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"Darling, what would you say if I would have my hair cut ?"

"Huh?" muttered Alan, sleepy, "Are you kidding?"

Exhausted and sleepy he was laying next to his girlfriend after having screwed her vigorously.

"No, I asked you something."

Suddenly Alan sat upright. "Have you gone nuts or what?"

"No."

"So what do  you mean by cutting your hair? You know how much  I love it."

Gails' hair had a length of nearly three feet and fell down  in broad waves to her butt and Alan sometimes called her jokingly Rampion. When they were making love he liked  to lie on his back while she straddled him. When she came he grabbed her hair and pulled her down on his body while the wealth of her mane covered his face.

"You know darling, sometimes I think that you love my hair more than myself."

"Come on, Ramp, you know better."

"Well, if you love me so much you would........"

"Yes, I know what you want to say but I can't believe that you really want to cut it. You always are pampering your tresses and keeping them in an excellent condition."

Alan looked inquiringly at his girlfriend.

"Okay," she said, "let me explain.  Organisations exist who try to fight childrens' cancer by fund-raising, often in combination  with headshaving parties in which hair is collected too to make wigs for poor girls who have lost their hair owing to illness. Well, during coffee break Joyce showed a leaflet of such an organisation. Of course the wigmakers need hair to produce those wigs.

I've told you about Trisha, the little daughter of Joyce's sister who is ill. The doctors have discovered thar she has leucaemia. She has to be submitted to radiation and chemotherapy and afterwards a myelotransplantation. So among other things she will lose her hair. Not that she will need a wig, she is only five and Emlyn, Joyce's sister, is very good in reassuring her daughter and make her believe that having no hair could be funny. 

But now Joyce shocked us, Evelyn and me, as she announced that she intended to shave her head bald to encourage her little niece. She said:'Of course it helps when you can show her that you like to be bald. But I have to speak to my boyfriend first. Emlyn will do it too if her husband supports her.'

Evelyn and I were perplexed. You know that we three are very close friends. We looked at each other and I knew what Joyce was thinking. We always stand together when we decide doing things..........

Evelyn was the first to speak: 'Shouldn't we discuss this first?'

'Well,' Joyce answered, 'I said that I have the intention and I want to hear your opinion.'

'Does that mean that it depends on us?'

'No, but it  would be nice if you would support me.'

Then Evelyn surprised me, saying that she would talk to her husband and when he agreed she would consider to join Joyce in her decision.

She looked at me and said that I didn't need to do it as my hair is so long and beautiful. Joyce assented  to that."

Gail paused and Alan asked: "How did you react?"

"Darling, I can't stay behind. I would feel guilty being a spoilsport. But they have not yet decided. I told them that I would speak to you."

"Well, this is not the right moment. Better go to sleep now, we'll discuss that tomorrow."  

Alan didn't get a quiet sleep. In one dream he was playing billiard. When pointing his cue to a ball other balls suddenly changed into the shaven heads of Gail and her friends.

Gail, Evelyn and Joyce were employed at the administrative department of a bank and shared the same office.Their ages varied between 23 and 25 and they were very close friends.

The next day Joyce said during their coffeebreak: "Paul, my boyfriend, supports me, so after work I'll go to a barbershop and afterwards visit Trisha  in the hospital. She is still allowed to have visitors but when the treatment starts she will be isolated behind glass. Before that happens I want  to show her how I like to have no hair and how much fun it is."

Evelyn said: "My husband doesn't like it but he understands my reasons, so L'll join you."

"Alan was embarrassed when I spoke to him about your intentions and he didn't want to discuss them at that moment," Gail told them. "So I don't know what to do."

Alan had looked on that morning while Gail, sitting on the edge of their bed, rolled up her stockings. She fumbled with the suspenders to fix them to the brim of her stockings, sweeping her hair backwards and irritated that it fell down in front of her face again, blurring her vision.

"Shit, I'm late and I still have to style my hair," she muttered.

Alan had helped Gail by keeping her hair backwards. Viewing the sheer black nylons contrasting with the creamy white of her naked thighs he got aroused. Except her garterbelt and panties she was naked and he no longer could control himself. He pushed Gail backwards on the bed and ripped off her panties.

"No, there is no time for that, Alan!" Gail exclaimed.

Alan had grinned: "A few minutes more or less don't matter, sweetheart." 

