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Amy sipped her coffee slowly. From her vantage point across the street she could see directly into the barber shop opposite. A shiver ran up her spine as she watched the stylist run the clippers over the head of a young boy. As she lit another cigarette, she wondered what those clippers must feel like as they caressed the scalp and nibbled at the nape. These were not new thoughts for Amy. For many years she had wanted to experience those feelings but had neither the courage nor the conviction to bring them to fruition. However, today was the day and there would be no turning back. This was the start of the rest of her life and nothing would stop her fulfilling a dream.

She had chosen the barber shop carefully and had sat in this caf? many times before gazing wistfully across the street. She wasn?t sure how, but somehow this one looked and felt just right. It felt familiar even though she had never crossed the threshold. Today that would change. She glanced at her watch hoping she had timed things just right. It was midday closing at the barber shop on a Tuesday but she hoped that if she made it in by 1145 she would be the last customer of the day. She could see the stylist dusting off the shaven head of her young customer and as her heart gave a leap, she stubbed out the remains of her cigarette and made her way across the street. Her nerves were jangling and her heart was pounding as she approached the door of the shop. Passing the young boy, she glanced back at his freshly shorn skull and without hesitation pushed open the door of the barbershop. It was 1148.

The first thing she noticed was how different it was from her regular beauty salon. It was smaller and seemed almost cramped, yet everything was much more homely. It was warm and inviting and there was a pleasant aroma, possibly of talcum or hair-gel ? Amy couldn?t determine which. There were two large barbers chairs, neither of which were occupied and around the shop there were various haircutting accoutrements such as scissors, combs, brushes, hand mirrors, towels and various bottles, jars and tins. As she noticed the large black clippers, which hung from a hook, close to one of the chairs her eyes grew wider. For the first time the reality of the situation hit her and she had a sudden urge to run from the shop. Indeed she may well have done so if it wasn?t for the stylist who, gazing at her curiously said. ?Hi, I?m Lauren, is there something I can do for you today??

Shaken from her reverie, Amy relaxed slightly and noting the quizzical look on the stylists face she broke into a broad grin. ?Sorry, it?s just that this is my first time in a barber shop before and it?s a little different to what I?m used to. My name?s Amy and I was hoping that you could maybe squeeze me in for a haircut today if you?re not too busy?. Lauren returned the smile and said, ?sure, I was just about to close for the day but there?s no problem fitting you in. However, I should warn you that I haven?t cut a woman?s hair in a while so it could depend on exactly what style you had in mind?. With an even broader grin, Amy grabbed two handfuls of her long black hair and asked ?how about shaving my head?? Lauren stared hard at the woman in front of her and began to wonder just exactly what type of person she was dealing with. She was distinctly apprehensive but inside, her fetish was stirring and it was all she could do to suppress a shudder at the thought of shaving that wonderful jet-black hair from this woman?s scalp. Worried about the stylist?s hesitation, Amy quickly tried to reassure her. ?Look, I?m not some kind of mad woman, I?ve been wanting to do this for more years than I can remember. All through my teens I?ve fantasised about shaving my head but I?ve always found an excuse not to go through with it. It?s something I desperately need to do, and if not here then I?m prepared to go somewhere else. Whatever happens today, I will not return home with a single hair on my head. Lauren, I?d really like you to do this for me. How about it?? With a short laugh Lauren retorted, ?girl, you?re really serious. Why don?t you make yourself comfortable in this nice big chair whilst I ensure we don?t get interrupted? You know, I think I?m really going to enjoy this?. As Amy settled into the chair, Lauren flipped the sign on the door from Open to Closed and turned the key in the lock. There was a loud swish as she enveloped Amy in a large red cape, which extended from her neck almost to the floor. With the exception of her head only the bottoms of her knee high boots were visible outside of the cape. It felt surreal staring at her own image in the mirror. Her head looked so small poking out of the oversized cape and she wondered if it looked as funny as she thought it did. Thoughts were tumbling through her mind as she stared at her reflection. Many times before she had tried to imagine how she would look with a bald head but it had proved to be impossible. Even now when the reality was so close, she still couldn?t conjure up an image of a hairless Amy. She watched fascinated as Lauren busied herself in preparation for the cut. At last, Lauren put her hands on Amy?s shoulders and announced to the reflection in the mirror that she was ready.

Amy?s heart continued to pound as Lauren lifted her scissors and moved to the back of Amy?s head. Amy could feel a tightening of her hair and then without warning there was a loud ?schnick? and Lauren dropped a thick pile of hair into Amy?s lap. Lauren grinned whilst Amy just stared at the detached pile of hair. ?Last chance to change your mind? chuckled Lauren and a quick shake of the head from Amy was all the confirmation she needed. Fitting a No. 2 guard to the large Oster clippers, Lauren flicked the switch and slowly brought the clippers up towards Amy?s forehead. Amy was mesmerised by the hum of the clippers, which grew louder as they moved closer to her head. She was becoming more and more sexually aroused and she couldn?t stop herself from letting out a small moan as the clippers touched the front of her head. Lauren didn?t stop, but pushed the clippers right across the top of Amy?s head. Amy gasped as a thin buzzed strip appeared down the centre of her head. Lauren continued her work, moving faster now and quickly removing the bulk from the top of Amy?s head. For her part, Amy could feel her sex getting wetter and wetter as she experienced feelings and emotions that had never been stirred in all of her 29 years. Her breathing was heavier and there were times she felt like squealing with joy. The sensations were like nothing else she?d ever felt, particularly when the clippers moved across her scalp. Lauren was smiling at her and Amy smiled back, wondering how aware Lauren was of just what she was experiencing. ?And if you think that was fun, you ain?t seen nothing yet? stated Lauren with a hint of mischief, ?just wait till I really get started?!

