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JUNIOR SPORTS REQUIREMENTS by Gottlieb
Sorry, but English is not my native language. The English text of this true junior story of mine is the result of the work of a translator.
JUNIOR SPORTS REQUIREMENTS
In my childhood and youth, I wore my hair more or less short or very short. It was not fashionable then, most boys wore longer hairstyles with nice bangs, hair completely covering the ears, along with a decent mane at the back of the neck. I would also like to have hair like this so that I would not be different from other boys. I was not allowed to do that, my father strictly insisted on short haircuts, and since I was obedient, I always respected his instructions exactly. The longest hair in the front I only occasionally reached about six centimeters, but that was exceptional. Even then, it was about a third of the length that other boys my age reached. But most of the time, the barber cut my brown hair in front above my forehead to about four centimeters. This meant that in the month that I had to go for another regular haircut, my hair in the front had grown about a centimeter. The resulting five centimeters were still very short, but it seemed relatively long to me by my standards. Around my ears and on the back of my neck, I always had my hair carefully trimmed with an electric clipper to a short stubble, in the lower parts it turned into smooth skin. Within a month of the haircut, this stubble had grown by a centimeter and the growing hair was attacking my ears. Even so, my hairstyle looked neat and, unlike my long-haired peers, well-groomed.
After my twelfth birthday, I participated in the recruitment of the junior swimming team and was accepted. I was never a great athlete, but I liked swimming. Being in the water was pleasant and the coach praised me quite a bit, so I enjoyed going swimming. And there was one more thing I liked about swimming - there were more boys with similar short haircuts, which I had to wear and maintain regularly without hesitation due to my father's instructions. In less than a year, I got along well with the other boys in the swimming club, I got along quite well with most of them. I experienced the greatest understanding with a boy from the regional capital. His name was Marek and he caught my youthful attention with his very short hair without bangs, a shade of dirty blond. Overall, his haircut was even much shorter than mine. You could say that it was cut into a short "hedgehog". But it suited him very well. But one thing didn't seem right to me: it seemed to me that his hair was practically always the same short and the freshly cut areas with fine stubble around his ears and on his neck always looked the same. I often watched him and often thought about this unusual phenomenon. This mystery was bothering me. That his hair wouldn't grow?
After one training session, we were showering, and when the others had left the showers for the locker room, Mark and I were left alone in the showers for a while. I took advantage of this, got bold and asked how it was possible that his hair was still as short as it was? Mark answered me without hesitation: "My father takes care of my hair. As a former athlete, he knows what is practical for my sports needs and he takes care of my hair regularly." His words provided some explanation, but not completely. I asked further: "Does he have you cut at a hairdresser's, or does he cut it himself?". Mark answered: "He cuts it himself at home, after three weeks, that's a clearly stated rule. It's marked on his calendar and it can't be changed." I realized that his three-week cut period was a week shorter than mine. A shorter period, even a home cut, would definitely excite me! I was then starting to realize my fetish for cutting my hair short.
After a few more training sessions, we were supposed to go to the regional capital for the junior races, which lasted both weekends. I was thinking about how I would get to the races or where I would sleep. To my delight, Marek told me: "If you want, you can stay at our house. I talked to my father about it and he agrees." - that made me very happy. I found myself looking closely at Mark's short hair again. However, Mark's "hedgehog" hairstyle looked exactly the same today, and again I didn't notice any signs of hair growth. I thought to myself that I would like to get to know his father better. It also occurred to me that maybe Mark's father could practically show me how he takes care of his hair at home... That could be a very interesting and exciting spectacle for me...