He had penetrated her and was pumping vigorously into her vagina.

"Oh my god, you are raping me!" Gail cried, but soon she screamed lustfully and orgasmed while Alan ejaculated.

"Oh Alan," she panted, "You should do this more often."

"I'll be at your sevice, darling," Alan grinned.

Gail had to use a sanitary towel to intercept the juices flowing out of her vagina but she couldn't prevent the smell of sperma in her nose.

A few minutes too late Gail arrived at the office. She had pinned up her hair but had to restore it at arrival. In the corridor on her way to her officeroom she ran across the youngest managing director. 

"Good morning Gail. A little over time, isn't it?" He grinned.

Gail blushed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Evans."

He looked at her. "What is the matter, Gail? You are looking different, not like I'm accustomed from you. You seem to be upset. Can I do something for you?"

"No, thank you, I'm okay, Mr. Evans, just.....err... some delay this morning, I'm sorry."

"Well, then down to business."

Of course the question what to do with her hair hadn't got out of her mind.

Gail, you needn't do anything," Joyce told her.

"Evelyn and you intend to visit a barbershop this afternoon. I hate to stay behind."

"We wellcome your support but we can't ask you to make such a great sacrifice.Besides you have to talk to Alan."

"In any case, the least I can do is accompanying you to the barber."

Gail phoned Alan at his office but the receptionist told her tat he had gone to visit some clients. She knew that he was used to leave his cellphone in the car when he was doing this.

"Well, will you tell him that I'll be home later tonight?"

At lunchtime Evelyn clearly showed signs of nervousness.

"Darling, if you can't cope coming with me you shouldn't do it," Joyce said to her.

"But I want to join you ,"she wailed, "it's just that I'm afraid that I can't bear the idea of  sitting in that chair and everyone gazing at me when the barber shaves my hair off."

"Try to relax and don't mind other people who might be there. We are there too to support you," Joyce reassured her friend.

"And another thing," Evelyn put forward," How about the Board? (She meant the Board of Directors) They will not appreciate that we turn into skinheads. It will evoke repercussions."

"There are no regulations about hairstyles," Gail remarked.

"No, that may be so but regulations about our general appearance exist."

Joyce tuned in: "Evelyn is right, I'll speak to them or one of them and explain our reasons. If they are open to reason they will understand. And if not I'll tell them that the three of us intend to do it. I don't think that they will discharge all of us as that would be ruinous to them."

"There is a simple solution," Gail added, "Let them provide us with wigs if our bald heads disturb them."

In the afternoon Alan called Gail:"I got a message that you'll be home later. What's up?"

Gail told him the reason.

"Don't go to a barbershop, I've a better idea. Take your friend home with you tonight, I'm doing to arrange something."

He wouldn't tell more but Gail had a suspicion.

Alanwas already at home wen the three girls arrived.

"I'm expecting someone," he told them."Meanwhile I'll pour drinks for you. I assume you can use them."

They were nervous and Alan did his best to put them at ease. The doorbell chimed and Alan opened the door for his visitor.

"Ladies, meet Giles, my barber. He will take care of you.Giles, you know Gail and the other two are her friends Joyce and Evelyn."

"Well ladies, as I've been informed I have to make short work of your tresses. Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

Gail looked at Alan: "Does that apply to me too? We didn't yet discuss the question."

"Darling, isn't this what you want?"

"No, I don't but I feel obliged to support my friends."

"Well, then it's settled, better strike while the iron is hot."

Gail felt hooked and was embarrassed: "Just that easy?" she asked.

"Darling, it is not easy, neither for you nor for me. But we must decide."

Giles, Joyce and Evelyn  looked at Gail, awaiting her answer.

"Yes, you are right,  it should be done," she said with a deep sigh.

But Joyce went first as she had to visit her little niece in the hospital before Trisha would go to sleep.  

Trembling she let herself down on a straight chair, awaiting her fate. Horrified she looked at the big clippers, exposed by Giles. He didn't lose any time, switched them on, put them on Joyce's hairline and moved them backwards. Joyce's shoulderlength blonde tresses fell down in curtains while the clippers again and again made tours across her head. In a short time all of her hair was lying on her shoulders, in her lap and on the floor.

"Do you want me to shave your head with a razor too?" Giles asked her and when Joyce answered in the affimative he asked if she would allow Alan to take care of this as he didn't have much time. The request came as a surprise to Alan but he greedily accepted the invitation. Looking at the shearing of Joyce had excited him, shaving the stubble from her scalp would be a mighty experience!