With a theatrical flourish Lauren removed the guard from the clippers and once again raised them to Amy?s forehead. As the clippers moved gently across her head, the short spiky fuzz was replaced with a stubbly white scalp. Amy moaned again, this time louder, as Lauren continued to pass the clippers over her head. Her hair gave way to the clippers as Lauren slowly but surely revealed the pure white scalp at the top of her body. As Lauren worked on the sides and the back of her head, Amy closed her eyes and began to rub herself beneath the cape. She hoped that Lauren wouldn?t notice but ultimately, there was no way of stopping herself. Losing all track of time, Amy suddenly realised that the humming had stopped. Opening her eyes the reflected figure gazing back at her from the mirror was completely bald. She stared as if hypnotised and as the realisation hit her that her fantasy was reality she removed her hands from the cape and rubbed them across her freshly shorn head. The feeling was sensational ? both rough and smooth, warm and cold and above all else, wonderful.

?Hey, no sneak previews young lady? shouted Lauren who was running hot water into a basin. ?I?m not done with you yet, and if you think you were excited before, just wait for the next ? and best ? bit?. Amy blushed madly as she continued to gaze at her image in the mirror. She had finally done it after all this time and for a moment she thought she might burst into tears. However, before she had a chance, Lauren was once again standing behind her this time holding a towel, which had been doused in scalding hot water. Applying the towel to Amy?s denuded scalp, Lauren leaned over and whispered in Amy?s ear ?Amy, you?re just a few minutes away from being as bald as a baby. I sincerely hope you haven?t changed your mind, though judging from all the fun you?ve been having, I would doubt that very much. They glanced at each other and both of them burst out laughing. Lauren straightened herself and whipped the towel from Amy?s head. There was a whirring sound as Lauren dispensed some shaving foam from the machine and rubbed it slowly, carefully and evenly across the stubbly remains of Amy?s hair. Amy gasped with shock and delight as the foam made contact with her scalp. As Lauren covered her head, Amy shuddered involuntarily as her body could no longer contain the excitement. She felt as though she was exploding inside as her sexual arousement rose to a crescendo. Lauren waited patiently, razor in hand for the shudders to stop. Gently she held Amy?s head still with one hand whilst guiding the razor with the other. Amy could hardly feel the razor glide across her scalp but she knew it was happening all the same. Slowly the foam disappeared to be replaced by gleaming white skin. Lauren seemed engrossed in her work as she moved around Amy?s head revealing the purity of her scalp. Her fingers began to caress the pure white skin at the top of Amy?s body. Not content with a single shave, Lauren covered Amy?s head a second time and again, slowly and patiently put the razor to work. With a final flourish she wiped off Amy?s head with a new warm towel and slowly stepped back to admire her handiwork. As Amy gasped at her image, Lauren finished the job by massaging a few drops of lavender oil into her scalp. Amy?s head gleamed as Lauren dusted the stray hairs from around Amy?s neck before whisking off the cape and announcing herself done. ?Now see what it feels like? grinned Lauren. Tears began to roll down Amy?s cheeks as her hands caressed her newly shaved scalp. The smoothness of her head was incredible and the feelings it evoked within her as she rubbed it were indescribably wonderful. She was bald, but more than that she was Amy. The true Amy that she had wanted to be for many years which had been denied for so long. She felt truly happy and she no longer had to wonder just how she would look if she cut off her hair. She moved closer to the mirror and simply stared at herself for what seemed like an eternity. Continually rubbing her scalp as though to stop would end this dream. ?Hey baldy, just cos you look like a baby, ain?t no need to cry like one? chuckled Lauren ?you haven?t even told me if you like it yet?. Sniffling hard, Amy turned away from the mirror and moved quickly over to her new stylist. Overcome with emotion, she hugged Lauren hard and whispered ?Its so, so wonderful. You really don?t know what this means to me and I really can?t thank you enough. I?m so grateful you could do it for me and somehow I don?t think I?ll be forgetting today in a hurry. Thank you so much? oh, and how much do I owe you ? whatever it is, its not enough??

?Amy, you?re welcome, I don?t think I?ve enjoyed a haircut as much in all my years as a hairdresser. I?m so glad you chose this shop and I hope that now you know the way I?ll be seeing you on a regular basis. I wasn?t sure at the start but, you know what, you really suit a bald head?. Amy blushed again as Lauren continued ?As for the charge, there is none - I enjoyed myself too much for that, however, there is a way you can thank me?. ?Okay ? what would you like me to do? asked Amy? ?Well first off you can bring those nice shiny boots and that wonderful bald head across the street to join me for a coffee. And then afterwards you can accompany me back here as I?ve just decided I need someone to cut my hair. I think I?d like it shorter ? much, much, much shorter??????????..

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