Determination (1/2) by Gottlieb

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Determination (2)
I apologize, but English is not my native language. The text of the real story is the result of the translator's work.
The story continues from Determination (1), I recommend reading it.

On the way home I felt uneasy - I had the feeling that everyone was looking at me for a long time and that they were observing my unwanted, brutally short haircut. I was ashamed, but at the same time I still felt a great excitement in my crotch, especially when I ran my hand over the bare skin on my neck. Where I had previously been adorned with long hair, there was nothing at all. At work and at home I was faced with astonishment - why had I suddenly had so much hair cut? Why had I had my pride - a mullet destroyed? Alone in front of the mirrors, I examined in detail the details of the haircut created by the machine, which I had not even been able to imagine myself wearing before.

But reality was relentless, there was nothing I could do - I could only relieve myself from the excitement in my crotch area repeatedly. And there was one more thing I could do: let my skin tan in the sun to at least somewhat mask the damage caused by the malicious barber who had disrespected my wishes and had stripped me of my precious mullet. I also told myself that I would grow my long hair again, that I would do it gradually. I had a new determination! I would have long hair again, I would have a mullet again!

Short stubble of hair gradually appeared on the shaved areas, which gradually grew back along with the other cut hair. The very short hairstyle was slowly but surely becoming a more bearable shorter hairstyle. The hair above my face looked quite good, when viewed from the front I was starting to feel like I used to wear my favorite mullet. It wasn't so terrible anymore, it was bearable with a little tolerance. And I had to admit one thing: it was practical for maintenance.

Four weeks later, after much persuasion, I decided to go to the barber. My determination to grow a mullet again was unshakable, and I had all the prerequisites and determination to do so. That's why I only wanted one thing from the barber: to cut the hair that was slowly growing over my ears. I wanted to leave the hair on the back of my neck completely unshaven. Nothing more, nothing else was to complicate my path to a new mullet, that was the goal towards which all my determination was now directed.

This time, in addition to the mischievous girl, there was also an older barber with graying hair in the barbershop, who seemed kind and pleasant to me. As I observed, he didn't cut too radically, which I liked. I was determined: he should fulfill my wish regarding minor adjustments to my hair growing into the dream mullet! I ignored the barber, whose work I knew from my previous visit. I didn't want to get to her at any cost! The circumstances were favorable. If I had calculated correctly, I should have come to the older, kind and pleasant barber. But the circumstances had other plans - different from what I had calculated and different from what I wanted. The older barber finished cutting the previous client's hair, but then he took his tools and left. I was speechless with horror, I didn't expect this! And to make matters worse, the stern barber invited me to sit in her chair, which had in the meantime become free thanks to her quick work! Everything happened so quickly that I didn't have time to run away.

It was late, I could do nothing but maintain my dignity, get up and go to the barber's chair, which was already impatiently waiting for me with its stern mistress. I found myself again in a place I had been before and had never planned to be in. I looked in the mirror at the hairdresser who was already ready for another massacre of my hair. It quickly occurred to me that I knew exactly what I wanted and that I would tell her clearly. But before I could express my wish, the hairdresser looked at me with her typical contemptuous expression. She said to me haughtily: so you've come again, I'll do it like last time, right? To my surprise, I heard myself answering her: yes, that's what I want. Yes, a very short parting of my hair is exactly what I want! I couldn't believe my ears, I had just betrayed my determination to gradually work my way up to a mullet. Another attempt at my dream mullet was lost!

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