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She was lying on a table, sort of operating table, she thought. She was naked and they were shaving her legs. Next her legs were placed in the stirrups and they started to shear her pubic and peri-anal hair with a razor. Afterwards they moved to her arms and shaved them as well as her underarms.

Her head was lying at the upper edge of the table and her locks fell down reaching the floor. One of the men grabbed her hair and the other one switched on a pair of clippers. Starting at the hairline he moved them backwards to her crown leaving only short stubble in their wake. Stroke after stroke the frontal and upper sides of her skull were bared. The first man lifted her head and the rest of her tresses were also removed. Next he applied shaving gel and spread it across her scalp. The other one shaved her head smooth and clean. At last they shaved off her eyebrows and cut her eyelashes short.

She suspected that they would lift her and lay her in her bed and cover her with a sheet as they always used to do. But this time they grasped her arms and put them at armsupports, fixing her wrists with straps.

Horrified she saw that the men were naked. One stood between her legs, which were still lying in the stirrups, on the verge of penetrating her vulva with his erection, while the other straddled her, sitting on her chest, his hard-on in front of her mouth.

She screamed and woke up, being wet with sweat.

Again the same dream but with a different end.

During a fortnight Selena had had about ten times the same dream. What was the meaning of it? And why had the ending been different this time?

She couldn't more sleep, went to the kitchen and explored the fridge. She found a carton of milk, opened it, filled a glass and swallowed it. The cold liquor made her shiver. Suddenly she realized that she had to pee, went to the bathroom and then back to her bedroom.

Selena was sitting in front of the mirror and looked at her face, brushing her entangled hair. She considered her dream and racked her brains about the meaning; a complete head and body shaving, an ultimate humiliation. But never before it had ended with a rape. She couldn't remember having seen the faces of the two men but very clearly their monstrous genitals.

Next morning Selena's mother told her: "Don't forget to go to the beautysalon after school. I've made an appointment for you at four."

"No mom, I won't," Selena said obediently. However, when her best friend Sharon asked her to come with her after school to do some shopping, she agreed. Sharon needed some make-up articles and Selena envied her. She too was urgently in need of them but her parents were very scanty providing her with pocket money. Selena didn't understand this as they were wealthey enough. But they were thrifty and believed that this would be the right way to teach their daughter thrift too. However Selena was fifteen and had to compete with the other girls in her class to look as good as possible to please the boys. As she had a chronic lack of funds she had developed the habit to take away all sorts of small objects in department stores, in particular make-up articles. It had been so easy! That had made her reckless and she had been caught after having taken a small bottleof perfume. As it had been her first offence she had got a warning. But she didn't stop. A second time the police had been called. She had several items in her pockets. They had taken her to the station and locked up for some hours. In the evening her parents had come to collect her. They had given her a rap over the knuckles and she was grounded for two weeks.

Suddenly Selena remembered her appointment. Too late! Hastily she hurried to the salon where she arrived at half past four and she was told to make a new appointment for one of the next days.

Her mother was waiting when Selena came home: "Where have you been? The salon called me that you hadn't shown up at four."

"Sharon asked me to come with her to do some shopping. I agreed as I had still enough time but as I had no watch I suddenly realized that it was past four."

"No watch? Where is it?"

Selena shrugged: "I didn't more find it after gym. Probably it has been stolen."

"Better find out. You don't get another one."

"But mom!.....I need one."

"You should have taken more care. It's your own fault."

'When mom doesn't give me a new watch I'll get one myself,' Selena thought.

The next day she went after schooltime to the department store and when she was sure that nobody was looking at her she took a watch from the display case with cheaper ones and put in her pocket. When she was on her way to the exit an alarm went off..........

The security officer came up to her and took her with him to his office.

"So it's you again! That's the third time, young lady. You won't come off well this time, you've been warned before."

He called the police. Selena was handcuffed like a criminal ans evacuated to the police station. Her statement was recorded and she had to sign it. Again she was locked up in a detention cell. Later that night her parents came to collect her. They got the message that their daughter should have to appear in juvenile court.

