I like my long hair by bt

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I was looking in the mirror. My hair was longer than ever, it reached my shoulders. I was really proud of it. It was dark blond and slightly curly. I shaked my head to feel it.
Today I wanted to go to the barber to cut it slightly shorter, but not to much. I was getting my car keys and heading for a barber shop. The day was sunny and hot. I was swetting under my hair.
I parked and headed to the barbershop. One guy was getting his haircut and one was waiting. I sat next to him, I seemed a bit nervous. His hair was very dark and slightly over the ears. My last visit of a barbershop was perhaps two years ago, since that, my hair was growing without any cutting. I was looking around. The first guy was finished, he had a quite short crewcut. The guy next to me stood up, very nervous and frightened. He sat down and was caped. Then he said to the barber: "A very tight buzzcut."
The barber asked: "Are you sure?" He answered: "Yes, I lost a bet to my girlfriend."
The barber took clippers and started with the back. The guy was looking in the mirror and did not see that his back was now buzzing down. Then the barber stripped down the sides, leaving only a shadow of hair. The full head of hair was changed into a nearly bald head. The guy looked stunned. The barber commented: "Realy nice transformation." He finished the cut and the guy was standing up and touched his head: "Strange feeling." He paid and slowly leaved the shop.
I stood up and take his seat. The barber caped me: "You also lost a bet, young man?"
"No, I only want a slight trim, please." I looked in the mirror, my hair was touching the cape. The barber was combing my hair. "You have quite long hair." He seemed to wait for something. Then he added: "I would suggest also a transformation for you. Should I buzz down your long hair too?"
I did not answer, suddenly I realised, that I wanted to loose all my hair. But I could not say anything. Me heart pounded heavily. I gulped. At the same time I wanted to sprint away and to wait for the buzzcut.
The barber graped my hair: "I know, it is very difficult to make such drastic step. I wait for a few seconds and than I will start the shave."
My thougths got wild. Should I do it or not? I said nothing. Than I heared the clippers. Than I got very afraid: "Perhaps I do not want that."
The barber answered: "It is too late." I feeled the clippers touched my neck. He moved fast up at the back of my head. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. But I feel the metal on my head. He moved up again and graped some lose hair and let it fall to the floor. I feeled lose hair on my neck. Then I first saw the skin of my head. Around my face the hair was still there, but at the back only very short stubbles appeared. Then he put the clippers besides my right ear and moved upwards. A small tear in my eye appeared, I was loosing all my pretty hair. I was said, but also very excited. The hair of the top of my head hanged down to the now shaved sides. The barber was very fast. Then he grabed all my remaining hair on the top and take the clippers with the other hand. I felt the tension on my head, he attacked the hair from all sides. Suddenly the hair was loose, my head was free. Slowly he opened his hand and the hair was falling down direct before my eyes.
I starred at the reflection. Now hair, only very short blonde stumbles. The barber moved the clippers over my head again. Then he opened the cape. I stood up, but feeled weak. I touched my head, it feeled very strange, like sandpaper. I paid and went outside. I could feel the sun on my bare scalp. I walked around a bit, looking at my reflection in the windows. Then I went back home.
I showerd and feeled the water on my head. I looked in the same mirror as in the morning, but was a completetly different look.

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