Michela stood behind her chair as she finished
running her clippers over the crown of the beautiful woman who was sitting
in her chair. She finished the job and removed the vinyl cape and
flicked all the blonde hair to the floor. "There you go, Ms. Walters.
You are done for another 6 weeks. Did you want to book your next
appointment with me now or are you going to call in?"
"Michela, you are such a great addition to the
staff. I enjoy coming here. 6 weeks is fine. I will book
it with the receptionist. Here, this is for you." as Ms. Walters
handed Michela a nice tip.
Ms. Walters walked to the door and paid for her
nice crewcut. "Good-bye ladies," she said as she walked out the door.
"Michela, I will see you in 6 weeks and think about what I told you.
I am serious about what I said to you. It will work for you.
You will feel so liberated."
Michela walked back to her station and she picked
up a broom and swept the floor, moving the blonde hair she had just clipped
from Ms. Walter's head to the corner where it would eventually be swept
up by one of the shampoo girls. Michela walked back to her chair
and she sat back on her chair to relax for a few minutes. In the
other station, Michela's best friend, Claudia was just tidying up from
her last client.
"What was that all about?" said Claudia, Michela's
fellow barberette.
"Oh, you know Ms. Walters. She swears by
her short hair that it is so liberating to have a clippered head.
She has been trying to convince me for the past 6 months that I should
go for it and get my head clippered."
"Oh, really?" said Claudia. "I think that
would be erotic. I have never clippered a female." Claudia
was standing behind Michela. "Michelle your hair is so pretty and
you have such stunning features." Claudia placed her hands on Michela's
shoulders and she started to massage her shoulders. "You are so tense,
Michela. You need to loosen up." Claudia picked up a brush
and she stroked Michela's long black hair. "So pretty," Claudia said
as she stroked Michela's black locks. "I love your black hair, Michela."
"What are you talking about, Claudia? Your
hair is just as pretty," Michela said.
"But yours is so nice and curly. So soft.
I wish my hair would curl like this," Claudia said.
Michela sank back into her chair as Claudia continued
to brush her long black hair. She closed her eyes and dreamed away
as Claudia continued stroking her hair. "Michela, you would feel
so liberated if you did this. You have no idea of the attention you
would get. You already look stunning. Can't you just see yourself
walking down the street in a short tight skirt and a nice clippered head?"
a voice said in her head.
"Yes, Ms. Walters. I can see it," Michela
answered out loud. "But, how would my boss feel if I came to work
with a short haircut?"
"Who cares, Michela?" the voice in her head answered.
"I don't know, Ms. Walters, if I could do it.
I am not as confident as you are," Michela said out loud.
Claudia was standing beside Michela listening
to what Michela was saying. She gave Michela a pinch. "Ouch!
What was that for?" Michela said.
"Who are you talking to?" Claudia said.
Michela looked around. "Where did Ms. Walters
go? Where is my 2:00 appointment?" Michela said as she got up and
walked to the front desk. "Did Ms. Walters cancel her appointment?"
Claudia came over and took Michela by the arm,
bringing her back to the back room. "Michela, get a grip! Ms.
Walters left an hour and a half ago. She left this for you at the
front desk," Claudia said as she gave Michela an envelope.
"Claudia, I am losing my mind. I was talking
to Ms. Walters just as you and I are here right now. She was telling
me about how stunning I would look if I clipped my long tresses."
"Michela, you need some time off. You have
been working too hard. Come on. You and I are going out for the night.
You are finished for the day. Go and get changed." Claudia
walked Michela to the change room and then she went and signed her friend
out. Michela came out from the change room and Claudia went in and
grabbed her clothes. "Come on, Michela. Let's get out of here.
My car is in the back." Together the two friends walked out of the
salon together.
They drove without speaking to each other back
to Claudia's apartment. Claudia walked around and opened the door
and Michela got out of the car. "Come on in. I am going to
be a few minutes. You might as well relax while I get changed."
Michela sat down on the couch and she opened
the envelope that Ms. Walters had left for her. Inside was a certified
cheque for $1500.00. With it was a short note. It read: "This
should be a nice incentive to go all the way. You told me to come
back in six weeks for another clip. I will be back in three weeks
and if during that three-week period, you have decided to go through with
it, I will triple the amount of this cheque. All you have to do is
present me with your ponytail." The note was signed by Ms. Walters.
