Elie by Benjamin Zaltano

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In June of this year, I once joked with my boyfriend, who had just gotten a cut (not a huge one, but still he cut some of it off), that if he didn’t hold me back, I would shave my hair. It wasn’t only a joke, since I have been fantasizing about it for a while, but never had the courage to actually do it. While he wasn’t too keen on it, he did tell me to do it. Still, I hadn’t the courage and put it off for a while.
When September came, school came with it, and I had a lot of work to do. I was always tilted to my desk, therefore my hair was bothering me a lot, since it was always in my vision. The weather was quite hot too, and my hair, whenever it was wet, even if it was just a drop of water or sweat, would be tangled and I couldn’t comb it with my hands as I usually do.
So it was bothering me quite a bit. Since I wasn’t in my hometown, I didn’t really know any hair salons that could keep it a longer length. Plus my fetish wasn’t leaving me alone and I kept thinking about buzzing all of my hair off.
One day, the 15th of September, I decided it was time. I booked an appointment to a barber near me (not a hair salon). I could still chicken out. I had asked my boyfriend if he could do it to me, but he probably would have done a bad job.
On the 18th of September, the appointment came.
Now to a little bit of description. I, Elie, 19, am a male. My hair is jet black, although the ends were a little lighter since I was in the sun all summer. I always styled them in curtains, which did suit me, as most people told me. I was wearing a simple black tee-shirt and my plum-colored pants.
Mind you, where I live the barbershop culture is straight, and I am not, so I did have to hide my intonation and voice inflexions. That wasn’t too bad.
I entered the barbershop and was told to sit; The barber was a bit taller than me (about 6’4 or 190cm), with a caramel-colored quiff and a fade on the back and sides.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I had prepared pictures of what I wanted, a buzz on the longer side, plus a low taper. At this point, I was absolutely afraid. Almost peeing myself. Yet I didn’t want to chicken out.
Came my turn. I sat on the chair, he caped me, which I found enthralling, then asked me what we would do. He did seem bothered as I had a lot of hair, and he didn’t want to do a long cut. I told him "A buzzcut" and showed him the picture. He didn’t question it much, asked why once, and I told him it was botherful. We didn’t talk much during the cut.
Now, I had been dreaming about him just turning on the clippers and shaving directly down the middle. He didn’t do that, but the experience was still good.
Since my hair was long, he took a comb and bare clippers and started removing bulk. At this point, no chickening out was possible, but I didn’t think of it anymore. I wanted my hair gone.
He removed quite a bit of hair before leaving the comb beside, and putting a one and a half guard. Would be shorter than intended, but I did not mind.
He clipped the sides first, and then he did a streak directly through the middle of my hair, through the remains of that middle part. I felt freed. Looking at the strands of hair on the cape and on the ground felt amazing. I didn’t have long wimpy hair anymore.
I felt better with each pass of the clippers. Then was left just a short stubble.
Instead of a taper, he did a skin fade. I was not opposed to it. I won’t describe it much, but it looked good.
When the cut was finished, I got up, looked at all that hair on the ground. From those teenage curtains to a short manly buzz. Exactly what I needed. I paid and left, while caressing that sandpaper head of mine. Gosh will I do it again.

Now you may be wondering why the story doesn’t stop here. I’m going to explain.
It’s been a month since the cut and my hair started growing, slowly but surely. For now I will let it grow. It’s not because I don’t want to buzz it again. Quite the opposite. I want to make it to a beautiful jet-black slick back with a skin fade on the sides. Then, I’ll find somebody to shave it directly through the middle.
Oh, and it won’t be with a guard. I will be shaved with bare clippers.

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