The new outfit (Part 2) by KF_NDN

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This is the sequel of "The new outfit"


Meanwhile I realized that I wouldn't be the same person who didn't know what the day would bring that morning. After many years I had decided to change my look spontaneously. It would be the first summer after a long time without my shoulder-length Jesus hairstyle. How would that feel? Instead of blow-drying my hair every morning I would only have to style my quiff. I liked the idea. I would only need a little time in the bathroom for simply styling my quiff. In any case, I would take pictures of myself afterwards and put them in my online profile. I had no idea how people would react to my new look, but the good news for me was I already knew what I would look like later. Due to the handsome guy who left the hair salon in a top styled way a few minutes ago I could trust that nothing could go wrong. I got butterflies in my stomach.

My hairdresser said: "You know, this is going to be a pretty radical change. Once I start, there's no going back. You're sure you want all your hair cut off?"

"Absolutely sure! The guy before looked absolutely perfect. It seems to be a hot summer this year. I guess I have to do this now, unless you say it makes me look stupid."

"Absolutely not. In half an hour, you'll be unrecognizable any longer. But you're a brave and determined guy who knows what he wants. I suggest I leave the hair a bit longer at the top than the sides. But if your hair is still too long for you, I can bring it to the same length like the lad who inspired you, okay?"

Was he more excited than me? Rarely has anyone made such an effort with me. What a nice hairdresser. I knew I could trust him. He tried so hard with me. I couldn't wait any longer and I said to him "Okay, got it. Just go ahead, I trust you."

Meanwhile, a helper brought some clothes. Obviously the other boys had also decided for the Deal of the Day, since there was a huge mountain of clothes coming. The assistant said he'd bring the rest in a minute because he couldn't wear it all at once. I'm relieved to hear that since the things I could see must have been brought for other customers.

My hairdresser just said, "Okay, I'll start now. Don't be frightened by the noise. I take the clippers for cutting your hair shorter step by step. Since you have thick and curly hair it is easier to use the clippers than scissors. You'll get used to it in future anyway. With one click I suddenly heard a humming sound wich was strange for me. I saw the boys on the waiting bench looking curiously in my direction. My hairdresser began to lift strands of hair at the side with the comb and began to shortening my long locks. I couldn't remember the sound of a hair clipper in my ears. I was glad it finally started and how easy it was to make my decision, even though I hadn't planned to get a new look this morning.

More and more hair fell on the cape.I was really amazed about the mountain of hair although the haircut had just begun. I noticed my head was getting lighter. It felt good. Soon the hair no longer touched my shoulders. I noticed that my ears were no longer covered by hair either. The guy whose hairstyle I wanted to have wore the sides really short. I wondered how it would feel. It couldn't last much longer. Meanwhile the customer next to me was finished with his hairstyle. He had also ordered blue jeans and a polo shirt, but he had also ordered white sneakers, which looked very good. Meanwhile the second guy was also done and took some shorts and a shirt from the pile of clothes. Apart from a white polo shirt I couldn't see anything of my order, the rest must have been ordered for others. But I was quite relaxed since I had the confirmation all my clothes would be available.

My hairdresser tousled my hair with his hand, laughed happily and said: "Well, buddy, the first step has already been taken. Head down please, now your sides will come off." He started the with the clippers at the bottom of my neck and running them up quite high. Then he repeated the whole thing several times. Wow, that felt cool. I found he went really high with the clippers but he seemed to be very precisely and knew what he was doing. After all, the guy who trust him before me had come out of the shop perfectly styled. In the meantime more customers came into the shop and took a seat on the waiting bench.

As my head was pressed down, I couldn't see them. I noticed that one of them seemed to be kind of excited, while his buddy was totally chilled and happy. My hairdresser was focused on my hair the whole time, but was very experienced. He looked over to the two guys and asked: "You(?!) here? Now I'm not sure what you're up to." The guy replied: "I was able to convince my friend to get the same look as me." My barber just laughed and said, "Holy s**t. There's another one. You seem to have quite a fan base today." The mountain of hair on the cape and on the floor kept rising.

In the meantime my left side has been buzzed down. The hairdresser became faster and faster and always made a sweeping movement at the end of each path, throwing the buzzed hair through the air. In the meantime the assistant came by with the rest of my stuff. One of the two boys on the waiting bench seemed to like the clothes. He asked "Wow, are those for me?" But his buddy just said, "Certainly not. You haven't told them your size yet." The assistant said in our direction, he'd finished the list now. Since he didn't know what my favorite color for the laces is, he would have brought several colors to choose from. If we need more help we should call him.

My hairdresser started to cut my hair at the top into shape by using a comb and clippers. In the past my hair was always cut with scissors. Although my hairdresser was about my age, he was so experienced and focused with the hair clippers that he could do my hair without scissors. I already knew his technique led to a perfect result at the customer before me. It felt very pleasant to feel that my quite long hair getting shorter and shorter. But I didn't notice all of that because everyone was now concentrating on my shoes, which distracted me from what was happening to my hair.

The two boys had an excited conversation with each other. In the meantime I could look straight ahead again directly into the camera. suddenly I saw the guy whose hairstyle I ordered coming straight towards the shop entrance. He went to one of the other hairdressers and told him that the fat is in the fire in the store now and that they would probably make the turnover of the year today. After all I now knew my idol was apparently working here in the store. I couldn't get enough of him and watched him as good as it was possible while getting my haircut.

It felt right for me now to change my look today. I was really happy beeing in the right place at the right time and met the young guy some minutes before. Without this fortune I might have stayed the same as before. Somehow it was totally exciting to feel I was just underway on the journey to my new me while so many people were so interested in watching me. It was a great feeling to see how much effort my hairdresser put into creating a trendy quiff hairstyle from my lion's mane.

