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Amazed Melody gazed at the pictures and short stories which constituted the content of the yellow envelope she had found in her letterbox that morning. All of them had as subject longhaired girls who had got dramatic make-overs from (very) long to (very) short or even their heads shaven. She couldn't understand the meaning of this supply as no informative letter was included.. Only the sender was mentioned on the envelope: Maxime. The name of a person? Or a firm? And why sent to her?

Melody had straight dark blonde hair and green eyes. She was 22 now and had let her hair grow since her first year at junior high school. It reached now to her waist and except regular trimming every two or three months it hadn't been cut all that time. Most of the time she wore it in a bun or occasionally braided it. She wasn't unattractive and would be looking a lot more glamourous with fashionable spectacles, make-up and hairstyle. She didn't do that, instead she did her best to look as inconspicuous as possible. 

The reason for this behaviour was a traumatic experience at the age of 14 when she had been invited to visit a birthday party of a classmate which turned out to be not so innocent as one should have expected. A copple of boys, somewhat older than Melody, had seduced her to drink alcohol containimg beverages. Not being accustomed to do so she got drunk. Three of the boys had brought her to a bathroom, had locked the door, disrobed her and deflowered and raped her in turn. Melody had gone too far at that moment to have a clear notion what was going on but later she realized that something very terrible had been done to her, however she didn't dare to speak about the event to anybody. Anyway she decided never more to run the risk to fall into bad company by avoiding every closer relations to boys.

In spite of her plain appearance she sometimes drew the attention of men but she always fended them off, even when they were nice to her. Though that wasn't always easy; after all she was a woman who had normal feminine emotions.

The pictures and stories had disturbed Melody and she left her house to do some errands. When she came back she saw a call in her voice-mail, a number she didn't recognize. Curiously she decided to dial the number. 

A warm and sympathetic voice answered: "You are speaking to Maxime. You don't know me but I know a lot of you."

Embarrassed Melody stammered:"Errr......how is that?"

"I followed you when you left your house, through the city to the university library. I know your name, your address, how you look like."

Annoyed Melody exclaimed:"You stalked me?"

"Oh no, madam, I did no more than anyone in the streets could have done. I didn't derange you on your way."

"But why? Why did you follow me?"

"I'll explain everything to you when you accept my invitation to have dinner with me in a renowned restaurant tonight."

Before Melody could answere he had put the telephone down.

Astonished Melody sat down, not knowing what to do. His voice had mesmerized her and she forgot her intention to avoid any contact with men. Her mind told her to refuse but her heart craved to meet him.....after so many years of frustration she realized that she couldn't more control her emotions. The whole afternoon she was in doubt but finally she decided to postpone her acceptance or refusal until the time had come. Melody expected that he would come to collect her. Meanwhile she sorted out a dress suited to wear to a well-known restaurant. She chose formal deux-pieces and she hoped it would do.

At 6.30 there was a ring at the doorbell and Melody opened the door. She saw a man in livery who touched the peak of his cap.

"You are not Maxime?" se said, half-questioning. 

He smiled: "No madam, monsieur Maxime is in the car."

Looking she saw a Rolls-Royce in front of her house and the girl gasped. A very luxurious car with a driver. a renowned restaurant, this was not an ordinary date. For a moment Melody hesitated but she was drawn to this precious vehicle and she couldn't resist the urge.

The driver opened the backdoor and Melody was greeted by a smiling divinity, a man with dark eyes and black hair, about mid thirty.

"I'm glad that you have accepted my invitation," he wellcomed her in a warm voice. He spoke good English but you could hear that it was not his native language.

Melody was speechless, mesmerized she gazed at him.

"Please, come in and sit down. Before we have dinner we have to make a visit. Your suit is all right but for this occasion you need 

a somewhat more festal dress to match mine."

Melody noticed that he wore a tuxedo. They didn't drive to  a dress-shop but to a couturier. The black evening dress was monumental with bare shoulders and low-necked, completed by a string of pearls and a cameo.

The next stop was a beauty-parlour where a stylist and a beautician changed Melody into a "beautyqueen", her hair pinned up into a complicated structure.

The restaurant was of course luxurious, the dishes delicious and the matching wines excellent. Melody had the idea  being mixed up in a fairy-tale, an impression not only caused by the abundance of wine but also by the attitude of Maxime whose charm had a hypnotic effect on her. So it was not strange that she didn't hesitate when he invited her to follow him to his house when leaving the restaurant. 

His house was a big and luxuriously furnished villa, surrounded by a beautiful garden with exotic trees, groves and flowerbeds. From the road a drive led to the front of the house where you had to ascend one of the double flight of stairs leading to a platform to reach the frontdoor.

The door was opened by a pretty young girl, not older than 18 years, dressed as a French maid except the length or better shortness of her black frock. She had dark eyes and straight black hair, cut into a perfect page-boy style which enclosed her head like a helmet and was crowned by a lacy cap.