At home her father shouted at her. She was grounded for the rest of the month and the next. After school she had to come home immediately. Her mother would give her enough chores to fill uo her spare time.

But the worst had still to come......

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The bus halted in front of the gate in the high rising wall which top had been provided with barb wire. A guard opened the heavy iron barrier which creaked in its hinges.

Above the gate the name of the institution was visible in big characters: "Educational Reformatory for Girls."

As the bus progressed towards the entrance of the massive, gloomy and unhospitable building it came visible in full size. Selena noticed that all windows were barred.

"My god, this is not a school, it's a jail," she said to herself, "In what a mess I've got myself into? And that only for stealing a cheap watch, hardly worth ten bucks."

Selena had expected that she would be sentenced to pay a fine and at worst be given a suspended sentence but the judge had deemed to put an example and to her utter dismay had condemned her to six months detention in a reformatory. Also her parents had been shocked by this harsh verdict.

This morning they had brought her to the meeting point from where the bus had departed.

Seven girls were situated on the bus, aged between 14 and 18 years. Two black girls, two Latinos, one with Asian features and two Caucasians. The one of them was Selena and the other a redhead with uncontrolled hair growth, carroty long frizzy strands, sticking out to all sides. She was continuously boasting, interrupted only by one of the black girls. The others kept silent, not knowing what to expect and considerably nervous.

The building was situated miles away from civilization, at the edge of wood. The girls were escorted out of the bus and into a hallway by three sturdy women in uniforms.

On a counter they had to put all of their personal properties: watches, neck- and anklelaces, rings, knick-knacks, everything was taken in custody. The girls were registered and their fingerprints taken.

"You cannot get that piercing out? Well, we'll take care of that later."

Each girl got a plate with a number on it draped around her neck and was photographed.

Then they were sent to another room. At one side were a number of showerheads, at the opposite one a series of washbasins. In the centre stood a straight chair.

"Well, girls, take off your clothes, all of them, your shoes too and put everything in the bag with your number on it. It is the same number as on the plate. From now on you have'nt any more a name. You'll be called by your number, you are a number. Got that?"

The girls nodded and stripped. Selena had noticed that she had got number 314.

After stripping and putting away their clothes and shoes in the bags they were standing in a row in front of those, the redhead in the lead.

"You 109, sit down overhere." The woman pointed at the chair in the centre.

"What for?" she asked, suspiciously and defiantly.

"Shut up! Do as I told you." The woman grabbed the girl by one arm and dragged her to the chair. "Sit down, bitch!" She was in full command of the situation.

One of the other women put the plug of an extension cord, which was connected to a pair of Oster clippers, into a socket at the wall and flicked on the switch. She pushed the girls' head heavy-handed to her chest, snatched with her left hand the frizzy strands at the back of her head and by flailing movements with the machine severed them close to her scalp from her head.

Horrified the other girls looked on how all of her red hair was shaved off. The woman worked very fast and the sharp teeth of the device made short work of her locks. Within a few minutes only short stubble was left on her head.

"Off to the shower you go! Next!"

One of the black girls with short curly hair was shoved on the chair and sheared.

Filled with dismay Selena realized that it was her turn. Trembling she sat down. The woman grabbed a fistful of her dark blonde waistlength tresses: "Well girl, you are going to miss a lot."

While tears trickled down her cheeks Selena was shorn like a sheep.

Within half an hour all seven girls had been done. The last one was showering.

"Hey 314, you are going to clean up the mess," the barberette laughed, giving Selena a broom and a bin, "Your contribution has been the biggest."

Naked and still weeping she swept up her lovely hair together with that of the others, building a huge pile which she then shoved into the bin.

Meanwhile all girls had showered and dried themselves. This didn't take much time as no one had wet hair!

Now each got a bundle of clothes and a pair of sandals. The woman who distributed them estimated roughly the size of the girl concerned and asked her shoe size.
After this they were sent one after another through a door at the other side of the room. A plate on the door announced it to be a consulting room.

When it became Selena's turn to enter the room she saw a physician sitting at a desk covered with papers and a nurse standing next to him. Selena tried to cover her nudity by holding the bundle of clothes in front of her pubes but to no avail as the nurse, a young woman, told her to lay them down on a chair and to climb on a table in the centre of the room.

