H a i r c u t    S t o r i e s



The Sisters "T"
story written and contributed by
Jim B.



 John and Mary Tomson had two daughters.  The oldest was named Tammy 
Theresa, the youngest named Terry Tina.  Over the years, of their childhood, 
they became known as "The sisters 'T'" to family and friends.  In their 
childhood years each developed a different path of interest. 
 But, both were very smart girls, taking to reading and writing as 
young as two years of age.  Both enjoyed sports, mostly competing against 
boys, but not against each other. 
 At the age of five, Tammy became interested in fixing her mother and 
sister's hair, as well as her own.  She would comb their hair different ways, 
as if to be styling it.  She quickly learned how to use hair rollers, but not 
the solutions. 
 But, unknown to her mother she would cut the hair of her, and that of 
her sister, dolls.  This lead to her sister the next year.
 Tammy talked Terry into letting her cut, as she told her, her hair. 
"I will only cut the end", she told Terry.  That first attempt was one that 
brought tears to Terry, and a punishment from their mother.
 It also cost mother six dollars to have the uneven hair cut straighten 
out.  The hair cut, by their mother's friend and hairstylist, end up being a 
short bob just about the bottom of Terry's ears.
 But, Tammy never gave up.  She would glue strips of paper on the, now 
hairless, head of her dolls and practice cutting the paper hair even.  She 
found some hair magazines, her mother had purchased, and tried to cut the 
paper hair like the models in the magazines were cut.  Surprisingly she 
became very well at it.
 But, she still wanted to cut real hair.  But, not her own.
 So, when summer came, the next year, she again talked her little 
sister into letting her cut her hair for the summer. 
 Terry's hair had grown out over the year and was just to her 
shoulders.  This time Tammy's hair cutting was a lot better, than the last 
one she gave Terry.  When their mother saw Terry coming out their room, with 
her hair cut as short as the stylist had, she was surprised.  Thinking their 
dad had taken her to his barber shop that evening. 
 When she found out he didn't, Tammy was punished again.  But, for 
part of her punishment, this time, mother took her to their dad's barber. 
Mary asked him to give her a boyish hair cut.   Tammy did not like it and 
protested.  But, in the end the point was well taken by her.
 Some years had gone by before Tammy approached Terry and her hair.
 She became more knowledgeable, and acquired more skill, in hair care. 
She learned how to use perming lotion.  As well as, how to trim the end of 
long hair.
 Terry became her willing model, always asking her to, "do something 
different with her hair".  Each week she would show up at school with her 
hair in different styles.  Each Saturday Tammy would play with Terry's hair. 
Combing, brushing, it out, only trimming the ends when they were noticeably 
uneven.
 Their father said they both had a "hair fetish".  One liking to do 
things with hair, the other liking things to be done to her hair.  But, he 
did not know how much this fetish was deep within them.
 One night Tammy confessed to Terry her wish to give a "crewcut" to 
one of her girlfriends. 
 Terry confessed to her she "really did not like her hair long", as 
she had let it grow for their mother.  She told Tammy how much she liked the 
hair cut mother had required Tammy to get, the second time she cut Terry's 
hair.  How she wished she had been the one to be punished and enjoy the 
adventure Tammy did that day.
 They discussed this, their personal "fetish" for hair, many times 
before retiring for the night.
 Unbeknown to Terry, and even their parents, Tammy had been checking 
out books on hair cutting from the public library, as well as the library at 
school.  She even talked Rose, the older sister of her friend Candy, into 
letting her read her textbooks from beauty school, which she had finished the 
past summer.  Also, she found textbooks, ten years old, on barber training. 
 
