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Crystal made her way up the steps to Blake's apartment. She pulled out the key that Blake had given her only last month. Their relationship had reached a point where keys were exchanged.

The night air was very humid. Crystal ran her fingers through her now-frizzy curls as she quietly made her way inside. It had also been a busy night at work, so that too added stress to those curls. She walked to Blake's study barely making a sound. She was too tired to make much noise.

"Hi, Blake, it's me, " she said in a weary voice. But her eyes were soon fixed on Blake's computer monitor. Blake didn't say a thing or make a movement, almost as if he was stunned.

"What're you looking at, Blake? Some pictures of bald guys like your....hey, wait, those are girls! And they're BALD!"

"Well, uh, you see, babe, er, ah...well, I've got a confession to make...ummm....I've gotten into this hobby, I guess you could call it, of checking out websites with bald girls....um, hope you're not upset...."

"Well, I'm not sure. Could you show me some more?"

"Um, sure."

So Crystal spent some time looking at pictures on the web, some with long to bald makeovers, some with short to bald. As peculiar as Crystal initially thought this fetish was, she was, at the same time, fascinated.

"Wow, some of the girls here are gorgeous, even without hair. In fact, some of them were probably better off without hair. Some of them have beautiful eyes and ears and gorgeous long necks. Their hair is more of a distraction than a compliment."

"Yeah, I feel the same way," Blake agreed. "Listen, I'm gonna fix a sandwich. You want one?"

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good..." But the majority of Crystal's attention was focused on the gorgeous bald girls on the screen. As Blake worked in the kitchen, Crystal got up to use the bathroom. When she turned on the bathroom light, she stared at the frizzy mop she now wore on her head. She pulled at it and looked in disgust, thinking that her short curly do wasn't really that much less work than when she wore it long. But as she also thought back to the bald girls sites, an idea for Blake's birthday popped into her head. She finished using the facilities and made her way back to the study where Blake had her sandwich ready.

"Blake, sweetie, I think I have an idea on how to celebrate your birthday."

"What's that, babe?"

"Well, I'm kinda nervous about the idea, but....I want to give you my hair as a present."

Blake nearly choked on his hoagie "Come again?"

"Yes, I've given it some thought and I'm going to need your support. I think I'll need to call my boss to make sure it's OK. But I'd like to shave my head for you."

"Crystal, are you sure? I mean, I'd very much like to see you bald, but it's got to be your decision. I know you've seen these bald girl sites for the first time, but I don't want them to pressure you into a decision you may regret. At the same time, if you really want to go through with it, I'll support you 100%."

"Hey, I've had over a foot of hair cut off over a year ago. I think I can handle this. Besides, I'm tired of the weather here wrecking my hair. It sucks having curly hair where it's hot and humid."

"True, but you won't have ANY hair if you go through with it."

"Right, but if I don't like it, it wouldn't take too long to grow back."

"OK, OK, it looks like you have your mind set on it. But check with your boss first; I don't want you to lose your job over it."

The next day, Crystal pulled her boss aside and told him of her plans. Surprisingly, he had no objections and actually supported her in her decision.

The day of Blake's birth rolls around and Crystal meets him at the same barber shop where Blake first received and continues to maintain his bald look. She gives him a big birthday kiss. Blake then leads her to the chair where his regular barber is waiting.

"Charlie, this is the young lady I was telling you about. She wants a new look...like mine," Blake grinned.

"Well, you're certainly a brave young lady, " Charlie proclaimed. "And a pretty one, too."

Crystal blushed and gave a nervous smile.

"Well, I'm ready when you are, young lady. Hop up here and we'll get you caped."

Crystal slowly made her way into the barber chair. She turned to Blake with the same nervous smile. Blake smiled back as Charlie wrapped the tissue paper around her neck. She had never had this done to her at her regular stylist, so this odd sensation only increased her nervousness. The cape was then draped over her and Charlie reached for his clippers.

"OK, you sure you want to do this, young lady? You've got awful pretty curls. It's a shame to see them hit the floor." Crystal nodded, biting her lip. Charlie then turned on the clippers and the loud POP caused her to jump and loosen a few tears to flow down her cheek. "OK, here we go, young lady!"

