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I had a female skinhead cut for some time, and I liked it, with my floppy fringe. I was enjoying my new life pretending to be my friend Mel. It was in the winter that my new mum went on Holiday to visit sick relatives. She would be gone for at least six months - plenty of time to re-grow my hair and return to my real parents.

My hair growing went well and I was looking more and more like my friend Mel who was pretending to be me. She was happy to return to her real home and visa versa, or so she said! I still had the problem of my stretched ears which were now at one inch. I new that by the time my hair had grown back they would be hidden.

I was still in love with being some one else, here I could have any haircut, any piercing or tattoo or wear what I wanted and no body gave a " fuck " - it was great- but I did miss my real parents.

Everything was set, on Tuesday my self and Mel changed clothes, she put her polo top back on and I put my collar and tie back on. Our hair was identical length, below the collar. We began to talk about hair and how we both missed our bowl cuts- we began to kiss out tongues intertwined. I was really turned on, my nipples became erect and my pussey was wet, I unzipped Mel's jeans, she opened her legs and I began to lick her pussey. She moaned and came eeeeehhhhhhhhh!

"Take your clothes off", she said and "put mine back on - its hair cut time - you know you want it - don't you"!. I put her polo top back on and cardigan, but she stopped me putting my jeans back on. She got fully dressed.- I was uneasy. "Well its time for some discipline first Karen, bend over"! - With that I felt six Sharpe strokes across my ass, " that's for trying to get back home "- whack -, " that's for not having a bowl cut " - whack , " that's for not wearing your polo top", -whack. By now tears were streaming down my face, she pulled my hair back and said, " now what kind of hair cut do you want"!! " I want a bowl cut, boo hoo ". Mel walked over to the draw, she pulled out the clippers. I sat in the chair in the kitchen as I had done many times before. She pulled my hair into a pony tail and cut threw it. She threw it on the floor. The clippers came into action, BUZZZZ - my head was pushed forward and I accepted, my hair was clippered off, back and sides, bare blade. Then a line was shaved into a mushroom shape round my head - I had a bowl cut again ! oh no ! - But then I felt my hair and I liked it. I didn't tell Mel. " There you little cow, back where you belong Karen - I don't want to see or here from you again, you will never get back with your real parents". She left and the door shut.

That night my new mum returned home, " Oh nice haircut dear ". I don't know why but I just blurted it out - "Mum could I have a tattoo on the back of my head". Yes your aunty will do it - but why do you want one - not that theirs a problem"? " Well I do look like my friend, and I want you to be able to tell us apart ". " that's a good idea - let me razor your bowl cut for you ". She did and when she had finished my head below my bowl cut was as smooth as a baby's bum. The following day I had a black star tattooed just under the dipped bowl, you could see it and it looking fucking great - I was about to become a rebel. Can you do my hands as well I asked, "YES " -" there it looks good - your mum will love it"!

The following day I returned to college wearing my usual polo top, tight jeans and cardigan. I saw my friend Claire, her bowl cut was growing out, " I like your new hair and tattoos". "Hey thanks ", I said. Come round later and get your hair cut". She had started to wear polo top just be like me.

I saw Mel in the mess hall, she looked so boring. I got her on her own in the changing rooms -" hey - look at this Mel ". I showed her my knuckles, - it read - FUCK -- YOU ! -, I then punched her in the face - " time for a haircut Mel" !!!!

I took out my new mums battery operated clippers, buzzzzzzzzzzz, they came to life and it was time for my revenge, she began to scream, but no one came - I forced the clippers onto her head, they were good -and soon began to eat away at her hair, buzz, buzz, buzzzzzz. I left her in a pool of tears - her head was completely shaved, hair all over the floor - I was sweating and felt the collar on my polo - it was still fastened - I liked it that way, now and I wanted to be like my new mum with my collar dun up.

I now wanted to be a proper skin head - time for a haircut and more trouble. may be tomorrow ! !

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