 She was, also, surprised how she was able to hid, from them, the home 
hair cutting set she had purchased around Christmas.  Even more so, she was 
surprised how she was able to practice using the scissors and the clippers. 
     She had thought she would have to 
wait until she was eighteen before she would be able to do more than what she 
was now doing.  But, Terry's admission, of wanting to cut her hair, heighten 
her wish.  She made a promise, to herself, she would make Terry's wish come 
through.
 Tammy would pretend she was cutting Terry's hair each time she 
combed, or brushed, it.  She would make the sounds of the scissors, even the 
clippers, cutting hair.  She would show Terry pictures of women with short 
hair cuts.  But, they would laugh and go about doing whatever it was they 
wanted. 
 But, a few weeks before school was out for the year, Tammy became 
more aggressive.  She first told Terry of the books she had checked out and 
read.  Even telling her "she had plans to purchase one of those hair cutting 
kits", to practice on her paper hair dolls.
 Then, the night before the last day of school, Tammy took her 
aggression one step closer.  She laid out the kit on her bed where Terry 
could see it.
 When she came out from her shower, Terry notice the kit and begin 
looking it over. She touched the scissors, the comb, the clippers.  Tammy was 
standing outside, in the hallway, their room viewing her sister's interest.
 At the right movement she walked in, Terry was holding the clippers 
close to her head.
 Tammy took it from her and sat down on the bed next to her.  Without 
saying a word she started cleaning the clippers, even though she had never 
used it.  After brushing the head, she applied some oil.  She undid the cord 
and plugged it in the outlet behind her night stand.
 With the knowledge she had read, she pushed the switch turning on the 
clippers.  When it came to life Tammy notice Terry jump, but not much.  She 
noticed Terry's eyes as she moved the clippers around in the air.  After a 
few minutes she turned it off, but quickly she turned it back on when she 
notice Terry turn away.
 As Terry sat on her bed, reading, Tammy begin telling her how the 
clippers could be used to cut hair.  Ever so often she would click the switch 
on and off, quickly.  This caused Terry's eyes to jump to the sound.
 Then, came that night.  School was out for the year. 
 Each had a summer job to start in a few days.  Tammy had gotten one 
five months before, at the beauty salon a few block from where they lived. 
Her duties were not much, but somewhat important to the operation of the 
salon.  She would make  sure the supplies the hairstylist used were in stock. 
 That each station was clean for the next days operation.  She sweep the 
floors of the cut hair.  After a few weeks there Doris, the owner,  showed 
her the proper way to wash hair.  This became her job when there were a lot 
of customers.
 She took interest when one of the stylist was cutting hair.  She 
watched how the hair was combed out, then sectioned.  Mostly she watched, 
eyes following each movement, as the stylist combed and cut.  Tammy would 
look at the appointment calendar to see who would be doing what each day, so 
she could plan where to be when one of they was cutting hair. 
 