The swimming races went well on the first day, as expected. By the evening I already felt that I was starting to get hungry and a little tiredness was also taking its toll. So I welcomed Mark's father when he told us we were going to get pizza and then to his house. I liked the pizza and there was a nice atmosphere at Mark's house. Suddenly, Mark told his father that I had asked him several times about keeping his hair very short and that it seemed to me that his hair was not growing at all. I really didn't expect that! I was petrified with surprise, I was ashamed and even blushed a little. But Mark's father immediately told me: Junior, it's easy and simple. "Come with me." - so I got up and followed him, as if in a daze. He brought me to the bathroom, in front of the mirror, where Marek had quickly brought a chair from the kitchen. "Sit here and pay attention." - I humbly sat down on the chair and Mark's father took a box out of the cupboard. In it, a black Bakelite hair clipper was waiting for its opportunity, along with the necessary attachments. Mark's father asked him: "Do you want to cut your hair short like Marek wears?" - and at first I didn't know what to answer. I didn't need to cut it right away, my hair hadn't even grown to my ears yet, but at the same time I was very, very curious. That's why I didn't know what to answer right away, my throat suddenly went dry and I couldn't even utter a word. Marek didn't hesitate, I caught his mischievous wink in the mirror and promptly answered for me: "Yes, he definitely wants to cut his hair like that, he likes it." This was an unexpected surprise, because it was a pleasant idea that I had already thought about, so I nodded my head in agreement. I agreed, and I was happy to! Now I would see with my own eyes what the secret behind Marko's still very short haircut is! With my own eyes and on my own hair...
Marko's father told me to take off my shirt and throw a towel over my shoulders. Then he took the electric clipper out of the box and searched for a while among the attachments. Finally he said to me: "I chose this attachment for you, it will cut your still long hair to 12 millimeters!" - that was really very short. From five centimeters to 12 millimeters - that meant cutting almost four fifths. I felt myself starting to feel ashamed again, in the mirror I saw my red ears and Marko, who was looking at me with interest. Finally he would see his father cutting someone else's hair, in this case me! But I didn't have time to think any further, an extraordinary experience had begun for me. The electric clipper in Mark's father's hands bit into my bangs with an insatiable appetite, worked its way up and methodically advanced towards the crown. The first time, the second time, the third time... and then from one side to the other, over and over again. I watched with excitement as more and more pieces of my brown hair fell out onto my shoulders and onto the floor, drastically reduced to 12 millimeters, exactly according to the attachment. The bangs were, of course, completely gone. Mark's father made sure that there was no longer hair left anywhere and approached the box with attachments. He looked at me and asked another question: "What attachment should I use now, for the sides above the ears and the back of the neck?" - before I could think it over and answer, Mark said without hesitation for me: "Take it without the attachment, to zero." - that was unexpected. Unexpected and exciting. In a moment, the electric clipper without an attachment was uncompromisingly shaving my sides above my ears and my neck, quite a height I had never known. I could feel the air flow around my ears, completely cleared of all hair and any hair that would even want to get close to them. The result was my new short bob with the sides and neck cut to the skin approximately two centimeters below the crown. Today, such a hairstyle would be called a "buzzcut". I had never had such a hairstyle before. But I really liked it, and the excitement between my legs was also great.... This was followed by a careful shave of the back of my head and around my ears with a razor and I looked, except for the hair color, like Marko's brother or a faithful copy of him. Now I understood that after such a short haircut, Marko's hair would not have had time to grow much in three weeks.
I thanked Mark's father for the very short and carefully done haircut of my hair and after a while Marek also went through the same procedure. But because his hair was shorter than mine at the beginning, his haircut was less drastic and took less time. The electric clipper also cut Mark's hair in the front to 12 millimeters without bangs. Another electric clipper buzzed around Mark's ears and the back of his neck - on my recommendation, as part of a friendly "revenge" - without an attachment, to zero. It was clear from Mark that he was used to such regular and very short haircuts of his dirty blond hair, and that he enjoyed it very much. After tidying up the cut hair, we examined each other's shaved heads with our hands for a long time. I intensely felt the smooth skin and the impression of sandpaper a little higher up... Then we went to bed after a tiring and eventful day. The next morning I felt like I was reborn - the feeling of having short hair "like a hedgehog" (today's "buzzcut") was indescribably pleasant and I enjoyed it a lot. My father also liked my "hedgehog"/ "buzzcut" a lot and was a little sorry that my other haircuts were done in the original spirit.
Today, the "buzzcut" with high shaved parts is very popular. That's why I'm very happy that I was its pioneer back when it wasn't fashionable yet.
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