Then Erina confessed her fetish for very short hair. "When I see a guy with a ultra short haircut I get this strange urge, you know. And I... I just go for them............"   "Think I still like Jim most." Erina dated Jim for about two months now . Jim was a 22 year old son from an accountant, working in his dad's office since two years now. He needed to be dressed accordingly, "to show respect to the customers" as his father always put it.Lisa knew Jim. He dated her older sister for some time. Lisa never knew exactly why they split up. He seemed to be a kind and reliable guy and stayed a friend of the family. "But I can't help throwing myself at every guy with a shaven head or a short brush cut and a shaven nape. I get weak, horny just thinking about it," she said with a tiny smile. "And I always go to the barbershop with them when they get their haircut."  Lisa listened to her in astonishment and didn't know how to respond to this confession. She even felt excitement herself, hearing Erina whisper about her feelings. She couldn't believe what happened to her while listening to Erina. She felt getting wet and had nip-ons. Erina noticed Lisa's reaction witch was obvious since she stuck her hand between her legs and started rubbing her hills of excitement while staring strangely at Erina's hair.  They changed the subject to planning Lisa's birthday party next weekend. Two days after the real date. Then after a while chatting about all kind of things Lisa went home and Erina had to go to work. "See you at the party". "OK". Erina was walking to Lisa's house. She had decided to take the afternoon off to surprise Lisa on her birthday. It was about three when she rang the doorbell. Lisa's mother opened the door and welcomed her with a big hug. "Great to see you again. Lisa will be delighted that you are here. She didn't expect you, you know. She told me this morning you'd be at work." Lisa's mom told Erina to walk right upstairs to her room. When she entered eyes of three persons went wide open.  Happy birthday.....Congratu...... what the hell...... what are you doing here???" The last words were addressed to JIM. Lisa and Jim jumped off the bed they were sitting on together. Both of them tried to start explaining, but Erina turned around and run out of the room, downstairs, out of the house. They went after her and caught her two blocks away. Jim grabbed her firmly by her arm and made a new attempt to talk to her. But she slapped him in his face. While both looked at each other in anger, Lisa said: "I had to tell him, Erina. He is a friend." "That's no reason why this piece of junk should go...." Erina stopped her speech. She realized now what Lisa just said. "Friend... Had to tell... O God!" Erina's mind went crazy. "Yeah, and since you trust me the way you act yourself, I have a present for you....". he bit to her.  "And it isn't even your birthday, can you imagine", Jim added sarcastically. Jim, still holding her arm, dragged her with him. Erina started to cry. "What are you doing Jim. Where are you taking me? It hurts!!" Lisa followed, not knowing where they were going to either. After about ten minutes of walking, crying and shouting, Jim stopped in front of his barbershop. "I will leave you, but I'll make sure you can enjoy a nice haircut even when I will not be with you any more".  Then he dragged her in...  "Hi Jim", the stylist said. She was sitting in the barber chair, looking up from the magazine she was reading. "Back again. Oh, hi Erina." Jim and Jill had become friends over the years, during his frequent visits.  Without saying anything, still holding Erina's arm, he dragged her to the barber chair and pushed her in. Lisa, to nervous to talk, sat herself down on one of the waiting chairs. She looked around. There were two enormous barber chairs. Lisa felt aroused, not believing a dream would come through. For so long she'd had fantasies about watching her friend Erina getting her strong, shiny hair cut. "Jill, this lady has a special request", Jim turned to the barberette. "She gets turned on by very short men haircuts, so I decided to give her one........".  "Oh no Jim, I couldn't do that", Jill replied. "I would get fired when I let myself into this". She looked at Jim nervously, knowing in the state he was he couldn't be stopped. "Now look here, Jill, Erina......", Jim raised his voice again and started to explain the situation. Lisa grabbed his arm and pulled him in the chair next to her without saying a word.  Now Jill looked at the sobbing Erina and back to Jim and Lisa. She didn't know what to do. She thought about her job, and about the possible loss of a customer and friend. Then walked to the chair. And caped Erina. She had made up her mind and acted extremely cool. Erina wanted to get out of the chair shouting, "Nooo heeelp....", but Jill just grabbed her shoulder and her hair firmly and pulled her back. Erina stopped crying, couldn't move a hair. And since it was obvious there would be no help, she just hoped Jill would spare her and Jim would change his mind. But... then she jumped in the chair. It was a strange sound her ears were not accustomed to. 'POP' 'hummmmmmm'.  Jill flicked on the clippers. She started to sob. "Oh nooooo..." "SIT STILL", Jill demanded pushing her chin to her chest."Let's make this a quick one". She lifted her hair in the back to push the clippers under. "I'm not sure if I'd do a good job on a crewcut or a high and tight under this conditions. So I'll do what I  can." Then she drove the clippers upwards from her hairline to her crown. "Hummmmmm.....bizzzzzz chruzzzz", The clippers were singing out loud.  Long tresses of thick, healthy, shiny hair fell to the floor, revealing the white skin. "Oooouuh noooo... my hair", Erina wept. Hardly able to articulate the words. When Jill was finished at the back she moved to her right side. It was then when Erina really saw what Jill meant by doing what she can do. She pushed her head to the left and started mowing away her sideburns. The clippers had no guard. The areas were shaven completely bald. Tears were flowing from her eyes and im and Lisa sat there gasping in disbelieve from what they were watching.  In a few minutes Jill buzzed her head to no more than sandpaper on her scalp. Erina, looking at her crying reflection, thinking she was finished with her, then heard another unfamiliar sound. PFFISSHHHHJJJ.... She turned to where she thought the sound was coming from. Jill was holding a can and in her other hand was a pile of white cream. She patted the cream on her head. Then she opened one of the drawers and took a Mach3 safety razor out. Erina closed her eyes firmly but couldn't avoid the tears to escape.  Jill carefully but firm she pulled the razor over Erina's head. Positioning it with her other hand.  SSSCCRAPP.... SSCRAPP.... Her eyes fixed on the foam and stubbles. But every few seconds she flicked her head backwards closing hereyes, feeling a shiver racing through her spine down to her groin.  Both Erina and Jill couldn't believe what was happening to them, for different reasons, though. Jill moved her fingertips over the now uncovered scalp, to see if there were any stubbles left. When she was satisfied about the work, she uncaped Erina and helped her out of the chair. 
She was still crying and could hardly stand on her feet. Jim went up to her checking the result. "So now, get out and enjoy yourself", he whispered in her ears. She quickly run out.  He paid Jill, who treated him with a naughty smile, and left the shop with Lisa just behind him. Once outside she jumped on him and hugged and kissed her hero. "Thank you for this unforgettable birthday present". One day.... will YOU do this to me?" she asked with her pleading eyes while she flicked her hair backwards. Jim was looking in her eyes. She was looking at his brush cut, caressing it. Then looked back in his eyes. Quiet for some seconds.  "Neah" he replied. "It no fun doing it to a volunteer". Laughing loudly they held hands and headed home.........