"Please, lie down on that table and put your legs in the stirrups."

Reluctantly Selena did as she was told. While the doctor, a man about 60 years old, posed her a number questions about her physial condition and casual former illnesses the nurse took a disposable razor and unceremoniously shaved off her pubic hair, exposing her private parts completely. Then she took one arm of Selena and installed a needle in a vein to collect blood. Next she brought a catheter in her bladder and let the urine flow into a flacon.

Selena, still shocked and with her eyes red for crying, could hardly speak.

"Okay," the doctor said, "you have been shaved for hygienical reasons, you say you are healthy, now I'm going to examine you."

He listened with a stethoscope, percussed her thorax and proofed her reflexes with a rubber hammer.

"Don't get startled, I have to touch your belly."

Next he put on a plastic handshoe and first entered with two fingers her vagina and the her anus with one.

Selena was extremely humilitated: naked, a bald head and pubes, her private parts violated as no ane had ever done and reduced to a number. She was shocked, battered and numb; it had been more than she could bear.

"You may dress," the nurse said, "Do it in that corner."

Another girl was entering when Selena picked out the different parts of the file of clothes. She found three white cotton underpants, three white cotton T-shirts, three pairs of white woollen socks, two grey shapeless skirts and two coarse sweaters. In front of the shirts and sweaters her number was printed in big characters and on the backside the letters REFORMATORY HARWOOD.

Selena dressed and went back to the shower room. She was utterly dismayed and regretted more than anything else she could think of the reason which had brought her in this predicament. She swore to herself that she never again would steal something when she would be out of here. Not the watch but with the other products she had taken away she had wanted to make a favourable impression on Alex. Every girl wanted to do that, he was everbody's favourite and she had known that she had no chances. So it had all been in vain. What a fool she had made of herself! And now she had been devastated and totally humiliated. Could she ever return to normal life?

The girls had been reassembled after their visit to the doctor. Now they were escorted to the governor, seated behind a writing desk in a big room of which the walls were covered by bookshelfs. She turned out to be a tall woman, about midlife,with resolute features. Not a woman to to poke fun at. The girls certainly wouldn't do that at this moment. They were impressed to such an extent by the events of that morning that they were standing meekly and motionless in front of her desk. She studied them before she spoke.

"I don't think that you expect me to say that you are wellcome. It's your own fault that you are here and you as well as me should want you were not. Nevertheless you are and you have to cope with it. You will not have an easy time here but when you behave well you will be rewarded, for instance getting the possibility of making a phone call or even be visited by your relatives. Besides your hair may grow back so that by the time you leave you will have some hair. So I should strongly advise you to behave.

To start at the beginning: your identity has to go. You have been robbed of your personal possessions, your hair and even your name and you have been reduced to a number. There will be no television or radio and the only books you are allowed to read are those in the library but you won't have much spare time. I'll tell you how you will spend your day."

She paused and looked at the seven girls in front of her with identical shaved heads and uniformly dressed in graceless clothing.

"Do you understand what I have told you?"

Humbly they nodded.

"Well then. Revival at six. Together with your cellmate you clean up and take care that at 7.30 you are present in the dining-room for breakfest. At 8 o'clock school starts lasting to 12. After lunch back to your classes until 4 but you stay in your classroom to make your homework. At 6 o'clock you have to be in the dining-room for dinner and afterwards you have to help cleaning up or doing other chores following a time-table. After that you may read in your cell until the lights go out at 9 o'clock. Has anyone a question?"

The former redhead opened her mouth: "Can we go outside some time?"

"Physical exercise is part of the lessons. If weather permits it may be given at the school yard. We have facilities for several sports. On Sundays and public holidays there are no classes and in the afternoon you may use them in turn. There are 300 of you here, so every group gets one hour."

One of the black girls asked: "Whaddo on Sundaymorn?"

"You may attend a divine service. If you don't want to you will be charged with chores. Anyone else?"

