In the beginning... - Start of a saga by benwin316

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It was during those times, when the entire world was sitting at their homes, with only a few heroes fighting at the frontier putting their lives at stake, I prefer not revealing the reason why. But I am pretty sure that most of the readers would understand from the description.

Hi! This is Ben, a 14 year old boy from the southern parts of India. Life was all normal till that fateful dawn. I was good at studies, I had a lovely family and everything a 14 year old could desire. However, things were just about to get better, unbeknownst to me. One fine day, my mom told me that it would be better that I tonsure my head during the quarantine. This isn't my first time shaving my head, I had already shaved my head once when I was a year old, which is a common practice in India. But not once after that incident ages back. I instinctively protested, cause, I was just like any other child who detested visits to the salon. Strangely enough, my mom refused to give up. And had arranged for a barber to tonsure me the next day.
I am an obedient boy, at least I try to be one. So, I naturally gave in. When the barber arrived at my house, I greeted him, offered him snacks and water. The barber asked me to wet my hair and take a seat. I wet my hair under running water and took my position. I expected the barber to use scissors or the clippers. But he picked up a straight razor from his toolkit. I only knew the instrument being used at the end of the cutting session, never in the beginning. Turns out, I was totally wrong. He inserted the blade and starting placing it right at the crown and started scraping. Lumps of hair started falling to the ground.
I loved the session, which was weird, since I hated it at first. Every scraping motion unearthed new scalp and I thoroughly enjoyed the second round of scraping 'against the grain'. At the end, I was greeted with a clean smooth bald scalp. I was BALD!! But, I feared letting my mom know that I actually enjoyed the session, so I never dared tell her - something that's going to be the driving force for the stories to come.
I bathed, wore my boxers and secretly enjoyed my bald head, and was looking forward for my next session, though I never expected it any time soon or ever.
The next day, all of my friends, started calling me 'mottai', Tamil for 'cue-ball head'. Though, at first I didn't enjoy people calling me that way, but slowly I found myself expecting it. Anyways, this tonsuring session resulted in something significant.
I started liking haircuts, not all of them, but only the tonsures. I wanted to find ways to undergo more of such sessions, but with a caveat, I wanted no one to know that I love these sessions. I wanted them to think that they are forcing me through this.

That's all for this story. The story about the next session would be made available sooner or later.


Note, English isn't my mother tongue, so if you find any mistakes please let me know, I would be happy to correct myself. Incase, you liked this story, please let me know that as well. In short, both positive and negative comments are welcome.

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