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Hair stylists are well known for changing their own hairstyles on a regular basis and Cindy was no different. In fact, it was one of the things I loved about her - when she left for work each day I just never knew if she'd look the same when she returned. On slow days, boredom would quickly set in, and Cindy and her co-workers would relieve this by experimenting on each other's hair. In the two years we had been together, Cindy had had more different haircuts than I cared to remember. However, on that Monday evening, nothing could have prepared me for her latest `experiment'.

I heard her key in the lock as I was preparing dinner and I walked from the kitchen to greet her. The front door swung open and there she stood - chocolates in one hand, wine in the other, and grinning from ear to ear. But I hadn't noticed any of those yet as my eyes had been drawn to her head which was now as bald as an egg. Gone were the short curly locks she'd left for work with that morning and in their place was a shiny white dome - her head had been shaved to the bone.

"Oh my fucking God, Cindy - what have you done? Jesus fucking Christ, I don't believe this."

Rubbing her head, Cindy gave me that grin again and said " I knew you'd like it - I told Mandy and the others you would."

"Like it! Can you be fucking serious for one minute? You walk in here after doing that to your head and I'm not meant to be upset? What the fuck is wrong with you - we're partners remember - did I get even a second thought before you decided to do that? Would a simple phone call have been too much trouble - hello Abi, how's it going - would you object terribly to having a bald girlfriend?"

She was still grinning at me, which was infuriating me even more. "Look, it was an impulse thing. I did think about ringing you, but you'd probably have tried to talk me out of it - besides I wanted it to be a surprise".

"Well you certainly managed that alright! Jeez, I can't believe you've actually shaved your head. Didn't Martha object - surely it can't be good for her business to have one of her staff looking like Britney fucking Spears?"

"It was actually Martha's idea - she thinks it'll be really good for business - thinks it'll attract some new clients. Anyway, I don't care what anyone else thinks - only you Abi. Don't be angry - it's only hair and it'll grow back." Still clutching the wine and chocolates she held out her arms to me - "come and give me a hug and a kiss you horny bitch - I've even brought you some presents." She raised her eyebrows at me, which with her bald head, made her look hilarious. My anger subsided and I moved across the room into her arms. I closed my eyes and kissed her passionately on the lips, staying that way for some time. The wine and chocolates slipped to the floor as she took my hands in hers and moved them to the top of her head. She gently guided them over the top of her scalp and I could feel her shuddering with pleasure as she did so.  Her head was totally smooth, with not a hint of stubble anywhere. I'd never touched a bald head before and the sensation was just awesome - smooth, sleek, shiny, and somehow both hard and soft at the same time. I stroked and rubbed, exploring her head all over with my fingertips, and getting more and more aroused as I did so. We broke apart, gazed knowingly at each other and headed for the bedroom, each of us ripping our clothes off as we went. Thoughts of dinner were forgotten.

Our sex was wonderful, we fucked like there was no tomorrow, exploring each other with an animal passion - frantic at first and then more gently as we sated our desire for each other.  The feeling of her bald head rubbing against my tits was so arousing, and like nothing I'd felt before. But that was nothing compared to the feelings invoked when she began to give me oral. The smoothness of her head against the most sensitive parts of my body was almost total ecstasy. We made love for hours and then just lay together, in contented silence, with me stroking Cindy's head. I gazed at her lying in my arms, her head glistening with sweat, and thought how lucky I was to have her. She was beautiful with or without hair and she was mine. I leaned over and whispered in her ear - "Cindy - you were right - I do like it!" She gave me that grin again, and stated simply "I knew you would."

It was kind of weird having a bald girlfriend, though not in a bad way. People stared at us - or should I say at Cindy - whenever we went out, but I think more from curiosity than anything else. In many ways I felt quite flattered that people were looking at my girlfriend. Our sex continued to be fantastic and we made love most nights. But there was one `side effect' that I hadn't yet discussed with Cindy.

Cindy's new look had awakened something in me and slowly but surely it seemed to be becoming more powerful. I couldn't stop thinking about Cindy now - but it wasn't so much about her, as about her bald head. Morning, noon and night, and whether she was with me or not, I couldn't stop thinking about her head - how cool it looked, the feel of it, the smoothness of it, the sheer sexiness of it. It was starting to become an obsession. I was horrified therefore a couple of weeks later when Cindy told me she intended growing her hair back.  We had gone full circle - it was now me pleading with her to keep it shaved. And then one day, it came to me in a blinding flash - what I had to do to conquer my obsession, and to convince Cindy to stay bald. This time it would be my turn to surprise Cindy. The days were numbered for my shoulder length auburn hair - soon it would be me with the shiny bald head.

Having made the decision to shave my head, I now needed to find somewhere to do it. I was keen to get it over and done with as quickly as possible. I was still obsessed with Cindy's bald head and I was itching to experience how it felt for myself. I was aware of a barber's shop about three blocks from the apartment and so it was, that on a Tuesday morning, three weeks after my lover Cindy had shaved her head, I found myself heading towards a barber shop, intending to do the same. Nervous, excited, anxious, I just couldn't wait to get it done. Within minutes I had reached the shop. I pushed open the door and went in.

Never having been in a barber shop before, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. This place was fairly old, and a little bit dingy - a bit like the guy who was standing behind a large red chair with a cape in his hand. The smell was a weird mix of stale tobacco and menthol, and the whole place looked as though it could have used a lick of paint. Having just arrived, I now couldn't wait to leave - but before that I had a haircut to get. I smiled "Hi" at the old guy and with my hand motioned towards the chair. The old guy leered at me and nodded his head. There was nobody else in the shop.

