Early Summer Headshave by Shaved Boy

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It was the start of early summer. The temperatures were rising and the end of school was near.
My mom after school took me to the local barbershop to get a haircut for summer.
This was normal and I actually enjoyed receiving haircuts. i had always liked shorter hair unlike other 9 year olds.
We walked in and the lady barber that ran the shop was in the back room doing what i presumed was organizing.
My mom and i took a seat on the bench and waited for the barber to come out and greet us.
Eventully she appeared from the back and she and my mom exchanged pleasentries.
Then the barber asked me to hop up in the chair.
I paced myself as i walked to the chair to hide my excitment.
I always liked the process of getting a haircut. The clippers running my head, and the cool breeze that followed were very nice.
I sat in the cushioned chair and the lady barber wisked the cape around me and closed it tight around my neck.
The barber was an older lady in her 50s and she was always really nice.
Eventully she was ready to start the cut and asked my mom what haircut i was to get.
My mom was on her phone until then and she looked at the barber and said "just shave him down good for the summer".
My mom had always told the barber to give me a buzzcut in the past. She never told the barber to shave me.
I immediantly got nervous but i didnt show any emotion.
The barber lady just grabbed her silver cordless clippers from their charging station and clicked off the guard that was on them.
She placed the guard on the counter and placed her left hand on the top of my head and gently pushed my chin to my chest.
The clippers clicked to life and i felt contact at the base of my neck. She slowly buzzed up the back of my head all the way to the top.
Even though she wasnt pressing hard with the clippers i couls feel the teeth of the machine dig slightly at my skin.
It was a new feeling and it made me very nervous.
She and my mom started a conversation while the barber continued shaving the back of my head bald.
Alot of hair was tumbling down my shoulders in balls and hitting the floor. I got a pit in my stomach watching my hair fall.
Then she started on my sides. She buzzed up my sideburn clear to the crown of my head. I still couldnt see the mirror the way she ahd the chair and my head positioned.
She continued buzzing the entirity of my right side down to fuzz being careful not to nick my ear.
Then she did the same to the left continuing to chat with my mom while shaving my head.
Then when she was done with the left side she placed the clippers on my forehead and pushed them quickly back over my head.
She quickly sent the clippers to the left of the strip she just shaved and went for another pass.
After multiple passes over the entirety of my head she turned off the clippers and set them on the counter.
The lady barber told my mom she'd be back in a sec and disappeared into the back room. My mom just returned to looking at her phone.
I finally got a look in the mirror and my hair was the shortest it had ever been! it was just scalp with some peach fuzz on it.
The barber returned quickly with another pair of clippers. These were the trimmers she used to clean up my neck like normally.
Seeing these i knew the haircut was over. I was relieved.
Then something unexpected happened. She placed the trimmers in the middle of my forehead and ran them over the top of my head to the back of my head.
She continued to quickly run the trimmers over my entire head to reduce my fuzz to mere sandpaper. I couldnt believe the small amounts of hair continuing to fall off my head.
After 2 minutes she turned off the trimmers and placed them on the counter.
She dusted me off and removed the cape. I started to get off the chair and then the lady barber said to stay sitting for a few more minutes.
I didnt question it. My mom simply asked "you have more for him?". The barber responded "it isnt a headshave without taking him to skin with the razor."
I did not expect to be given a razor headshave and i dont think my mom did either but she seemed like she wanted me to get it anyway.
The lady barber tucked a towel in my collor and preceeded to wrap my head in a warm towel and disappeared to the back of the shop again.
She came back and undid the towel around my head. Then she took some lather out of a machine and spread it on my entire head.
Then she took out a straight razor and placed it on the crown at the back my head and took a long stroke foward to my forehead.
She cleaned the blade and proceeded to take all the remaining hair off the top of my head. Then she did the back and then the sides.
She gently shaved all the hair off my entire head. Leaving me with just pale skin.
After she shaved my entire head she lathered me up a second time.
This time she placed the razor on my forehead and scraped my scalp back to the crown.
She told me "youll feel like a new man after having your head shaved to skin."
My mom just laughed and said it looks nice.
She continued shaving until she felt no more resistence on my head.
Then she gently massaged a lotion on my smooth skinned head and then brushed powder on it.
Then she removed the towel around my neck and said "there you go, all that beautiful hair of yours is gone". She always said my hair was nice.
I walked back to the waiting chair as my mom paid.
As we walked to the car my mom said that i looked good with it shaved and said sorry if it was traumatic.
I just mumbled "its okay" and got in the car.
Truth was that i kinda liked having it shaved and not having an escape option. But i would never let on to that.
The next day at school my friends were shocked.
When the teacher saw me with my headshaved she said she liked it and eventully told my mom to keep me shaved until school started next fall.
So every tuesday my mom took me to get my stubble shaved down to skin for the entirety of summer. And I grew to like it.

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