Michela put the note down and she was holding
the cheque as Claudia came out from her bedroom. "What have you got
there?" she asked but Michela was staring off into outer space. "Michela,
snap out of it! You are starting to scare me."
Michela in a trance spoke out. "Why do
you think it would suit me, Ms. Walters?"
The voice in her head spoke again: "You want
to be a liberated woman, don't you, Michela? That long black hair
is doing nothing for you. Do it, Michela. I know you want to
look like me. I see it in your eyes, every time I come into the salon.
I know you can't wait to run your clippers over my head. Let your
inhibitions go, Michela. Admit it! You want to do it, don't
you?"
"Yes, Ms. Walters. I want to do it," Michela
said.
Claudia walked into the kitchen and got a cold
glass of water. She came back into the living room and she threw
the water into Michela's face.
"What was that for?" Michela said as she came
to.
"Michela, I am your best friend but you are starting
to scare me. Who are you talking to and what is that in your hand?"
Claudia said as she sat beside Michela.
"Claudia, don't think I am crazy. I am
hearing voices in my head. Actually, it is one voice. It identifies
itself as Ms. Walters. It wants me to liberate myself. It tells
me that it knows I love clipping her head. It also knows that I get
turned on clipping Ms. Walters. Do you know how erotic she looks
when she leaves the salon? Well, she has been talking to me about
clipping my hair. She thinks I would look really sexy with a shorn
head and a really short miniskirt. Here, read this," Michela said
as she handed the short note to Claudia. "Look at what was in the
envelope, a cheque for $1500.00. She says she will triple the amount
of the cheque if I clip my head. All I have to do is give her my
ponytail. Claudia, am I losing my sanity?"
Claudia walked over and placed her hands on Michela's
shoulders. "No, you are not crazy. I know you have been working
hard the past few months. You have been putting in a lot of overtime.
I know you have a dream of opening your own shop."
"I am so close, Claudia. So close!" Michela
said. "This would be a big help."
"Why don't we go and see Ms. Walters. Maybe
she would consider becoming a silent partner. She is a very wealthy
woman. Maybe she could be convinced. All she wants is your
hair. She did not say who had to cut it nor did she say where.
Hell, Michela, even I would clipper your head."
Michela looked at Claudia who had a huge smile
on her face. "You want me to do this?" Michela said.
"I can't make up your mind for you but I would
be delighted to take your beautiful hair from your head if you ever decided
to do it." Claudia continued to rub Michela's shoulders. She
closed her eyes as Claudia rubbed her shoulders and her neck.
The voice entered her head again. "Listen
to what your friend is telling you, Michela. Even she agrees with
me."
"Yes, Ms. Walters. I will do it.
I want to be a liberated woman."
Claudia stopped rubbing Michela's neck and she
hit Michela across her head. "You are talking to yourself again,"
Claudia said.
"Are you serious about what you said a couple
of minutes ago?" Michela said.
"About what? Clipping your head and wanting
to be the person to do it? Of course. You know I am your friend."
Claudia said. "You are going to do it, aren't you? You are
going to clipper your head. When? Oh God, Michela, you are
serious about this."
"When are we both closing next? Where is
your schedule?"
"In my bedroom," Claudia said as she followed
Michela into the bedroom. They looked at the schedule. "We
are both closing next weekend. How about next Friday evening after
work?"
The two girls went out and partied that night
and then it was back to Claudia's apartment for a glass of brandy and some
light petting as the two finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Claudia had to open and Michela
was off but she told Claudia that she would wait for her to come back home
and then they would go out and shop. Claudia got home and told Michela
that there had been a phone call for her at the salon. She did not
get the name of the person but a phone number. "Whoever it was said
it was important and if someone was able to contact you then to have you
call tonight whatever time."
Michela picked up the phone and she dialed the
number. She sat on the couch as Claudia fixed a couple of drinks.
After ten minutes Claudia came back into the living room. Michela
looked at Claudia. "How does she know?"
"What are you talking about?" Claudia said.
"That was Ms. Walters. How does she know
all these things about me?" Michela said.
"What now?" Claudia said. "What is
going on?"
"It is almost like she is here in the room with
me. She knows about my wanting to open my own shop. Claudia,
you are the only one who knows about this. I haven't told anyone
and I know you haven't. She also knows what we were talking about
last night. Claudia, she has a proposition for me tomorrow.
