Commitment (2/1) by Gottlieb

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Sometimes I remembered that I used to have my neck cut with an electric clipper and then shaved clean with a razor. The pleasant feeling of my long hair growing back quickly interrupted these thoughts, and I focused on my occasional visits to the barber, where I only had the hair above my face cut a little and the hair around my ears trimmed slightly. During one of my visits to the barber, I came to the barber's office where an older woman, a stern-looking barber, was cutting. She cut hair quite quickly, she didn't say much, and it was clear that she had become very skilled over the years - both with scissors and a comb, and with the electric clipper, the sound of which almost always echoed through the room. She cut the little boy's hair into a hedgehog, a very short but practical hairstyle. His father was also cut short, as befits a father. Then came the turn of a boy only slightly younger than me, with a mop of light brown hair on his head. I didn't even have time to notice whether or what the boy had said, and the electric clipper was already audibly revving up. His mop of hair was about three to four centimeters long above his face. And what about around his ears and the back of his head? There was only white skin cut out with the clipper, to which very short bristles of the cut hair continued. The barber paid great attention to thoroughly cleaning the back of his head with a razor, the result was a very short haircut. I realized that I had had to wear such a military-style hairstyle for a long time before. The sight of the boy with a freshly cut military haircut pleasantly excited me. But at the same time, it also made me worry about what it would be like if I ended up like this too? My determination to keep my mullet was stronger in the end, I won't let that happen, I don't want a military haircut! No, no, no, never!

With this firm determination, I walked cautiously to the barber's chair. I sat down and was given a white sheet around me, tightly tied around my neck. I told the barber that I wanted the hair in front of my forehead to be cut just a little shorter, around my ears she could cut a little (but really only a little) more, and at the back I wanted to keep the full length I had managed to achieve. After hearing my wish, it seemed to me that the barber looked at me with a disdainful look. This made me slightly nervous, but I immediately remembered my firm determination to have a nice mullet with my hair trimmed but long in the back.

The haircut began. The scissors and comb came to life in the barber's hands. To my surprise, she cut off almost half of the length of my hair above my forehead and then cut the remaining hair a lot so that it wasn't thick. Looking at her work, I thought to myself that my new mullet would look very neat from the front. After all, why not, the hairstyle would then last a little longer than usual. The same procedure followed on both sides, around the ears. There I was already starting to get nervous, my hair was very, very short. The tension increased even more when the barber turned on the electric hair clipper, which I was no longer used to. The clipper buzzed near my ears, passed around it and without compromise removed most of the hair that was still left after the scissors were cut. And then it happened! The hairdresser suddenly lifted my long hair on my neck with a comb - my pride - the clipper completely unexpectedly quickly and energetically cut through the hair on my neck, and my long hair that had been grown for a long time was on the ground! I was speechless with shock and amazement, I was unable to utter a word of resistance. I felt my ears starting to turn red and I was starting to feel very weak. But the hairdresser did not let herself be disturbed and with quick strokes, guided from the bottom to the crown, she shamelessly cut off almost all my hair with the clipper. Then she changed the attachment on the clipper for a shorter one and pieces of hair were falling out again. Before I came to my senses, there was nothing left of my mullet! Looking in the mirror, I saw that I looked like before, when I had to wear a military hairstyle. But the worst was yet to come - after changing the attachment, I lost the last remnants of hair on the back of my head and above my ears. I felt the electric clipper running more vigorously than I had experienced before, when the barber fulfilled my father's wishes. But there was nothing I could do but watch the irreversible damage with resignation. Meanwhile, the buzzing clipper without an attachment cleaned my head right above my ears and in the area of ​​the back of my head, something I had never imagined even in my worst dreams... The barber held my head in the right position with one hand and with the other she cut my long-grown hair with energetic strokes. She was showing me her dominance, I felt humiliated. But the excitement in the pubic area was great, very great. Then came the thorough cleaning with a razor - on both sides above my ears and high on my neck. I felt like a new recruit in the army again, with not much hair left on my head. Not even my father would let me get a haircut this short. Looking into the mirror, which the barber had maliciously set up for me, completely amazed and grounded me. I have never had such a terrifyingly short haircut with high shaved parts, crowned with red ears. It was not long before I almost cried. Newly arrived clients looked at me with great interest and I was very embarrassed. Not only because of the unwanted brutal haircut, but also because of the visible bulge in my crotch, which visibly showed my excitement.

I almost didn’t get up from the chair and my further walking was not confident either. I felt like my legs were made of jelly. After paying for the unwanted terribly short haircut, the hairdresser told me to come back soon. Of course, I don’t want to go back to this crazy hairdresser ever again! Ever!

Read the continuation under the title Determination (2)

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