headshave confession

Seema was living opposite my building. Our balconies were opposite each other. Every day I used to see her through my balcony. I never got the courage to talk to her. She was living with her family, and I was alone. Our terrace was linked. One day I was on the terrace enjoying the view of the sunset. I saw her there, standing on her building terrace, looking at the sun. Then she turned her face toward me and smiled. I also smiled back and waved my hand. She did the same. Now, as the air was clear, I thought I should make a move. I went to her, and we started talking. She was a hairdresser and was waiting for her loan to pass for her beauty salon. I asked her if she cut only ladies' hair or guys' hair too? She looked at me with a weird expression and said, "Yes, I do. Why do you want a haircut?" I felt sarcasm in her tone of voice. So, I said, "No, I was just kidding." Then she turned her face toward the sun and, after a few seconds of silence she said, "I am serious. Do you want a haircut? I also want to practice something new and needed a volunteer." I said, let me think and we both continued to look at the sun. Then I thought let's do it, this will help me to get closer to her. So I told her, "Ok, I am ready" She said without looking at me, "Are you sure? You don't even know what I want." I said, "I am comfortable with everything" She smiled at me and started looking for the place. She found a place in the Conor and asked me to follow her there. I followed her. Then she said, "We will do it here so that there is no mess on the floor. I don't want anyone to know that someone got his hair cut in this place" I nodded my head in agreement. Then she ran her fingers through my hair, but I was confused because she didn't get any tools. How is she going to cut my hair? While running her fingers she said, "Your hair is very smooth. We don't need water." I was still not sure how she is going to cut my hair so asked, "How are you planning to cut my hair? you don't have any tools on you." She said, " I already got what it is needed" Saying that she put her hand in her back pocket and remove the black straight razor. My eyes were wide open looking at that. I asked her, "Do you carry the straight razor in your pocket?" Then she said, "I saw you looking at me every day. I also like you, but I like shaving heads more. That is the main reason I got into hair dressing profession. I saw you on the terrace. That is why I came here and brought this straight razor with me, in case you let me shave your head." In my mind, I thought she is crazy but I also like her. So finally I agreed and said, "Ok, if shaving my head will make you happy, then shave my head." She hugged me tightly and then bent my head. I was a little taller than her. She said, "Tell me if you feel any pain" I nodded my head, and she started. She unfolded the straight razor, placed it in the center, and started shaving it toward down. My shaved hair was falling on the ground. I was able to see them. But, I must say that she was very good at her job. I did not feel any irritation while getting a dry head shave. She kept running razor in my head until the top portion of my head was completely shaved bald. Now she asked to get straight, I did. She was cleaning the shaved hair off my clothes while I was looking at her. She saw me looking at her and she smiled. Then she said, " I know you are enjoying your head shave but we have to do it before anyone comes here" So I bent my head again, and she started shaving the back of my head. The razor was running on my head and hair was falling on the ground. The same activity continued for a few minutes until my head was clean of hair from the back. She then made me look straight and shaved from both sides. She dusted all the shaved hair off my clothes. Now I knew why she said, "no water was needed". Then she looked at me with a big smile and her hands rubbing my shaved head. She rubbed my bald head for a few seconds and pulled me to kiss my shaved head. She gave somewhere close to 10 to 15 kisses on my shaved head. Then one big kiss on my lips. That kiss was wart more than a head shave for me. Then she said while rubbing my shaved head, "I know it is not smooth but, once my parlor is ready, I will give you the best head shave you ever had" I said, "I am waiting for that day." Then she pulled the plastic bag from another pocket and asked me to help her collect all the shaved hair in the bag. She was ready with all. It seems she already this was the time for my head shave. Then she again kissed me and said meet me at 8.00 pm at Kempfort mall and kissed me. Then she left. I stood till she disappeared on the stairs. Then I went to my room, taken bath, and got ready to meet her. While going towards the gate, one of my neighbors stopped me and said, "Ron! what have done? I saw you a few hours back you had full hair and now smooth bald head." At the same time, Seema walked by laughing at our conversation. I replied with a smile, " I thought I should the bald look so, here I am, bald head" And I started rubbing my head looking at Seema while she was looking at me crossing the gate.

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Headshave and Headshaving story - 2022