"Stop, Charlie, wait a minute," interrupted Blake. "Can I take her to the back room? I want to talk to her for a minute."

Charlie agreed and turned off his clippers. Blake helped a caped Crystal off the chair and guided her to the back room. They sat down as Blake consoled her.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"I-I-I wanted to make you so happy for your birthday," Crystal sobbed. "But I don't think I can go through with this. I mean, what about my friends, co-workers, my family? What will they think?"

"Oh, Crystal!" Blake held her tight. "I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do. But look at it this way. You don't strike me as the type that worries about what other people think. You proved that when you cut your hair a year ago. But whatever you decide, I'm not going to love you any less. I'd be disappointed that you didn't go though with it, but that doesn't mean we'll be through."

Crystal gave him a smile as she wiped her eyes.

"Listen, Crystal. You've come this far. If you weren't serious about going through with this, you wouldn't be here right now. But I can understand you being nervous; this is a big step. So how about if I give you a few minutes to collect yourself and come out when you're ready. OK?"

Crystal nodded and hugged him. Blake went out to talk to Charlie, assuring him that she'll be OK and to ask if he'll proceed gently with her. Charlie told him not to worry.

Crystal reappeared from the back room and climbed back into the chair. "OK, I'm ready."

"Young lady, I think we'll turn you away from the mirror until we're finished," assured Charlie.

"And don't worry, babe," comforted Blake, "I'll be right here next to you. You can do this!"

The clippers popped on, enough to make Crystal jump, but she was calmer now. Charlie plowed the clippers down the middle as curls tumbled in Crystal's lap. She winced, but she also felt a sigh of relief. She watched the pile of curls get bigger and bigger. She felt her eyes watering a bit, but she maintained her composure. She knew that there was no turning back now. Charlie then stopped the clippers for re-oiling and attachment changing. Crystal reached to feel the tiny hairs on her head. A shimmer ran down her body as she gave Blake a smile. Charlie buzzed her down to the nubs, then ran the clippers on .0000 to reveal silky white skin. When Charlie was finished, he cleaned her off with a brush and turned her around to reveal her newly shorn scalp. She did, in fact, burst into tears, but she announced how happy she was when doing so. She hugged Blake and held him tight.

"Um, Crystal, I'm glad you're happy. So am I. But Charlie isn't finished yet. There's still the razor shave to make it nice and smooth."

"Oh, yes, " Crystal sniffled. "I'm ready to be shaved smooth. I want so much to make you happy today." They kissed and Crystal prepared herself for the hot towel around her head. After a few minutes, it was removed and she was lathered up. Charlie then worked with precision with the straight razor to make her head smooth as silk. He then wiped her down and announced he was finished.

"There we go, young lady. That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Crystal couldn't believe how different she looked. She noticed how nicely shaped her head is, and noticed how much more noticeable her big blue eyes were. She no longer dreaded the results of her decision but rather embraced them. She believed she was more beautiful without the hair that was constantly ravaged by the heat and humidity.

"Oh, Blake, I'm glad I didn't let you down. Look at me!"

"I know, I know. But tell me; are you going to keep up your new look!"

"Oh, yes! I don't have to worry about another bad hair day again if I don't want to."

"Oh, Crystal. You don't know how happy that makes me!" They embraced and kissed for what seemed an eternity. Then Crystal paid Charlie and exited with Blake out the shop, each rubbing each other's scalp. They went out to dinner, neither one minding the stares from other patrons at Blake and Crystal's denuded heads.

On the way back to Blake's apartment, they stopped at a store to pick up several items; a bottle of merlot, some shaving gel, and a Mach III razor. The merlot was to cap off a memorable birthday for Blake; the gel and razor Crystal would use daily to keep up her new look.

The next day, Crystal returned to work. Jaws dropped from many co-workers and patrons at the sight of her shaved head. Some gave her compliments, others asked why. None of their business! Crystal knows why, and she's not about to share it with any of them. If they have a problem with her shaved head, tough! They'd better get used to it, because Crystal's curls are no more....

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