Haircut And Kiss by AI Haircut Stories

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I asked an AI to make this story, I gave some details and the AI did all the work, hope y'all like it. <3


Lucas and Ethan were best friends since childhood. They had grown up together, and they had shared everything. They had gone to the same school, and they had joined the same clubs. They had played the same games, and they had watched the same movies. They had laughed, and they had cried. They had loved, and they had fought.

They were now in their senior year of high school, and they were about to graduate. They had different plans for their future, and they knew they would have to part ways soon. They wanted to make the most of their time together, and they wanted to have some fun.

They had agreed to stay at Ethan's house for the weekend, and they had packed their bags. They had brought their clothes, their toiletries, their snacks, and their phones. They had also brought their gaming consoles, their controllers, and their games. They had planned to have a gaming marathon, and they had challenged each other to beat their scores.

They had arrived at Ethan's house on Friday evening, and they had greeted his parents. They had thanked them for letting them stay, and they had promised to behave. They had gone to Ethan's room, and they had set up their consoles. They had turned on the TV, and they had started playing.

They had played for hours, and they had had a blast. They had played different genres, from action to adventure, from racing to sports, from horror to comedy. They had cheered, and they had booed. They had praised, and they had teased. They had won, and they had lost.

They had taken breaks, and they had eaten their snacks. They had drank their sodas, and they had burped. They had talked about their lives, and they had joked. They had shared their hopes, and they had confessed their fears.

They had played until late at night, and they had gotten tired. They had decided to call it a day, and they had turned off their consoles. They had changed into their pajamas, and they had gotten into their beds. They had said goodnight, and they had fallen asleep.

The next morning, they had woken up early, and they had resumed their gaming. They had played for a few more hours, and they had had more fun. They had played until noon, and they had gotten hungry. They had decided to have lunch, and they had gone to the kitchen.

They had made some sandwiches, and they had eaten them. They had chatted, and they had laughed. They had finished their lunch, and they had gone back to Ethan's room.

They had picked up their phones, and they had checked their messages. They had replied to their friends, and they had scrolled through their social media. They had watched some videos, and they had liked some posts.

Ethan had noticed that Lucas' phone was on the table, and he had felt a curiosity. He had picked it up, and he had unlocked it. He had opened TikTok, and he had seen his for you page. He had seen that it was full of videos about haircuts. He had seen different styles, from long to short, from curly to straight, from colorful to natural. He had seen different tools, from scissors to clippers, from combs to brushes, from razors to shavers. He had seen different reactions, from happy to sad, from surprised to angry, from excited to scared.

He had felt a surprise, and he had wondered why Lucas was interested in haircuts. He had looked at Lucas, and he had seen his hair. He had seen that it was long and curly, and that it reached his shoulders. He had seen that it was brown and thick, and that it framed his face. He had seen that it was beautiful and unique, and that it suited him well.

He had felt a temptation, and he had wanted to cut it. He had wanted to see how Lucas would look with shorter hair, and he had wanted to see how he would react. He had wanted to have some fun, and he had wanted to have a memory.

He had put down Lucas' phone, and he had asked him.

"Hey, Lucas. Can I ask you something?"

Lucas had looked at him, and he had said.

"Sure, Ethan. What is it?"

Ethan had smiled and said.

"Can I give you a haircut?"

Lucas had felt a shock, and he had said.

"What? No way. Why would you ask me that?"

Ethan had shrugged and said.

"I don't know. I just thought it would be fun. Come on, let me cut your hair. It's too long anyway. You need a change."

Lucas had shaken his head and said.

"No, thanks. I like my hair the way it is. I don't want to change it. And I don't trust you with scissors. You'll probably mess it up."

Ethan had pouted and said.

"Please, Lucas. It's not a big deal. It's just hair. It'll grow back. And I won't mess it up. I promise. I'll make you look good."

Lucas had rolled his eyes and said.

"No, Ethan. Stop it. I don't want a haircut. End of discussion."

