fallen in love and nothing could throw her off balance.

The holidays coming to an end marked the return of Mya, her head freshly shaven.

"You wouldn't believe it," she said, "the day before I left they still shaved my head. Those bureaucrats told me that it was Thursday and on that day everyone was shaved. I'm leaving tomorrow, I said. But today you still are a nun, they answered."

She was annoyed with her stay at the convent.

"I had to work hard most of the day, cleaning, brushing, dusting, washing, peeling potatoes, grubbing in the soil under a burning sun, always barefooted. Look, callouses on my hands and feet. I was often so tired that I fell asleep during the meditation sessions and then I was slapped in the face."

"So it was disappointing?" asked Jacqui.

"It did not give me the spiritual experience I had expected. Nevertheless I did learn humility."

A few days later Jacqui asked Mya if she would mind shaving her head as Sean wasn't yet back and the stubble was showing.

"You are welcome but will you please shave mine afterwards?"

Jacqui was amazed. "Why?"

"I've decided to keep you company as long as you, your sister and her friend are bald. I don't want to be out of order."

Of course the four girls often went out together and were seen together. Soon they were called the four musketeers. But that Kershee and Kelly were not only friends couldn't stay concealed as well. Especially not after Kershee succeeded in persuading her roommate to exchange rooms with Kelly. A lesbian relationship and certainly one involving a black girl was not approved by a lot of people. They protested and the exchange had to be undone

The teasing and harassment on the campus and in the lecture-rooms didn't stop. The word dike or dyke often appeared somewhere in connection with the two girls. Physically they were not threatened.

But one evening when Kelly was on her way towards Kershee's place she was suddenly surrounded by four or five girls. Nobody else in the neighbourhood. Kelly was afraid. "What do you want?" she asked, trembling.

One of the co-eds asked: "You are a lesbian, aren't you?" She looked at Kelly with a stern gaze and it didn't seem to be a question. One of the other girls giggled; Kelly hesitated. Why did she ask? Everyone did know about her relation with Kershee after all.

"Yes, we know," the girl proceeded as if she had read Kelly's mind. "And your appearance shows your... well, disposition."

"You are wrong," said Kelly, "My shaven head? I did this for my mother. She had cancer."

"It doesn't matter. I only know that dikes show their disposition by having very short hair."

I must grow my hair, thought Kelly, but would that change anything? Probably not.

"We need your help," the girl continued. Two other giggling girls pushed a third one forward, who didn't seem at ease.

"This is Mary-Jane. She has discovered that she fancies girls."

Mary- Jane fumbled nervously with a lock of her hair. She had waist-length auburn tresses.

Kelly couldn't understand what they wanted from her. "What do you mean by me helping you?"

"Well, we have decided…" she made a turning movement with one arm to include the other girls. "We have decided that while she is a dike she should look like one."

Kelly was amazed. "Do you agree, Mary-Jane?"

The girl nodded though not very convincingly.

"But what have I to do with this?" asked Kelly.

"You have to cut off her hair," the first girl announced.

"I don't think so."

"But we do. We have decided that you are the obvious person for the job. And Kelly, you have no choice, I'm sorry to say."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then we'll force you." She said it very quietly but the threat was inevitable. "Come with us."

Two girls grabbed Kelly's arms. No choice!

"Sit down, Mary-Jane!"

A chair stood in the middle of the room. But Mary-Jane wasn't so sure about it.

"Is it really necessary, Janice?"

"We won't have that discussion again. Will we? You can't back out now."

"I won't do it if she doesn't want it," Kelly remarked.

"Listen Kelly, do you think that we don't know who you are? Your image has been on TV and on the covers of several magazines after the bald beauty contest. You were the second of the Mid South Western States." She turned to Mary-Jane: "Tell her what it is all about."

"I thought it was a joke," Mary-Jane said.

"You know it was not," Janice resumed. She turned to Kelly again.

"We proposed to organize a bald beauty contest for co-eds of the university. After all we already have the four musketeers. But who would be able to compete with you?"

She looked at Mary-Jane who grinned and said: "I said I would. I thought it was a joke."

Kelly scrutinized the girl. She had a pretty face and regular features. She stepped towards Mary-Jane and pushed back her hair out of her face.

"Kelly's hair has been as long as yours, Mary-Jane," said Janice. "Kelly, would you tell her why you decided to shave it off and how you felt doing so. Your mother's disease was not the only reason, was it?" Kelly told the whole story.

"Yes, I have cried when I saw myself without my hair. But now I feel com... no not comfortable, but I can live with it."

Janice resumed: "Well, Mary-Jane, you know our agreement. You committed yourself and all of us are to follow you."

"You are all going to shave your heads?" Kelly was surprised.

"Well, we need a number of contestants, don't we?" grinned Janice. "We hope that more girls will follow our example."

"So that talking about Mary-Jane being lesbian is not true?" asked Kelly

"That is another story," smiled Janice mysteriously. "Well Mary-Jane, how about it? Are you ready?"

Mary-Jane sighed. "Wish you had told me that you'll follow me."

"We wanted to test you. But after all we did and you agreed."

"Okay, I promised."

"Well Kelly, you have heard. All the necessary tools are on that table."

"Tell me first about your plans of organizing the contest, Why hasn't anyone heard of it yet?"

"We'll announce them as soon as we are ready for it. I mean ready to take part."

"I assume that is tomorrow?"

"I think so. It depends upon you."

Kelly looked at the tools on the table. They contained hairbrushes, combs, scissors, hairpins, clippers, razors, shaving cream and lotion. And a pile of towels.

"Shaving is no problem for me," Kelly said, "but I never used clippers."