Radhika is a design engineer in a leading industry near Padi, Chennai. Being resident in faraway Adyar, it is quite a job coming to work everyday and going back. She found that taking a bus pass was the best thing to do. She is a 32 year old mother of a 10 year old boy, Ranjan and an 8 year old girl, Pratima. It was her fortune that her mother-in-law, Nagamani and father-in-law, Ramanan stayed with them. Otherwise who would tend to her children? More fortunate was that her relations with her in-laws were excellent. Her 35 year old husband, Venkatesan works as a Central Govt. employee in the Income Tax Department. She has a very happy relationship with her husband with full trust on both sides. She has not hesitated to get a lift from even gent riders when the occasion has called for it. In fact, her in-laws and hubby have encouraged her to do this rather than wait endlessly for non-available bus or autorickshaw. Of course, they have cautioned her to be careful in choosing the rider. Radhika is a beautiful lady with dense hair reaching only about 6 inches below her shoulders. That is the maximum length it reaches and she has not cut it for the past 18 years. It was when she was 14 that, to increase the length and density of her hair, her mother got her head nicely tonsured in Tirupati and for the next six months her head was closely shaved every month in the nearby barber shop. This improved the density and quality of her hair but not length. Radhika did enjoy that period of head shaving. Now, she is very successful in her career having got two promotions in her 11 year old job. Being highly talkative, she can befriend almost anybody within a short time. After she got her employment she had thought of offering hair at Tirupati but there was little opportunity for that with her marriage proposal almost being finalised. After marriage she was scared to raise the subject before her in-laws even though she had paid three visits to Tirupati since then. Of course, on all these occasions the menfolk and her daughter had got tonsured there. Still, she did nurse in the corner of her heart the desire to get her head nicely shaved there. It was an April Monday. As she boarded the bus for work, she was surprised to see the 24 year old lady conductor of the bus wearing a scarf. Her name was Shanti and had got this appointment about seven months ago. This was her second route. Radhika being a regular in the bus had easily befriended her. In fact, once in a while Radhika visits Shanti’s house which is just half a km from her own house. The employment meant a lot to the B.Sc. graduate Shanti what with her sick old father, mother and two studying youngsters. Now, obviously Shanti’s head was bald and she was hiding it for the sake of work. Radhika’s eyes glowed with pleasant surprise. At that time there were just two other passengers and Shanti greeted Radhika with a broad smile simultaneously taking off her scarf. Radhika caressed her smooth head saying “Nice, Shanti”. Shanti tied the scarf back hurriedly and said “Thank you, Akka. I did not inform you of this beforehand to make it a surprise for you. I have completed my probation and you know how much this job means to me. I had vowed this before I got the job. Also, Appa is improving slightly day by day. Yesterday, all of us including Amma and Preeti (her younger sister studying in I B.Sc.) got tonsured in Tirupati as thanksgiving to Lord Venkateswara. Come to my house today, Akka and see my beautiful, bald sister and mother. More at my house, Akka” and hurried off to collect money and issue tickets. Radhika was excited at the thought of seeing and caressing young Preeti’s and her high school studying brother, Raju’s bald heads. As she approached her desk in the factory, she had another surprise. Her senior, 40 year old Ramanathan was already there but minus his regular moustache and the nice, curly hair. It was a bit difficult to recognize him at first sight. Radhika said “Fine sir, you look really nice. Where had you been? Tirupati? Palani? Srisailam?” Ramanathan replied “Thank you, Radhika. I had been to Tirupati. You see, my wife, Kusuma had this vow of hers. So this is the result.” “What vow, sir?” “She had vowed, about five years ago, that after we bought our own house and cleared all the loans, she would offer hair in Tirupati as celebration. Of course, she had sought my and my parents’ clearance. Initially, Appa did not agree. But Amma persuaded him saying ‘You and I could not make our own house and Kusuma wants to do it. Let her do it. In fact, I also would like to do it, if you would agree.’ We all had been stunned by her statement. It is three months since we occupied our new house and got it registered. The kids (Ramanathan has two high school going 14 year old twin daughters and two sons aged 12 and 9) not only happily agreed for the tonsure but also persuaded their grand-father to join. It was agreed that all the eight would get our heads shaved in Tirupati. And so the day before yesterday, we all got tonsured in Kalyanakatta.” Radhika became so excited on hearing this that for a moment she was unable to breathe properly. “Can I come today to your house and see your people?” “Oh by all means. I will take you to my house on my bike after work”. Radhika had a tough time in concentrating on her job. She telephoned home that she would be late by about three hours. In the evening, she went to Ramanathan’s house riding pillion on his bike and saw his beautiful, bald wife Kusuma, the daughters, the sons and his parents – all nicely and proudly bald. She caressed everybody’s head including Ramanathan’s but barring those of his parents. The twins and their mother were ecstatic about their nice, gray bald heads. After about an hour of listening to their Kalyanakatta and other Tirupati experience, she set out to go back to Adyar by bus. She was supposed to go to Shanti’s house, you see. But, even after half an hour of waiting she could not get a bus to anywhere near Adyar or the bus had too much rush for her comfort. She started waving at single riders, mostly male and some female. While no female stopped to give her a lift, several men stopped but either their destination did not suit her or they appeared a bit too eager to have her on their pillion seat. Probably it was the 20th bike that she waved at in half an hour. The rider slowly stopped his Hero Honda Splendor at the left footpath. “Yes, Madam?” he asked with due respect. She could not see his face properly because of the helmet. “In which direction are you going?” “Adyar” “I also want to go there. Somehow I am unable to get a bus for the last one hour. Can you drop me in Adyar? I work nearby here”. She showed him her identity badge. “No problem. Please sit on the pillion seat.” “But a request. I would like to see your face fully and I would like you to write your name and bike no. in my diary. Just a precaution for my husband’s sake, you see.” She extended her small pocket diary and pen. “I can understand. I don’t mind at all.” He took off his helmet, took her diary and pen to write his name and bike no. And what a surprise for Radhika! The young man had a very recent tonsure and he looked so good with a fully bald head. She spontaneously blurted out with a grin “Oh! You are a mottai! How nice you look!” If only Venkatesan got his head done like this more often, say at least once a year! She could enjoy spending half an hour everyday stroking his nice bald head. By now he had finished writing. With a smile he handed back her diary and pen saying “Thanks for the compliment”. His name was Murali. He looked around 27 or 28. He observed her appreciating his nice round bald head. He smiled again and put on his helmet. He recalled in his mind how his mother and two sisters, his elder brother’s wife and now