I am to meet her for cocktails and she wants me to wear a little black
miniskirt and a pair of black boots. Claudia, she wants you to come
too. We are supposed to meet her at La Baron at 12:00 on the dot.
If we are late, she will not wait for us."
"Michela, this is getting spooky."
"So she is a little crazy but if she wants to
talk to me about my dreams, I am going to go and Claudia, you are going
to come with me. She will not see me unless you are there with me.
That is her request."
Later that evening, Claudia drove Michela home.
Michela walked into her bedroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Standing behind the mirror looking back at her was her own reflection but
sporting an ultra short cropped head. Michela spoke: "Wow, that does
look good."
The reflection spoke back: "Yes, your friend
really enjoyed doing it. You have no idea how turned on she was when
she stripped your head. You look so lovely Michela. Make sure
you bring Claudia with you when Ms. Walters gives you the funding to open
your salon."
"What or who are you?" Michela said as she looked
at the reflection.
"I am you, child. I am your inner self,
looking out for your best interests."
"Will my salon be a success?" Michela said.
The reflection spoke back. "If Claudia
comes with you, you will do better then you have ever done before.
You both will be successful."
"What about Ms. Walters? Will she interfere
in the operation of the salon?"
"No, child! Ms. Walters does not have a
lot of time on this earth. She has no heir to give her estate to.
For the past two years you have made her a very happy woman, giving her
the confidence she needs to carry on in her struggle. She is a very
lonely woman but with you she has found some measure of dignity and happiness
and she plans on rewarding you if you do this one unselfish act for her."
"And this unselfish act would be..........."
Michela said.
"Cutting your hair and giving her your ponytail,"
the reflection said.
Michela picked up her phone and she called Claudia.
"You have to come over right now. You are not going to believe what
I am going to tell you. Please come now," Michela said.
"I was just going to get in the shower but okay,
I will be there in fifteen minutes."
"Let yourself in. I am going to go and
get some beer. Make yourself at home."
When Claudia got to Michela's apartment, Michela
was out but she got back in less then ten minutes. "Okay, now what?"
Claudia said.
"I saw my reflection in the mirror. Wait,
I saw myself with a clippered head, really short." Michela told Claudia
everything that happened.
"Stay here for tonight, Claudia. Don't
leave me here alone."
The next day both young ladies were off and after
breakfast at an outdoor bistro and some shopping, the two ladies drove
to la Baron to meet with Ms. Walters both of them dressed in short black
miniskirts and black knee high boots. The host spotted them right
away as they stood in the line for lunch. He approached them and
spoke: "Your host waits for you in her private booth. This way, ladies."
They walked to the back of the restaurant to a booth which had a curtain
drawn around it. The host drew the curtain aside and he stepped aside
as Ms. Walters stood up and greeted Michela and Claudia with a warm hug
and a kiss. "Have a seat, ladies. A bottle of Napoleon brandy
and three inner round dinners. If that is okay for my guests.
I hope you don't mind if I order for you."
"Not at all, Ms. Walters. Thank you for
the invitation." Michela said.
"I knew you would come, Michela. I know
all about you, everything about you and your friend. You are Claudia,
aren't you? I am Ms. Walters."
The three women ate dinner and drank the smooth
brandy and after a couple of glasses of smooth warm liquor, Ms. Walters
spoke: "I guess I owe you an explanation, Michela. I cannot tell
you everything I want to tell you except this. I have known about
you for years, since you were a baby. I have been secretly taking
care of you. Michela, I am your natural mother. I don't have
a lot of time on this earth. I have cancer and I am dying.
I have six months or maybe less to live. You have made me a happy
woman the past four years of my life. I have watched you graduate
from beauty school and I was there for your graduation, both yours and
Claudia's. You two work well together. I want you to achieve
your goals and I want to be a part of them."
Michela looked at Ms. Walters. "You are
my mother?"
Ms. Walters nodded her head. "I can prove
it if you want me too. But can that wait until later? Until
we go back to my home? Michela, I have no heir to inherit my vast
fortune. Your father died when you were very young and I was so wrapped
up in my work, I could not take care of you but I was always there.
You just did not know. You used to call me Auntie Yvonne. Your
grandparents took care of you but I always took you places, every weekend.
Your grandparents were sworn to secrecy not to tell you who I was.