 Terry had gotten a summer job working for the recreation department. 
 She would be working with the coaches, seeing that their equipment was 
ready.  In the afternoon she would be coaching one of the girls little league 
teams.
 That night Terry told Tammy how she wished her hair was cut shorter, 
so to keep it from getting in her eyes.  But, she didn't know how short to 
get it cut, nor did she have the money to do so. 
 Tammy laughed, and expressed her distrust. 
 "Why spend your money.  I can cut your hair for you", she told her 
sister.  "All we have to do is wait until mom and dad are gone for the 
night". 
 Terry became a little worried, but she did want her hair cut for the 
summer.
 Like before she agreed to let Tammy cut her hair.
 While they waited for their parents to leave for the night, they 
talked about various hair cuts.  But, Tammy wanted to know more about what 
Terry would be doing and how "brave" she was.
 When their parents, finally, left they waited fifteen minutes to make 
sure they did not forget anything and had to return.  While they waited Tammy 
brushed Terry's hair out from a center part.
 Then, when she was ready she got out her little hair cutting kit and 
set things out.  Terry asked her if she was sure she knew how to cut hair, 
reminding her of the last time she had let her do so. 
 Tammy smiled at her and said "yes".
 Still a little worried Terry sat, in the chair in front of the 
mirrored dresser, as Tammy put the cape around her neck.  As Tammy combed her 
hair out Terry begin asking her how she was going to cut her hair.  Again 
Tammy smiled and told her, "Trust me.  I know just the cut for you".
 Tammy picked up the clippers and wiped off the head.  Then, she put a 
few drops of oil on the teeth and turned it on.  Tammy jumped just as she had 
the nights Tammy sat on her bed cleaning and oiling the clippers.
 "How brave are you"? Tammy asked Terry once more.
 Her eyes fixed on the hair cutting tools before her, her breathing 
begin to heighten, her mouth became dry.  "Very brave", she nervously told 
her sister.  "But, I do, for some strange reason, trust you".
 With that Tammy turned the clippers off and picked up the scissors 
and comb.  She combed a section of hair out, and combed through it a few 
times.  She looked at her sister, in the mirror, her eyes fixed on what she 
had done.
 "How brave are you"?, Tammy asked her again.
 Again Terry said, "Very".
 Placing the scissors in the middle of the section of hair, she had 
combed out, she asked Terry, "Do you really trust me"?
 "Yes", replied Terry somewhat less nervous.
 With that Tammy slid the scissors down the section of hair a little 
more and quickly cut off ten inches of hair.  It fell into Terry's lap. 
Another sections was combed and cut sending another ten inches into the cape.
 Terry watched as Tammy combed and cut, combed and cut.  Slowly she 
worked around her head cutting her hair to within four inches of her head. 
Terry noticed how her hair fell together.  She liked how the scissors sounded 
when Tammy cut her hair.  "It feels nice", she told her sister, who smiled at 
her.
 When she was finished cutting she placed the scissors and comb on the 
table.  Standing so Terry could not see what she was doing, Tammy fingered 
the attachments.  She picked one up and looked it over.  Finally, she put the 
one that read number "2" on the clippers' head. 
 She flicked the switch on and off a few times, watching to see if she 
had put it on right. 
 Satisfied she did it right, she turned around to her wide eyed sister.
 Flicking the switch on, causing Terry to jump a little, she asked 
again, "Brave and trusting"? 
 Terry sat staring at the humming clippers.  "Brave and Trusting", 
she heard Tammy ask again.  Taking a deep breath she shook her head "yes".
 Terry held the back of her sisters head as she brought the singing 
clippers to her forehead.  Looking at her again, again asking, "Brave and 
trusting"?
 Feeling a little uneasy Terry again replied, "Brave and trusting".
 With that, Tammy slowly pushed the clippers back over her sister's 
head, cutting away over three and half inches of her hair.  As the clippers 
moved backward the pile of hair grew, almost choking the clippers.  Then, 
just as she was about to pull the clippers up and away, the pile of hair fell 
off her sister's head, falling to the floor like a five pound weight.
 Tammy brought the clippers back, and begin another pass over her 
head.  Slowly another pile of hair grew on the clippers head, then fell to 
the floor when it come to the back of her head.  Three move passes and Tammy 
had cut her sister's hair the shortest it had ever been cut, even by her 
until now.
 As she looked at her sister, in the mirror, she placed the clippers 
in front of her right ear and pushed it upward.  Quickly it moved up to the 
arch, where she had ran the clippers first.  Unlike running the clippers over 
her head, the pile of hair fell to the floor as it cut each little strand.  As 
she worked her way around her head hair followed her movement.
 Tammy tilted Terry's head forward and slowly pushed the clippers up 
her nape to the arch.  Five, six, seven, passes were made, now she was on the 
left side of Terry's head.  A few more upward movements with the clippers and 
she was finished.
 Tammy had given Terry a nice three eighth inch clipping.  As she 
brushed her finger tips over it a strange feeling came over her.  One she 
never felt before, not even when she cut the paper hair on her dolls.  Nor, 
when she washed the hair of the women who had short hair.  The felling sent 
shivers up her fingers, her arms, through her body.
 Her eyes were fixed on Terry's new hair cut.
 "Tammy", came a soft voice.  "Tammy ..... Tammy", the soft voice 
called to her again.
 "Tammy, are you all right", it asked again.
 Tammy blinked and shook her head.  It was Terry who was calling her 
name.  She had a smile on her face.
 "Yes", Tammy replied.  "I was just looking how nice the clipping came 
out.
 "Here", she told her as she again brushed her finger tips over 
Terry's clipping.  "Here, feel how soft your hair feels".
 Tammy took both hand from under the cape and brushed her finger tips 
over the sides of her head.  Her body did a little shiver, but her smile 
grew.  When her fingers reached the back of her head, she let the full length 
of her fingers brush up the back of her head and over the top.  Her body 
shivered two more times, the last one as her fingers left her forehead.
 "God, Terry", she commented like a little girl, "that feels great. 
Just like the hair brush gram gave us when we were little girls.  Remember".
 Terry smiled as she shook her head "yes".  But, she was still feeling 
brave.  Her body shivered as she fingered the clippers.  Slowly she moved 
them to the head of the clippers.  She rubbed her thumb over the underside 
of number two attachment.  Her throat became dry, she tried to swollow, but 
her throat was too dry.
 Quickly she put the clippers down.  She patted Terry on the right 
shoulder, "Be right back".
 She quickly walked out the room and down the hall to the bathroom. 
There she stood in front of the medicine cabinet, her face pale in color.  Her 
palms feeling moist.  Turning on the water she let it's coolness fill her 
cupped hands.  Bring them up to her face she inhaled as she let the cool 
water flow over her warm face.  She filled a paper cup with water and drank 
the dryness away, somewhat.
 Standing there she could not believe Terry had let do this.  She 
tried to think of why herself.
 Then, a smile came to her face.
 

To be continued ..........
 


 
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