his own wife and two of his female colleagues all had wanted him to get his head shaved at one time or another. As a result this was his seventh tonsure in about 15 years. What is it that many females had in them to appreciate, even demand, a tonsured head on males? “Please sit down, Madam. Could I know your name?” He had not paid attention to that in the id card she had shown. “Radhika” she said, sitting a bit shyly, with both of her legs on the left side. She always wore sari to office. “Can you hear me?” she asked as the bike moved forward. She could not resist her ever-wagging tongue for long. “Sure. Are you able to hear me?” he asked back. “Where did you get the mottai done? Palani? Tirupati?” She asked. He said “I got it done in Tirupati yesterday.” “Are you married?” He had seen her mangalsutra, so he need not ask her that. “Yes, three years ago. I have a two year old daughter.” “Did your wife allow you to do this?” “She insisted that I do it. On Friday my colleague Chitra, on learning of my impending Tirupati visit, had threatened that if I came back with hair on my head she herself would tonsure my head. I don’t know why many women like the males in their lives bald. Well, it was for our two year old daughter’s mottai that we went to Tirupati. After that and darshan, my wife insisted that I also do it. When we again entered Kalyanakatta supposedly for my tonsure, she bought two tickets. I did not understand. She said she also would do it praying for the next child. I was taken aback. My parents-in-law who had come from Salem and my own parents who had come from Vellore supported her. I could not resist all of them and so I went along with her wish. After I and she got tonsured, we again had darshan and came back yesterday. Our parents are back to their places. It was in a way good that she did it. She looks very beautiful and is so much happy about it that she has vowed to do it again along with the mottai of our next child.” On hearing what Murali said about his wife, Radhika got so excited that it was a miracle that she did not fall off the bike. This was too much of a coincidence for her. Unable to control her tongue “I have this attraction for those who shave their heads especially females. I wish I could see your wife and appreciate her look!” “Well, your house could not be too far from where I live. So, please come home, Madam. She will very much welcome it. Since yesterday many have appreciated her, but some do have objected. She will be happy to have more support for her tonsure.” Radhika would not like to lose this opportunity of caressing Murali’s and his wife’s nice heads. It will be a bit delayed to go to Shanti’s house. No problem. She would be at home. “Okay, I would love to. But does she approve of you carrying strange females on your bike?” “Once or twice she objected. But once she got stranded in Ayanawaram when there was a strike. Reluctantly, she tried to get a drop on a two wheeler. A rowdy mob passed in front of her shouting and sloganeering. She started trembling with fear. After some time, a kind gentleman did give her a drop till Raj Bhavan. Since then she herself encourages these things. She has full confidence in my behaviour.” The two chatted on and on about many things – politics, cricket, music concerts, TV serials and so on. Finally after an hour of life on the bike and several traffic signals, he arrived at his house. She realised that his house was just about 5 minutes walk from Shanti’s house. Inside the house she was introduced to Pallavi, his wife. Oh! What a bald beauty she was! Radhika spontaneously hugged her, kissed her on her cheek and head and said “You look fantastic, Pallavi”. Though taken aback initially, Pallavi did not mind the gesture coming from an elder. She responded in equal measure to cement a sudden friendship saying “Thank you, Akka. A few have objected but most others have appreciated. Now that a close neighbour like you is on my side I won’t give a damn who says what and I will enjoy this going around bare headed.” She giggled. Radhika caressed the head of a blushing Murali also thanking him for having given her a drop. He said “Never mention it again. Hereafter, you are like an elder sister for us.” After receiving the prasadam and a cup of coffee Radhika left and walked to Shanti’s house. There, she learnt that Shanti had already gone to her house showing her bald head gleefully and given prasadam to her mother. She was hugged by Shanti’s bald sister Preeti. She caressed the nice bald heads of Shanti, Preeti and Raju. Already two days’ growth was there on their heads. Even the two elders – Shanti’s mother and father looked nice with bald heads. Shanti explained more about the pilgrimage. Because of his poor health, her father and mother got tonsured in their cottage. But her father insisted that the rest do it in Kalyanakatta only as doing it there among the general public is more auspicious. So, the three shed their sacred hair there. Shanti vowed to do it again three months after marriage. By the by her marriage had also been fixed to be conducted eight months hence. The bridegroom had agreed for a very simple marriage, for her to give all her earnings to her parents till Raju became old enough to earn a decent amount of money and for her to get tonsured immediately after marriage and also once in three or four years. Preeti vowed that she would also follow her dear sister’s footsteps – tonsure after getting employed and tonsure after marriage. Today, after her shift was over Shanti met her reporting officer, Natarajan to give prasadam. He was pleasantly surprised. He told her that if she wished she could work without the scarf and he would not have any objection. He commented “I have been telling my wife and daughter to get it done at least once. Neither listens to me. Please come to my house tomorrow after shift hours. At least, if they see you looking beautiful and confident with a bald head they may be convinced”. So, from tomorrow she would go to work with the scarf in her vanity bag. Preeti butted in with a giggle “All in my house call me ‘mottai’ and I welcome it. Though currently all are mottais in our house, only I will be called that. Will you also call me that, please?” Radhika replied with a giggle “Yes, mottai”. When Radhika finally returned to her house, it was 9 o’ clock in the night. “Why are you so late?” demanded her husband. Radhika ignored him and from the look of her everybody realised she was excited about something and it was better to wait than press for her answer. At the dinner sitting, her mother-in-law asked her “What is it, Radhu? You seem to be excited about something. By the by, your conductor friend Shanti had come. Know what? She has got her head tonsured in Tirupati and gave prasadam to all of us. She said everybody in her house got tonsured.” Radhika said “I know Amma. I am excited about the coincidence, too much of a coincidence. Three whole urban middle class families getting tonsured in Tirupati in the last two days! And I get to meet all of them, see all their bald heads, caress most of those heads, all in one evening. Too much coincidence, I think.” For the next half an hour she described the happenings of the day. Ramanan said “Yes, it is just a coincidence. So many people get tonsured everyday. It was a coincidence that you met three such families.” “No Appa, you rarely find whole of urban middle class families including young and old ladies getting tonsured. Maybe the gents, may be an occasional female. But whole families! I think there is a message in this for us, me at least.” “What are you driving at?” asked Venkatesan. “I also want to get fully tonsured in Tirupati” she blurted out blushing and lowering her eyes. “Ha ha ha, Radhu you getting tonsured! Why at all?” exclaimed Nagamani. “Cut