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"You know, Cher, that this Saturday is your turn to do the errands, don't you?"

"Yes I know, Prue, I'll go as soon as................"

"I've dried my hair," Prudence finished the sentence for her friend and roommate. She shook her head: "I really cannot understand why you waste so much time pampering your hair."

Charity sighed and wrinkled her nose: "Must we have that discussion again?"

"Again? Your precious hair is too sacrosanct to allow a discussion. You always cut it short." Prudence grinned: "Hear, hear........."

Irritated Charity looked at her: "Yes I know that you want me to chop off my hair as you did."

"No, it is up to you. I like to have my hair short and you love long locks. I keep saying that it takes so much time which you could use to do other things."

"I think it's worth it and I don't care that I cannot do other things, I don't miss them."

"Well, whatever you prefer, darling. Nevertheless it is a nuisance for you as well for me."

Surprised Charity asked: "Why for you?"

"Today is Saturday and we have no classes and lectures. But the other days of the week you get up every morning at least one and a half hour too early as you have to take care of your long wavy tresses. Not always but quite a number of times I'm waked up too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that. I always try to be as quiet as possible."

"No, I'm not used to complain but it is not pleasant."

They quit the subject but Charity didn't feel good about the fact that she bothered her friend in the morning.

They were both first-year students. Prudence was high-spirited and tended to experiments. So when she had settled in her new environment she had radically cut down her shoulderlength tresses and changed her hairdo into a short buzzcut, not longer than 1/4 inch. On the contrary Charlene liked to retain everything as it was. She had grown her hair during the time she spent at high school and it reached to her hips, a shining, chestnut mane, cascading across her back.

Charity parked her car in the parking lot next to the supermarket. When she strolled back to the street she saw a lot of people standing at the sidewalk on the other side of the street in front of a school. She asked herself what those people were doing there on a Saturday and being curious she crossed the street. Coming nearer she saw a poster at a window next to the double doors but the people obstructed her view. Charity fought her way through the crowd to have a better look and just was reading the heading: HELP US TO HELP POOR BALD GIRLS when suddenly the doors were opened and everyone poured inside. Charity was pushed with them and it was impossible for her to turn into the opposite way. She simply was carried along to the auditorium and as she walked up front she sat down on a chair which was free at the corner of the second row. Well, once inside she wanted to see what was going to happen!

When everyone was seated a middle-aged woman entered the platform.

"Wellcome everyone, I'm glad that so many have answered our appeal for help and are present to do so or just have come for moral support. My name is Sylvia and I will be your M.C. today and tomorrow. Well, as you know there are several organisations which supplie young girls who are bald, owing to illness or chemotherapy, with wigs as their parents are not able pay for them. The wigmakers have to be paid and preparing a wig is a laborious job! And of course they need their material: human hair! Our charitable institution has decided to help collecting it and has approached schools and colleges to participate and we have got a lot of responses. We want to thank all of them, in particular the management of this school which has been made available for free. I have a long list of participants who have applied them selves and I will call them in turn to come to the stage. As the minimum length of the cut tresses should be ten inches you understand that most donors will be women and girls, the hippy era being past for many years. Also I have to express my thanks to the stylists who are so kind to give their cooperation entirely free of charge. So let's start!"

Mostly young women and teenage girls climbed the stage and sat down on the chairs where five stylists were waiting. Charity looked on how the locks of love were cut off and collected in plastic bags which could be closed by zippers. The length of the hair varied from just brushing shoulders to reaching the hips. As a result some victims lost most of their hair and a few of them all of it. Charity was shocked to see that but she got more and more under the spell of the changed appearances, imaginating how she herself would feel if all of her luscious mane would be shaved off. A strange feeling took her by surprise: she remembered that she twice had fallen in love, very madly in love, thinking of nothing else but her lover and wishing to be with him day and night. She had idealized him, having only excellent qualities and no flaws. But after some time the spell faded and she had realized that she had cherished an illusion: her mind had been disturbed temporarily. It had been a hard time for her when she had to tell him. Why had she those recollections at this place and this moment? she asked herself.

Absent-mindedly Charisty didn't notice that there were no more names on the list and the M.C. had made an appeal to the audience to volunteer for donation. Charisty was startled by a nudge from her neighbour: "She points at you."

Embarrassed she looked up and heard the M.C. address her: "Yes, I mean you. Wouldn't you give some of your locks for this valuable purpose? You have so much hair, all of us surely think that you can go without part of it."