It had to be that way. Otherwise, you would have been sent to a private
convent and I would never have seen you. Girls, can we go now and
I will explain everything when we get back to my home?" Ms. Walters
got up with the two girls and she drew the curtain back. The host
walked the three ladies to the front door. "You car is around the
corner, Ms. Walters and the young lady's car has been driven back to your
home."
The three ladies got into a limo and they drove
off to a huge mansion on the outskirts of the city within walking distance
from the beach. The limo driver drove through the gates right to
the front door of the mansion. He got out of the car and opened the
doors for the ladies. They got out and Michela looked at Yvonne:
"This is your home?"
Yvonne nodded her head. "Soon, all of this
will be yours for your one unselfish act. Shall we go inside?
We have a lot to talk about and I have lots of things to show you to prove
who I am."
For the next three hours, Yvonne brought box
after box of documents into the parlor and she sat with Michela telling
her all about her life. Finally after three hours, Michela looked
at Yvonne and said: "That is enough. I don't need to see anymore."
"Are you mad at me?" Yvonne said.
"No, not al all. I understand why you did
what you did. I believe what you have told me. I don't need
to be convinced anymore. I wish you would have told me sooner."
"I wish I could have but if I would have, your
grandparents would have lost you and I would never have seen you anymore.
So I stepped back into the background. But I was always there for
you. Your grandparents told me everything you needed and I got you
whatever you wanted. I paid for your education, for your college.
I watched over you and I loved you."
Michela got up and gave Yvonne a big hug.
"Tell me why you want me to do this unselfish act for you?" Michela asked.
Yvonne took out a photo album and she opened
it to the middle of the book. "Here," she said as she placed the
album in Michela's lap. Claudia looked at the photo and then she
looked at Michela. "That is you!" Claudia exclaimed.
"No. That is me, 20 years ago. I
looked just like you until I lost all this mane of black hair because of
cancer treatment. Michela, I just want to have my dignity back for
one day, when I die. I want your hair made into a wig and I want
to be wearing it in my coffin. Michela, you will be beautiful for
the rest of your natural life. I only ask that you never grow your
hair long again." Yvonne got up and started walking out of the parlor.
"Will you follow me?" she asked as Michela and Claudia got up and followed.
"I told you Michela that I have no heir to give all of this to. It
will all be sold and I don't want that to happen. Michela, you are
my daughter. This is all yours, when I die. All of it, the
limo, the mansion the salon, the money, the staff, is yours. You
are to inherit it. If you do not believe me, here is the phone.
Call your grandparents. They will tell you. Please would you
do that? Phone them. Tell them where you are, right now."
Michela made the call and as Yvonne told her,
her grandparents were very happy for her. Michela asked one question
and she got the answer she wanted. "Yes, Yvonne is your natural mother."
Yvonne had walked to a back room, which she opened
and as she walked inside, Claudia turned to Michela. "Look at this,
Michela. This is exquisite."
"Only the best of equipment and the best facility
for my daughter," said Yvonne as she hugged Michela. Michela looked
at the vast room complete with three barber chairs in blue vinyl, sinks,
counters, the best equipment and everything to set up a business from the
house. "Everything is here for you, child. Everything to make
your dream come true. I will be watching over you when I leave this
earth. You will be successful for the rest of your life. It
is already registered to you as my gift to you and Claudia. You don't
need to do anything. The taxes are paid. The house is paid.
Just keep my name alive."
Michela walked over to one of the chairs.
She got into the chair and she sat down. Claudia walked over to the
chair and she picked up a pair of clippers. Yvonne sat down on a
chair and Michela lowered her head as Claudia hit the switch on the clippers.
She gathered all of Michela's long black hair into her tightly closed fist.
She pulled it hard as she told Michela to lower her head. Michela
lowered her head as she was looking at her lap. Claudia placed the
teeth of the clippers at Michela's nape and she pushed the clippers up
her neck. The clippers felt warm in Claudia's hand as she pushed
the clippers slowly up the neck. She shook a bit as she noticed she
was nervous about the prospect of shearing her best friend. If Yvonne
wanted a wig made of Michela's hair, Claudia would have to preserve the
hair as best as possible, in full length. Michela continued to look
at her lap as Claudia moved the clippers slowly up her neck. The
teeth bit into the back of her neck and as they approached the ponytail,
Claudia took the clippers off the neck and did a second path up the neck.
Michela's hair was being severed slowly and methodically from her neck.
The long mass of hair hung over Claudia's hand as she pulled tighter and
tighter on the ponytail. Finally with one last push and a final pass
up the nape, Claudia severed the ponytail at the back of the crown.