it out Nagu. What Radhu says sounds good. Why only her? Why not you also? Why not the whole of our family? I feel such a thing would be a nice change for the family” said Ramanan. “You mean I also should do it?” implored Nagamani at her husband. “Why not Nagu? You will look good with it. If you don’t, it will anyway grow back in about a year or so. I would not come in your way if you chose to do it.” Venkatesan started giggling imagining a bald mother. “It would be funny to look at a bald you, Amma” he said. Radhika joined him in giggling. Nagamani became slightly angry at it but soon joined them in giggling. The kids also started laughing. The atmosphere became conducive for acceptance. “For what reason should anyone of us get shaved?” she asked Radhika. “No need for specific reasons. Just the pure desire of getting tonsured in a holy place like Tirupati is sufficiently good reason. I have wanted to do it ever since I joined work before marriage. But I never got the guts to ask you. Now this coincidence has filled some courage in me about it and intensified my desire to do it. So I have raised the topic.” “Let us do it then. All the six of us will get shaved including dear Nagu.” ruled Ramanan firmly. “When shall we go to Tirupati then?” “Shubhasya sheeghram. Earlier the better. Why not the coming Friday and Saturday?” butted Venkatesan. “Okay, the kids have holidays anyway. I will apply for leave on Saturday and we will leave on Friday evening itself” said Radhika. “But we have Shalini’s wedding in first week of May. Why not do it after that?” asked young Ranjan. Shalini was a cousin of Ranjan and Pratima. “Marriages come and go. If we tailor our life to such things we may not be able to do many things in time. What if we receive another invitation or two before Shalini’s marriage? We are going to offer hair to God and there is nothing wrong in appearing bald at the marriage. Rather, some of the punya we get by becoming mottais in Tirupati will rub off on the young new couple. Let us do it this Saturday” said Nagamani. Suddenly her subconscious desire to get tonsured made her more eager to do it early. Thursday morning Shanti told Radhika that on Tuesday evening she went to Natarajan’s house and met his wife, Sukanya and 18 year old daughter, Ananya. Both were surprised to see that a young shaven headed woman could look so good. “Yesterday Natarajan thanked me for visiting his house saying that at least Ananya got interested in doing it and she will do it at the opening of next academic year”. So, on that Saturday the six of Radhika’s family got clean shaved at Kalyanakatta in Tirupati. It was a superb experience for Radhika when her locks started falling and grazing her cheeks. Nagamani also felt elated getting tonsured. She said that if it was known that getting a tonsure at Tirumala is such a good spiritual experience she would have done it several times by now. After coming back Radhika made some decisions and announcements to her family. For a few more years she and Pratima would sport short machine-cut boycuts done in a barber shop. Everybody giggled. One more Tirupati shave for both when Pratima crosses eleven years of age and for six months thereafter Pratima would be rendered smoothly bald every month to make her hair dense and possibly long when allowed to grow. Some more giggle from Pratima herself. Thereafter, no haircuts for either of them till Pratima completes 10th class when both would again offer their hair at Tirupati. Pratima reacted “Oh, fine”. Venkatesan was elated to know that his dear wife would sport boycut for some time which he had been secretly fantasising. A bald Radhika, without any covering on her smooth grey head, again took the same route on Monday – to Ramanathan’s place on his bike, to Pallavi’s place, of course by bus this time and to Shanti’s house saying ‘The fourth mottai family for you’. This time it was she who distributed prasadam, showed around her bald head which was caressed by Kusuma, her twin daughters, Pallavi, Murali, Shanti, her mother, ‘mottai’ Preeti and even Raju. In fact, Pallavi and Shanti were ecstatic in seeing their dear ‘Akka’ also go bald so happily. With her lovely face, kumkum, nose stud, ear rings and saree her bald head gave her a very clean and decent appearance. Most of her colleagues have lauded her courage. Her equals started lovingly calling her ‘Bodi Radhika’. And she is happy with that epithet. That an accomplished female mechanical design engineer with traditional attire and a freshly tonsured head corrects the drawings of juniors, discusses engineering aspects with peers and superiors and gives a PPT presentation of her design to her seniors speaks volumes of her conviction that professional females getting religious tonsure and displaying it is a respectable thing to do. Shalini’s wedding was just two weeks after Radhika’s family mottai. In two weeks all had grown about 6 to 10 mm of hair. Shalini’s mother Nithya is Radhika’s cousin and is elder to her by 13 years. The entire family of Radhika went to Shalini’s marriage with quarter inch turfs on their heads. Many could not recognize them. 22 year old Shalini and 44 year old Nithya were pleasantly surprised at the beautiful face of Radhika with her almost bald head, silk saree, bindi, nice jhumka and nose stud. Shalini’s mom hugged Radhika saying ‘Radhu, how beautiful you look like this! I also will do this after Shalu’s marriage!’ Lo and behold! A week after Shalini’s marriage, Nithya, her husband and their 20 year old son went to Tirupati and all got fully tonsured. Early June, Shanti told Radhika that her boss Natarajan’s family also did family mottai. His wife who was against it finally had a change of mind and joined her daughter and husband in early June in shedding the hair at Tirupati. Shanti told that Ananya is ecstatic about being bald for the first time in her life. She would do it again after her marriage, she has vowed. Three months later, on a Sunday, Radhika took Pratima to the nearby barbershop where she used to take Ranjan for his haircut. The barber was astonished to see the two females with short hair. There was the usual Sunday crowd. Many giggled and many ogled at these two. Radhika simply smiled back and sat down waiting their turn. When their turn came, Radhika pushed young Pratima into the chair. She told the barber ‘machine cut on sides and back, very short on top, like boys’. He pumped up the chair, draped the young girl, took electric clippers with half inch attachment and ran it all over the girl’s head. Pratima was smiling at the sensations. The three month growth of about 2 inches was reduced to half inch all over. Then the barber took out the attachment and with bare blades balded the sides and back of the girl a bit high up making a boyish crew cut. It looked cute on the young girl who was happily all over herself with the sensational haircut she just now had. Then to the astonishment of all, Radhika sat in the chair. She said ‘machine on sides and back, top just sufficient for combing into a boyish crop’. The barber draped her, combed her hair, clippered the sides and back to about an inch above the top of ears, scissored the top neatly to merge with sides and back and produced a neat clippered boy cut on Radhika. She was ecstatic after the cut. All at home and office appreciated her looks with a male haircut and female attire. Her colleagues started calling her ‘Machine Cut Radhika’ or MCR for short. Many advised her to keep the style as it looks really good on her. She happily said ‘Thank you’ to all such people and said she would abide by their wishes. Since then Radhika sports a monthly machine boy cut which looks very good on her. And everybody in her office calls her MCR or MCR Madam. She is very happy being called like that.