Her words were widely applauded by the audience. Charity got beetred and shook her head: "No, no! I can't!" she said but wasn't heard in the noise. People began to urge her: "Come on, go to the stage!" "What are you doing here? Looking how others sacrifice their hair?" "Don't be a coward!" And more of these remarks.

Suddenly Charity rose but not to ascend the stairs to the stage but she ran to the entrance which also was the exit. Her humiliating retreat was accompanied by a stream of abuse from the audience.

Charity succeeded to make it to her car and still very upset drove home. She was awaited by Prudence: "My god, what did happen? You have been away for hours! And you even didn't bring any errands!"

Charity told her what she had gone through. When Prudence heard about her overhasty escape from the school she burst out: "What!? They asked you to donate a little hair and you denied? You were not prepared to do that for those poor girls? Don't you know what your name means? Well, you didn't prove it."

"She took me by surprise," Charity objected rather lamely. She felt ashamed. "But they need money as well. I'll transfer a financial contribution."

Prudence laughed derisively: "You have not much to spend. Remember that you still have to pay your part of the rent."

"Shit!" cursed Charity, "I nearly forgot."

"You could go back to the school, perhaps the session isn't over yet."

"Oh no! I don't go back now. The audience was so hostile towards me. But tomorrow at the same time is another session. Perhaps I could attend that one."

"You say that now but tomorrow you could have second thoughts."

"No, I promise. You're right, I have been selfish."

"You don't mind if I go with you? To support you?"

"No, it's allright by me. But for now, I'll make my way to the super lest we will be hungry this weekend."

As soon as Charity had left Prudence phoned the school and sked if she could speak to the M.C.

"No, that's not possible at this moment, she is on stage, but I can communicate her a message later. Do you want to enlist for tomorrow's session?"

"No, I'm bringing tomorrow a friend. My hair is too short but she has very long tresses and is willing to donate 10 inches. Perhaps we could together persuade her to sacrifice more. But don't put her name on the list. When an appeal to the audience is made we will come up to the stage. Would you tell the M.C. that Prudence has asked to communicate this message to her?"

"I certainly will and thanks for calling."

While Charity was lying awake in her bed she was thinking back to the emotional events of that day. Suddenly she understood why she had remembered her love affairs with an unhappy ending. The boys had been in love with her luscious mane! Could it be true that she found herself in the same position? Did she prize her tresses too much? Did she overestimate them? Fuss over them? But she loved long hair! Nevertheless she had ambivalent emotions and became doubtful. At last she fell into a restless sleep..............

The next day.

Again Charity was thrilled seeing those lots of hair removed, partially or totally, from so many heads. But every time she was reminded of the fact that she inevitably should sit on one of those chairs. She couldn't chicken out again.

The appeal to the audience by the M.C.

Prudence rose: "Come on, Cher, let's go."

With wobbling knees Charity followed her. However another longhaired girl was earlier.

"Tell us your name," the M.C. asked her after a hearty wellcome.

"I'm Leah and I want to donate my hair for "Locks of Love."

"That's very noble, Leah, and how much do you allow us to cut?"

"All, you may chop it all off."

"Well, that's a terrible sacrifice. We're very thankful. Please, sit down."

M.C. turned to Prudence and Charity: "I assume that only one of you has come for donation."

She didn't seem to recognize Charity.

"That's right," Prudence answered, "My hair is too short. By the way, I'm Prudence and this, my friend Charity, will be the donor."

"Charity!? Well, that's a very appropriate name! Charity for charity! And how much do you want to spend?"

"Errrr......ten inches, I suppose."

"Come on, Cher, you have so much hair, you could easily donate more, " Prudence challenged her.

M.C. had got the message: "Your friend is right, Charity, you could double that."

A remarkable change occurred in Charity's mind. The ambivalent emotions of last night manifested themselves suddenly. She looked at Leah whose long tresses quickly were separated from her skull..........

Mesmerized by the view she heard herself say: "Do the same to me as to her." Pointing to Leah."

"That's very generous, Charity, thank you very much. Sit down please."

Prudence was flabbergasted, she couldn't believe her ears. Then she said: "Don't do that, Cher, you will regret it."

Charity didn't seem to listen. The stylist put a cape around her and fixed it after having asked Prudence to lift the long tresses of Charity.

Charity was confused. She loved her locks, really, but at the same time she felt an urge which completely overwhelmed her: she had had wrong ideas and she had to make a new start which could only be accomplished by going back to zero!

She asked to hand her the mike and she addressed the audience: "I'll donate my tresses to make wigs but that's not all. To declare my solidarity with those seriously ill girls I want to look like them."