In between Evelyn was urged to another chair. She was very nervous and looked as if she would be executed. Giles didn't leave her much time for reflexion , he caped her and without any consideration the thick auburn curly tresses were sent to the floor with the same speed as the fine blonde strands of his former victim. During the shearing his mobile telly had chimed.

"I'm sorry but I have to go, Alan," he said, buzzing off the last stray hair from Evelyns head.

"What is the matter?"

"Oh, some trouble at the shop. I'll see if it will be possible to come back later, I'll call you."  

That meant that Gail had to wait; if Giles did come back.

Evelyn didn't want a razor shave and she left together with Joyce. Both not yet feeling at home with their shaven heads and they dreaded to go outside but had no choice.

Later Giles called that it was impossible for him to return this evening but would try to come the next day.

The next morning Joyce and Evelyn were not pleased when Gail showed up still wearing her long locks.

"I'm sorry," she said, "Giles couldn't make it to return. I feel guilty as if I have betrayed you."

"In a way you have indeed,"Evelyn answered, "Joyce has informed the Board that all of us should have our heads shaved and that turns out to be not true. I don't know how their reaction will be."

"I can't help it, those are cicumstances beyond my control."

"Well, I think that you should visit a barbershop as soon as possible," Joyce answered.

"Why? I expect Giles to come tonight."

"I sincerely hope so."

Clearly a crack in their rekation had occurred. All day Joyce and Evelyn kept aloof and rhe tension was palpable. Gails readiness to sacrifice her beauriful mane diminished. Why should she while her two companions treated her as if she was  a renegade?

Back home a nervous and distressed Gail awaited the arrival of Giles. She started to cry.

"Oh my god, I don't want to have my hair shaved off, I can't do it."

"Well, you haven't," Alan reassured her, "I'll call Giles."

But he didn't answer the phone.

"Try his mobile number." Gail advised.

"I don't have it. However, I'll tell him as soon as he comes."

"What a mess, " Gail wailed, "I dont know what to do. Joyce and Evelyn give me the impression to be a traitress. I can't bear that, I'll have to quit."

"Come on, talk to them, they are not unreasonable."

'It's no use, Alan, you should have experienced how they behaved all day."

At that moment Giles called. He apologized and told them that he was too busy and couldn't come.

"We'll manage," Alan answered, "Thank you for you for your willingness to help us out."

The next morning Gail found Joyce and Evelyn already present at the office.

"Giles didn't show up yesterday, I'm sorry,  so nothing could be done."

To her surprise Joyce said: "Gail, we are sorry that we treated you badly yesterday. We must apologizefor our behaviour. We told you before that you don't have to follow our example and we mean that. Shall we be friends again?"

"Of course," Gail told them.

Nevertheless it gave her a sense of guilt, just because they were friendly to her again as if nothing had happened. But that was not true, she had only to look at the two bald pates! And hadn't she promised to shave her head too?

How can I sit here together with them in one room flaunting with my luscious mane, Gail thought.

Back home Gail addressed Alan: "I cannot stand it anymore, Alan. Every time I look at them I'm reminded that we should stick together. I'm feeling like a wet blanket."

"That's what they want. They are purposely friendly to you as they know that it will get on your weak side."

"No, they are not like that, I know them too well."

"Gail, you have to come to a decision. What do you want? Anyway I can't ask Giles to come here again."

"What I want is to restore my former relation to Joyce and Evelyn. I'll talk to them tomorrow."

"You know, we have neglected one aspect of the case," Joyce remarked the following morning, "Namely the fact that a poor girl is awaiting a wig."

"Yes, you are right," Gail agreed, "How could I be so selfish."

"To donate hair you needn't shave your head," Evelyn said, "your hair is so long that it suffices to cut it at shoulderlength."

But Gail didn't agree: "No, I've promised to join you, I'll get my head shaved but I fear to go to a barbershop. I think I cannot bear sitting in a chair and everyone present  gazing at me."

"Don't worry," Joyce said, "we'll do it ourselves. Tonight at my place."

Again Gail had to call and explain Alan thas she would return home later than usual.

"Has Joyce clippers?" he asked.

"I'll ask her............"

"Alan, she says that she will do it with scissors."

