Imaginary Brother by strictsir

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My name is Dario, I am the only son of my parents. Father works shifts and is away from home for 5 weeks and then he is with us for 5-6 days. Almost all my upbringing is on my mother. I grew up in the 1970s and that's why boys liked long hair. I was one of them.
When I was 12, I discovered that I liked boys' short hair from old-fashioned barbers. When my hair was wet, I combed it back to see how I would look with a short hairstyle. Then I noticed guys who often go to classic old-fashioned barbershops. Later I took notes on some of them. I was already 13.5 years old and I was watching a boy called Pablo, who was even a year younger than me and went with his father every last Friday around 5 pm to the old-fashioned Stanley barbershop.
So it was also Friday, I was watching Stanley barber shop from a distance. I saw Pablo enter the barbershop with his father. I was nervous and excited. I made a circuit around the buildings and returned to my observation post. I saw Pablo and his father with a haircut, and I followed them to enjoy his new haircut up close. Pablo had about 5 centimeters long hair combed to one side on the top of his head, a 2-centimeter white arc of skin around his ears, and 10 centimeters from his neck was hairless and then a gradual transition to the top of his head. Today I decided to get my hair cut by Mr. Stanley. But I was very excited and I was afraid of premature erection, so I slowly returned to the barber shop.
After arriving at the barbershop and greeting each other, I saw that there was only one barber's chair and an old, shorter barber of about 60 years old in a white coat was chasing an elderly man. In one corner was an old solid fuel stove in which the barber kept the fire burning. There were 4 elderly men on the waiting chairs waiting for a haircut. When the barber saw me, he said that he doesn't do modern haircuts. I replied that I should have a decent haircut today.
After about 40 minutes, Mr. Stanley made another call. I stood up and slowly walked over to his chair. I was very nervous. When he wrapped me in a white sheet and combed my hair, he asked me what to do with the mop. I said father was here today with my brother. My father ordered me to get the same haircut. The barber asked if the younger boy who was here. I replied that yes, that he was younger.
Mr. Stanley jerked his head forward. He placed metal electric scissors under the hair on my neck. When he turned them on, I felt a shiver on my head. The metal teeth gradually passed over the back of my neck and I noticed my 18 centimeter hair on the sheet. The barber gradually cut my hair until he tilted my head to the left side and I saw how he removed the hair from my right ear. I saw that he cuts more of my hair compared to what I saw with Pablo. I told the barber. He replied that he also cut a 7-year-old boy's hair this way. I said that the brother is a year younger. Mr. Stanley said, well now you're going to have a little shorter hair than your brother, but I'm sure dad will like it. The barber continued with my haircut. I have about 4 centimeters of hair left on the top of my head, combed to the right side. When the barber applied white cream around my ears and began to scrape it off the back of my neck, I was very excited. When finished, the barber freed me from the sheet. He then stood behind me with a smaller mirror and showed me the back of my head and the sides of my head. I was hairless about 15 centimeters above my collar and had 4 centimeter white arcs around my ears.
I thanked Mr. Stanley and paid him for the haircut. I rushed home to see my new hairstyle as close as possible in the mirror.
On Sunday evening, when my father came home after the tour, he was delighted with my short haircut. He said that he had even shorter hair as a child than I do now.
The reactions of the boys at school were not pleasant. Most of them laughed at me a lot.

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