Seema got my head shaved with straight razor - 2022

Seema never likes my haircut. Every time I come with a new hair cut she always finds some flaws in it. One day I was getting ready to go for my haircut. Seema was in the kitchen doing her household chores. When I came into the leaving room, she said in a slightly higher tone from Kitchen, “this time please get the same decent haircut”. I already know that once I am back she will be ready with some flaws so this time I asked her why not she tell me which kind of haircut she likes and I will get it in the same style. She came from kitchen and looked at me for few seconds and said, are you sure?’ I replied in intense tone, “yes”. She said that there are few things she wants, so I should go to her hairdresser which is by the way unisex saloon and she will call and explain the barberatte how to cut my hair. I was already upset, so I left without asking any further questions. In a few minutes I reached the saloon. I went into the shop and saw it was bigger than the saloon where I usually go. I was enjoying the view when one lady came to me and said, “Are you Ron?” I smiled and nodded my head. She said that she got a call from Seema and Seema told her how she wants your hair to be cut. By that time, I was still unsure what Seema planned for me. Barberrate escorted me to one of the chairs and asked me to sit. I did as she asked me to do. Then she took the cape and wrapped it around me. Then she started spraying water and rubbing my head. While doing that she asked me, “so, when did you get it done last time?” I said, “2 weeks back” She was confused and said, “2 weeks? How did your hair grow so much in 2 weeks?” I told her that this is a normal routine. I was looking at her facial expression through the mirror. I saw that she was confused and I was getting confused too so I asked her, “what did Seema ask you to do?” She replied, “Seema asked me to shave your head with a straight razor”. I was shocked to know that. I asked her again,” are you sure?” She replied, ”Yes” Then she said, “So are you ok with a head shave?” I looked at her for a few seconds and said, “Do it. I don’t want to listen any more stupid things from Seema.” Then she again came behind and started massaging my hair. Now my hair is completely wet. Then she went for a straight razor. She loaded the new blade in it and stood in front of me and placed her one hand on my head and bent it a little so that she could have a complete view of my head. She then placed her thumb in the centre of my head and placed a straight razor sticking to it. Now she slowly started shaving my head. She was sliding a razor towards the front. After a few strokes of Straight razor, I can see hair falling on the cape. I could not see anything but I could feel the movement of the straight razor and the portion which was shaved. It felt different when she placed her fingers on my shaved scalp. In a few minutes I was completely bald from top. Now she went to change the blade. Meanwhile I got the opportunity to see my new changed look. I was looking at myself in the mirror. Shaved from the top and hair on both sides. It's kinda funny. She saw me I was looking at my shaved head in mirror and said, “Don’t worry, I will not leave you like this. I will clean your complete scalp. And trust me you will look more handsome than before” and smiled. I was not in the position to do anything different, so I smiled back. Now she came and stood behind me and again placed her hand on my head and bent it a little forwarded. Now she started shaving from back to bottom. Feeling was the same. The falling of hair and feeling of her touch on my shaved scalp was awesome. I was actually enjoying it. But it didn’t last long, Why? Because she shaved me back and in no time both the sides were shaved too. I was looking in the mirror. Sometimes checking my bald head from left, sometimes from right and top. She ran her hand all over my shaved head and said, “it is good or do we have to make it more smooth?” I replied, “I don’t know. Seema didn’t tell me anything. What do you think?” She said, ”Seema asked to shave your head with a straight razor but sure how smooth” We both were thinking. After a few seconds I said, “can it be smoother than this?” She replied, “Yes, it can be”. Then I said, “Ok, then let’s do it”. She smiled and said, “ok” But this time instead of water she took shaving foam and started applying it on my shaved head. My head was already shaved with a straight razor so it was burning, but after a few seconds it felt cold. The feeling was nice. Now she stood behind me and started shaving front to back. She was taking long strokes of razor. After every stroke, she was wiping the cream on the paper placed on the left shoulder. My head was already shaved so it took less than 5 minutes to shave it. After shaving my head again. She wiped the leftover shaving cream on the edges. Now my head is smoother than before. She rubbed her hands again to check the smoothness. It looks like I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed my head shave. She took some gel and started rubbing on my shaved scalp. I was colder than shaving cream. My head was kind of numb. After rubbing the gel, she took some lotion in her palm and started subbing on my scalp. The lotion felt hot but it felt good. Then she took off the cape and said,” You are done” with a smile on her face. I smiled back and paid her for my head shave and left. I rang the doorbell and heard someone running toward the door. It seems like Seema can’t wait to see my shaved bald head. The moment Seema opened the door and saw my shaved head. She couldn’t take her eyes off my shaved head. I called her name which brought her back to her senses. She laughed and hugged me and we went into the house. I asked Seema, “How is it?” She said while rubbing my shaved head, “I love it”. I was relieved. Then she said, “I should thank Barberrate. She is the one who suggested to shave your head with straight instead of short buzz cut” Now I knew, Why she was so happy.

