Mistaken And Shaved by Ricky_s

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A/N:( This is my first story here! It's the first time I've written content like this of any kind, I hope you guys enjoy! Please let me know if you want me to write more stories!)



God, I need to get my roots done.

I think to myself as I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. The early morning sunlight streamed through my window as I finish drying my hair. I'd just finished my regular ritual of a hair rinse and cleanse, followed by a trim of all my body hair. I set down my razor and shaving foam as I run my hands through my main. It was a messy mop, almost reaching my shoulders now. I'd been growing it out the last couple years and was really proud of my growth. I'd recently gotten into dying it blonde, but I wasn't the best at doing it myself so I preferred to get a professional do it for me.

I snap on a pair of my lucky white briefs as I stare at myself in the mirror. The way the white contrasted against my tanned skin and my blonde hair, I felt almost like a greek god. I posed and flexed in the mirror, admiring the way my hair twisted and shone. But..something was off. It was definitely the roots. You could see the brown coming back through. I needed to re-dye them.

I checked the time. It was still early, and I had no plans... Why not try and get them done now?

It was a Sunday, so my usual hairdresser's was shut. But I'm sure there were a few around here, right?

I pull on a pair of cargo pants and a tight fitting t-shirt. I loved the way that it hugged my muscles to make them look more accentuated. I really wasn't all that ripped anyway.

That was probably my first mistake.

I checked Google Maps for any available salons. There was only one open near me this early. I shrugged. Why not? Let's do it.

I made my way down to the barber's shop. Looks like army recruiting was happening again, as this salon was offering discounted induction cuts to 'calm the nerves when it comes to the time'. I guess some people would rather get over the initial fear before they're forced to in the induction phase, huh?

I enter the salon tentatively. It was bustling inside. There were about 4 or 5 chairs, all of them full with men clipping away at hair quickly and eagerly. They chatted amongst each other as they did so.

I flopped into a chair next to two young adults, a few years younger than me with long mops of hair. They didn't look too appealed to be here.

When the next client was free, one of the barbers came over. He was handsome, dark skinned with a sharp jaw and an edgy mullet with multiple piercings. He looked to be around my age. "Who's next, then?"

Both of the teens immediately pointed at me. I shrugged and got up, following the barber to the chair.

"So, I was hoping to get my roots touched up-" I realise he's not listening to me as he's chatting amicably to his fellow barber.

I clear my throat so I can get his attention so he doesn't mess up what I wanted. "Hey, so I was hoping-"

He cuts me off. "Yeah yeah, I get it, cutie. You're impatient." He says nonchalantly as he still talks to the barber next to him, fussing about with his tools.

I wait patiently so he's done with his conversation so I can talk. He messes my hair back and forth absent-mindedly as he chats. When he finally turns to me, he combs my hair out as we make eye contact in the mirror.

"Alright cutie, ready for your new cut?"

"Yes, finally! So I was hoping-"

"Alright, say sayonara to those greek-looking' locks!" He yells over me as he places a hand on my shoulder and tilts my head forward.

"Wh-what? What are you-"

I fall silent as I feel the cold hard metal of clippers on my neck as they push from the nape all the way to my crown.

"HEY!" I yell in horror as I see the direct centre of my hairline get buzzed away in the mirror.

"Just calm down dude, it'll be over soon." The barber reassures me as he goes in for another swipe.

"N-no! Stop!" I yell as another long stripe is buzzed into my hair.

"You'll have to get this done sooner or later, dude. Don't be scared of a little induction cut-"

"I'm not a recruit!" I shout.

"Eh?" He stares at me in shock. "You're not? But.. what you're wearing.. and the muscles.. I just assumed.."

I shake my head vigorously in anger, which just causes more of the already sheared hair to fall away, revealing the true extent of the clippers. "No, dude! 'm not! I just wanted to get my roots dyed! to match my hair!"

The barber stares down at my hair with his own look of horror. "Well.. there's not really any roots to get done now.. Not when half your hair is gone."

I stare at myself in the mirror as tears fill my eyes. This is exactly what I DIDN'T want! Why did I do this to myself?!

He places a hand on my shoulder with an apologetic gaze. "Dude, I am so so so sorry. I can't believe I did this to you. I know how long it must've taken for you to grow that out..." he runs a hand through his own hair, stressed, as he looks at me. "Look, tell you what. I can't let you leave with a half shaved head so I'll finish the job, but this haircut will totally be free. And I'll give you my number so I can give you a proper free private consultation, on me. Okay? Will that make things at least a little better?"

I don't even care any more. I'm just trying to make sure I don't burst into tears right on the spot. The barber starts up the clippers again, passing them through my head. Years of growing, for what...

"Well, if it's any consolation, you.. look really hot with a shaved head, ahaha..." The barber gives a nervous laugh as he tries to find something to lighten the mood. He spins me around to face the mirror.

The deed is done. My head has been shaved entirely- what's worse is there was no guard to start with. I'm practically bald. The barber puts his number into my phone- his name's apparently Garrett.

I hurry out of the barber's as fast as I can. I make eye contact with the teens from earlier- they're almost as bald as I am now. We give each other matching looks of sympathy as I run out of there.

I sprint straight home, my heart pounding. This had to be a bad dream, this had to be...

I take another shower to take my mind off things. Maybe I'll better after.

Or perhaps worse... It's so weird trying to rub shampoo into an almost bare scalp when you're so used to long locks reaching your shoulders.

I exit the shower and pull on my underwear again. So much for my lucky white briefs...

I don't look like a Greek God any more. I look like an escaped prison conflict. What's worse is my tanned skin doesn't even reach my bare scalp. It looks horrible. I'd put fake tan on it, but it obviously doesn't work with the remnants of my hair. If anything, I'd rather be totally bald so it would look deliberate..

I just can't believe it came to this. I try to recall the experience in my head as I try to figure out what went wrong..

I just remember the sensation as the clippers dug into my hair.

The sensation of the cool breeze on my scalp.

The gentle touches of Garrett's calloused hand as he works his way through my hair...

Sometime through my remembering, my hand unconsciously snakes its way down to my briefs. Oh. I guess I got.. excited, remembering that feeling. It did feel kinda good, didn't it...

My shaving cream and razor catches my eye. I stare at it, then at my phone. Garrett's contact info lay there, enticingly.


I took my hand off my underwear and stood in front of the mirror, weighing up my options.


I should leave my hair like it is. I may as well salvage as much growth as possible.

On the other hand... I'm already this far deep.. I could call Garrett and use that free appointment now to get him to cleanse me of the rest of my hair while he's at it.

Hmm.. I don't know.. I'm so conflicted..

What do you guys think I should do?

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