Ethan had sighed and said.

"Fine. Have it your way. But you're missing out on a great opportunity. I could have made you look awesome."

Lucas had smiled and said.

"I already look awesome, thank you very much. And I don't need you to cut my hair to prove it."

Ethan had smiled back and said.

"Okay, okay. I get it. You love your hair, and you don't want to lose it. I respect that. But can I ask you one more thing?"

Lucas had nodded and said.

"Sure, Ethan. What is it?"

Ethan had leaned closer and said.

"Can I touch it?"

Lucas had felt a surprise, and he had said.

"What? Why?"

Ethan had shrugged and said.

"I don't know. I just want to. Your hair is so soft and curly, and I want to feel it. Come on, let me touch it. Please."

Lucas had felt a hesitation, and he had said.

"Um, okay. I guess you can. But only for a little bit. And don't pull it or mess it up."

Ethan had nodded and said.

"Okay, deal. I won't pull it or mess it up. I'll just touch it gently."

He had reached for Lucas' hair, and he had touched it. He had felt its texture, its softness, its thickness. He had run his fingers through it, and he had felt its curls. He had lifted it, and he had felt its weight. He had smelled it, and he had felt its scent.

He had felt a satisfaction, and he had smiled.

He had touched Lucas' hair, and he had liked it.

He had decided to cut it, and he had planned it.

He had waited for the night, and he had done it.

The next morning, Lucas woke up to the sound of the clipper buzzing in his ear. He opened his eyes and saw the blonde boy holding the device near his head, smiling mischievously.

"Hey, wake up, sleepyhead. I have a surprise for you." Ethan.

"What are you doing?" Lucas asked, feeling a sudden panic.

"I'm giving you a makeover. Trust me, you'll love it." Ethan, and before Lucas could protest, he ran the clipper over his forehead, shearing off a thick lock of brown curls.

Lucas gasped and reached for his hair, but it was too late. He felt the cold metal of the clipper on his scalp, and watched in horror as his long hair fell to the floor.

"Stop, stop, stop!" He cried, trying to push Ethan away.

"Relax, it's just hair. It'll grow back." Ethan said, continuing to shave the rest of his head.

Lucas felt a mix of emotions. He was angry, scared, and betrayed by his friend. But he also felt a strange thrill, a rush of adrenaline. He had always fantasized about this, about someone cutting off all his hair and making him bald. He had watched countless videos of haircuts and buzzcuts on TikTok, and imagined how it would feel to have his curls shaved off. He had never dared to do it himself, though. He was too attached to his hair, too afraid of how he would look, how people would react. He had always hidden behind his long hair, using it as a shield, a part of his identity.

But now, he had no choice. He had to face his fear, and his fantasy. He had to let go of his hair, and see what was underneath.

He closed his eyes and surrendered to the clipper, feeling it glide over his head, removing the last traces of his hair. He felt Ethan's hand on his shoulder, and heard him whisper in his ear.

"Almost done. You look amazing, by the way."

Lucas opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. He barely recognized the person staring back at him. He had a buzzcut, a #3 clipper. His hair was gone, and so was his old self. He saw a new face, a new person. He saw his features more clearly, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. He saw his skin, his ears, his neck. He saw his friend, the blonde boy, standing behind him, smiling proudly.

He felt a surge of emotions. He felt shock, disbelief, and curiosity. He felt sadness, loss, and nostalgia. He felt relief, freedom, and liberation. He felt gratitude, affection, and attraction.

He turned to Ethan and hugged him, feeling his warm body and his buzzed head.

"Thank you." He said.

"For what?" Ethan asked.

"For everything. For being my friend. For cutting my hair. For making me feel alive." Lucas said.

Ethan hugged him back, feeling his heartbeat and his breath.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it. I think you look great." Ethan said.

They looked at each other, and felt a connection. They leaned in, and kissed.

They had just shared their first kiss, and their first haircut.

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