"Well, I told you you will be rewarded when you behave but when you disbehave you will be punished. You could be put in isolation for some days or your staying here could be extended and in any case you will be shaved bald every week until the last day of your stay at this institute. So be sensible and make the best of it.

And now you will be escorted to your abodes. You will find the code of order there. Read it precisely and don't offend against the rules."

Selena was brought to a cell on the third floor. All the other girls being at school her cellmate wasn't present.

The warden let her in and told her that lunch time would be from 12 to 1, announced by the ringing of a bell. In the afternoon she was expected at the office of the school principal who would instruct her.

Alone in the cell Selena for the first time stroke her head and began to cry again. The woman barber had been very fast but also sloppy. The shearing had resulted in uneven stubble. In the cell was no mirror, only two bunk beds and a wardrobe with drawers. 'I must look horrible,' she thought. If she could have seen herself she would have been surprised. Her pretty features, always partially having been hidden by her luscious mane, were now exposed at full view. Her ears were small and didn't stickout. The shape of her head was perfect and her neck graceful.

She read the code of order. One of the rules included the prohibition of sexual approach. Even a covert allusion would be punished.

Selena realized that she had to pee and as the cell door wasn't locked she went searching for a toilet and had no trouble finding one. Above the sink was a mirror. Selena was startled ehen she saw her reflection.

"Oh no! That is not me!" she moaned.

Nevertheless her new appearance intrigued her and she looked again, now with more interest and she experienced some excitement.

"I'm not as ugly as I had thought," she said to herself, though the lack of her lovely tresses made her sad.

Soon it got time for lunch though she wasn't hungry. But she felt lonely, no one of the other six girls being on this floor.

There were lots of girls in the dining hall, all of them with short or very short hair, a number with shaven heads. Some noticed that Selena was a new inmate and teased her. Others wanted to know why she was here and they invited her to join them. Selena was shocked when she heard Cindy, a seventeen years old girl, say that she had been convicted for prostitution. But it became clear to her that most of the inhabitants had been sentenced for robbery or violence.

The principal turned out to be a man of about fifty years, looking stern but not unkind. He seemed to have got a report from her own school as he knew which school she attended and in which grade she was. He asked her a few questions and said: "You will be placed in class III A. I hope you will fulfil the expectations as it is the class with the best of our pupils at this grade. According to the list of your results this shouldn't be too difficult for you. In any case you won't be distracted here, you have to make your homework under supervision in your classroom after the lessons."

He gave her a penetrating gaze: "It is a shame that an intelligent and well-educated girl like you is locked up here. Why did you do that, stealing such worthless objects?"

"Yes, I've been stupid, I know that, sir."

Selena told him how things had got to this stage.

"Well, I see, try to make the best of it. It is no fun but you will survive when you behave."

"Sir, may I ask something?"

"Go ahead."

"The doctor said that we were shaven for hygienical reasons. But if we misbehave our heads will be shaved every week. So, is it a hygienical measure or a penalty?"

"Indeed it is in the first place a way to rob you of your identity and mark you as a condemned person."

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Selena tried to make the best of it. She hadn't much choice either. She never became close with her cellmate, a rather dull black girl who didn't speak much. Anyway, they went in the morning to their own classes, came back in the evening and soon went to sleep. Selena got friends with some of her classmates though not very close. During the week they had not much time to spend together, only on Sunday they could walk and talk.

Didn't anyone try to escape? Only during the night the celldoors were locked. Without help from outside it wouldn't be possible to to climb the walls which surrounded the precinct and rose to a heigth of 30 feet. There were sentry posts at every corner and at night every inch was lighted. The governor had warned the girls at arrival that even an attempt to fly would be looked upon as a serious offence.

"And remember, we caught 95 % of them who even tried to escape."

Without meeting remarkable events Selena soon got accustomed to the monotonous daily grind of studying, working and sleeping. She had no problems in class or with other girls during the first half of her stay in the institute.

That suddenly changed dramatically by a very nasty incident.

One morning Selena awakened and didn't feel well, she had a headache and was somewhat dizzy. She asked and got permission to visit the physician, who gave her a medication and told her to stay in bed that day. He assigned his nurse to inform Selena's class representative.

