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Hair Disaster author: hairman001 (Author's note: Sometime ago, a message appeared on a board telling how a certain person decided to shave her head. How she claimed it was a disaster and now how she can't even leave the house. Whether or not this person really felt regret over what she did, I decided to treat this message as a story line and I wrote an imaginary plot around the message. I sometimes wonder why people write and say it was a mistake or a disaster. Enjoy the story.)

I know this might sound strange to many people. I have been wanting to shave my head for the longest time. Well, not really the longest time. Let?s say for a year. Now you may ask why, especially if you knew how long my hair used to be and how people used to compliment me on how shiny and soft it was. Was!!!!!!!!!!! That is the operative word. Was!!!!!!! Yes why?????????? Why would I want to shave it all off? Call it a fad or just an interest but it was more then that. It really was a fascination. A building fascination. Or so I thought it was!

The urge to do it kept in me for a year as I cruised the net, bought videos and looked for barbershops that actually advertised that they would cater to a woman. I knew I had to keep the fascination to myself because I knew my boyfriend would not understand the fascination. I also knew my parents would not accept it; nor would my close circle of friends. Living in a metropolis city, looking for a barbershop that would cater to my new fascination was like looking for a needle in a haystack. No such thing existed. All unisex shops and no one who would cater to a woman's wish to go bald.

How did this fascination grow? Well, let me tell you my story and then tell you how much I regretted the actual deed.

I was watching television one night and watched as an actress staring in a movie, walked into a barbershop and she told the barber to shave her head. I was literally glued to the couch as I watched the barber hack off her hair and then finishing her with a pair of clippers. She thought that he was finished at that time and she moved forward to get off the chair but he placed his hand on her shoulder and ordered her back into the chair.

"You are not finished," he told her.

She could not believe him as he draped a wet hot towel over her head, worked the warmth into her scalp, and then he lathered her head with white shaving cream. He then literally stroked her head clean, bald like a cue ball. The actress was in tears as she got off the chair.

"All I wanted was a cut close to the scalp, a buzzcut, as you call it," she said with tears in her eyes.

"You said you wanted to be shaved," the barber said. "And I do not do buzzcuts, either you go all the way or you don't."

I honestly had to admit that even though this was only a movie, the actress really looked beautiful, sporting a clean head. The final scene showed all her hair on the floor of the barbershop. I took note of the name of the movie and phoned my local video store. I was surprised to find that the store had a copy of the video. "I wish to put it on reserve. Actually do you have a copy for sale? I would like to purchase it." I was actually surprised to get an affirmative answer. They did have the movie for sale. "I will be there in twenty minutes," I said.

I drove to the video store and paid for the movie. I went home and put the movie into the VCR, fast forwarded it to the haircut and watched it over and over again. As I watched it, I actually found myself running my fingers through my thick black hair, pulling back my sides and feeling my hairline. I was actually become intrigued with the idea of bald women. That night I went on the computer and typed some words into a search box and to my astonishment, a number of web sites turned up. I clicked on a couple of the links and I was literally blown away. ?Oh my god,? I said as I looked at pictures of female models submitting to clippers and getting their heads shaved. ?Such a thing actually exists,? I said. I found haircutting communities and message boards.

This adventure went on for actually one year with me investing money to purchase videos of models and watching them over and over but I did not think I would actually build up the courage to do the deed. But I did find myself camping out infront of unisex shops hoping and praying to see a client go really short and seeing a stylist actually use a pair of clippers. But I never found it or maybe I just wasn?t in the right place at the right time. But I did get to see some serious cutting but just not what I wanted to see. Oh well, I still had my videos.

But to actually decide that I could do this myself, well it did not exist. Besides, my hair was why everyone liked being with me. So thick, shiny, so black, so manageable. My boyfriend loved touching and caressing my hair. It was my endearing quality.

Doing the actual deed. My boyfriend had to work late Friday evening, leaving me alone. I was looking for something to do for the evening. All my friends were out on functions so I felt very much alone. By myself. What was I going to do? I hated the idea of being alone in my home. I decided I was just going to sit at home, get drunk by myself and watch movies. What better thing to do on a Friday night? Yeah, right!!!!!!!!!! Lot?s of fun. Just what I wanted to do. But maybe I would find something interesting as I had received a box of new haircutting videos. I decided to wash my hair before I sat down and turned on the VCR. A nice, luscious, moisturizing shampoo would do the trick and get rid of the tension.

I watched a few of the movies I had received and was stunned with the quality of the work and how comfortable the models were with their new looks. Shorn heads, buzz cuts, one young model even submitted to a flat top haircut, like what the men get in the military. I was getting excited. I touched my locks a couple of times. Could I do it? How would my boyfriend react if I did it? Who cares? It is my hair! I can do whatever I want with it.

I must have gotten seriously drunk because I actually fell asleep on the couch so I did not do the deed that night. My boyfriend called me the next morning, telling me that he was not going to be able to come home. The hospital was short staffed and could he work the full weekend. ?I will try and get home before dinner on Sunday,? he said. ?Are you going to be okay?? he asked.

I moaned. ?This sucks,? I said.

?What do you want me to do? Tell them that emergencies will have to wait because my girlfriend won?t allow me to fill in?? he said. ?Come on, I work at the hospital. I have to be ready for staff changes and things like this. Don?t tell me you wouldn?t offer your services if one of the clerks in your department called in sick and your boss begged you to stay. I have to get back on the floor,? he said. He said good-bye and hung up the phone.