"Annette, I've brought a guest," Maxime said to her.

The girl smiled: "Bonjour, madam, I'm at your sevice."

Melody was impressed by the pomp and circumstance but the wine (she didn't more know how many glasses she had downed and she hadn't noticed that one glass had contained an euphoric drug) had made her light-hearted and light-headed. And the hypnotic influence of Maxime had caused her to be willing to do anything. Carefree she didn't object when Maxime took her to his bedroom. Nor when Annette began to undress her. When the girl was naked Maxime pointed at her pubes: "We have to do some work there."

Melody giggled when Annette positioned her crosswise on the broad canopied bed, lying on her back with her feet on the floor and her legs widely spread. Annette brought a pair of small clippers, a safety razor and  can of shaving foam. Maxime first used the clippers to reduce Melody's pubic bush to stubble and afterwards spread shaving foam across the shorn area and carefully shaved it smooth and clean. Those manipulations at her private parts made Melody very horny. In her euphoric state she didn't mind what Maxime did to her, she only wanted to be screwed. She didn't need to ask for it, Maxime made her walk on air and Melody had numerous orgasms......

At last she fell asleep, exhausted by all the events of that night.

When Annette entered the bedroom the next day with a tray on which sandwiches and a coffee-pot were displayed Melody awoke. She gazed at the girl, at first not recognizing her environment. Then she asked: "What time is it?"

"Just past noon, madam."

Melody looked around, turning her head. Suddenly she froze; something did not fit in. Normally her hair was spread out on the pillow around her head but she didn't see it! One hand flew to her head and she screamed.

"My hair! Where is my hair?! Who did this to me?"

Her head was completely bald. Annette didn't answer but brought her hands to her own hair and ......pulled off a wig. Astonished Melody gasped, gazing at the shaven head of the girl which was as smooth as glass. She looked different but not less pretty.

She smiled: "Monsieur  Maxime doesn't like hair, so we shaved your head too when you were sleeping."

Suddenly it dawned on Melody what Maxime had aimed: He had transformed her from a plain Jane into a pretty good-looking girl, he had showed her, not by words but in deeds, the pleasure of sex and taken away her fear and given her more self-confidence. He had meven made her to a (his?) loved one. But shaving her head? Could it be that it symbolized the transit to a new life? Before Melody could turn over these thoughts in her mind Annette had another surprise for her. She unzipped her black frock and let it fall down. Underneath she did only wear a garterbelt with suspenders attached to sheer black stockings. She pulled off her black shoes and mounted the bed next to Melody and kissed her full on her mouth. Melody was caught of guard and completely surprised. She never had had erotic feelings for other girls but to her astonishment  she didn't dislike it. And when Annette moved lower, kissing her neck, sucking at one of her nipples, her tongue licking the skin of her chest, then her belly, still lower, nearing her pubes, finally penetrating her vagina, Melody got more and more aroused. Annette's tongue flashed to and fro in Melody's vagina, caressing her clit. Young as she was, the girl appeared to be a skilled lover and brought Melody to ecstacy. In the next hour the girl experienced the bliss of making love to a woman.

Completely dilapidated Melody fell asleep again.

WhenMelody woke up she realized that she found herself in her own bed in her own bedroom. Surprised she turned her head towards her bedside table to have a look on her alarmclock and then noticed that her hair was spreaded out across her pillow. She grabbed a lock and pulled: it was firmly attached to her scalp. Relieved she concluded that she must have been dreaming!

A bad dream? For a part yes as she had lost her hair in it but on the other hand she had experienced how blissful sex could be. What a waste to have missed it all those years! Masturbation couldn't be compared with copulation! She made a mental note to be no longer  so fearful in the future.

Melody rose, it was 8 o'clock in the morning. She cleaned her teeth, showered, shampooed and conditioned her long locks, dried them for a great part by wringing them out and draped a towel around her hair like a turban. She put on a morning-gown. Before making breakfast she looked in her letterbox............ and stood petrified when she discovered a yellow envelope!

For a moment she thought that she was dreaming again, but no, she was sure that she was awake.

"Did I have a prophesying dream?" she burst out aloud. She looked after the sender. This time it mentioned: " Maxime's Beautisalon, specialized in adventurous and daring hairstyles."

Curiously Melody opened the envelope. It contained a prospectus mentioning the opening of a new salon, again indicating to be trendy, modern and futuristic. Clearly it was not a salon for the oldsters. A telephone number and address were mentioned, just as pictures of the interior and exterior. 

The name Maxime couldn't be a coincidence, Melody thought. She pondered whether or not she should call the salon but her curiosity got the upper hand.

A sweet voice said: "Beautysalon Maxime, can I help you?"

"Melody Swanson calling, good morning."

'Good morning, madam. Do you want to make an appointment?"

"Well.....yes, but I have read that  you prefer modern and futurist styles."