Although I could not believe that the huge mountain of hair on the cape should just come from my head, I was not afraid of the result. There was no reason to. I didn't have a mirror at the moment, but the guy who was responsible for my spontaneous decision to transform myself into his double, was standing directly opposite to my barber chair. He looks exactly what I would look like soon. My head felt lighter than it had felt long time. My barber carefully turned it to the side. I suddenly felt electrified. What a strange feeling not to have that long hair anymore. The two boys on the waiting bench discussed for whom the clothes should be for. My hairdresser interrupted them and said: "All these things are for my customer here. I told you, you seem to have a fan club. This young man came in here some minutes ago wanting exactly the outfit like your buddy. Now look at the floor, his hair was really long." I looked after the handsome guy who was leaving the barbershop again and concentrated my view on the pile of clothes again. Suddenly I was completely confused. The clothes didn't really look like the ones I had ordered. I started to wonder why did my barber tell the guys on the waiting bench I want to look like one of them, even though the guy whose look I'm copying right now, just walked out of the store a few seconds ago? It seems he was teasing them and I guess he thought they'd believe him.

I had to grin because my hairdresser seemed to be a pretty funny guy and I was having a good time. But suddenly I was in a trance when my hairdresser stroked my head with his hand. It felt completely different than before, when he was tousling through my hair and talking about the first step being done. When he blew over my head a shiver ran down my back. What was that? He fixed my head an told me to hold still while he had to cut the contours before he would be finished with my haircut. He took another clipper and came closer directly to my forehead. He put the blades several times at my hairline while one of the two boys said: "You know what? This guy is so much braver than you! He didn't even know me, had a mane like a lion before sitting on the chair and turned into a skinhead in front of the cameras where everyone can see him." I looked towards the waiting bench and thought I heard wrong. In front of me sat a slim, attractive guy with hair shaved down to the woods, white polo shirt, bleached blue jeans, lace up boots and next to him was a flight jacket. I just couldn't understand why they were pretending to talk about me. Now they probably want to fool my barber. My throat got really dry. Then my barber took a brush and brushed over my head. I felt like I was completely electrified. He said, "Well, buddy, let me get you a mirror and show you your baldie. As I said before I didn't cut it all to the same length. I completely took off the sides and buzzed the top with the #1 attachment. But I of course I can buzz the top completely to zero just like I did on your new friend before. You can tell me what you prefer.

I heard every word and yet I did not understand it. I took the mirror from my barber and looked in the mirror. I didn't understand what I was seeing. My sides were completely bald! On top there were only tiny brown stubbles. I was completely overwhelmed. Instead of the desired quiff I only saw a field of stubbles. All I could say was "WooooufFW!" I rubbed my hand over my head and couldn't stop doing it. It felt like sandpaper. Then my barber said: "Okay, looks like you like it! Let's turn off the cameras. Put on your new clothes and take another look at yourself in the mirror. I would leave it like that, but if you intend to get the Zero Skinhead look like your buddy, I can fix it.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. How was that possible? No wonder my barber had warned me so many times. He had just shaved the skinhead's head before me, which means that the bald guy must have come out of the shop just before the cutie did. He was the last real customer before me. My real idol wasn't a customer at all, just a store clerk. How should I have known that?

Everybody in the store was now urging me to put on my new clothes. Right next to the barbershop was a changing room. I took off my old clothes first. Then I put on the bleached jeans first. They fit perfectly. Next I put on the white polo shirt. It was an eerie feeling to slip into the shirt with my almost bald scalp. Next I put on the boots and looked at the mirror. I could hardly believe what I saw. I looked into the mirror but in front of me stood a young man with a shorn head. I did not know the person but also it was clear to me that I saw myself. Half an hour ago an inconspicuous nerd entered this store. The nerd would not longer be able to leave the store. I would make my way home as a skinhead. How could I explain that to my people? I didn't have the slightest idea. I packed up my stuff and went back to the barbershop. My hairdresser was busy shaving the hair of one of the two boys from his head with a hair clipper. His bald friend stood at the mirror and stroked his bald head with his hand until he saw me coming into the shop from behind and turned to me. He looked at me and said: "Hey Bro! I didn't have to convince you, but I had to convince my friend here." I looked at him and saw his buddy move his hand up from under the cape and rub his hand over his freshly shorn skull.

The boy continued rubbing his head and said: "I'm about to lose my f***ing hair!" He was happy. Three bald heads in one day. I looked at myself again in the mirror and found that the new clothes fitted perfectly to my bald head. The next customer next to us got a haircut cape put on. He had a similar hairstyle as I actually wanted to have. The sides were already cut very short. On top he had a great styled quiff, which he just passed through with his hand. His hairdresser asked him how he wanted his hair cut. He replied: "This all has to come off. I want the same skinhead look as the three boys got right now. Take it down to the wood without any attachment." Is that possible?" The hairdresser said, "What? You've got the perfect haircut. "Why do you want it all off?" He answered: "Cause we saw the video downstairs. I asked my boyfriend if he'd be brave enough to shave his head bald. He said, "If you do it first, I'll do it." ...

"I did not expect you were going to do it!" came from a young voice from the background. "We turned around and saw a gorgeous guy. He had hazel eyes, black, half-long hair, wearing a tank top and shorts. It was hard to believe that I was the trigger for him to shave his bald head as well. But unlike me, these guys really knew they would leave the shop as skinheads from the beginning.

I just still had no idea how to answer the many questions I would be asked but I still liked what I saw in the mirror.

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