?No, I would not make myself available. My boss knows better then to ask me to work overtime. You know I hate being alone,? I said as I slammed the phone down. And that was true. I did not like being alone. It really sucked. I decided I was just going to sit and ?veg? for the day. I did not care anymore. I hated this. I walked into the kitchen, put the coffee pot on and sat down on the couch. I turned on the television and pushed a video into the recorder. I sat back and watched as a female came on the screen and I watched as she modeled her long blond locks and then she sat down to submit to the clippers. I will admit that I was really turned on since I was sober. It was an amazing video and as soon as it was done, I flicked another one into the machine. By the time it was dinner time, I had watched all the videos in my box.

I fell asleep on the couch again and woke up there Sunday morning. Still he was not home. I flicked one of the tapes into the machine as I made coffee. I watched over and over again and as I did, I was getting more and more turned on with the adventures of these models. ?I am going to do it,? I said to myself. ?I want to be like them. They are beautiful.?

I needed to go out for a few minutes to get some food. If I was going to do this, I might as well get drunk and really enjoy it. I walked off to the liquor store and bought a couple of bottles of rum. If I was going to do this, I might as well get drunk and really enjoy it. I got home after an hour, walked into the bathroom, got my boyfriend?s beard trimmer and a pair of scissors and then went into the bedroom and carried out my large antique mirror. I also threw down a large white towel to catch my locks on. I set the mirror in the middle of the living room. I opened the bottle of rum, took a stiff belt of smooth liquid, looked at my reflection in the mirror, picked up the scissors and pulled forward a handful of raven black locks. It did not take me long to cut the length down to a manageable short cut, short to the cheeks and short at the back.

Now for the fun. I poured a second glass of rum and swallowed it down. I reached forward and picked up his beard trimmers. I placed my hand at my hairline and pulled it back. As I did, I raised my free hand, which was holding the trimmers. I flicked the switch and placed it into my hair. I made a slow pass down the center of my locks. My black hair fell to the towel. I kept looking at my reflection as my hair fell. I was feeling no pain. And it was looking sexy as I razored my hair down. I was determined to stop at a clipper cut, buzzed to 1/8th of an inch but as I shaved away, I noticed that I did look sexy.

Then all of a sudden as I had shaved half my head down to an 1/8th of an inch, the beard trimmers started to smoke. ?Oh no, what happened?? I said.

I flicked the switch off. Oh, no. I had broken them. They were not designed for long straight hair, as mine was. ?What am I going to do?? I said. I looked at the scissors and I picked them up. I had gone this far. I could not stop, so I started cutting away the rest of my locks until it was short enough. I ran into the bathroom and returned with a bag of straight razors and a can of shaving cream. I placed my head under the tap of the sink and wet my head as best I could. I then spread a thick palm full of cream on my head, around my ears, down my neck, and I started stroking my head clean of the cream. It took me all the disposable razors my boyfriend had and half the can of cream before I was looking at a reflection that I was happy with. I was bald as a billiard ball, smooth and clean. Just the way I wanted to be. Yes. I looked beautiful and sexy.

I did not put any of the tools away. I just dropped them onto the towel. I continued to sit on the chair infront of my mirror. I looked down to the mass of black hair that was on the floor. I had done it. I poured myself another glass of rum and I swallowed it down. I kept pouring. I was feeling no guilt and no pain.

He finally phoned at 3:30 and told me he was coming home from the hospital. My response was nothing more then: ?Okay.?

I was sitting in the middle of the floor when he finally came home. All my black hair was on the floor. My head had been shaved to a shiny cue ball. Smooth and clean. ?What did you do?? he yelled at me. ?What did you do to your hair??

?I shaved it off. Why should you care? Besides, you left me alone this weekend,? I yelled back. ?And who do you think you are, yelling at me in my home? You don?t own me. You sure as hell haven?t cared about me.?

He looked at his beard trimmer. ?You broke my trimmer,? he screamed. ?Why??

I looked at him with seething eyes. ?You don?t care about me and what I am feeling,? I said. ?If you did, you would have come home and been with me this weekend. You would not have left me alone when I needed you most.?

?You are stupid. You don?t understand what my job entails. I work at a hospital. I have to be ready for any emergency. I have no choice. If you can?t deal with that, maybe we are not supposed to be together,? he screamed back. ?You are so selfish. You think only about yourself.?

?Yes I do think about myself and if you can?t find the time to please me when I need it the most, maybe you should leave,? I yelled back.

That was the mistake because he threw his things on the couch and he stormed upstairs to the master bedroom. He quickly packed his stuff and came back downstairs carrying two large duffel bags. He threw his keys down on the couch and grabbed his clothes off of the couch. He walked to the door. ?I thought I loved you but I see that you are nothing more then a selfish, childish baby. I don?t need that in my life. I need someone who will care about me and my job. Someone who will understand my profession, which you obviously don?t. I am going to stay at the residence. When you decide to grow up, maybe we can be a couple again. But until you do, well??????????????????????.? He walked to the door and opened it. He walked out.

It has been three days since he walked out and since I shaved my head. Am I happy? Am I content with what I did? Am I happy that he walked out on me? Am I happy with the fact that he will not return my phone calls? The past three days have been hell for me. I now can't even leave the house. Let me tell you that it was an absolute mistake. Possibly the biggest mistake I have even made in my entire life, departing with my silky, thick, mid-length, pantene raven black hair. I know it will take years to get it back to its original luster and beauty.

Now people look at me and laugh at me. The girl who thought it would be cool to shave her head. The girl who lost her boyfriend because she decided to do something stupid. The girl who has to cover her head with a baseball cap just to go to the corner store, the girl who has to get her groceries delivered because she does not want to be seen in public. The girl who is treated like she has some sort of disease or sickness.

My advice to anyone who thinks it is cool, if you are serious about doing it, make sure you are ready to answer all the questions, make sure you are ready to lose things that you might regret, make sure you are ready to accept the loss.

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