The girl laughed: "You really don't need to be anxious. Our stylists do whatever the client wants. When you want a rather simple shampoo and styling I could book you for 4 o'clock this afternoon but if you need a more extensive beauty treatment we have to make an appointment for the day after tomorrow."

"No, today at four is okay."

The salon was situated in a shopping-centre. It had two big windows with the entrance in between. From the outside you had a view into the reception and waiting area but the salon itself was seperated from this by heavy draperies.

Melody opened the door and entered. In front of the left wall stood an ebony counter, on the opposite comfortable easy-chairs with chrome frames and black leather seats, backs and armrests, low round tables with chrome legs and glass table-tops.

The shorthaired receptionist smiled when Melody introduced herself.

"You are rather early miss Swanson. Do you mind to wait for about ten minutes?  Please, take a seat. May I offer you a glass of champaigne?"

"That's very nice," Melody answered.

When the girl turned round behind her desk Melody noticed that her hair ended abruptly at the back of her head in a bow from ear to ear acrosss her occipital bone. Below the bow her nape was shaved completely bald.

Nervously Melody downed her glass; she didn't wait for the bubbles to vanish! As soon as she had emptied her glass the receptionist provided her wih another one. Melody now took some more time as she noticed that already she got a little light-headed. It made her feel careless and less nervous.

While she just was emptying her second glass a girl emerged from behind the drapes which seperated the waiting area from the salon. Aghast Melody gazed at her: it was Annette, exactly as she had met her in her dream! But not dressed as a French maid, she wore a cream coloured gown, stockings in the colour of skin and white flat shoes. Her pageboy hairdo seemed to be a little shorter and left her earlobes free.

"Bonjour madam, will you please follow me?"

She held the drape out of the way to let Melody enter the salon. Inside too a lot of glass, chrome and black leather, white walls and a floor of marble tiles, alternately white and black, arranged like a chess-board. On both sides were cubicles, seperated from each other by curtains. On the backside were found washbasins and in front of them inclined chairs. The whole looked very modern and trendy and gave a clinical impression.

With the dream still fresh in Melody's memory she was ushered by the same girl, who she had seen naked and bald, to a washbasin.

"I'll shampoo your locks first," she told Melody.

Melody leant backward and Annette soaked her tresses with lukewarm water, then applied the shampoo and massaged her scalp. Relaxed Melody relished the way the other girl pampered the skin of her head. She rinsed, then conditioned her hair, then rinsed again and squeezed out most of the water with her hands. She sat up Melody and draped a towel around her head like a turban. Annette ushered Melody to a cubicle and started combing the still damp hair.

"Isn't monsieur Maxime here?" Melody asked.

"Oh yes, madam, I'm an apprentice and only allowed to wash your hair. When I have finished combing it out I'll call him."

Melody wasn't surprised that she recognized monsieur Maxime as the same person she had met in her dream, though in another role.

"Ah madam, glad to meet you. Wellcome in our salon. I hope you will value the treatment we'll give you."

He began brushing Melody's hair, saying: "Do you mind if I call you Melody? It's a beautiful name, you could be a sweet melody or also a spectacular one, causing a stir. Which one suits you?"

"Well, I'm a rather quiet person."

"Oh Melody! That's such a waste! You are a young and attractive girl. You could many young men put all in a flame for you. But I have to admit that you are looking rather plain. We could help you to change that. This is a beautysalon with the emphasis on beauty. When you submit yourself to our full treatment, dress, hair and make-up, we'll transform you into a self-confident young lady. Please, trust me and make my day by giving me your consent to do that."

Enthralled Melody had listened to the words Maxime had spoken. The man really had a magic radiation which could cast a spell on someone. Melody tried to resist but she didn't succeed. Nevertheless she didn't fully lose her view on the reality.

Anxiously she said: "I don't want to get a short haircut."

"Don't worry my dear. Your hair is rather fine and I could give it more volume by layering it. That means that I have to cut a few tresses shorter but the overall length will be maintained. Another item is the colour. I would like to bleach your hair somewhat to make you a golden girl. How does thet sound?"

"That will be allright to me."

"However, this would be sweet but not spectacular, not striking enough for your transformation."

"What do you want me to do then."

"My proposal is to undercut your hair."

"What does that mean?" Melody asked anxiously. "You promised to keep my hair long."

"Honey, do you trust me? I promised that the overall length will be retained."

"Well, if so you may do as you like."

"That's fine. Annette, let's get started with the colour."

His charism took Melody by surprise and her resistance subdued further.

After the colouring being done Melody looked admiring her image in the mirror but Maxime didn't waste time and started sectioning her tresses and cutting layers. Though Melody anxiously looked at he amount of long locks falling down she had to admit that the result was beyond her expectations.

"But now the 'piece de resistance', the undercut," Maxime announced.

"Is that really necessary?" Melody objected.

"My dear, don't try to tell me that you are not audicious enough. Looking like this you are the sweet melody and I want you to be the spectacular, dazzling one."