Punishment headshave for Girls - 2022

I am Seema and today I will tell you my headshave story. I am studying in 8th grade and I love painting. I live in Pune with my family. I am the only child and my parents are pretty strict.They always want me to study and get good marks. But I am not so interested in studies, I love art. I want to be an artist when I grow up but my parents want me to be a doctor. Anyways, I am a tall girl, long face, with mid back length hair. I have jet black hair, straight and it shines brown when I go to out in the Sun. I guess I got my genes from my mother who has long shiny black hair. So when I recently graduated seventh grade and got good marks. During the summer vacation me and my friends were hanging out in their place and we were talking about how eighth grade is going to be. As we were talking about it my friend my different school told me that after 7th standard they don’t have to wear two plaits to school and they are allowed to have a pony hairstyle. They were not allowed to leave their hair open but other than that they could just tie their hair and go. So until 7th grade it was compulsory for all girls to braid their hair into two sections, tie ribbons and clip any loose hair. If anyone has loose hair they would beat us with the ruler. So every morning mom used to ask me to sit in front of her. She used to comb my hair neatly and make it into two sections. She used to braid both the sections tightly and then tie matching ribbons with the uniform. She would then tie it up and clip the loose hair to the sides. I used to hate doing this every morning but had to do it to avoid punishment. Now when my friends told that they don’t have to wear braids everyday and could do different hairstyles I was very happy that I could do the same too. So when summer vacations finished my hair had grown long and shiny and straight. On the first day me and two friends decided that we will tie pony tails high up and go to school. I told my mother not to braid my hair and just to tie a ponytail. She started scolding me and said you will get punishment for this. But I told her that my friends from other school are going to school like this and I wanted to go the same way. She was really angry because according to her, pony tail won’t look like a student. I was stubborn and asked her to just tie a pony. That day me and my two friends went to school with pony tails and yes we looked good. All the boys were looking at us because our hair had grown long and the pony looked really nice. All the other girls had braided their hair into two plaits just like they used to. They were all jealous about the three of us looking so good. We did not care and went inside the class. The teacher noticed that we were not looking like usual. She asked the three of us to stand up. We immediately knew why she was doing this. As we stood up she asked us why we did not braid our hair like the other girls. The whole class was looking at us smiling as they knew we would be punished. The teacher walked towards me and asked me loudly why I did not braid my hair and why have I come with a pony. She also asked why do you think you are special from the other girls. I was scared at this point because I had to face punishment. I told her that my friends in thr other schools said they don’t have to braid their hair once they start 8th grade. The teacher was very angry and asked me to put my hand out. She took the ruler and hit me hard on my palm. The slap of the ruler was heard loudly as the entire class looked at me. I screamed as it hurt a lot. She then turned to the other two girls and asked why they did not braid their hair. The other two said I told them about my friends and so they didn’t want to braid their hair too. They also got hit with thr ruler on thier palms. Our school was very strict and did not tolerate any misbehavior. So the teacher called the principal of the school and showed our hairstyles to her. The principal wss furious that we were breaking the rules. The principal had a short bob cut length hair a little grey and mostly black. I don’t think she cared a lot about her hair. She asked us to come out of the class. We were taken to the bathroom where she asked the teacher to take out our pony styles. The teacher did as she said and wr now had out hair let free. She asked the teacher to quickly braid our hair and tie it with a ribbon. So followed the instructions and tied it up. We hated it and one of my friends spoke and said thr girls in the other schools are allowed to do different hairstyles but we are not. I also repeated the same thing as I did not like this style. The principal warned us not to talk back to her like that and she said that she will punish us for this when time comes. She then sent us to class and we went back and sat. The next day we came to school and everything was normal. We were attending school like a normal day. Suddenly the principal sent someone to called us to her cabin. We did not know the reason why we were being called because we had braided our hair that day. As we entered her room, she had called all our parents.I saw my mother had come and do did my friends too. Ths principal told them that your daughters think great of themselves, they want to look good in front of all the boys so they broke the rules. They did not follow the discipline like every one else. Our parents did not support us, instead my mom started saying I she spends a lot of time in front of the mirror everyday grooming herself. She has lost interest in studies etc. All the other mothers agreed to it. The principal listened to them and said because your daughters have broken the rules I have decided to punish them. This should be a lesson to everyone that they should follow the rules strictly. She said that she had invited a local barber to cut our hair. When she said that my heart almost stopped. I started begging her that I will braid my hair everyday and asked her not to get my hair cut. I asked my mother to tell thr principal the same. To my surprise my mother started to support the principal. She said that she was planning on getting my haircut short anyway so this is better. All the other agreed that their daughters hair can be cut. We all started to cry and were begging to excuse us this one time. Meanwhile, someone said that the barber is ready in the extra room. Our teacher asked us to go to the extra room. She dragged us to the room where the barber had placed a chair in the middle. He also had a kit he carried with him with all the instruments. He said he is ready and my teacher asked me to go and get seated. I was crying as she made me sit on the chair. The barber quickly put a white cape around my neck and tied it at the back. He picked a comb from his kit and started to comb my long hair. He asked the principal what he should do. The principal asked him to do a short bob cut. He instructed him that the edge should be just below the ears. He nodded and took the water spray and started to spray water all over my hair. I started to cry loudly and my mother asked me to be quiet. He combed my hair for a while and then used to comb to part my hair in the middle. After that he bent my head down and seperated the back into two more sections. Now at the back of my head there was four sections and he twisted the upper sections and clipped it. He combed the lower sections and grabber the scissors. He made a snap and I felt the scissors cut a small section of my hair. I could hear my hair getting snapped off. He ran the scissors across my neck and cut it very short. I could not see but my head started to feel lighter. He then took some more sections and cut it as my hair got shorter. All I could hear was my hair getting cut more and more. I think by then he had cut all of my back hair. He then let the rest of the hair started to make a cut right below my ears all the way back. Now all my hair was uniform just below my ears. He walked to the front and combed the front section. he sprayed some water and asked me to close my eyes.He grabbed the front section twisted it and cut it to my eye level. Yes, he cut a short fringe at the front. He then cut thr rest of the length to make them just rest just above my eye brows. My hair was cut and I was given a bob cut. He was finishing up the ends as I just sat there frozen shocked after loosing my beautiful hair. Just as he was about to remove my cape and ask my friend to come in, the teacher have a suggestion. Why don’t we shave her head fully? A bob cut is pretty common now and this isn’t even a punishment. She was such a bad person, she just enjoyed seeing me suffer. The principal looked at my mother who just stood there and did not protest. After a while she said, yes then no guy would approach her for the next year, this is perfect. I could not believe what was happening there. I just started to cry again and protested. I was screaming and said I don’t want to shave my head. But the principal said then go to the other schools where they allow you to leave your hair. I had no choice as the year had started and honestly my mother was in their favour. She asked the barber to shave my head completely. He agreed and reached out to his kit. He came back and took the comb and started to comb my hair. He was murmuring to himself if they had told me to shave i wouldn’t have to spend so much time cutting it. He took the sprayer again and started spraying water over my hair. This time he sprayed a lot of water and I was soaking wet. He didn’t tie my hair as it was already too short. He just parted my hair in the middle and used both his hands to kinda seperate it so that the middle line appears clearly. He inserted a blade and snapped it back into the razor. He said just 5 minutes it will be over and I started crying. He placed the razor right in the middle and scrapped my scalp. It was very rough, I felt the razor shave my head. He then bent my head down towards him and pulled the razor from the mid back to front.My fringes were shaved first as I saw few short hair fall on my lap. I felt the cold breeze hit against my bald scalp.I was probably bald in the front with a bob. He then shaved my center all the way back to my neck. I was completely bald in the middle and still hair left on the sides.He started to shave the right side as more and more hair fell on the cape.I was completely bald on my right. He shaved me behind my ears, my side locks everything. Next he shaved the left side of my head the same way. Now I was fully shaved with my white scalp exposed. He ran the razor a couple more times fully all over my head to ensure not even a small hair was left. I was bald as a cueball. He removed my cape and I stood up crying. I didn’t want to see my teacher or principal or my mother. I just ran out of that room.My friends who were waiting outside were shocked to see me clean shaved. I went to the bathroom and was crying. I felt my head with my hands. Small hair freshly shaved and I could barely feel them. I looked in thr mirror and I looked fully bald. I could not recognize myself first. Next my other friend was called in.Her mother also agreed to get her completely shaved. So the barber directly sprayed water on her head, sectioned it into two, tied the two sections with their hair and shaved them. They came out crying too. We three met in the bathroom all of us fully shaved bald. We were crying looking at each other. I did not speak with my parents for 15 days. Now my hair is growing back slowly. Its been two months and I still don’t even look like a boy. My hair growth is pretty slow. I guess it will take 3-4 years before I get my hair back. I only wish my mother doesn’t shave my head again

Mannual clipper to Straight Razor _ Headshave

This is my experience for my summer shave. Myself Gunjan, one day after reading a story of haircut and watching a video of head shave, I visited a barbershop and asked barber for a military haircut with a flattop. he gave a haircut but I was not satisfied and after two months I again went for a haircut in a roadside barbershop with an old barber. He was reading a newspaper, I entered the shop and the barber asked me to sit in the chair. I sat and asked him for a haircut, I instructed him for a military haircut. He told me that it will be too short at back and side. I agreed for the haircut and he quickly wrapped a white cloth and once again asked me whether I actually want a military haircut? I just told him to go ahead without wasting a time. He took a brush and poured some talcum powder in it and then he bent my head down and applied it on my neck and side of head. He pulled out an electric clipper, plugged in but unfortunately there was no power in the shop for clipper to work. He then took his hand clipper and looked at me. I nodded showing I'm ready for the haircut. He bent my head with his left hand and started clipping hair using manual clipper, I was feeling very nice and exited by the "CHUK CHUK" sound of clipper on my nape. He sheared my hair up to half of ear level, he show me a back mirror and asked me if that is enough, I conveyed him that I need a high & tight military cut. Now he again started with hand clipper, ran on my nape again and again above an inch or two of ear level, he turn my face twist and fold my ears and ran clipper above my ears. I touched my nape and above ear area and feel the tiny hair but barber told me to wait. He came with a small clipper, bent my head and again started to shear from nape to over my ears, I was enjoying the clipper cut. Suddenly I told him to shave my head using clipper. He dropped the clipper, and grabbed a scissor and a comb. He started cutting my hair quickly and unevenly, big lumps of hair started falling on my lap, later he put the scissor directly on my head and randomly cut all hair on my head. He took the hand clipper and placed it on my forehead and a created a patch in the center of my head, he ran clipper all over my head again and again. He also used the very small teeth clipper and now my head looked almost bald. He said finished, but I requested him to shave my head completely bald by applying shaving cream and straight razor. It looked like the barber also enjoyed shaving my head. Now its time for a lather head shave on my clipper shaved head, he applied shaving creme on my head and massages it. Later he inserted a new blade in a straight razor and started shaving. After completing. he again sprayed water, massages and started shaving in reverse direction to give a smooth head shave. The barber was really enjoying my head shave, he without my permission started shaving my beard, mustache, eyebrows and every bit of hair in my head and neck making me complete Bald. He also rubbed my bald head with his bare hands.

