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I will never forget how a hairdresser changed my life forever.

I had walked past her in the salon on the way to and from work on a daily basis.  I had noticed her, how pretty her smile was, how her hairstyle suited her and how big her eyes looked.  I liked her laugh and that bewitching wry smile I ocassionally saw her crack.

She once saw me looking and I had to look away- I felt myself blush as I quickened my walking pace.

My hair had been straight, slightly-pinkyred tinted brown coloured hair down to my armpits for as long as I could remember but now I was approaching the proper adulthood of thirty years old and I needed to make a change so I made an appointment at the only local salon- her salon.  They squeezed me in as her last appointment of the day. 

She welcomed me with that bewitching smile I had seen her welcome so many clients before me with and our eyes locked.  I had to look away.  I felt a chemistry, something I had never felt before but nothing I could place my finger on- like a jolt of electricity in the air.

She softly placed a cape on me then lead me through the salon through another door to the back. 

"I thought that you'd be more comfortable here."  I smiled back.

"So, what are we doing today?" 

I was speechless, lost in the moment as she combed my hair from root to tip feeling the electrical charge again when the comb she was holding touched my back. 

"Uh......" She smiled bewitchingly at my reflection.  "I've seen you looking....." I blushed.  "I er...... need a change.  It hasn't been cut for ages.....uh...."

I felt my cheeks growing red.

"What do you suggest?" 

She analysed me in the mirror.  There was a pregnant silence as I felt awkward. 

"Do you trust me?" she finally said.  I felt my mouth grow dry.  

"I think that you could afford to go really short, would you mind?"  Then she turned and looked me straight in the eye, rather than my reflection, un-nerving me yet again. 

"You trust me" she said laughing more in a statement than a question. 

"So, let's get started." 

It was then I saw her tray of tricks. 

Our isolation was shattered when someone came in.

"You OK to lock up, yeah?  Everyone else has gone."

"Sure." she replied.

A jolt ran through me as I saw my cheeks redden in the mirror as I realised that me and her will really be alone.  I noticed her notice but pretend not to. 

The door closed firmly behind the girl.  "Ah, that's better."  She finally put me at my ease.

Before I know what she was doing she leaned forward towards me, in front of the mirror, under the pretence of arranging my front hair in front of my face, and placed her hand gently but decisively at the top of my thigh.  A small gasp in-voluntarily escaped my lips.  I swear that I saw a wry smile one her face, the one that I recognised, but quickly any trace was gone.

Her hand slowly moved to pick something up then she was back but this time it was definitely no accident as she gently stroked my thigh upward until she stopped just short of my vagina, her hand was now under my skirt. 

"I knew that you wanted me" she said with that bewitching smile.  I felt myself grow red again as I could not meet her gaze.  She still had the object in her hand. 

"I can change you for the better."

I could feel her warm breath on my face.  I gasped as I suddenly felt her finger inside my vagina for the first time. 

"Oh yes, you really do want this don't you?"  I closed my eyes.  I couldn't respond. I suddenly heard a low humming.  Suddenly her finger started to move.

My nipples grew erect, then I realised what the low humming was- in a hairdressers salon- of course it was the clippers.  Her movement started to step up a gear.  I was starting to get wet, all over her finger.  She leant forward and I felt the metal vibrations touch my head down the centre of my forehead.  I was shocked, more by her using the clippers on my head than by her sexual advances.  She pushed the clippers over the top of my head right down to my neck the other side. 

"Do you want me to continue?" 

I don't know to which she referred but I didn't really want her to stop either.  I liked both sensations but had never considered having my hair so short. "Oh yes!"  I managed to croak. 

Then her finger found my clitoris and I let my body vibrate to her rhythm as I felt her move the clippers around my head.  I lost track of which direction.  I heard animal noises coming out of my mouth.  I didn't care anymore. 

Finally the shaving of my head was over and appeared easier and her finger in my vagina slowed down.  I regulated my breathing and opened my eyes.  She was smiling at me cheekily.  "Hello." 

I reddened again.  I saw her head.  It was soaking, it was then that I realised that she had given me my first multiple orgasm.  She wiped her hand on a nearby towel then threw it onto a pile of capes in the corner. 

"You liked that, didn't you?  Well, we're not done yet."

Now I was confused until she went back to her tray of tricks and picked up a spray can.  It was then that I came back to the reality of the situation as my reflection caught my eye.  I was completely bald.  She sprayed into her hand- shaving foam.  I was stunned, still taking in my new reflection.  I glanced at my tresses strewn all over me and the floor. 

Her hands felt nice on my head as she spread the foam.  My reflection started to smile.  I actually suited being bald.  She was a good hairdresser.

She reached for a disposable razor on her tray of tricks.  Now was my time to act.  I placed my hand gently on her bosom and whispered two words.  "Kiss me."

Holding the disposable razor she closed her eyes, I felt her lips, dry on mine but tender yet growing hard as my tongue started to move inside her mouth.  She suddenly pulled away.  I looked at her.  There were tears in her eyes. 

"That's the first time anyone has done that."

I pecked her gently on the lips. 

"Maybe afterwards we could have dinner?" I suggested. 

She smiled that bewitching smile and started to scrape my head with the razor, leaving me to contemplate everything.  This was no accident.

I had been watching her since she started here.  It had never felt right whenever I had been with men.  Nobody had ever given me an orgasm much less than a multiple orgasm.  I always did that myself with guilty thoughts of Angelina.  And this from the woman I had allowed to shave my head.  If only my colleagues knew about me, I suppose they would now well unless I said something to them about why.  I realised that I didn't care if they wanted to label me a lesbian I could cope with that. 

"So, what's your name?"  She turned the lights off and we headed to dinner.

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