Shave off my old life by Snagg

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Since I was a teenager, I've been attracted to men with shaved heads, which has led me to want a shaved head myself. It's not enough for me to just observe men with shaved heads on the street or look at photos of them, or to watch videos of dudes having their heads shaved. It's not enough for me to just be aroused by shaved-headed guys; I want to be one of them. I also want to be scalped down to the skin.

When I was 20, just before I started university, I shaved my head for the first time. One Saturday I took the train to Amsterdam, where I would study. I had decided to shear myself during the journey. I wanted to get off the train in Amsterdam without any hair and start my new life bald. Nobody knew me in Amsterdam, and no one would be surprised if I walked around with a naked head.

When I boarded the Intercity train, I wore a shaggy look. My dirty-blonde hair reached my eyes in the front, my earlobes on the sides, and touched my T-shirt in the back. My mop was particularly messy that morning. I hadn't bothered to comb or wash my hair after getting up. Why bother? I was going to shave it off later anyway.

After half an hour on the train, I left my seat and went to the toilet. I took off my shirt, raised the toilet seat, squatted down, and put my head in the toilet. Then I took the clippers and removed the guard. I turned on the clippers and placed them at the nape of my neck.

My last seconds with a shaggy mop. "Do it, buddy!" I said to myself, and then I began to push the clippers up the back of my head.

I trembled with excitement as the first hairs fell past my head into the toilet bowl. The excitement made me shave faster. The back of my head was quickly exposed. I could only feel tiny stubble on my skin. A sensation that made my cock swell. It was so awesome to finally shave me bald!

Next, I placed the clippers on my forehead and shaved the top of my head. Then all that was left was the hair on the sides. The hair above my ears felt more uncomfortable than ever. Get rid of it!

When my mop was completely gone, I turned off the clippers and looked at the clock. The massacre had only lasted less than 5 minutes.

I dropped my sweatpants and peed. I flushed the toilet and saw my hair being washed away. Then I looked in the mirror. For the first time in my life, I saw myself without hair. Almost without hair. The remaining stubble also had to be removed. But the train was shaking quite a bit and I was afraid of cutting myself with the razor.

I loved how I looked. My facial features appeared more masculine. I always thought my nose was a little too big, but now I found it perfect. I decided to keep my three days' beard, but not grow it much longer so as not to hide my bold jawline.

I examined the interaction between my shaved head and my athletic upper body. Well, it had been a good idea to start building up muscles. A bald head is hot, but a bald head with muscles is even hotter.

The door was rattling. Someone else wanted to go to the bathroom. I held my head under the faucet, washing off any stray hairs. Then I put my shirt back on, left the restroom and went back to my seat.

Until I had to change trains in Cologne, I spent the whole time rubbing my head. It felt great. I had shaved off my previous life. Goodbye hair, hello bald life!

I had a layover in Cologne for almost an hour. Enough time to buy something to eat and shave my head soft and smooth in the station restroom. But while looking for the restroom, I passed a barber shop and thought: "Why not let someone professional do it?"

I entered the barbershop. There were no other customers, and the only barber present was a young muscle dude with a shaved head.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"I'd like to have my head shaved nice and smooth."
"I love shaving heads nice and smooth," he said, and asked me to sit in one of the barber chairs.

A minute later, he had put the cape around my neck and spread shaving cream on my head. Now he began shaving me with a razor.
"Is this your first full head shave?" he asked.
"Yes, it is", I replied.
"You'll look great with a clean-shaven head," he said. "I hope you don't grow your hair back."
"Don't worry! I've wanted to be bald for so long. I don't intend to ever grow my hair back."

After he had shaved my head once, he re-lathered it and shaved it again. Finally, he wiped the last traces of shaving foam off my head with a towel. He massaged aftershave into my freshly shaved skull, then he removed the cape.
"Okay, baldie, we're done."
I liked that he called me baldie. Finally I was one of them, one of those men with shaved heads. People on the street or at university would refer to me as the bald guy, the shaved-headed dude, the baldie.

I paid and left the barber shop. On the way to the platform I couldn't stop touching my head. I was BALD! BALD! BALD!

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