Melody opened her mouth but before she could utter a word monsieur Maxime resumed: "No, no, I don't expect you to raise objections; you gave me permission and I promised you that you would keep long hair."

Meekly Melody agreed. 

Monsieur Maxime drew a horizontal part from her left to right temple across her occipital bone, about two inches above her ears. He pinned up the hair above the parting and combed down the tresses underneath. He turned the chair 180*, making Melody sitting with her back to the mirror. The girl asked trembling: "What are you going to do?"

"Don't be afraid, honey, I'll undercut your hair now, on top your tresses will stay as long as they are. I'll use clippers, don't startle when I switch them on," he said in a soothing voice.

Melody wasn't at ease at all but she tried to keep herself composed. Monsieur Maxime held the bare clippers inverted at the underside of the parting, flicked on the switch  and moved them down. Starting at her left temple he mowed off swathe after swathe the long tresses around the sides and back of her head.  When all the long strands were cut off monsieur Maxime turned the clippers into the normal position and began to shave the still existing stubble. Not yet satisfied he lathered the shorn parts of Melody's nape and scalp and shaved them smooth.

Melody had not been able to see what Maxime was doing but of course she had felt the movements of the clippers and had noticed that some long strands of her blonde hair slided down the cape to her lap or the floor. All the time she sat very nervous in the chair in spite of Maxime's assurance that the remainder of her hair would stay long. But to her surprise she experienced another emotion, strangely enough one of excitement feeling the clippers gliding across bare skin and still more intense when the knife scraped away the last remnants of her once long tresses. She felt the urge to masturbate but didn't dare to do it. She would be very ashamed if she had got an orgasm sitting in the chair!

Monsieur Maxime cleaned the shaven lower side of Melody's head with a towel and rubbed a lotion into the skin. Then he unpinned the the hair on top and drew a centre part. On both sides long tresses fell down, framing her face and covering the shaven sides and nape. 

Monsieur Maxime turned the chair and Melody could see in the mirror that in fact her image had not changed.

"Voila!" Maxime said, "The sweet melody but now the spectacular one."

With these words he gathered Melody's shock of hair into a ponytail and held it behind her head, now making the shaven parts on the sides and back clearly visible.

"You see, ma cherie, how we can change your appearance with one knack."

Melody hardly heard his words; she was lost in the image of her new look in the mirror. She couldn't believe her eyes and was still embarrassed by the emotions she had gone through. She didn't quite understand but apparently there should be a link between haircutting or shaving(?) and erotic feelings.

"Well, what do you say?" she heard  Maxime's voice, "do you like it?"

"I...I.....yes..I think I do...but it is...well, I have to get accustomed to it," Melody stammered. 

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Put your trust in me and everything will turn out all right. Annette, braid this ponytail."

After Annette had executed this order Maxime coiled the plait on top of Melody's head around her crown. As less hair was available the plait was less voluminous and in a way it gave the impression as if Melody was wearing a crown on a bald head.

"You are looking like a princess, ma cherie!" Maxime exclaimed enthousiastically, "But we still have to carry through some changes in your attire and make-up of course. Your spectacles are awkward, did you ever consider contact-glasses?"

"Not really but I must confess that I don't need spectacles in daily life, only when I must have a sharp view, driving a car for instance. I'm only a little myopic."

In fact Melody used them to make herself less attractive. Maxime breathed a sigh of relief. He ordered the beautician to the salon and told her to take care of a matching make-up and shape the eyebrows to small bows. While she was executing her task Maxime turhed to Melody saying:"When you are ready I want to show the new daring Melody, my princess, to  the world. I'll take you with us to a restaurant. Don't be afraid, about everyone who works or is a client there knows me. Do you have a dress that matches your new appearance?"

"I'm afraid not. I always kept a low profile in my clothes."

"Well, that has gone to an end now with your new daring hairstyle."

Annette interrupted: "Monsieur Maxime, I'll take her to the dressshop nextdoor; we'll sort out something suitable."

Following Annette's advice Melody chose a low-cut black silk dress which was shorter than she was used to wear. Together with sheer black nylons and black high-heeled court shoes she looked gorgeous.

The restaurant wasn't luxurious but the food was good and copious and the wine abundant. Nearly everyone present, owner, personal, as well as guests, admired Maxime's creation and Melody felt carefree and walked on air. She could no longer understand why she had made such fuss about keeping her hair long. Monsieur Maxime told her that she could  skip "monsieur" and call him by his name. But contrary to what had happened in her dream he didn't invite her to accompany him to his home afterwards.

"Annette, call a cab and accompany our guest to her home. I think she will appreciate that as she cannot drive herself after this copious dinner."

Melody was disappointed but she understood that the reality should not necessary follow the same scenario as in her dream. She thanked Maxime for the very animated evening and the excellent meal.

Grinning she said:" Indeed I think I drank to much wine."  

"Well, have a good night and pleasant dreams. Don't forget to make an appointment for a follow-up within three weeks."   

