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Punished and forced headshave by Bobby
I was sleeping in my bed when my dad came in and shook me. He told me it was time to get up. Groggily I got out of bed and put on some shorts and a T-shirt. I went into the bathroom and brushed my wavy chestnut hair. I took a shower and then went downstairs for breakfast. My dad was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Let's get moving he said your hair looks like a birds nest. My dad is the kind of person who hates hair. He thinks I am the same but I am not. We are going to the barber today and you are getting a haircut. I don't want a haircut I said. Too bad dad said back. You have more hair than a girl. Either let the barber give you a #1 buzz cut or let me give you a 00000 buzz cut. I don't want a haircut I told him. I don't care. Fine then we won't go today. But get in the car we have a dentists appointment. We do? I asked. yep he said. I got into the car and we drove. When we went past the dentists office and into the barbershops parking lot I knew he had tricked me. He pushed me through the doors. There was nobody sitting there. Are you here for a cut asked the barber. Yes I said. I walked to the chair and gave my dad the stink eye. I sat down and the barber wrapped a cloth around me. Just a trim I said. My dad was reading the newspaper and didnt seem to notice. So the barber cut my hair leaving my still beautiful hair. That will be $25 said the barber. My dad looked up in surprise at my hair. He handed the guy the money and didn't say anything until we got in the car. Boy I am going to shave your hair shorter than you've ever seen before. I almost had a heart attack. I was scared getting out of the car. My dad let me inside and told me to go to the bathroom. I didnt want to disobey him so I did. He came in holding a briefcase. What are you doing I said. He ignored me and took out an electric clipper. NO dad please! I screamed what guard do you want he asked. STOP I yelled 0 it is then. He dragged the clippers through my hair plowing a straight line of bristles on my head. He did that all around my once lovely head. Tears streamed down my face as he pulled out a bottle of shaving cream. He that put it on my head and dragged a razor over the bristles that still were upon my head. Good he said now you look normal. Also every week you will come into this bathroom and let me shave your head. Every week after that dad would shave the small bristles that had grew on my head. He does this every weekend to this day. Now I know when I go to the barber that I need to get a #1 buzz cut. And that's how it will be until I am in college.