The hair at the nape was short, very short about an inch and a half in
length.
Claudia held the ponytail in her hand as she
walked in front of Michela and held it up for her to see. "Here it
is," Claudia said as Michela looked and a big smile came across her face.
Claudia also had a big smile across her face. She walked over and
placed the ponytail on the counter beside a yard stick. Claudia looked
at the measurement. "My god, Michela, that is almost 30 inches of
thick curls and shiny hair." Yvonne got up and walked over to the
counter and she
picked up the long ponytail, which Claudia had
secured tightly with a ribbon.
"Michela, can I take this and have it sent to
the wig-maker?" Yvonne asked.
Michela looked at Yvonne and she nodded her head.
"Thank you, Michela.
My dear Michela. I will leave you two alone
now to finish what you need to
do. I must get this packaged and on the
way if I want to have it back within
two weeks."
Claudia stood behind Michela as Yvonne left the
room. Michela looked at her
reflection in the mirror. "Was it as good
for me as it was for you?" Claudia
asked.
Michela could not help but notice the huge smile
on Claudia's face. "You
Enjoyed that, didn't you? Well, now you
can say you have had experience
in clipping a female. Yes, it felt sexy.
The cool metal on my neck. I can see
why Yvonne swears by the feeling she has when
I run the clippers over her
head."
"Do you think she is on the level?"
Michela nodded her head. "Grandpa would
never lie to me," Michela said.
"He doesn't have a bad bone in his body.
He told me that he is glad everything
is finally out in the open. So Claudia,
what do you think of all of this? Do
you think you could enjoy working here with me?"
Claudia smiled as she looked at her own reflection
in the mirror. She placed
hand on Michela's head and she tilted her head
to the side as she drove the
clippers under the mass of hair at the ears.
She proceeded to clip Michela's
hair shorter around the ears. Michela's
black hair fell down over her shoulders
to her lap. Claudia continues to push the
clippers closer and closer to the
crown.
After clipping the one side, she walked over
and clipped the other side; fine and short. Finally, Claudia put
the clippers down and she grabbed a pair of scissors. Standing behind
the chair, she reached over her face and pulled up Michela's bangs.
Cutting the bangs very short and pulling the comb back as she snipped the
hair, Claudia could not help but notice that Michela did indeed look a
lot like Yvonne. The nice slender neck, the fine high cheek bones,
the round full lips and the beautiful blue eyes. "I finally figured
out why I like your sense of style so much," Claudia said as she continued
to pull the comb back and snipped at Michela's crown.
"Why is that?" Michela said. Claudia put
the scissors down and stood away from the mirror.
"Look at what you se in the mirror. Tell
me that what you see is not the most beautiful face you have ever seen.
Michela, you should have done this a long time ago. This is totally
you. You have the look to wear this."
Claudia now picked up the clippers a second time
and she placed her hand on the back of Michela's head. She placed
the head of the clippers on Michela's nape. The buzzing sound of
the clippers sent a shock through Michela and she shook slightly as Claudia
pushed the clippers up the nape. Black choppy hair fell to the floor
and down to Michela's shoulders. Michela continued to look at the
pile of hair that was accumulating on the floor in front of her feet.
Claudia ran the clippers up the neck to the back of the cape. Five
passes and she put the clippers down. She picked up a small pink
brush and dusted it with talc powder and she rubbed it into Michela's nape
and sides. Picking up a tube of gel, Claudia applied a dap of gel
to her palm and she rubbed it through Michela's bangs and around the ears.
She combed the hair up and small spikes around the ears and bangs gathered.
Claudia now stood back and Michela stood up and walked over to the full
length mirror in the corner. She turned around so that she could
get a look at her nape. Her hand went to the crown and she rubbed
the closeness of the cut. "This feels sexy!" Michela said as she
rubbed the nape and the sides. "Really sexy, I like it." The
two girls gave each other and hug and Claudia got a broom and swept up
the pile of cropped hair that was on the floor.
The two girls walked out of the salon together
as they found Yvonne giving a package to a courier. "Take good care
of this," she ordered the courier. As Michela walked into the parlor,
Yvonne turned around to catch sight of Michela. "Wow, you look wonderful,"
she said as she walked over and hugged Michela. "So girls, would
you like to set up here in the house? There is room for both of you
here."
Author: JCWP
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