Bored by noguard

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“All of this is going away soon"; I thought as I got into the shower. Today was the day I had decided I was going to shave my head. Why, exactly? Two reasons: Bored; I’ve never done anything with my hair and I wanted to change it up “a bit" (heavy on the quotations). Second reason; The heat. Summers are usually hot but this one has been relentless especially on my poor scalp. The sun pounds on my thick, brown hair like a brick. As I continued to wash my hair, I thought how this would be my last time running my hands through my hair for some time.

Usually, my hair is average-length. My bangs were always pushed over to my left and covered most of my forehead up to slightly above my eyebrows. The sides and back were usually 2 inches off my head.

The thing is, I wasn’t doing it myself. I was going to have my friend, Payton, do it. Since I’m quite inexperienced I thought it’d be easier to have somebody who can actually see the back of my head to do it. We waited ‘til today since both of my parents were spending time with other people. We haven’t decided on how short I’ll be going but we’re using my fathers pair of clippers.

When I was finally finished drying my hair, she was getting off her bike and approaching the porch. I quickly got dressed, emptied my clothes into the laundry, brushed my teeth, and applied deodorant. She had already knocked once so I opened the door.

“Colton, you’ve got it all set up?" Oh, right. She’d told me that I’d probably have to put a chair in the bathroom.

I stuttered. “Right! I’ll do that right now." Payton rolled her eyes a bit.

I quickly got a stool from the dining room and relocated it into the bathroom as she let herself in & closed the door. I then brought a towel from the closet to act as a cape and adjusted my black t-shirt.

When we were both in the bathroom, I sat down and she put the “cape" over me. She smirked at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?". She could tell I was a bit nervous; and I was! My heart was practically erupting at this point. Can you blame me? By the end of this I’ll look like a whole new person.

“Uh.. yeah!" I spat out. I didn’t wanna sound hesitant, because I really did want to do it, but once again I was definitely a little tense. She took off her pin & iron-on covered jacket and placed it on the towel hanger on the door.

I told her where the clippers were and she quickly plugged them in.

She asked the question. “…How short do you wanna go?"

I didn’t know much about the guards/options. “The shortest one, I guess."

“So no guard? Alright." She answered the question before I could.

She approached me with the device, practically shaking in her hand, as I stood stoically taking glances at the loud machine.

The hum got closer and then started to go up my nape. Reacting to the freezing cold metal and whirring movement, I jumped.

She laughed. “Tickles?"

“Tickles." I responded.

She continued to create new paths of barely anything with the roaring clippers until the back was almost bare, at least from what I could tell.

“The backs all done. Want to see?" She asked.

I responded. “No thanks."

“Alright; I’ll try to finish this up as quick as possible.".

She relocated the clippers to the left side of my head and quickly sheared it all off; she seemed a bit more excited. The other side was made the same in practically the same amount of time.

I looked and craned my head to see the side in the mirror in front of me. She covered my eyes jokingly.

“No peeking!"

She took the clippers again and went from each side of my head for each new track she created until it was cornered into a lone strip on the middle of my head, which she took off quickly.

“Just going over it…" she used the clippers to retrack my entire scalp. making sure all of it was all gone. The roar of the machine being a bit more quiet now; the metal now warm.

She turned the clippers off and took a hair dryer and started to air away any excess hair, the warm air blowing on my exposed scalp as I closed my eyes. She clicked it off, put it back and removed my “cape".

“You can look now." And so I did.

It was.. crazy; I don’t know how else to put it. I was shocked. My entire scalp was exposed. I slowly lifted my hand.

I started to rub the top of my scalp, which was slightly lighter than the rest of my skin. It had a peachy, almost sandpaper, feel to it but I could feel the skin under as well. My head was actually pretty well sculpted, as well as my hairline which I noticed as I inspected my self in the mirror.

I didn’t notice she was looking at me while I did so. She laughed. “You like it?" I blushed a bit and rubbed my nape.

“I guess I do..!" I said, trying to hide my obvious smile. I was still sweating and my heart was still thumping; but in a good way. I was more excited than nervous. I had decided to go out with a few friends tonight, including Payton, and I was excited to show them. Did we have a story to tell them.

The initial shock had worn off and I was actually starting to really like it. It felt well and complimented my rounded face shape. My brown eyes and the clusters of freckles at the corner of each were much more prominent.

“I’m glad I did an alright job. While you keep on looking at it I’ll clean up around here. Mind moving the chair back?"

I nodded. “Not at all!"

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