Annette ushered the somewhat tottering girl up the stairs to her apartment. Melody looked at Annette: "How about a nightcap?"

"That would be nice." Annette answered.

"What do you like?"

"You."

"What do you mean?" Melody asked, not understanding.

"This," Annette said, grabbed Melody's head with both hands, pressed her lips on Melody's and poked her tongue into the girls' mouth.

Everything was spinning round Melody when she realized that her dream became reality......Not exactly in the same way but nevertheless!

When Melody awoke the next morning Annette was still sleeping, her lips parted somewhat. Melody looked at the face of the bald girl. During their lovemaking her wig had been dislocated (she had a shaven head indeed) just as Melody's plait which was lying on the pillow next to her head. She thought about the change she had undergone in a few days. Not only her appearance, the adventurous hair style, the appropriate make-up and sexy dress but also her behaviour which had got more self-confident. Why had she feared to have sex with others so much and why had she never considered that a sex partner could be a woman?

She thought of last night in the restaurant: her sexy short black dress with spaghetti-strings and nude shoulders. Of course she had caught a lot of attention but the public had been cultivated and people had onle discretely glanced at the shaven sides and back of her head. Of course the wine had exerted an influence to stimulate her euphoria. 

Annette opened her eyes, smiled and asked Melody if she had slept well.

"Yes but rather short."

"Are you hurried?"

"No but how about you? At what time are you expected to be in the salon?"

"Oh, not before one o'clock. This morning Desiree will be there. She is the other apprentice."

"Ah yes, Desiree."

Surprised Annette queried: "How do you now her? She had her day-off yesterday."

"I don't, maybe I heard someone mentioning her name. May I ask you something?"

"Sure. What do you want to know?"

"You needn't answer but I'm just curious why your head is shaven."

With a sad smile Annette answered: "Alopecia. When I was fifteen my hair began to fall out and in a few months  there was so little left that I had to shave off the remnants."

"Oh, that's terrible, I'm sorry. Does that mean that you will be bald forever?"

"I don't know. In fact sometimes a few hair grows here and there but so sparsely that it looks ugly and I shave it off. But you needn't pity me, I've got used being bald and have to wear wigs. I have a lot of them in different lengths and colours, straight and curled. Maybe you have seen them on the wigstands in the salon."

After a short break Annette resumed: "I had a good friend and she has been an enormous support to me. She even shaved her head too, so I wasn't the only baldy in our class. I knew she was lesbian and.........well, we became lovers. I already had realized that I liked girls more than boys though I have had boyfriends as well."

"You still are lovers?"

"No, we went different ways. But it has changed my life."

"I wish I could help you in one or other way."

"Oh, you needn't do something. I told you I'm okay. What would you do? Shave your head too? I don't think mosieur Maxime would allow you to do that."

"Allow me? After all it is my hair."

"You think so? No, since yesterday you are one of his women."

"What!? Certainly not!"

"I mean models. You accepted his proposal to show your new hairdo in public yesterday night. He will persuade you to do that again and you will not be able to resist him. You will do what he wants."

"I don't think so."

"Come on Melody. Yesterday he shaved more than half of your head against your will and you didn't object."

Melody had to admit that; she sighed: "I suppose you are right, his charm is irresistible. What do you think he will do next time?"

"I don't know. But I do know that he likes to change the hairstyles of his models frequently."

After pausing for a moment Annette said: "I'm sorry but I have to confess that I didn't tell you the full truth about my hair. Yes, I have alopecia but monsieur Maxime doesn't allow me to try growing it back. I have to shave every week."

"Why does he do that?"

Annette shrugged: "Now and then he wants me to work in the salon without a wig, I don't know for what reason."

"So your hair would grow back if you didn't shave?"

"I don't know, maybe. But enough about me, tell me how you think about your new appearance?"

"I have changed totally, not only my exterior but also my innerself. I'm much more self-confident. I must say that yesterday I was very anxious when monsieur Maxime cut off so much of my hair and shaved the back and sides completely bald but after modelling in the restaurant I have started to like it. And you have teached me that sex can be totally different from my bad experience when I was fourteen. I told you what happened then. I swore to myself that nevermore a man would be allowed to touch me but I had never considered having sex with a girl. Thank you so much for that."

"You are wellcome."

Melody grabbed Annette's head with both hands and kissed her passionately: "I want you," she whispered.

"You are a naughty girl," Annette teased her.

"I know."

They were still naked, the vibrator was taken out and their passion was rising quickly...........

When Annette entered the salon shortly after one o'clock she told monsieur Maxime: "I think she is ripe for the next move."

" Do you men a new haircut or a trio?"

"Both."

Melody didn't wait three weeks to make a new appointment. She was craving to meet Maxime again . Every time when she thought  about what had happened in her dream in the night after the dinner she got aroused. Why hadn't he done that in reality? She had to know that! Melody knew that it had been a night full of sex but she couldn't more remember exactly what had taken place.

