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WHEN I WAS 14 by Gottlieb
Sorry, but English is not my native language. The text of the real story is the result of the work of a translator.
WHEN I WAS 14
At the turn of the seventies and eighties, the fashion trend for boys was to have longer hair than is common today. An important part of the hairstyle was the hair covering the ears and extending beyond the collar at the back. Most boys were subject to this fashion dictate, except me. The reason was the old-fashioned demands of my father, who only believed in short hair. Therefore, during regular visits to the barber, I received a short haircut around the ears, topped off with a clipper at the back of the neck, well above the collar. In the winter, my hair was longer, at least above the forehead, with the arrival of spring, even this hair was cut shorter. It was practical, I didn't have to take much care of my hair. I was the only one in the class and there weren't many boys in the whole school who still had short hair, like I did. But I looked impossible, everyone laughed at me, but there was nothing you could do about it. I had to go to the barber regularly once a month. Gradually, however, I learned to tolerate my short, almost military-style haircut and over time I got quite used to it. My regular barber always emphasized how important it was not to let your hair grow longer. According to him, it was best to get a haircut at regular intervals. After three weeks, I myself usually felt that I should think about another appointment for my short haircut. The slightly more grown-out hair, attacking the ears and approaching the collar, did not do me much good.
In the next class, I had a friend whose parents allowed him to have longer hair. I envied his light brown hair, flowing over his ears and ending low under his earlobes, and the longer hair on the back of his neck. We walked to school together every morning, so I had the opportunity to look at his longer hair from all possible angles. I also wanted to have hair like that, but I knew that it was not realistic given my father's demands for my short haircut. As I got older, I noticed my friend's interest in my short haircuts when I was fresh from the barber. I felt that he was looking at me carefully and I had the impression that he was interested in my short-cut hair, especially on the shaved neck.
When I was fourteen, I didn't stay at home during the holidays, but stayed with relatives. Therefore, my father had no control over my, until then, regular visits to the barber. My hair was then given the opportunity to grow a little longer, which had been impossible until then. On the one hand, I was quite happy, I looked like everyone else. On the other hand, I was a little worried about my father's reaction. I was afraid that he would have me cut off completely as punishment. I also didn't know how my regular barber, who cut me regularly, would react to my slightly longer hair. My hair reached halfway to my ears and was starting to go over my collar. I liked it, but at the same time I found it impractical - I had to work harder with the comb to keep my hair neat and tidy. But my inner self told me that it was not good and that I should have short hair again. Very short hair!
After returning from the holidays, they were terrified at home to find out who was impersonating their son. Fortunately, my father understood that I was not to blame for not visiting the barber regularly. The start of the new school year was approaching, so I knew that I could not miss a visit to the barber. Therefore, my father's order that I must immediately visit the barber and have a short haircut did not surprise me. A military haircut is ideal for such an occasion, my father repeated this to me several times so that I would remember it well. His request was clear and could not be ignored. Deep down, I was looking forward to a visit to the barber and the inevitable military-style short haircut!
So I went to the barber, and at first he could not even recognize me. He was not at all happy that I was so overgrown. When I sat down in his chair, he sprayed my hair with water and then carefully combed it with a comb. After the water was sprayed, my hair seemed a little longer. The barber started his work with my overgrown hair - unlike before, he used an electric clipper and a comb instead of scissors, and used it to cut my hair in the front part above my face. By my estimate, he cut off a good two-thirds, the cutting was done quickly, and less than four centimeters remained. This length corresponded to previous habits, but the novelty was the absence of bangs, which the barber cut off completely. Apparently, so that I could see better. Before I could realize that I would look different, regular strokes with the clipper with the attachment around my ears and on the back of my neck began. Thoroughly and carefully. Replacing the attachment with a shorter one and more strokes, energetically removing my overgrown hair. The buzzing sound of the clipper signaled that my renewed cut would be short, really very short. The cutting did not end, this time with the smallest attachment. The nape of my neck was cut uncompromisingly high up, with shaved areas of skin arching around my ears. I had to admit that my hair was cut really short, and really high! After shaving off the white areas from stray hairs, the barber set up a mirror for me - and I knew right away that my father would like this very short haircut. I felt the draft from the fan above my ears and on my neck, where I still had hair in the morning... When I stroked my stubble and shaved areas with my hand, I was excited in the pit of my stomach. When I looked at myself in the mirror at home, I would relieve my tension. I also wondered what my friend would say about my new haircut when he saw me...
