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Surprise Me
Author: HeartCutter
Content: PG
Location: Salon
Category: Surprise
Type: Fiction
Post date: Friday, May 07, 2010
Language: English
Rating: 3.993.99 average from 76 readers
Page views: 7128   

I had an appointment for a haircut today. It was Saturday. I dragged myself out of bed around 10:00 and fixed myself some coffee and a bagel. Finally I tucked my waist length brown hair up into a shower cap and prepared myself for the day. After showering I put on my makeup and brushed my hair. I pulled on a pair of extra tight skinny jeans and a snug top and strapped on my high heels before leaving through the front door. I've always believed in looking hot anytime I leave the house. I've got a boyfriend, so I'm not looking to get picked up, but I enjoy looking beautiful and drawing glances from strangers.

I drove down to the outdoor mall and decided to do some shopping before my appointment. The weather was perfect. Finally the time had come and I walked to the salon. It had been about 3 months since my last trim and I was ready for another one. I waited while my stylist finished with his last customer and then got up. He smiled and motioned for me to sit in his chair.

"Time for another trim?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

And I don't know why I did this, but I did.

"Wait," I interjected. "Surprise me."

"Really?" he questioned.

"Yes," I answered, and closed my eyes. 

What are you thinking? my rational brain implored. All you came in for was a trim and now you want to be surprised? I pushed the doubts away. I still don't know why. I resisted the urge to open my eyes, to back out.

The next thing I felt was the dressing gown being fastened around my neck and his brush pulling gently through my hair. Ahhh. He had good hands. It was so relaxing. It helped to silence the war inside my head. After several minutes I felt my hair pulled back into a pony tail and everything after that was only vague sensations. I tried to suppress them so I wouldn't open my eyes and ruin the surprise, but here's what I do remember. I remember hearing the blades of his scissors coming together with their familiar *schnick*, only that it sounded much closer than usual. I remember feeling his hands on my head alot more than I usually do, with gentle pulling and releasing. I remember feeling him holding my ears down and a slight tickle above my ears. Then finally I remember feeling and smelling the hair products being massaged in around my head.


At last he bade me to open my eyes. I began to feel nervous, not sure I had done the right thing. I took me several moments to gather the courage to look. When I did I barely recognized the person staring at me. She had piercing blue eyes which had never really stood out before and a perfectly shaped jaw and neck line. I almost forgot I was looking in a mirror. My hair was short. Very short. No more than 2.5 inches on top and less everywhere else. It stood in a somewhat messy, but very stylish way on top and was tapered tightly on the sides, leaving my ears completely naked. A thin strand of hair was left in front of my ears as sideburns. My dangly earrings really stood out. I turned to the side to look at the back, which was also tapered severely. The neck line was perfectly trimmed and the nape shaved smooth. It couldn't have been more than a half inch in length in the back and over my ears. My head felt so light. After staring for several minutes a smile cracked my lips.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I never would have done this on my own, but I love it. You're an artist."

He blushed.

I removed the cape and stood up. I looked taller, more confident, and those eyes. Who knew I had such beautiful eyes?

I paid him and tipped him handsomely.

"You probably should come in every three to four weeks for trims," he said as I was leaving.

"Count on it," I responded.

I took the long way around the mall to my car just so that I could stare at myself in the windows and draw glances from passers by. I couldn't wait so show my boyfriend.

Oh, crap! I thought, and froze. What if he doesn't like it?

I took another look in the window and remembered how great I looked with short hair and all my worries disappeared.

Turns out my boyfriend loved it. He couldn't keep his hands off and wondered why I hadn't done it a long time ago.


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