It was winter time and claire had just bought a new extra long length grey cardigan, with fifteen buttons down the front and five buttons on each cuff. She had seen another girl wearing one and wanted the same look, but the only problem was that the other girl had a complete head shave!
In fact not only did the other girl have a head shave, but she was also pierced and coverd in tattoos. She had tight tartan pants on, knee length lace up boots and a polo shirt, as well as very heavy eye a lip make up.
Claire had always been a good girl, but now she wanted some excitement. She was board with her name and crappy nine to five job, it was time to be a " BRAVE GIRL", and make some changes.
Claire began to follow the, " OTHER GIRL", after work and watched how she acted and walked, claire visited the same shops and started to buy the same clothes.
Claire did not know it but she was on a collision course.
One week later it happend. Claire decided to dress like, " THE OTHER GIRL". She went down onto the street. It was early morning and thought that no one would see her strutting down the street all punk. Then she felt someone grab her by the hair and pull her to the floor.
" Who the fuck do you think you are you long hair bitch", said a voice
Claire was facing the floor and could see four sets of feet infront of her, then every thing went dark...
When claire woke up her face was sore and her ears were throbbing, she could tast blood in her mouth and one of her front teeth was missing. She tried to move but soon realised that she was handcuffed
Claire looked up and saw, " THE OTHER GIRL", who smiled.
" OK ", " Are you ready for a trim"!
Claire looked and her with anticipation, this was clearly a chance to join these girls.
Claire looked to see her cardigan and T shirt had been taken from her, she raised her hands and touched her hair and ears, quickly realising that the six inches of her length had been hacked off her hair at the back, she felt the rounded ends of stud earings up her ears, but strangley her lobes were bare.
Claire touched her hair at the back, she began to get turned on!
" I don't want a trim, I want to be like you - I want to be shaved", said Claire
" Well you are a," BRAVE GIRL", said " THE OTHER GIRL, who had taken off her bleached deinim jacket and walked over to Claire.
Claire's handcuffs were taken off and she was handed a pair if siccors.
Claire smiled and placed them in her right hand. " THE OTHER GIRL", watched with a large grim on her face as Claire tugged and pulled her hair, chopping large lumps of hair off and throwing it to the ground.
" THE OTHER GIRL", stood up, " Not bad - but you must undergo a test before We shave you - take those boots and tartan pants off so your naked and take hold of that chair in front of you - we will see if you are a " BRAVE GIRL".
Claire removed her remaing clothoes and walked across the cold concrete floor of the empty factory and lent forward taking hold of the chair. She was freezing and began to shiver with the cold.
My god! thought claire, a full bucket of freezing cold water was thrown over her and a large ice cube was forced into her mouth. Claire accepted and clozsed her mouth, keeping the ice cube on her tongue.
Claire looked up to see, " THE OTHER GIRL", walking towards her with a swagger, she had a scowl on her face and Claire noticed that she had three teeth missing, two from the top and one from the bottom. She was carrying a garden cain and Claire new what was comming......
WHACK WHACK WHACK - " ahhh ahhhh ahhhh", cried Claire
WHACK WHACK, " ahh ahhhhhhhhh, Claire started to cry, " Boo hoo"!
" Don't you think it's time to fuck off home ", said, " THE OTHER GIRL".
Claire decided to be a " BRAVE GIRL" and replied, " No - just shave my fucking head, and cain my arse some more I want it good and hard" , retorted Claire.
Within five minutes Claire fell to the ground and passed out.......................................................
But when she woke up this time things were very differant. She was back in her own appartment. She had her red polo shirt on tartan pants and boots, but she flet differant, claire lifted her hand up and started to run her fingers through her hair, but, but , but....................... what the fuck!!!!!
Claire jumped up and ran into the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. Claire's had been totaly shaved apart from a large tuft at the front with a long fringe, a large smile came over her face as she stroked her bare scalp, she looked at her earlobes which were now fitted with large sold metal plugs the same size as a dollar. " YES " , she thought.
As she turnd around there was a note on the back of the bathroom door, it read, " NICE HAIR CUT BRAVE GIRL - SEE YOU OUTSIDE THE ARCADE AT FIVE THIRTY - LOVE SKIN GIRL"
With that Claire grabbed her cardi - and ran down stairs onto the street straight into her Boss!, " And what do you think you are Claire" !!
I am a Brave girl now fuck off - YEAH !
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