In the morning, when we were going to school, my friend couldn't help but stare. He asked me how happy I was with this very short haircut. I couldn't help but say that I was happy with my military haircut and that it suited me very well. And that I would recommend him exactly such a military haircut. That was true. As proof, I offered my friend to touch my very short-cropped head - he immediately took advantage of this opportunity and repeatedly examined the back of my head and the areas above my ears with his hand. I took advantage of this situation and asked him if he would like to get a haircut exactly like me. To my surprise, he agreed that he would like to get a haircut, but not right away. The ideal opportunity was supposed to come in two weeks, before the start of the sports club. I didn't know if he would change his mind by then - losing the longer hair that he had worn for a very long time required a lot of courage... So almost every day I asked my friend when we would go to the barber together to get a haircut. It came in two weeks - we agreed in the morning that we would go to my barber in the afternoon after school. I couldn't wait to see how my friend finally lost his longer hair. I was looking forward to seeing a radical and uncompromising electric haircut on someone other than myself. It will be an extraordinary spectacle!
The long-awaited moment arrived. We went to the barber, who was somewhat surprised. At first, the barber thought that I wanted to get a haircut after a short time. I explained to him that a friend wanted to get a haircut, and that he wanted to get a haircut just as much, military-style, as I did. The barber was pleased with this wish, according to him it was a step in the right direction - in his opinion, every young man needs a quality short haircut. So my friend sat down in a chair, was wrapped in a barber's sheet fastened around his neck, lowered his head and the barber show began. The clipper made familiar buzzing sounds, long pieces of hair fell to the ground, and after a short while, my friend's ears, previously hidden under a layer of hair, were visible. Soon, his bare neck also appeared, something practically unseen on him until then. The barber skillfully changed the clipper attachments from the largest to the smallest, and carefully cut off all the brown hair that was not supposed to be part of my friend's new look. The barber paid great attention to the sides above the ears and the back of the neck. I saw white areas of skin, where the electric clipper had first run over it and then the razor, shaving the skin smoothly. The barber did a really good job, my friend really had the same military haircut as me. His transformation was perfect! It just seemed to me that his hair above his forehead was a little longer than mine. The barber swept away the stray hairs and invited me to come and assess whether my friend's haircut was exactly as he wanted. I didn't know if I could say that he should have it even shorter above his forehead - but in the end I gathered my courage and said so. The barber acknowledged my comment and indeed cut my friend's hair above his forehead a little more. He didn't have any hint of bangs either, just like me. When my friend got up from the chair, he couldn't recognize himself and was examining his head with his hand, which had been shaped by his longer hair - and which now looked, thanks to my actions, military-style. My friend's longer hair was gone forever. It was clear that he really liked the new short haircut, and the bulge in his crotch made it clear that he was very excited. He may not have even noticed the barber's advice not to forget about regular haircuts, ideally within a month. But I would definitely like to remind him so that he doesn't forget about his next, military-style haircut.
After paying, we were about to leave when the barber told me to sit in the chair. He told me that since I had brought my friend for a haircut, I couldn't leave untidy either. Before I came to my senses, I had a barber's sheet around me and the electric clipper was traveling not only over my face, but mainly around my ears and on the back of my head. I had less than three centimeters left in front and everywhere else there was practically only stubble of very short hair. The newly shaved areas above my ears and on the back of my head shone white. After a while of consistent cutting, the barber turned off the clipper and asked his friend to come check if my hair was cut short enough. My friend looked at me expertly and with a conspiratorial expression told the barber to cut the hair on my neck and above my ears even higher! I was a little surprised, but then I thought, why not... it will excite me more. I obediently lowered my head so that the clipper could comfortably reach higher and I felt it travel from the back of my head higher and higher. Exactly as my friend wanted and said. After shaving my skin with a razor and cleaning off any remaining hair, I got up from my chair and looked in the mirror. After a short time, I looked like a complete newbie in the army again, my very short hair and smooth skin were inviting to explore. Unplanned, I got even shorter hair than my friend - thanks to him!
On the way home, my friend and I examined our fresh, military-short haircuts with each other's eyes and hands. We both knew that we would face astonishment (and maybe even admiration), but that we liked it and that it excited us a lot. Together, we promised ourselves that we would continue to go for military-short haircuts at regular intervals.
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