Selena slept several hours and felt better but she had to pee. She rose and strolled to the bathroom. Standing at the sink washing her hands she suddenly saw the redheaded girl enter, the girl with the big mouth who had arrived together with Selena.

"Hallo gorgeous," she said, at the same time pulling Selena's head to hers. She began kissing the unpleasantly surprised Selena, poking her tongue into the girl's mouth, meanwhile with her right hand reaching under Selena's skirt, in one movement pulling down her panties and sliding two fingers into her slit. Selena was fully shocked and surrendered: she offered no resistance and got aroused by the moving fingers.......

"You like that, slut? Well, fuck me!"

Reluctantly Selena lowered one arm towards the hem of the other girls' skirt but was interrupted by a loud voice. A sturdy woman, one of the wardens, separated the two girls and snatched their arms.

"Well, I've caught you in the act! You come with me, you sluts!"

She dragged them along to the governor's office, Selena with her free hand pulling up her panties.

"They were fucking each other, madam, caught them redhanded."

"Have you anything to say?"

"She got me by surprise," Selena said, "I had no idea what was happening to me and..........."

Redhead laughed and interrupted her: "You had no idea? You begged me to do it."

"You are lying, bastard!"

"Enough!" the governor shouted. "I don't want to hear anything more. You will both be punished and you know the penalty: three days and nihgts in isolation and your heads shaved every week as long as you are here. And I warn you, if you are caught again, the punishment will be much harsher. And you will be watched thoroughly."

The girls were taken to the basement where the isolation cells were situated. First they were ushered into a room and shoved on a stool. Soon the female barber appeared. Selena was still in shock while the redhead was looking smirkingly at her. In about three months their hair had grown out to a length of roughly 1 1/2 inch but in no time it was reduced to stubble again. However, this time their heads were lathered and shaved with a straight razor. The rasping and scraping sounds and the movements of the razor across her scalp sent shivers down Selena's spine. Despite her predicament the shaving worked out a thrill!

But it soon vanished when she was urged on to her cell. A smal room, hardly measuring 8 by10 feet surface area, bare white walls, no windows, day and night cold light from fluorescent lamps as she soon would notice. The only furniture consisted of a mattress on the floor and a bucket covered by a lid.

"Strip to your skin and put on this," the warden ordered, giving her an oversized T-shirt. "Enjoy yourself," she grinned, locking the door behind her.

Selena sank on the mattress and rubbed her head. How could she get through this, three days and nights without any occupation or distraction?

The only distraction, in a manner of speaking, turned out to be the visits of the warden who brought her food three times a day and in the morning a washtub with water. Selena lost every notion of time. Apathetically she lay most of the time on her mattress. One night the dream came back. Now she got the message: the shaving of her head and pubes, the indecent assault. It had been a warning! In vain! Or maybe a warning for the future? Well, she had already decided never more to steal.

The change to normal life with other girls in her classroom created a shock but fortunately she soon got over it. Her classmates didn't make remarks and accepted her as if nothing had happened. Only those girls Selena had become friends with asked her about her experiences.

From now on Selena was one of the four girls of her class whose heads were shaven in front of the other girls every Saturday morning before the start of the lessons. Selena had seen it happen since she had entered the reformatory and had pitied those girls who underwent the drastic intervention stoically. Herself being the victim it surprised her that she didn't care. In fact she even liked the feeling of the razor scraping across her scalp. It was awful! Nor did she worry that everyone present was looking on. In a peculiar way she was proud that she was set as a warning to others.

Of course her privileges had been taken away from her, no more phonecalls, no more visits. In the first three months her parents had visited her twice. They were no longer allowed to do so. Selena had explained in a letter after her release from isolation what had happened. She had told everything without leaving out anything.

"She took me by surprise and I couldn't resist her. Before I could recover and have my wits about me we were caught."

Selena's parents had believed her. She might have stolen but she had never lied to them. They even felt guilty. They had reflected upon their attitude towards their daughter. Hadn't they been to rigid in keeping her so short? Were not they to blame too that Selena had got into this predicament?