"Oh, don't bother, we'll assist you," said Janice. "We need you in the main for the razor shaving. Let's first cut off the bulk with scissors. Ready, Mary-Jane?"

Mary-Jane nodded nervously, still seated in the chair. She didn't feel at ease at all! Janice didn't hesitate. She took a pair of scissors and gave Kelly another. Then she grabbed a fistful of Mary-Jane's locks and began lopping them off near to the scalp. Kelly, standing on the opposite side, did the same. Lock after lock of the flowing mane was sent to the floor. Mary-Jane sat still, silently crying.. After five minutes of cutting only an uneven and shaggy mop of short and shorter wisps were the remnants of the former luscious and wavy locks.

"Patty, your turn," Janice addressed one of the other girls, "you did use the clippers on your brother, didn't you?"

Patty nodded and eagerly flicked on the switch of the big clippers. Without any compassion she pushed Mary-Jane's head towards her chest, put the clippers at her nape and ran them upwards to and over her crown, passing over the top of her head. The clippers with a five-zero blade, Janice explained, shaved the hair off so near to the scalp as if it was razored. In its wake pale skin became visible with a hazy dark shadow, caused by the roots. Patty denuded Mary-Jane's nape and back before turning to the right side, then the left and most of her hair had gone. Patty moved the clippers several times more, criss-cross over Mary-Jane's head before switching them off. Surprised Kelly ascertained that a razor shave actually seemed superfluous.

They gave Mary-Jane a hand mirror. The girl began to sob when she looked at her reflection. Janice consoled her, told her that she had a perfectly shaped head without any moles and in general looked marvellous. When she had got somewhat quieter Janice said that it was Patty's turn to be sheared and that Mary-Jane was allowed to carry it out.

Patty had a sort of grown-out pixie cut, her hair was rather thin and there was no need to cut it first. Janice and Kelly, who had noticed how Patty had been handling the clippers, instructed Mary-Jane. The girl cheered up having the chance to take revenge upon her torturer. Mischievously she took care to shave Patty's head as bald as possible.

Janice offered herself as the next victim, again asking Mary-Jane to do the shearing. But her shoulder-length blonde hair had to be cut short first and Kelly and Mary-Jane took care of that task.

Two girls had to be done and Janice asked Kelly to shear them. Both were not very attractive, nor was their hair. The rather short hair could be removed easily with the clippers and Kelly got accustomed using them. It was striking that both the girls looked better after their heads were shaved.

At last the five newly balded girls stood nervously giggling and rubbing each other's heads in a heap till Janice announced; "Tomorrow we will make public the bald beauty contest and open the registration."

"I won't take part," Kelly immediately announced. "That would be too easy. Let someone else win. But I'll be glad to enter the jury if you want it."

Janice accepted the offer joyfully.

It had been the weirdest evening in Kelly's life up till now: the heads of five girls shaven to the bone, the floor covered with an incredible amount of hair!

Kelly accepted gratefully that her sister was not chosen as the bald beauty queen of the university (she got second place) but Mary-Jane! The girl shone just like her freshly shaven and polished dome.

In the beginning of the new year Helen's second treatment had been completed and soon her hair started to grow. The four musketeers decided that they had been shaving their heads long enough and their hair too grew back.

In June Mya graduated and soon she would return to Thailand.

"Perhaps I'll come back. I've been offered a position, but first I want to visit my family and see how it looks like back home. If I intend to go back to America I'll have to get my father's consent."

"Why?" Jacqui had asked. "Aren't you old enough to decide that yourself?"

"Customs are different in Thailand, sweetie," she had answered.

Of course a farewell party was organized. By now Mya sported a neat short bob, nearly a Louise Brooks cut, just a little shorter. Kershee had about the same hairdo as a year before, though still somewhat shorter and her nape shaved. Jacqui ditto: her former chin-length bob was now at earlobe length but still angled to the back with a clippered nape. And Kelly? She had planned to have her long hair again but she noticed that it would take a very long time to achieve. That brought her so much despair that on the day before the party she suddenly took a radical decision. She went to a barbershop and asked for a flattop

When she visited Kershee at her dorm (Kershee's roommate had already left, so they could stay together overnight) the latter exclaimed: "Wow, you look like a real dike!"

"Yeah, I am," agreed Kelly, "and you are my black whore."

She grabbed Kershee with one hand full at her crotch, with the other she grasped her hair and pulled her to the floor. It was summer, high temperatures and the girls were scarcely dressed. They ripped off each other's clothes and soon they were naked.

"I'm going to fuck that damned cunt of you till you cry for mercy," uttered Kelly.

"Your vocabulary has got worse, lass."

"Yeah, since I'm associated with you, slut."

"Oh my, you make me so horny, lassie."

Kelly's head pushed itself onto Kershee's pubes, her hands spread her legs, her tongue split those lovely lips. Kershee cursed, rubbing the short stubble on the top of Kelly's head.

"Fuck me you blasted bitch! Oh, you make me soooo hot!"

She shrieked, shaking and suffocating Kelly by the tightening of her thighs.

"Okay bitch, now you fuck me!" panted Kelly when she had freed herself.

They changed their positions. Later they took a shower together.

"Tell me, lass, why did you cut off your hair again?"

"I wanted to break with my past as a beauty queen. Mya has taught me that it is all vanity. I don't want to be one any longer. I'm a dike and I won't hide that. I love you, hon and that is all that matters."

"You know, lass, you are the best thing in my life that has happened to me. I love you above all in spite of my casual obscene language."

"I like it. "

"Yeah, you have adopted the same habit."

They laughed... and kissed.

"One question, lass, do you want me to cut off my hair too? I'll cordially do it if you say so."

"No. You are not me, not a former beauty queen. You are what you are and you are very cute with that short hair."

The end.

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