It was hard to ask for headshave

I lived with my uncle alone during my school days. It was a summer vacation after my 10th standard examination. I was about 15yrs then. Summer Vacation is really boring because there are no friends around my home and I live alone with my uncle. I kill time by using my PC and TV. It was about one week after my summer vacation started. My uncle told in a fine night that ‘I am going for a business trip for one long week you come along with me.’ I really don’t like going to uncle’s business trip cause I know it is utter boring there. After lot of arguments I finally convinced him that I will stay alone for a week. Since I have little experience in staying alone in his 2 day business trips he was convinced. Soon all his arrangement was made and he was ready to go. He gave a lecture on how to stay alone home, he told me many things in which one thing stroked me deeply ‘Look at your shaggy hair... Can’t u get a haircut?? This is your summer vacation right so you will be home for 2 months so go for head shave, it can beat this hot summer!!!’ I was shocked to hear head shave. Even though I didn’t react in any way for that I actually decided to go for a head shave in my mind but I was so afraid of my looks and others reaction. After my uncle left I was totally lost thinking about my head shave. I finally decided to go to barber the next morning and shave off my messy hair. I felt the night so long and I was super excited and also I was super shy to do it. At morning I woke up at 7am. I locked my house and started walking to the barber. On the way I was thinking about the shave and was rubbing my hair and messing it up. I reached the barber soon. The barber shop wasn’t empty as I expected. The two chairs were already occupied and one customer was in waiting chair. I became no.2 in the queue. Soon more customers joined in the queue and barbershop became crowded. On sitting in the waiting chair I was getting shyer and I was thinking how to ask for a head shave in front of this crowd. Soon my turn came and I was seated in the barber chair. I was in a complicated stage by then. The barber asked me ‘Medium haircut??’ My tongue didn’t have the strength to tell head shave I don’t know why that happened. I simply nodded my head to show YES. The barber took the scissors and started from backside. He finally gave me formal medium haircut. With a great disappointment I came out of the shop. I was asking to myself why are you shy for a head shave? I replied to myself that nobody is around me this summer vacation expect for my uncle who already asked me to shave my head. By the time my school open my hair will grow a decent length. I talked to myself and build up courage to shave my head. But I know my chance was over, in disappointment I put down my head and walked through the narrow valley to home. On the way I found a small shop opened, it took me a minute to recognise that it was a barbershop. The shop was empty, I saw an old age barber sitting in front of shop reading newspaper. I stopped in front of the shop, the barber invited me in, folding his newspaper down. I was not quite sure what I was doing, I went inside the shop. I was seated down the barber chair and soon he capped me. Barber asked me ‘How do you want it today’? After taking a deep breath I finally told ‘Take it off, I need it shaved’. The barber looked at me surprised and confirmed it by asking ‘Are you sure to go bald?’ To support my decision I told ‘It is my summer vacation so... ‘. ‘You want clipper shaved or razor shaved?’ He asked me. In India straight razor shave is quite common but I have never experienced it. Years back I have an experience of a clipper #4 all over my head and that was the shortest haircut that I experienced since then. With a small delay I replied ‘Razor shaves.’ The barber turned around picked up a straight razor, he took a blade and broke it into two pieces and he loaded one half in the razor. Seeing all these I was really excited. He then took the water sprayer and started spraying it into my head. He sprayed it so long all over till the water in the sprayer bottle finished. My head was drenching. He rubbed my head all over so well. He took a comb and combed my front hair down and the back hair towards the backside. I myself leaned my head down as a signal to say start shaving. He unfolded the razor and touched the razor upper backside of my head, he shaved away a big stroke towards the back, and it was really great feeling for me. I saw the visible scalp through the mirror. He soon finished my back side. I saw the full scalp at the back side of my head. He then started with sideburn on the left side, razor moved from the left to front. I could see my hair shearing down by then. The front half portion was bald soon, and then he took a break to take ringing phone. I saw the two waiting customers looking at me and my bald head. I heard a customer telling his son ‘you will also shave your head like this now’. I really felt annoying sitting with the half shaved head. Soon the barber came and finished shaving the remaining half head. The barber repeatedly shaved my entire head again and again for making it super clean. I paid the barber and went out the barbershop, I could feel that everyone in the shop was looking at my bald head till I was not visible to them. I even could not believe that I was walking home with a shaved head. I was rubbing my bald head to feel the freshly shaved stubble on the way to my home. I soon reached home. I spend hours looking at my bald head in mirror. I took the shaving cream of my uncle and applied it in bald head and I rubbed. You know I really played with my bald head and pampered it the whole day. My first experience was my superb experience in my life.