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I took a seat in the chair and the old guy tied a tissue around my neck and wrapped a large white cape around me. He lifted a brush from the counter and began drawing it through my hair, whilst staring intently at me in the mirror. "What are we doing then?" he finally asked.

Suddenly my mouth was dry and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. All of a sudden this no longer seemed like a good idea. In my mind I could see myself mumbling something about `making a mistake' and pulling the cape off to leave. But just as suddenly, that image was gone and I heard myself say " I want it all off."

The old guy raised his eyebrows and I waited for him to ask me if I was sure or for him to try to talk me out of it. But that never happened - either he was used to women asking him to cut all their hair off, or he was about to teach me a lesson for asking for something I really didn't want or wandering into his shop by mistake. Whatever the reasons, his only words were "stubble or skin?"

Without a moments hesitation I replied "skin - I want it totally smooth."

"Guess you're serious then, huh?" he said as he busied himself at the counter below the mirror. I was really nervous now as I waited for him to start. With Cindy being a hairdresser, I'd spent quite a bit of time in her salon and I was used to seeing different types of clippers. But as the old guy turned towards me he was holding the biggest pair of clippers I had ever seen. They were black and shiny and from where I sat they looked massive. I could see him adjusting the setting of the blades as he moved towards me, and with a roar they burst into life.

I still half expected him to ask me if I was sure or give me a last chance to change my mind, but he obviously had no intention of doing so as he ploughed the enormous clippers into my hair starting at my forehead. My hair was no match for those clippers and seemed to just melt away as he mowed a wide white stripe down the centre of my head. Strands of auburn hair fell into my lap, contrasting sharply against the whiteness of the cape. The clippers were enormously powerful and I could tell the old barber was well practiced in using them as he worked expertly to remove the bulk of my hair, which was now raining down on to the cape. I'd expected more of a pulling sensation from the clippers as they detached the hair from my head, but I didn't feel anything like this - indeed it was almost as if someone was running a light brush over my head. Within minutes almost all of my hair was in my lap or on the floor and the clippers had done their work. As the barber moved over to the counter I raised a hand from beneath the cape and rubbed it over my head. I was almost bald - only the very shortest of stubble remained and my head felt like very fine sandpaper. I loved the feel of it and I could feel my sexual juices begin to flow and my nipples harden as I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked really weird - a small white head poking out of an oversized cape. I couldn't wait to be smooth.

The old guy held a towel over my eyes and then began spraying my head with hot water, which felt wonderful. He then wrapped a warm towel around my head, leaving it in place for at least a couple of minutes. He didn't try to make conversation while doing this but just busied himself getting ready for the shave. Having removed the towel, he placed some warm gel on my head, spreading it around into a very fine lather. He then took an ominous looking straight razor and gently began pulling it over my head in short fine strokes. Again I could tell he was expert in doing this as he worked rapidly but expertly to remove the last traces of very fine stubble from my head. I was becoming more and more aroused now, but I was determined not to climax here in this chair. As the barber removed the stubble I could see the whiteness of my scalp shining through. He continued to work in short, fine strokes and when he'd finished shaving me once, he lathered me up again and completed the process a second time. With each stroke, his hand would rub the piece of scalp that had just been shaved in order to ensure complete smoothness. I suspected that this guy was a bit of a perfectionist and proud of his haircuts. I knew therefore that my head would be totally smooth when he'd finished. Minutes later I watched him lift a bottle of lavender oil and placing a few drops on the top of my head, he used both hands to massage it into my scalp. All that remained was for him to remove the cape and tissue and to brush some stray hairs from around my neck and shoulders. I detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he said to me "see if that's smooth enough for you."

I knew it would be but couldn't wait to run my hands over my newly shaved head. I felt as though I'd received a jolt of electricity as my hand touched my scalp for the first time. Even though I'd been used to rubbing Cindy's head for the last few weeks, this was different, this was me, and it felt even more wonderful than I'd anticipated. It was a sensational feeling - like touching polished glass, and as I looked at my image in the mirror I could see the fluorescent lights of the shop reflected in my head. I was aware of the old guy staring at me, and felt sure he knew that this was making me really horny. Having achieved what I'd set out to do, I was keen to get out of here and return home to do something about the feelings I had. Thanking him for the haircut, I handed over twenty dollars and a ten dollar tip and left the shop.

I couldn't wait to get home and was glad I had chosen somewhere so close to the apartment. Stopping only to grab some wine and some chocolates, I was home in under ten minutes. I'd been rubbing my head most of the way back, and now I continued to do so whilst also removing my clothes. I was as horny as hell and having undressed I made my way to the bathroom. Staring at the `new me' in the mirror I rubbed one hand over my head whilst stroking my clitoris with the other. I came within seconds but continued rubbing and stroking until I'd climaxed again. I then stepped into the shower, letting the warm water caress my head as it washed away my sexual juices.

I spent the rest of the day pleasuring myself with some of the sex toys Cindy and I shared, ultimately awaiting her return. I dressed in my sexiest outfit and as I heard her enter the apartment, I grabbed the wine with one hand, the chocolates with the other, stepped from the bedroom and yelled "surprise!"

Her reaction was fantastic - she screamed with delight, rushed across the room to hug me and yelled "Abi, you crazy, crazy bitch - you look adorable. Gimme a feel of that head." We kissed passionately, hugged, and then ran our hands over each other's heads - two baldies exploring each other as if for the very first time. Somehow I knew that the sex between us would be exquisite tonight. Only this time, in our hunger for each other, we didn't even make it to the bedroom.

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