In the first week of August Selena's term of sentence ended. Before she was released she was escorted to the governor and in front of her Selena's head was shaved for the last time.

"This serves to remind you of your trespasses. I hope you have learned your lesson. Take care of yourself and don't come back here."

Selena's parents had come to collect her. Of course they knew that she would be bald but they hadn't yet seen her without any hair on her head. Although they were prepared it nevertheless was a shock to them. They were very nice to their daughter when they took her home.

"After all you had to go through we think that you deserve some compensation."

"It has been my own fault, you are not indebted to me."

"It has not been your fault alone, we made mistakes too and we want to do better. We didn't give you enough pocket money and we will change that."

Selena was grateful to her parents and happy to be home after this dreadful time. She was craving to see her best friend Sharon with whom she had maintained a correspondence during the past six months. Selena called her but Sharon had gone to see her grandmother and wouldn't be back before the next day, as Lynn, her mother told Selena. Selena was disappointed.

"Does her mother object that Sharon meets me as I have been confined to the Reformatory? But we did write to each other like good friends," she told her mother.

"No, I don't think so. Initially Lynn objected to your correspondence but I have spoken to her and admitted that we were to blame too. She understood and allowed Sharon to remain in contact with you. I think she will call you as soon as she is back."

This turned out to be true. Sharon promised to come over to wellcome her friend.

As soon as she caught sight of Selena she didn't move a muscle. Of course she knew from their correspondence that Selena's head was shaved every week but Sharon had seen her friend for the last time with her luscious mane and the contrast was shocking. But after one moment she rushed to her friend and they embraced each other.

"Woah, cool! Let me look at you! May I touch your head?"

"Of course, go on."

"Woah, awful, it's so soft and smooth!"

They had to tell each other so much as they hadn't ventured to write about everything that had happened during the past six months. After all, very probably their letters had been censored. Almost every day they looked up each other.

"How does it feel having no hair?" Sharon asked. "Don't you regret having lost all of your beautiful mane?"

"Of course........however, the past three months I was shaved every week in front of the class. Of course this was meant as a punishment and humiliation and also as a warning to the others but I enjoyed it. It's such a wonderful sensation, the scraping of the razor across your scalp. You don't know how it feels when you never had the experience. You should try it yourself," Selena laughed. "The proof of the pudding is in the eating."

"My mother would kill me. Nevertheless I would like to go shorter."

"Why did you cut your hair anyway?"

"I thought it to be conveniant, the summer is so hot. But I don't like this chinlength bob."

"So what do you have in mind?"

"I don't know, maybe a pixie."

"Mmmm...why not really short?"

"Something like a crew cut? I don't know whether mom would give me permission to do that."

Selena had got an idea: "How about shaving my head?"

"Me? Why? Don't you want to have your hair grow again?"

"It's going to be stubbly and I want to feel the razor making me smooth again.."

"I don't know, I've never done such a thing."

"Come on Sharon, you shave your legs, don't you? There is not much difference. We won't be disturbed, nobody home. Please?"

Sharon gave in and so she shaved Selena's head for the first but not the last time. Not only Selena but Sharon too was thrilled by doing it.

"Woah, it is fun! Although it is weird, I can't believe that I'm doing this."

Of course Selena's mother noticed that her daughter didn't show any intention to grow her hair.

"When you remain shaving your head you'll be bald when school starts again. I don't think they will appreciate that."

Selena agreed to stop the shaving. Ten days later she went to a barbershop: "I would like to have a flattop with shaved sides and back. Can you do that for me?'

"Sure, sit down please."

In September Selena went to school with a 1/2 inch length of erect hair on top and shaven back and sides. Meanwhile Sharon had got her crew cut. Of course the girls made a splash and elicited a scala of reactions from absolutely stunning to fully disgusting and a waste. Most of the girls of their class were negative in their judgement but a number of the boys liked the very short haircuts. One in particular was mesmerized by the new appearance of Selena and he told her. This led to a close friendship and soon more than that.

Well, Selena had more money to spend and a boyfriend, so no more need to compete with the other girls!

 

The end.

 

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