Her words were received with a loud applause and approval. Now the stylist drew a centre parting and divided her mane into two parts. She gathered the shock of hair on the right side of Charity's head in her left fist and mowed with clippers in her right hand next to the parting across the girl's skull, in one move straight to her nape. The clippers went back to the hairline and made a second sweep next to the first. More followed, in front of Charity's ear, above it, behind it, until the right side of the head was bared. Then she went to the other side and repeated the procedure, now holding the hair with her right hand and the clippers in the left one. The two and a half feet long tresses were joined together and collected in a plasic bag. After some criss-cross moves across Charity's scalp to remove any stray hair and giving it a brush the cape was removed and again a storm of cheers burst out.

Charity and Prudence returned to their places. Charity smiled to her friend: "Well, did I prove my name now?"

"I can't believe it," Prudence still was aghast, "There was no need to be shaven bald."

"Yes, there was," Charity spoke with certainty, "I had to make a clean sweep and I had to get rid of my hair. You're right, I gave it too much attention, appreciated it too much. Other people were distracted from me as a person by my luscious mane. And didn't you notice what I said about solidarity?"

Prudence gave her friend a penetrating gaze, then rose and said: "Stay here, I'll be right back."

She ascended the stairs to the stage and told the M.C.: "Me too want to show my sympathy, shave me bald."

Of course this pronouncement was loudly applauded and constituted the introduction to a flow of more and more persons, as well male as female, who volunteered to sacrifice their hair.

Once back home Prudence asked her friend: "Don't you miss your hair?"

"Of course I do. But it is strange, in a way I like it to have nothing to fuss about, my head I mean."

"You said you want to look like those bald victims but anyway you don't as you still have some hair and they haven't any hair anywhere"

"You mean eyebrows and -lashes?"

"And the stubble on your head and your pubic hair. I think we still have some work to do."

"I don't know if I could go so far."

"No, darling, it's not that easy, in for a penny, in for a pound. Wait, I'll be back in a moment."

Prudence returned with towels, safety razors, shaving gel, nail scissors and a bowl, filled with hot water. She pointed to a chair next to the table: "Sit down and I don't want to hear any objection."

Charity looked up at her friend: "Prue, I don't know......"

"Shut up, Cher! You'll do what I tell you!"

Startled Charity obeyed. Never she had seen her roommate put her foot down like this.

Prudence put a towel in the hot water, wrung it out and wrapped it around Charity's head. After a few minutes she took it away, spread shaving gel across her scalp and rubbed it until the blue gel had changed into white foam. She took a razor and started to shave the foam and the stubble from Chatity's skull. After having removed most of it Prudence repeatd the method untill she was satisfied and couldn't more find any trace of hair. She cleaned the smooth scalp with a wet towel and moved her hand across the shining dome of Charity.

"Mmmm, that feels good. You know, I've always wanted to cut off all these long tresses of you and shave your head."

Charity didn't know what to say, she was confused. The scraping and scratching of the razor across her scalp had been frightening but also arousing..........

Prudence didn't waste time, she spread some gel on Charity's eyebrows and shaved them off with a few sweeps of the razor.

"Close your eyes, hon."

Charity meekly did and Prudence took the nail scissors and cut them as short as possible.

"And now for the last act: strip and lie down on your bed!"

Charity hesitated: "Is that necessery, Prue? Normally no one will have a look at my private parts."

Prudence grinned mischievously: "I'm not nobody and I want to see them. You never showed them to me and the time has come."

Worried Charity looked at her roommate: "What for?"

"Don't ask so much. Come on, get up!"

Prudence grabbed Charity by her arm and dragged her to her bedroom. She pulled the girl's shirt over her head and her trousers down to her feet.

"Step out of them and lie down on your bed!"

As Charity hesitated Prudence pushed her and she fell backwards. Frightened she felt the other girl's fingers like hooks pulling at the elastic of her panties and remove them.

"My goodness, such a bush! Time to clear it."'

She went to the livingroom and immediately returned with the tools she just had used. Charity was lying crosswise on her bed, backwards with her feet on the floor. Prudence pushed her knees outwards and started to cut off the pubic hair with the nail scissors. Then she covered the area with shaving gel and spread it out. First she shaved the mount of Venus and went on shaving the labia which she stretched by lifting them with two fingers in Charity's vulva....

Charity couldn't avoid to moan for arousal, except for her own fingers no one had ever touched her at that place.

"Do you like that? Yes, I know you do, my little tart. Just wait till I have finished."

