As if hypnotized. by Chovanec

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Sometimes I remember my experience when I was hypnotized by one of the younger students of our school. Nowadays it wouldn't be anything special, but it was the mid 70's and I was 14 at the time and like most boys at the time I had long hair, covering my eyes with bangs that reached the tip of my nose and covered the back of my collar shirts.
It was winter time, I went home from my excellent friend Harry's home in the evening. On the way, I noticed that a younger student of our school was walking a little ahead of me, I sped up my step. I noticed that he had gone into Richardo's old-fashioned barbershop. In the past, I have seen a boy with short hair, so I was curious as to how the barber cuts him today. At that moment I was as if hypnotized and I followed him into the barbershop.
Right at the door I was struck by heavy air, a mixture of cigarette smoke and barber products. The waiting chairs were almost all occupied. A boy from school sat down on an empty chair somewhere in the middle and I found another empty chair in the back corner. I sat on it and looked forward to a good view of the barber's chair, from where I could clearly see how the barber cuts his customers. Just to see how he cuts a boy's hair from school.
The barber was a slim older man in a white coat. A small boy was sitting on a high wooden chair, who in a short time had his hair cut. His hair was really short. I felt sorry for him that his mother had given him such a short haircut with much of the back of his head shaved. His mother put her son down from the wooden chair, which the barber then put in a corner. When the boy and his mother left the barber shop, the barber looked at the clock on the wall and then at us customers sitting on the waiting chairs. He took a bunch of keys from his pocket and locked the barber shop. I remained in a panic and did not know how I would manage to leave the barber shop unnoticed. The barber saw me sitting in a coat and a cap on my head. He said to me, boy, take off your coat, take off your cap and hang it on the hanger. I did as he said when the barber saw my long hair, only to conclude that I hadn't had a haircut in a long time.
I definitely wasn't going to be able to leave now, so I was prepared to tell him to cut only about 1/2 inch off my hair like I had been getting at the Unisex barber shop. While I was thinking about how to leave the barber shop with as little hair loss as possible, the barber shop was gradually emptying out and the barber honestly locked the door behind each customer.
When a chair became free next to me, the boy I chased to the barber shop sat on it. He told me that he knows me from school, that I am a year older than him. He was 13 years old and his name is David. I also introduced myself to him, my name is Eric. He continued with a lot of questions. He asked if I regularly go to
He admitted that his parents send him here for a haircut every 3-4 months. I looked at his hair. He had them about 2 inches long on the back of his head, covering part of his ears. He could have them up to 4 inches long on the top of his head.
When the barber called Harry to his chair, I realized I was sitting alone in the waiting chairs. When the barber had wrapped the boy in sheets and combed his hair, he took a hair clipper and began cutting them mercilessly. When the barber finished cutting I saw Harry with a really short haircut. The barber asked him if he would wait for his friend in the barber shop? Yes was his answer. I had no choice but to invite the barber to sit in his chair.
The barber wrapped me in a sheet and tied it tightly around my neck. He combed my hair. I nervously turned around so that I could only ask the barber for a small haircut and not for a traditional short haircut. The barber told me to sit still. I noticed a clipper in his hand, he tilted my head to the left side until my ear was touching my shoulder. I could already feel the growling clipper on the right side of my head cutting my hair, then bent my ear to cut the hair around it more easily. He gradually tilted my head forward and I could see only a sheet on which there were 7-8 inch long cut hair. My stomach started to tighten. I was afraid my hair would be short like Harry or the boy his mother had cut it. While I was thinking in stress about my probable hairstyle, the barber was already cutting my hair on the left side of my head.
When I saw myself in the mirror for a moment, I was horrified. I saw a boy with bigger ears with short hair on both sides of his head. Only long hair remained on the crown of the head. The barber straightened my head and took out a comb from the top side pocket, lifted my bangs with it, and got rid of it in one stroke. He gradually lifted the hair on the top of his head with a comb, which he then cut off. After turning off the clipper, he combed the rest of my hair to the side and trimmed my short bangs.
Mr. Richardo changed the cutting machines, tilted my head forward. He put the machine on my neck and moved it up the nape of my neck. It must have been very close to my scalp because I could feel the warm air coming from it. Finally, he used it to cut my really short hair around my ears. When he finished clipping around the ears. He took the comb and the clipper buzzed again, gradually lifting the remaining hair on my sides and nape, and the last haircuts of the remaining hair to the top of my head began. The barber soaked the stubble around my ears and the back of my head, then applied white foam, which he gradually scraped off. When he wiped the rest of the foam on the shaved part of my head with a towel, he applied aftershave. He applied greasy cream to my hair and combed my hair. When barber Richardo finished my new short haircut, I saw in the mirror that my longest hair on the top of my head was about 1 and 1/2 inches and I had an inch of my head shaved above my ears. I used my fingers to determine how high my head was shaved. Well, looking at the back of Harry's neck, I assumed that I would also have a shaved head 2/3 from the shirt collar. Our haircuts were exactly the same and also with the boy whom Mr. Richardo cut when we arrived.
As I left the barber's chair, my legs were shaking with fear of how my surroundings would react to such a drastic change. Harry and I shared a bit of the road. He asked me if we could go to Richard's old-fashioned barber shop together. But I quickly rejected his idea.
The worst was at school and from children I knew near our house. Even my younger 11 year old brother made fun of my new short haircut.
The next day, my father gave me a metal round container as a present, with the words, Eric, you will need this now. I opened my new present and almost passed out. It was a greasy hair cream that Mr. Richardo applied to the back of my head.

I will be happy if you write to me how you were satisfied with my story.

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