New Barber New Haircut by SheShavedMe

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Jean was a older woman who owned the local barbershop and cut men, women's, and children's hair for my little town.
She has cut my hair since I was a little kid.
Ive had trims to short buzzcuts.
I didnt even tell her how to cut my hair anymore.
I would just sit down while having a conversation as she either buzzed me short in the summer and gave me a trim in the winter.
I always liked the summer buzzes the best because I liked the shock of a #2 or even a #1 when stepping from the chair.
Seeing the scalp show through the stubble was always fun for me.
It didnt hurt that I looked the best with short hair either.

But recently she had rented out her shop to a young woman new to town.
She would still cut hair certain days but she was slowly starting her retirement.
So I figure I would just rip the band aide off and try the new barber.
I walked into the shop on a Thursday afternoon for my spring buzz cut.
I was just hoping she would be a decent barber so I wouldn't have to find a new shop to cut my hair.
What I wasnt expecting was to be greeted by a absolutely beautiful woman my age.
She wore her jet black hair in a very short bob.
Tucking her hair behind her ear she revealed a shaved undercut.
She had a white short sleeve shirt on underneath her black apron and wore short cutoff jeans revealing her tanned legs.
She flashed me a big smile and warmly welcomed me in as she introduced herself as Kelly.
I returned her smile and welcome as I walked to the chair she was waving me to.

As I sat down she put the cape on me and clipped it tight around my neck.
She prepped her station while introducing herself and making simple small talk.
After a couple minutes of conversation she finally stood behind me and started combing my hair out.
I watch in the mirror as she examined my hair and seemed to be planning how to cut it.
Then she looked at me in the mirror and asked how I wanted it cut.
It was late April so I said "I usually just buzz it all off for the spring".
And she said "you mean like shaved?"
Jean would sometimes refer to my short buzzes as "shaved" so I didnt think to much of it and I said "yes, exactly".
She nodded and gave me another smile and said "ok perfect, lets get started".

She opened a drawer and retrieved clippers that had the words "Wahl Balding" on them.
Flicking on the clippers and moved my chin to my chest and started my shearing.
As she did so she started to ask me more questions about the town and community since she had just arrived.
I did my best to answer even though I thought the clippers felt more aggressive than normal.
Also I felt like I could feel the a/c and air more than normal as well.
But I just chalked it up to having a different barber.
As she worked around my head she would move the chair to position me better and I was turned away from the mirror.
She folded my right ear down and the clippers quickly buzzed around it.
A good chunk of hair fell down onto the cape and I thought Id let my hair grow to long this time.
My sideburn was next and the clippers ran clear up my temple before it was pulled away.
She was quick, firm, and consistent as she ran the clippers over my head.
She was definitely skilled.
After finishing the right side of my head the left side suffered the same fate as quickly.

Then as she was telling me about how she ended up in our rural town she placed the clippers on my forehead and ran them back over my head.
This was my favorite part of any haircut.
I loved the feeling of the clippers passing over my head and taking the hair down to stubble.
This time I could really feel the teeth of the clippers as they passed over my scalp as well.
This was easily the best haircut experience Ive ever had.
A beautiful barberette running clippers over my head was quite the experience.
She ran the clippers over my head a couple more times ensuring everything was even.
Then she said "be right back" as she turned me to the mirror and walked into the back room.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
My head was completely shaved bald!
I had never seen myself with hair this short in my life.
I was in total shock and just stared at my head.
There was just the finest stubble remaining over my entire head.
I then realized the miscommunication and the strange feeling of the clippers.
Strangely enough though I was not angry but I was excited.
I heard her returning and I didnt want to cause a scene, so I deadened my expression and acted like everything was perfectly fine.

That was hard to do when the next thing I saw and felt was her wrapping a warm towel around my head.
She told me that not many guys my age shave their heads where shes from but she always enjoyed doing a head shave.
I could only mutter a few words as she then started massaging my shoulders and neck while the hot towel did its work.
While a head shave was not what I was expecting, there were worse things than losing your hair to a sexy woman.
Then another surprise was instore as she unbuttoned my shirt to work her hands further down for the massage.
I was in heaven as the warm towel did its work and her hands massage my tense shoulders.
Soon the massage stopped and the towel was removed.
I then watched her work up a lather and load a brush.
I could've stopped her.
Could've said what she did was not what I wanted and left, but I didnt.
I wanted her to shave my head bald.
So I sat contently as she walked back over and spread the lather evenly over my head.

She then grabbed a straight razor and shaved with the grain.
She was precise with her movements and you could tell she was a pro.
It was a strange feeling as the razor was ran against my skin.
She pulled my skin tight with each stroke ensuring a clean pass.
After the first pass she then grabbed a cartridge razor and reapplied the lather.
She said "this will get you completely smooth" and started shaving against the grain.
I could the blades shaving my head extremely tight.
The rasp of each stroke was audible as the remaining stubble was shaved away.
When she went over an area twice I could tell there was nothing remaining.
Smooth skin was the only thing remaining.
After another 10 minutes of shaving she massaged a lotion into my scalp.
Then she finished it off with a oil that gave me a shining finish.
As she finished she teasingly tapped her nails on my bald head and then dragged them across my scalp causing me to laugh because it tickled.

She undid the cape and said "and you're free to go baldy" giving me a friendly laugh.
I went over to the mirror and checked out my new look.
The sensations were amazing as I ran my hands over it.
She really didnt leave a single hair on my head.
As I paid she started writing something down at her counter.
She handed me her card and said to call her for my next appointment.
Just then a mother and her young boys came into the shop.
As I was leaving I overheard Kiley and the mother discuss the haircuts the boys were to have.
I looked back as the door closed just in time to see Kelly pull out the balding clippers.

In my car I looked at myself in the car mirror and smiled.
I couldnt believe I was shaved completely bald.
It felt like nothing I had ever felt.
Then I looked at the card she gave me and saw on the back she wrote "call me later" with her cell number.
She actually like me and my new look!

After calming down some I turned my attention to my current situation.
I had a couple other errands to run in town so I went to the grocery store first to get a few items.
As I walked up to the checkout counter I realized the person in front of me was Jean!
She didnt even recognize me at first.
It took her a couple seconds to realize it was me and she was shocked.
She said "what did Kelly do to you!?"
I just explained to her that I wanted to try the shaved look and decided today was the day.
It was a little embarrassing running into my old barber with a completely different look but since wed known each other forever she let it go.
We had a nice conversation after the shock had worn off.

After the errands were done I went home, sat on the couch, and gave Kelly a call.

THE END.

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