She was expected to come to the salon at half past five on Friday. The shaven parts of her head had become stubblyand she didn't like that.

Maxime was already waiting when Melody entered the salon: "Bonjour my princess, I'm pleased to see you again so soon: I hope you have no complaints?"

"No, not at all but the hair on the shaven parts is growing out and now it feels like sandpaper when I strike my scalp."

"You want it smooth again? " Maxime thought for a few moments and resumed: "Listen, I'll do it but I want to change the style somewhat, I'll give you bangs."

"Okay, I've never had bangs," Melody remarked.

"They will suit you, but first Desiree will give your hair a shampoo."

He called Desiree and introduced her to Melody.

Desiree had the same pageboy hairdo as Annette (or a wig too?) but har hair was blonde and her eyes blue. Otherwise she had about the same figure. Desiree took her time and gave Melody a relaxing massage of her scalp. Her locks were still damp when she returned to the salon chair.

Maxime turned the chair again with the backside to the mirror, sectioned a triangle shaped frontal part of Melody's hair and combed it forwards where it was hanging like a dense curtain in front of her eyes and blocking her view. That didn't last a long time however when Maxime placed his scissors just above her eyebrows. Owing to the undercut her hair was hanging from the right corner of her eyes to the left one. Long strands glided into her lap when he cut in a straight line through her hair.

Now it was no longer possible to cover all shaven parts of her scalp as the top of the triangle  was situated just in front of Melody's crown. Maxime pinned up all of her locks behind the bangs and  let Dorothee cover the outgrow with shaving foam, then took his straight razor and shaved the sides, back and nape smooth again. He repeated the procedure, cleaned her scalp with a towel and rubbed a lotion into her skin. Then unpinned  the hair on top and combed it out. Maxime gathered it into a ponytail and let it down, hanging on Melody's back. He turned the chair to the mirror.

"Wow," Melody reacted when she saw her new image, "Better than I had expected."

"This is enough for today," Maxime announced. "About a fortnight on we'll have a show here im the salon. I would appreciate if you would come too."

"That's very kind of you. Do I have to do something in particular?"

"You'll be one of my models, I'll create a new hairstyle for you. I'll tell you later about it, please come that Saturday in the morning, in order that we have enough time for the preparation of everything."

"Well, I'm curious," Melody said. "How will you change me?"

  Maxime smiled: "When it is time you will experience that. Now I can only tell you that before the show starts your hair will be dyed."

He wouldn't explain more but he said: "Today I would like it if you would have dinner with me now. Annette is cooking and frying in the kitchen  preparing a copious meal."

Of course Melody accepted and after the beautician had touched up her make-up and she had changed her clothes for the sexy black dress Maxime escorted her to his apartment above the salon.

Annette had paid honour to the French cuisine and turned out to be a skilful cook. While she remained in the kitchen, preparing the dishes for the successive courses, Desiree served at the table, bringing in the dishes and taking care that the wineglasses were keeping filled with the matching wines Maxime had sorted out. Melody didn't notice that some of the dishes contained an aphrodisiac and together with the wine caused her to get frivolous and carefree and her frame of mind rose to skyhigh proportions. At last her dream would become reality!      

Melody was somewhat surprised when Maxime took not only her but also Annette and Desiree with him to his immense bedroom. Against one wall an enormous broad-four poster bed was situated which offered enough room for all four. Actually Melody wasn't unhappy with the presence of the two girls as she was a little anxious to be with a man alone at her first sexual adventure with that man. Anyway, that night Melody learned that sex with a man could be fabulous and very satisfying and totally contrary to her former experience when she was fourteen. 

I won't describe all the events of that night, only a few highlights.

Maxime looking on while two girls in turn tied the third one with long ropes spread-eagle to the posts of the bed, playing with a vibrator,exploring her private parts with tongues and fingers, kissing and licking her everywhere.

Three girls kneeling on the edge of the huge bed, their heads down on the bedspreads and their buttocks up. Maxime standing behind them and screwing the one after another in turn. After three rounds he squirted his load across the backs of the girls and they rubbed the sperma into each others skin.      

After this they were exhausted and one after another fell asleep.........       

When Melody awoke in the morning only Annette was lying next to her. She was awake and smiled: ''How are you feeling?"

"Run-down," Melody answered, "Tell me Annette, how did you come to work in this salon?"

"Well, when I had left school my father didn't earn enough to let me go to college, so I had to find a job. But that wasn't easy with a bald head. My dad worked for a contractor who renovated this salon. He met monsieur Maxime and one day  dad told him about me. Monsieur Maxime said that he could use me as an apprentice and pay for my education at a beautyschool under the condition that he would be free to determine how my appearance would be. My father agreed and I didn't care, I was pleased to have a job. So you understand that I have no choice when he wants to keep my head shaven."

"And Desiree?"

