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My second self buzz cut by ejohnson17359

This is a 100% true story.

The day I graduated from college I knew it was going to happen eventually. I was free. Free from the expectations of my peers. Free from being perceived by thousands of people a day. Free from doing or being anything I am not passionate about. It was just a matter of time.

My post graduation situation was different than most. I am an intelligent and logical person, sometimes to a fault. While in college I perused my passion as much as I could while also balancing schoolwork. As a result of these efforts I graduated with a perfect 4.0 GPA and was also able to accomplish my dream of working for myself immediately after graduating. I was as free as a person can be in this world.

Nevertheless, I was scared. Scared of the uncertainty of what was to come for my growing yet volatile business. Scared that I would never overcome the depression I had fallen into my last semester of college. Scared to cut the eight inches of flowing light brown hair that sat on my head in a pristine middle part. I needed time.

Three months later I was in a completely different place. I had stabilised my business and it continued to grow at a rate that suprised even myself. I had overcome my depression and was more motivated than I had been in my entire life. Most of all, I was ready for a haircut.

I knew I was ready to do it but no day felt right. Cutting what was now nine inches of hair felt like too big of a commitment. I was stuck in haircut limbo. This went on for so long I ended up cutting my hair into a shorter style to lighten the blow, leaving me with about five inches of wavy hair on the top of my head. After this haircut things felt less high stakes but I was still unable to take the leap.

A month later, the day arrived. I woke up without knowing it was the day, but it would soon become more and more clear.

I have a rule to control myself. Before I do anything to my hair, I have to "shake hands with the milkman" if you will, so that I don’t do anything rash. This usually keeps things under control, but this day was different. EVERYTHING, weather it was an actor in a movie I was watching having a tight haircut or just looking in the mirror and thinking what could be, everything was getting a rise out of me. For most of the day I managed.

The movie "The Departed" broke me. Something about Johnny Depp’s high and tight haircut shifted something essential inside of me. I think it was because I’ve almost never seen Johnny Depp with short hair, so seeing that he could do it, why couldn’t I?

That was it, but I was still fighting in the moment. I walked to my bathroom still trying to control myself, flung the cabinet open, grabbed my scissors and almost instinctually held them at the top of my forehead, sandwiching four and a half inches of my hair between the razor sharp blades. I took a deep breath and looked into my eyes in the mirror. I can’t do this.

I dropped the scissors into the sink and walked back to my room to control myself. But thinking about what I almost just did excited me even more. There was no controlling anything now.

With my whole body beginning to shake, I hastily walked back to the bathroom. As I closed the door, what I was about to do set in. I picked the scissors back up, holding them to my forehead exactly as before. I took a deep breath and looked into my eyes again, but this time the scissors closed.

Four and a half inches of light brown hair cascaded into the bathroom sink. I was elated. Peering into the mirror, a chunk of my hair were missing directly in the middle of my forehead. It was time for the clippers.

I attached the number two gaurd on to my wahl clippers. I had done exactly this length about two and half years prior, so this felt safe. I plugged the clippers in and turned them on. I combed my hair forward and held the clippers to my forehead. With no hesitation I drove the clippers right down the middle of my head, leaving a path of destruction behind. When I lifted my head to look in the mirror I could not have been more overjoyed.

Pass after pass, I continued to run the clippers over the top of my head. Shaving my hair down to six millimeters felt like bliss, but when I ran my hand over the top of my head I didn’t get the sandpaper feeling that makes me melt. I needed to go shorter.

Sorting through the rest of the guards I picked out the one and a half. This would leave me with four and a half millimeters of hair. I attached the gaurd on to the clippers and drove them over the top of my head with reckless abandon. Now this was a buzzcut. Even though this was just a half gaurd shorter, it made a world of difference. What was soft yet spiky before now felt somehow "harder". And even more enthralling, I could see my scalp peeking through my hair. In this moment I came uncontrollably.

After a quick cleanup, I continued to pass the clippers over the top of my head until all the hair that was previously cut down to six millimeters was even with what I had just done. I couldn’t stop rubbing the top of my head. I moved to the right side of my head, working the clippers meticulously around my ear, then repeating this on the left side.

I then placed the clippers to the nape of my neck and drove them straight up. Something about shaving the crown of my head was especially engrossing for me. I continued to work back over everything I had shaved until it was completely even. Once I was done I looked at the stranger in the mirror and smiled with an ear to ear grin. I couldn’t believe what I had just done.

I took the gaurd off the clippers and used them to clean up my sideburns and neckline. When the haircut was complete I ran my hands back and forth over my head over and over again. I was entranced by the feeling of the freshly shaved hair, which was shorter than it had ever been before. I took a shower to cleanse myself of any loose hairs and then immediately got ready for a run.

As soon as I stepped outside I could feel the cool air on my scalp. As I began to run, the hair that normally floped into my eyes or blew uncontrollably in the wind had absolutely no sensation, I can’t express how weird it felt.

I purposely took a scenic route on my run that would take my into an isolated area of woods. Every step I took I was thinking about my nearly bald head, getting more and more excited with each mile. When I felt sufficiently isolated I stopped running.

My dick was pounding so hard it felt like a second heart. I pulled down the front of my pants and began to jerk off with one hand while I continuously ran my other hand over my closely buzzed head. The sweat that had collected on my head atomized as I ran my hand through the sandpaper forest. I came for the seventh and eighth time that day in those woods. I was free.

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