Transformation by Snagg

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What do you do when you, a long-haired hippie, feel the strong desire to have extremely short hair, you wanna be drastically shorn, but are afraid of the reactions of those around you?

Well, my solution was to transform myself step by step. Every time I went to the hairdresser, I asked for a shorter haircut.

At the beginning my hair was shoulder-length. After a while the hair only reached just below the ears. At this point I decided to get an undercut. My top hair was still relatively long, but underneath I had already been buzzed short. Then the top hair became shorter and shorter. And soon I no longer went to a hairdresser, but to a barber. The barber first gave me longer crew cuts, then shorter crew cuts. Then I had my hair buzzed down to one length. First 9 millimeters, then 6 millimeters, until finally only 3 millimeters remained. Now I bought my own pair of clippers and sheared myself once a week.

I thought I had achieved my goal until I moved to Berlin to study. At the same time as me, another new roommate moved into our shared apartment, a guy who was shaved bald. I looked at Stefan's head with fascination. This was the ultimate look! I realized that my transformation was not yet over. My hair was still too long. Having a buzz cut wasn't radical enough. I wanted my head to be shaved down to the skin.

One evening after dinner, encouraged by a few beers, I asked Stefan if he could give me a head shave.
"Cue-ball clean?" he asked.
I nodded.
Then we went to the bathroom. I took off my T-shirt and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Stefan turned on the clippers. No guard. My heart started beating faster.

He placed the clippers on my forehead and started removing my buzz cut. An erection immediately developed in my sweatpants.
"You obviously enjoy having your head shaved," said Stefan.
"Well..."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, dude!"
"I've never spoken to anyone about my…"
"Your fetish?" he asked. "It was obvious for me from the beginning. You couldn't stop staring at my head."
"Do you also have a ...?"
"A fetish? Well, actually I have several of them. I'm into shaved heads, military clothes, muscular bodies and I love it when a guy smells really good of sweat."
 
My barber worked quickly and the machine left only tiny stubble, less than a millimeter short.

Next Stefan spread foam on my head. Then he started razoring me and I almost ejaculated into my pants.

"And what about you?" he asked. "You obviously have a bald fetish. Anything else?"
"Well, I guess I like sports clothes, especially sweaty sports clothes."
Stefan grinned at me. "Listen, I'm going to a fetish party later. I think you should definitely come along."

Then the shave was finished. Stefan wiped away the remaining foam with a towel and said: "I hope, sir, it's not too short!"

I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow!
"Bald suits you", said Stefan.
I ran my hand over my freshly shaven head. It felt awesome!
"I never want to have hair on my head again!"
"Well, that's how it is," said Stefan. "Once you've experienced the smooth feeling of a clean shaven skull, you'll never want to grow your hair back."

Stefan opened the fly of his camouflage pants, took out his pierced cock and pissed in the toilet next to me.
"I think you should finally cum in your sweatpants," he said. "So they get even dirtier than they already are. Then we two dirty skinheads drink another beer before we head off to the party."

Since that evening, I have been living out my fantasies to the fullest.

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