"That's another story. I have known her since I got to school. Her father demanded that she should study at a university but she refused. Then he said that she could choose: go to university or she wouldn't more get a penny from him. Desperately she came to me being her best friend and I spoke to monsieur Maxime. To run a long story short he would help her under the same conditions."

"Is she the one that shaved her head when you lost your hair? You said that you were no longer lovers and she had gone her own way."

"Well, I didn't want to mention her then but after what happened last night there is no more reason to keep it secret. Yes, we are both bisexual and we are still lovers and we have together one room in monsieur Maxime's apartment."

"And how about the sex with him?"

"No, this was not a condition. It happened spontaneously one night while we were together. You see, he has no wife and of course he has his sexual urges. We do it while we want to please him but don't think we like it being screwed by a man."

"I understand. Thank you Annette for the explanation."

"He likes you Melody."  

Melody didn't answer. Why had he taken the other two girls to his bedroom last night too when he liked her? Maybe he had been diffident to be alone with her for the first night just as she had been?

"I have to go to the salon," Annette announced while she rose.

Surprised Melody remarked: "It is Saturday morning."

"I know but I have an appointment at eleven for my weekly shaving."

When Annette had showered and left Melody climbed out of the bed, showered, dressed and left the apartment, not via the salon but took the stairs to the separate exit.

Though Melody craved to meet Maxime again she didn't want to impose herself to him. He had told her to be at ten o'clock in the salon on the day of the show and she took care to be in time.

"Bon matin, ma princesse," Maxime greeted her with a kiss, "one of the girls will first shampoo and dye your hair lest we loose time during the show. Take a seat, Claire will offer you a cup of coffee."

Melody sat down in the waiting area; the curtains to the salon were slided open and she saw Annette and Desiree busy near the washbasins. On one side the salon chairs had been removed and the curtains of the cubicles pushed to the wall. Men were busy to put down three rows of straight chairs in the vacated area.   

While Melody was waiting another two models entered. They greeted Melody, looking at the back and sides of her head with the now grown out stubbly hair.

"Do you know what will be in store for us?" the one with shoulder length hair asked Melody.

"No but owing to the preference of Maxime for trendy and daring hairstyles I suppose you will be transformed rather drastically," Melody answered.

"Oh," the girl said, not exactly looking pleased.

Shortly afterwards Annette came to collect Melody for  shampoo and colour. After the dye had been rinsed out Melody saw that she had black hair.

"You are not yet done," Annette announced, ushering her to the adjacent beauty parlour."Your pubes don't match."

Surprised Melody asked: "What does that matter? No one will see them."

Annette shrugged: "Monsieur Maxime has given me the order. Please, pull down your panties and raise your dress and lie down on the massage table."

Before applying the dye Annette took a pair of small clippers and reduced the pubic hair to a neat triangel with the top pointing to Melody's vulva.     

At 12 o'clock a cold buffet was served in the dining-room of monsieur Maxime for the 18 models. In the mean time a platform was constructed against the wall in the salon in front of the three rows of straight chairs. The six existing salon chairs were placed on it for the invited spectators to have a good view on the haircutting and -styling.

After 1 o'clock the audience began to arrive and girls with trays containing glasses filled with different wines or other drinks circled between them while others offered snacks.

The show started at 2 o'clockwith words of welcome by Maxime. He and five other stylists would this afternoon demonstrate three hairstyles each. But first six beauticians would take care of the make-up of the models in a way matching to the hairstyles.

Melody was more curious than worried about the coming events. As her former clean shaven parts of her head now had an outgrow of about 1/4 inch she expected  a design cut out in the short hair but she had no idea how it would look like. She didn't bother whether this would be the only change, in fact she considered her long locks on top of her head as a sort of nuisance, she would not mind if Maxime decided to cut them shorter. However, she got somewhat nervous when Annette approached her with a long black dress and a pair of kneelength black boots.

"Melody, go and take off all your clothes, your bra and panties too, and put these on only."

Melody didn't ask why and sought a spare room to change. The dress covered virtually all of her body, arms and legs but had a slit in the front from her belly-button downwards. When walking she could keep the slit closed with one hand but when sitting down the silky material of the dress caused the two sides fall down along her legs, exposing har naked thighs and worse, her underbelly and the triangle of pubic hair. By crossing her legs she could at least hide her vulva. Embarrassed and ashamed she realized that she had to sit on the platform in full view of the spectators. But she had no choice, Maxime had already started with his first model and Melody's turn would come in the next group of six models.

As could be expected  the models got extravagant styles, side- and undercuts or -shaves of various extents and contrasting with sometimes (very) long hair on the other side. Others got different lengths of blunt cut layers. And really mad colour combinations.

Trembling Melody entered with five other girls the platform and let herself down on the salon chair, trying to keep both sides of her dress together as much as possible but to no avail. From the waist on half naked she was turned over to the gazes of the audience. Melody lowered her eyes, she could have died of shame and she could not believe that this was really happening. But it did!  

