unwanted buzzct by arnika

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My story is a true story and it happened when I was 13 years old. I have straight brown hair. I usually cut my hair after summer vacation to go to school. but that year I went to school with long hair. After a few days, the principal asked me to return to school tomorrow with short hair, otherwise he will cut my hair himself. That day, when I returned home, I was so busy that I forgot to go to the hairdresser. At the dinner table, I suddenly remembered the principal's words and told my mother that tomorrow I will be punished by the principal. So I went outside but no barber shop was open. I didn't know what to do. My mother said the only way is to call her friend who is a hairdresser. she called her and explained the situation to her and she asked us to go to her house. When I got there that she had prepared her things and asked me to sit on the chair he had placed in the kitchen. she told my mother that since she is a women hairdresser, he can cut a short girl's style for me and if the school principal asks for a haircut again tomorrow I had no choice but to go to a men's barber shop and get it shorter. I had no choice but to accept it, and on the other hand, I didn't mind having a different style on my hair. My mother said that it should be cut in such a way that at least the back of my head and above my ears are cut, and the hairdresser said that the mushroom style looks good. She tied an apron around my neck and started the work. First, she wet my hair, then she fixed the hair on top of my head with some clips and skillfully gathered it, then bent my head forward and started to cut the back hair with a comb and scissors. in my nape and on my ears Within a few minutes, all that hair was cut and only a few millimeters of hair remained. After that, he opened the clips and divided the hair on my head with a comb into two parts and cut it almost from on my ear all the way around. After she arranged my hair it, she told my mother that your son has beautiful hair, and if the school principal has no problem with this hairstyle, I can repeat this style for him for a long time. I was impatiently waiting to see my new hair because there was no any miroor in the kitchen. Apparently, my mother was also satisfied with my new hair. We quickly returned home and I immediately went to the bathroom to see my new hair. I was delighted to see myself in the mirror but i was nervese that the principal won't accept it. Finally, tomorrow I went to school with fear, the principal saw me and said that it is true that you cut your long hair, but this hairstyle is not suitable for a boy and they should be shorter. Although I talked to him about cutting them after a while, he did not agree and said to come to school tomorrow with boy's hair. My classmates all admired my hairstyle, and it made me even worse that I had to cut my hair, but there was no other way. I had to follow the school rules. In the afternoon, I went to my regular hair salon. The hairdresser was surprised and asked me about my hairstyle and I told him the story. And I asked him to cut them as usual. He looked at my hair and said that because the back and sides of your hair are too short, it cannot be cut and it must be shaved evenly with clipper number 4. My hair was spiky and I couldn't even think about going bald for a moment. I said to myself I'm going to another barber shop and quickly left. Unfortunately, the next barber shop repeated the same words. I returned home in despair and told the story. My mother called her friend and asked her for help, but she also confirmed that there is no other way because the hair on the back of the head is very short and my mother also confirmed his words. It was unbelievable, but I had to say goodbye to those beautiful hairs and become bald. My father, who didn't agree with my hairstyle before, said to get ready in the back yard so that I can get my shaving equipment. I told my mother crying that I don't want to go bald, but she said that there is no way and the school principal might take action. Crying, I sat on the metal chair and my mother tied a white cloth around my neck. I felt that they wanted to torture me. My father came with his tools and turned on the shaver. When he wanted to start, I told him that the barbershop wanted to cut with number four, but my father said he hasn't needed higher numbers so far and said that it doesn't make much of a difference. before I wanted to speak, he bent my head forward and started shaving my hair from the top of my head. The bunches of long brown hair filled the apron and my tears were dripping on them. He shaved each part several times to make sure and then moved on to the next In a few minutes, all my hair was shaved. When he was done, he turned off the clipper, stepped back a little and took a look at my hairless head and said that it was still not even, and turned on the shaver again and obsessively shaved my whole head again. Then he said happily, now go to the bathroom and wash your head. When I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, I cried harder and I was ashamed of my face. But there was no other way and I have to see this face in the mirror for days..

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