What Could Go Wrong? by burrlypup

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Trent was furious! He had asked his stylist for a trim, not a scalping! His face was red hot as he examined the damage - over three inches cut off! He grunted as he smoothed his long hair into a manbun, which was absolutely breathtaking before that idiot stylist nearly hacked it all off. What would have happened had he not jolted out of the chair and left when he did? Trent stroked his dark brown hair trying not to think such unpleasant thoughts.

Most infuriating was the back and sides - instead of a gradual fade, the idiot stylist had shorn the back and sides brutally to the skin! It looked so amateurish, and would take weeks to grow out long enough to have the cut corrected.

Despite receiving many compliments on his haircut, Trent spent the next two weeks looking forward to having it fixed. He would go on and on to his friends about the incompetency of the stylist and how he could have done a better job himself. That's when his friend cut in, "Well, why don't you just trim it yourself? Can't be that hard and you're super talented." The ego boosting hit dangerous levels when another friend complimented Trent on his immaculately trimmed beard - that settled it! Trent decided he would keep his beautiful hair safe from incompetent stylists by trimming it himself.

Trent ordered a haircutting kit and a tri-folding mirror so he could see the back of his head. He tied his hair up tightly. When he was all set up and ready to go, he placed the #2 guard on the clippers and began trimming the hair on the sides of his head - but his hair was shorter than a #2. It was a bit anti-climactic. Trent replaced the guard with a #1 and trimmed the lower section of his neck and sideburns. The sensation was really enjoyable, and before he realized what he was doing he had trimmed the back and sides to an even #1. With the clippers still hot and covered in his dark stubble, he took the guard off and carefully edged the back straight across - until his hand slipped!

A chill ran down his spine as he surveyed the damage - a huge swath had been buzzed tight in the back. "I can fix this!" Trent told himself confidently. He began to blend the lower part in around the back and sides, and it was starting to look almost right. It was like a duel, everytime he evened out a section, it seemed like he needed to even out another. When it was 'okay' looking, Trent set down the clippers and washed his head under the shower.

Upon closer inspection after drying, Trent noticed more uneven spots and buzzed them even. For some reason, he was aroused and the hot clippers rubbing against his head proved more enjoyable than he could have ever imagined. He went higher with the clippers, obliterating the blending he had worked on for nearly 30 minutes. "Well, I'll just clipper shave the back and sides. People said that looked great, and I won't be paying a stylist this time." Trent told himself as he continued to buzz.

It took another five minutes, but he had buzzed his sides as tightly as the stylist had 2 weeks prior. His hands surveyed every area searcing for an uneven tuft. No such luck. Trent couldn't sense how impulsive he was being, not even after lathering the back and sides of his head and pulling a razor up his nape. That set him off! Stroke after stroke, he removed the micro-stubble left by the clippers. It felt amazing clearing the back and sides, down to smooth skin.... until the tricky part posed itself like an intimidating STOP sign - shaving a clean line around his manbun.

"Piece of cake!" Trent guffawed, while feeling the back of his smooth head. It was so intoxicating, as he rubbed his fingers along the border of his bun in the back of his head, he got a wild idea. He always liked the look of a topknot, and trimming the back higher - over his crown - would look amazing. He was a handsome fellow, he could pull it off, and the subconscious thought of buzzed more of his head silently pushed him to seal the deal. Trent slowly and carefully parted his hair, debating how high he should buzz and shave. He could section it at his crown, or above. Impulsively, he sectioned it above the crown. Trent carefully sectioned his hair and tied it up, leaving long unbound sections falling freely to just below his shoulders. He took up scissors and snipped around his head, the long fringe falling to the floor. Trent winced a little, seeing his gorgeous hair in such a state, but carried out the job with the clippers.

Half an hour later, Trent was ecstatic. He had buzzed the back up above his crown and shaved it clean, and it was perfectly even. He took a long shower, longer than usual since he couldn't keep his hands off of the freshly shaved back and sides. He ran some conditioner through his long manbun and called it a night after he cleaned up the bathroom, though he made a few trips back to admire his handiwork and hot new look.

The next morning, Trent woke up and reached up to feel his head - a disappointment. It had stubbled over while he slept! When he stroked down, it was smooth but returning up it felt scratchy. 'I can shave it quickly, no biggie,' he thought, and soon he was in the bathroom shaving. As he shaved up towards the hairline on the side, he clumsily shaved too high - the sharp razor had shaved an inch-wide strip an inch above his temple.

"Oh God!" Trent shouted. The blood rushed out of his face as he realized the severity of his accident. He undid his manbun and the chunk of hair missing was still noticeable with his hair down. A lock of long hair slipped onto the floor. Other than a lame mohawk, there weren't any options, his manbun had a huge divot SHAVED near the front. Trent was so angry at himself! Without thinking, he placed the razor at his forehead and pulled back, instantly regretting the move. Now there was a huge chunk shaved in front and no denying the next step.

The clippers came to life again. Trent ran them over his head until his manbun was buzzed from his head. He couldn't believe his eyes, or the feeling of stubble on top of his head. He gently felt the shaved patch in front and knew he had to razor his whole head just as smooth. He lathered his head, noticing how low his hairline was since he had to rub the lather just an inch above his eyebrows. Without hesitation, Trent placed the razor at his forehead and pulled it back to his crown, revealing a pink-white scalp. With five strokes, he had cleared the lather, and felt his head for rough areas and shaving them until his head was completely free of hair. It felt alarming and calming simultaneously, as he stroked the top of his head with the razor, where his cherished manbun was just moments before. A tear formed as Trent looked at his bald head, adorned only with wisps of shaving cream.

He rinsed his head and dried it, but couldn't bear to look upon the final result. His blue eyes bulged as he gazed at his bald head in the mirror. His smooth white scalp gave the illusion of a pink swim cap, worsened by the fact he had such a low hairline. He was handsome with the topknot, but the bald head stripped all that attractiveness away. He looked very plain. In a fit of rage, he threw the clippers into the trashcan, along with the remains of his manbun. Rather than go for his morning run, Trent jumped back into bed and felt his bald head, hoping he would wake up and it was just a nightmare.

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A few hours later, Trent woke up and felt his head. Smooth, slightly rubbery and round. He sighed deeply and got up for a run. He picked up his hat, but then tossed it on his bed. 'I should tan this before anyone sees me,' he thought as he headed out into the sun.

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