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- Fresh Stubble -


[This is my first story, hope you like it / It may be continued]


I can clearly remember my first buzzcut, how curious and scared I was about it. It was somewhere in summer when I realized how good men look when the got their hair shaved short. Secretly craving this kind of haircut on myself, I never really dared to let it get cut. I was afraid of how people would look at me or even judge me. Yeah, other people's opinions can sometimes destroy confidence. So I kept my simple business-like haircut for a long time.

Once, when I was in city, I walked past a group of four teenagers. One of them caught my attention. The guy pulled off a buzzcut and he did it really well. The other boys seemed to like it, they rubbed his head and told him how they liked the change on him. Apparently he got it cut recently. He wasn't criticized by them at all. He looked so good, his hair was probably only ¼ inch long. It intrigued me. "Why am I not brave enough to do it as well?” I asked myself in thought.

Later the day, I was browsing through different blogs and videos about buzzcuts on the internet. The topic didn't leave my head but this time, I was convinced. I wanted to have a buzzcut – and that as soon as possible. Because it was weekend and I had no plans for the next day, I came up with the snap idea to go to a barber shop the following morning. Highly motivated I set an alarm for 8:00 am with the label "BUZZCUT” in capital letters. In hope that the night would pass faster, I went to sleep. But that did not work as I expected, I was too excited and nervous to sleep. I couldn't get the thought out of my head but eventually managed to close my eyes.

The loud and warbling sounds created by my phone made me wake up. I glanced at the display and a grin formed on my lips knowing what will happen. Faster than usual, I dressed myself and got ready. I put on a gray hoodie and some dark jeans. My parents were still sleeping as I silently vanished through the front door. Like everybody else, they had no clue what I was about to do. After I leaped onto my bike, I set off to the nearest barber. My confidence kept growing with every bit I got closer to the shop.

It was empty, I might have been the first customer that day. I leaned my bicycle against the wall, took a deep breath and opened the door. A little bell was ringing to let the barber know somebody was coming in. He smiled at me and told me that I can already seat myself in one of the chairs. I did so and he followed me a few minutes later. While the barber was putting a cape around my neck, he asked what he should do for me. "I'd like to get a buzzcut, please.” I replied looking straight into the mirror. "Buzzcut, huh? Kinda shake-up. But how short do you want me to cut it?” the tall man answered. Thinking of the guy I saw in the city, I said that I would like to have a quarter of an inch left afterwards.

The barber was like "okay, let me start” and brushed the clippers on which he put a 0.25 guard then. To his question "Are you ready?” I replied with a simple and confident nod. Only a couple of seconds later I felt the cold clipper machine being placed on my scalp and pulled backwards to my neck, revealing a light stripe of really short hair. I could see my skin shining a little through and wanted to see what it would look like when the barber finished. He continued shaving the apparatus over my head. My hair poured down like rain and hit the tiled floor. And with every chop that fell, my head felt a little lighter. After about five minutes he was finally done and I finally got to take a look at my new hairstyle. I was shocked how different I looked. But not in a bad way, in a very positive way.

I ran my hand over my stubbly head and it felt so good caressing it. "You like it right?” the barber asked me probably having realized my broad grinning. "I'm glad you enjoy your new look.” he added later. And I really enjoyed it, I probably never have been more self-confident before. The way my face shape was enhanced and how more masculine it made me look just stunned me. The cape was removed by the barber and I got up to pay him before I left the shop.

Walking out the door, the fresh air felt amazing breezing over my head. The wind and the temperature felt way more intense, now that no thick hair was covering my scalp. It was still rather early, about 9:30 am, but I jumped on my bike and headed back home. Again, the airstream was fantastic and the feeling got better the faster I got. I was free, I had a buzzcut.

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