"Oh no, sweetheart, that will take too much time. I've discovered that Giles has left his clippers here. Just come home, I'll arrange something."

Joyce and Evelyn were not oleased when Gail told them whar Alan had said. Probably they feared that Gail would chicken out again. Thet didn't say it but again it put a damper on the mood. Gail was relieved when time had come to go home.

When Gail got home she said: "The temperature in the office again sank to near the freezing point. I really don't know what to  do....Oh, I cannot more bear it."

She began to cry: "What do you have in mind?"

"Relax darling. Here, have a glass of wine."

But being hysterical Gail flapped it out of his hand.

"What am I to do?" she wailed

Suddenly it struck Alan. He thought of the morning a few days ago when he had virtually raped his girlfriend and how she had liked it. She wanted to be dominated! She had to be forced! Why hadn't he noticed that before? Yes, he had, there had been more signs but he hadn't payed attention to them. Gail wanted to please her friends but  but she had not the guts to sacrifice her luscious mane though she had promised them to do it. Unconciously she wished that he would force her to do so, Alan thought. Well, if this seemed to be the solution of her dilemma he would cut the Gordian knot. He grabbed Gails' wrist and dragged her to the bathroom where the clippers already had been installed.

"What are you doing?" Gail lamented.

"I'm going to shave your head," answered Alan in a stern voice.

"No!!" Gail screamed.

"Oh yeah!" Alan shouted, "Sit down!"

In between they had entered the bath room, Alan pointed at a stool and pushed her simply onto it.

Gail was startled, Alan had never treated her like this but meekly she obeyed.

Alan brushed her beautiful tresses, realizing that he did this the last time for a long period which made him sad. But he took the waiting clippers, saying in a less severe tone: "Don't think that I like this but you have only yourself to blame by your indiscrete promise to act in sympathy with your friends. But once done you have to keep it and as you couldn't decide I'll do so."

He gathered all of her hair into a large ponytail and tied it with a ribbon as near to her scalp as he could. Gail started to sob when she heard the clppers come to life but she offered no resistance. Alan  pulled the ponytail taut with his left hand and could this way move Gails' head in every direction he wanted. He was standing behind his girlfriend, forced her head forward and let the clippers (no attachment mounted) find their way through the thick hair  from the nape to the base of the ponytail. Pass after pass followed until the right side of the head was freed of hair. Alan moved to the left side and repeated the action, still holding the ponytail in his left hand. Now he moved the clippers from the backside into the base of it, directing them to the frontal side of Gails' head and soon the massive bush of hair was  set free and Alan put it on the counter next to the sink. Before switching off the clippers he let them run across Gails' scalp to remove any stray hair.

No word had been said during the procedure and Gail was sititng hunched on the stool, silently sobbing. Alan covered her shoulders with a towel, filled the sink with water and spread a glob of shaving foam across her scalp. He took a safety razor and started to shave her head from the front backwards, now and again cleaning the razor in the water. Then he applied shaving foam anew and shaved this time from the back to the front, at times feeling if he could find any stubble. He wiped her head clean with the towel and rubbed a lotion into Gails' scalp.

During the shaving Gails' sobs had gradually decreased and eventually came to a standstill. She seemed to resign herself to the inevitable but totally unexpected  she experienced another sensation: the scraping of the razor across her scalp elicited a sexual arousel! Uncredulously and surprised she remained sitting on the stool after Alan had finished the job. He took her hand and now friendly said: "Get up and look at yourself in the mirror."

Gail let him lead her to the mirror. When she saw her image in the mirror she began to cry again and put her hand to her mouth: "Oh no, that can't be me!"

Alan hugged and kissed his girlfriend and tried to console her. At last she calmed down and he took her to their bedroom. The next hours Gail experienced  something she never could have dreamed of: how a bald head could have such an erotic effect. 

When Gail the followung morning entered her office she found Joyce already present.

"You did it!" she cried out and embraced Gail.

Gail smiled: "You don't think that I would let you down, do you? I had made a promise."

She din't tell her friend that Alan had forced her. 

Somewhat later Evelyn arrived who of course was very satisfied seeing Gails' bald pate. Joyce took the hands of her friends and the three lovely girls with shining chrome domes made a round dance. She said: "We are united again. One for all and all for one."

Gail handed Joyce a plastic bag saying: "Wigs for kids."

Joyce smiled: "All is well that ends well."

The end.

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