 First a beautician dusted her face with a lot of white powder. She used black eyeshadow and eyeliner to make up her eyes in an Egyptian way, tapering on the lateral sides of her eyes. At last she chose a dark purple lipstick to emphasize the contrast with her white face.   

 Melody hardly noticed that Maxime took her ponytail and unceremoniously cut it off. Maxime talked to her but it didn't get through to her mind. He grabbed a pair of clippers and shaved off her bangs, balding two inches of the front, and her eyebrows too. He reduced the hair on top to about 5/8 inch and narrowed a section of hair to two inches width from the bald forehead to her crown, constructing a low mohawk which stood erect on the top of Melody's head. The greater part of her head was now covered with hair, 1/4 inch long(short). In this short hair Maxime cut out lines, circles, triangles, spirals and so on but also on the back of her head in capitals the words

                                                            GOTHIC 

                                                          GODDESS

After the beautician had given Melody's forehead the same white colour as her face and had pencilled eyebrows Maxime declared his creation  completed and photographers got the opportunity to take snapshots from all sides. 

About six o'clock the show was finished, the audience and the models went home and Maxime took his three girls with him to his dining-room where they found enough remainders of the cold buffet. Annette and Desiree took what they wanted and went to their room. 

Melody couldn't even touch it, she was mad about what Maxime had done to her. 

"Cherie, you are not happy," Maxime remarked.

"No, what do you think? How could you do that to me?!" Melody blurted out, "You humiliated me, sitting like a half naked whore exposed in front of everyone."

"Oh no, darling! You are an object of art! I created it on you as my model! What do you think of those painters who had pose naked women? They created art, no porno. I needed you like this for the show as I told you but didn't seem to hear."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, honey, I should have done that. It is unforgivable."

Melody felt her anger ebb away. She simply couldn't keep being mad with him.

"So you are an artist," she said, half mockingly.

"I hope so, I'm aiming to, in my profession that is."

"I'm sorry Maxime, I don't doubt. But the show is over and I hate the way I'm looking now, the brush and the capitals on my head. Me as a gothic goddess. I want my normal appearance back. Would you do that for me?"

"Everything, cherie, but you must understand that I cannot change you as you were before. If you want the brush and letters away from your head I  have to shave them off."

"I don't care, I hardly have any hair left. Shave it all off."

"Well, we can't go to the salon as they are busy to restore the original interior, so let's go to my bathroom."

Maxime had Melody sit on a stool, took a pair of clippers and in short time he had removed the brush and all the short hair from her head. Melody rose but Maxime stopped her: "You have got so far, now you may go all the way as well."

He took a can of shaving foam and spread it across her scalp. After shaving he did it again to be sure that she was completely bald.

"The pubic triangle is the only hair on your body, I think we should remove that too."

Melody didn't object and took off her black dress.

"You are right, Maxime, nothing should remember me being a gothic goddess."

Carefully Maxime shaved her pubes and perineal area and let her take a shower and remove all make-up. He gave her a towel and Melody went to a mirror. Maxime followed her.

"Gee,"  Melody remarked when she saw her new image for the first time, "I look like an alien without eyebrows."

"You are gorgeous, like Persis Khambatta in Star Trek."

"Bold and beautiful?"

"My gorgeous bold baldy."

"Amen."

Maxime kissed her smooth chrome dome and Melody asked: "Do you like women with shaved heads?"

"That depends. In the first place they should be young and secondly it should suit them."

"It suits me?"

"I told you."

"So I have to keep my head shaved?"

"I won't force you but I would appreciate if you do at least to your graduation."

Jokingly Melody said: "Perhaps I might become another bald apprentice of yours."

Maxime took the question seriously: "I have no place for three ; besides, how can you combine this with your studies and lectures?"

"There are no lectures at night," Melody laughed.

"Ah, you want me to be your nightly teacher! In that case it would be advisable to move in with me. Or do you have objections?" he asked when he saw that Melody frowned.

"Yes I have."

"Well, name them."

"Annette and Desiree."

"They have their own room. They wouldn't disturb us."

"No but you are used to sleep with them."

Maxime laughed: "Cherie, when you are single and all day surrounded by pretty girls it is very tempting. They did it to help me as I had helped them. They love each other and they will only be glad that I have found a partner. But please, don't ask me to send them away, they are really nice girls."

"I know, I like them too. If you promise............"

"Of course I do. When you come to live with me you will be the only one. Come on, let's make a start."

Maxime took Melody's hand and ushered the naked girl to his bed...........

Epilogue.

Several journals and magazines published the pictures of the  GOTHIC GODDESS and they caused a sensational reaction, based not only on the radical haircut but still more by the semi-nude model. It made the name Maxime famous but also Melody Swanson when the journalists had discovered her identity. She became well known as the bald model and she got many invitations, not for hair- but for fashion shows, comparing her with Eve Savail.

What had started as a dream, so ends like a dream coming true.

The end.

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