Prudence let her friend pull up her knees to clear her anal region, then wiped off the remaining foam with a towel. And then.....she knelt between the legs of Charity, bent her head and kissed the girl's pubes. Prudence's tongue flashed in and out her vulva, located the clit and started to massage it. Charity, taken by surprise first, soon got very aroused and cried out: "Oh my god, Prue, you make me so horny!"

Prudence interrupted her activities for a moment, saying: "That's the intention. Let yourself go."

Soon Charity got a tremendous orgasm and limp she lay backwards. Prudence quickly undressed and climbed next to her on the bed. Charity noticed that her pubes were naked as well.

"I've never done this with a girl," Charity whispered.

"There is a first time for everything, hon," Prudence answered, "And now you're going to satisfie me."

Startled Charity objected: "I can't do that! I'm not in love with you."

"That's not the issue, nevertheless we should have fun. You didn't fake an orgasm, it was a real one and I'm in need of one too."

Prudence spread her legs and forced her friend's head between them: "Fuck me, damn it!"

Trembling Charity didn't see any other possibility than to obey and she put her tongue at work....

"You see," Prudence said afterwards, "Is this fun or isn't it? This is the beginning of your transformation into a sophisticated trendy. Next comes some appropiate make-up and other clothes."

"I have not enough money for that."

"I've a secret source of income, just kidding, but I'll buy them for you."

"I can't accept that, it makes me dependent on you."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. I want you to do what I ask from you."

"What do you want from me?"

"Sex. I'll make you my sexy playmate and don't object for as you know I always get my own way."

Charity sighed, she knew, she had never succeeded in resisting Prudence.

"You mean to say you want me as your whore."

"You are such a bourgeois silly cow, Cher. But that will change soon when I have transformed and educated you."

"But I'm not lesbian and if I fall in love with a boy, what..........."

"If! The current situation is the issue. Besides, I could lend you the money. I could provide you with a part-time job to generate more income."

"A job? Who would engage me looking like a freak?"

"I know a place: The Kinky Tat Shop. They love girls with shaved heads. Next week we'll visit it. Yes, a tat or two should be part of your transformation. And some piercings too."

Charity was too embarrassed for a reaction. After a moment she said pondering: "What will other people think about us?"

Prudence smirked: "Oh, most will think that we are butches. You are not but it would be fun to let them their belief. We look like some and we could act like them."

"Wouldn't it be a better idea to buy wigs?"

"No way! You told the people that you shaved your head in solidarity with poor girls who lost their hair and you wanted to look like them. So you committed yourself to show your bald pate."

"Yes, Prue, you're right. Nevertheless, in a few weeks it is Thanksgiving and I'm expected to visit my parents. I dare not look them in the faces without any hair on my head."

"Tell them the truth. You did it to serve a good purpose, didn't you? They have to appreciate that."

"You don't know them. Maybe they wouldn't."

Prudence smirked: "Well, they have no choice, have they? Your mane is gone and that's that. It cannot be changed. You'll have to face the music."

Next Monday they had to face their classmates. But a number of them had attended the shearing session on Sunday, though Charity and Prudence hadn't noticed their presence, and they had experienced all the events. So the news had already spread. Nevertheless they caught a lot of attention. A few other girls had gone from long to short hair too but Charity and Prudence were the only baldies.

Later that week Prudence provided Charity with a new make-up. Particularly her eyes were accentuated with eyeliner, mascara and dark eyeshadow. She bought short miniskirts and -dresses, low-cut shirts and blouses which left the waist free and kneelength boots. And they visited the Kinky Tat Shop. As Prudence had expected they were both invited for a part-time job when they agreed to keep their heads shaved.

"No problem," Prudence deciced for the both of them and Charity had only to confirm that, though against her wishes. What is more, she had to agree to have herself tattooed! Around her vulva the characters FREE ENTRANCE were installed in a semicircle. On her buttocks the words COMMON (left) and PROPERTY (right) were tattooed. And on the sides and back of her head wriggled a snake. Charity should have worried: whenever she fell in love with a boy she might be ashamed showing her naked body. Strangely she didn't, she began to take pleasure in her new outfit! And it wasn't over yet! She got three studs in thecartilage edges of both ears and big hoops pierced through her earlobes. Rings through her nipples and navel and one stud in her left nostril. At last three hoops in each labium which could be connected by small silver padlocks and thus locking her vulva.

"Oh Prue, thank you!" Wildly enthousiast Charity hugged her friend when they were back home. "You have given me a completely new identity. I'll always do what you tell me to do !"

Prudence smiled: "I'm sure that we'll have a lot of pleasure together."

She took Charity's hand and guided her to her bedroom................

 

The end.

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