Headshave in excitement

A busy year at university for my PG course is finally over. I decided to take a break from every thing and relax for few months. My friends who shared my apartment during my PG course left in search of new job leaving me alone in this city. I spend a whole week just by drinking, eating and sleeping. Summer is fast approaching and the city is becoming more hot day by day. A complete head shave after my PG course was decided a long back. Three days before I checked mirror to find the status of my hair. My hair was not grown very long, it had a medium length all over. I found a messy grown beard in my face. I decided to get my haircut(head shave) the very next day itself. The next day morning I woke up early than usual, I didn't have any plan for that day. After all my morning ablutions, I opened my laptop and logged in to facebook. Among all the post and updates of my friends one post grabbed my attention, that was a profile picture of my friend with a shaved head. This post remind me about my decision to shave head today. I liked that post and logged out from facebook. First I thought of shaving my head at evening, but I couldn't wait till evening. I also don't want to have a straight away head shave from a barbershop. I need to have some special experience. For this I decided to visit a number of barbershops instead of straight away shave from one barbershop. After having a strong black tea, I decided to step out of apartment in search of a new barbershop. I also took some selfie of mine with hair before leaving. I went to the parking area to find my bike, security man of the apartment asked me "Where are you going so early?" With a smile I replied "You will find that when I return..." That was a Sunday and I found the city didn't wake up yet. My first destination was the barbershop where I go regularly. The barbershop was empty and the barber pleasantly welcomed me to the empty seat since I was his first customer. I said "Just shave my beard off" barber asked "Don't want any haircut?", he was surprised since that was the first time I go there for only shaving beard. I replied "NO". The barber soon took a trimmer to trim my long grown beard so that he can easily shave that. he asked "Do you want to shave the mustache?" I replied "YES" Finally he trimmer my beard and started lathering it up, While shaving he asked "Your hair is grown and its time for a haircut.." "Then cut a little off the sides and top.. only a little.. " I said. Barber soon shaved my face smooth and applied the after shave lotion. Then he capped me and took a scissors and comb. He started cutting hair at the sides and then moved to the top. Finally he finished cutting my hair. I didn't feel any difference in my looks after cutting because the barber trimmed only a very little of the hair. Soon I left the barbershop and went in search of another barbershop. After moving about 1km, I stopped in front of another barbershop, I decided to get a short haircut here. The shop was not empty, a kid was there in the barber's chair and his father was waiting for the next turn. I saw the barber running clipper over the boy's head. The barber left a little hair at the front side for the boy to comb. At the end, his father instructed the barber to take away the hair at the front too. Finally it turned to a buzz haircut. Then the father stepped into the chair, the barber gave him a gentleman haircut. Soon it was my turn, I stepped into the chair and the barber capped me and asked "How are you doing today?" "A very short haircut.. " I said "Really short? " he asked again.. I nodded my head.. He took the clipper and trimmed sides and back of my head with #2. Then he took a comb and started cutting top of my head, He left some hair for combing at front of my head. The haircut was short as I wanted. The barber uncapped me and I stepped out of the shop. I took few snaps of my short haircut outside the barbershop. Now it was the time of my ultimate haircut(head shave), I was super excited by that time. I wanted to shave my head in a crowed barbershop. I left in search of a crowded barbershop. At the corner of a junction I found a small shop, I found some customers in the waiting chair from outside. I thought that is the perfect place for my ultimate haircut. I entered the shop and occupied a waiting chair. Everybody in the shop including the barbers surprisingly looked at me since I had a clean face and short hair. The shop had two chairs and two barbers. I was shocked to see that one of the barber had a shaved head with only two day grown tiny hair. He was handsome too. I prayed for getting into that barber's chair. After waiting for about half an hour, it was my turn. I really got excited.. I stepped into the bald barber's chair as I wished. The barber stared at my short hair and asked "What can I do for you?" After pausing a second, I took a deep breath and said "Shave my head off.. ". Due to excitement I said this a little louder and I found that all the eyes in the barbershop stared at me. The barber was surprised and asked me again "Are you sure..?" With a smile replied "Yeah.. shave like your bald head". "With a straight razor ?" He asked. "First shave using #0 clipper, then latter and finally shave using the straight razor" I said this with hand gestures. The bald barber didn't wait. He quickly capped me up and plugged in the electric clipper. All the customers stared at me. The barber took off the guard from the clipper and brought it near the back side of my head and switched on the clipper, the loud buzzing sound was disturbing, he slowly touched the naked clipper to the back side of my head and dragged it upward. Though the back mirror I saw a larger patch of hair was taken and the bare scalp was seen. The barber repeated this and in less than a minute my back side of the head was just bare scalp. He then moved towards the right side and then to the left side. The feel of the cold metallic tip of the clipper through the scalp along with the buzzing sound was wonderful. After finishing the sides, the barber dragged the clipper through the front side in the middle, the bald me started appearing in the mirror. In less than 10 mins the barber trimmed all my hair to zero. He again ran the clipper through my scalp to shave any missed patch. He brushed my bald head to remove all loose hair. Now it was the time to smooth my head, he took a spray bottle and sprayed some water on my scalp. Then he took the shaving gel and pressed it directly on top of my bald head. Using the brush he latter my bald head, he rubbed the brush several number of times to produce thick latter on my scalp. My white bald head again grabbed the attention of everyone at the shop. The barber changed the blade in the straight razor and started shaving from the middle of the scalp. Smooth skin was left behind in the places visited my the razor. The feeling of razor on the head is can't be expressed. It was a slow and a long process. The whitish smooth skin soon appeared in the right half of my head. The barber was slow and careful during shaving. Finally the he finished shaving all the latter. He again applied a thin coat of latter on my smooth scalp, it seemed like he wanted to make my head extra smooth. After the second shave, he wiped all the extra latter using a tissue paper. He finally rubbed a hand full of after shaving lotion over my head. The cold feel of after shaving lotion was amazing. I looked soo sexy through the mirror. I asked the barber to quickly take some snaps of my bald head at barber's chair. After taking photo he commented that "You have a perfect round head and the bald look suits you well". I was happy to hear that. Soon I stepped out of the shop rubbed my smooth head with the bare hands. After reaching the apartment I spends hours watching my bald head through mirror and I also decided to maintain this smooth bald look for a while. While typing this I am rubbing my bald head with one hand and I can feel the tiny prickly hair on my scalp. I also plan too smooth my head tomorrow morning.

Headshave for no reason

That was a lively evening of weekend, I came from my work to my apartment, after a light shower, I dressed up in casual and I approached my mirror to comb my hair, Through mirror I found that I need to get a light trim to position my hair properly. Since I had perfectly no plans for that evening, I decided to get my haircut. For a year I was maintaining a medium formal haircut, this is because after entering my job I liked to keep a formal personality apart from all the freaky casual looks that I was experimenting on my hair and dress before. But each time before I go for a haircut I really get tempted to go for super short buzz haircut, I was holding down all my temptation for the last one year. But by 6 evening my friend called me for a dinner out in McDonald’s I first thought of postponing my haircut program, but later I thought that there was a one hour gap between so I can easily get a haircut by that time. I quickly locked my apartment and took my bike to reach the barbershop. When I reached the barbershop I found it was crowded. I actually forgot the crowd in barbershop in a weekend day. I joined the waiting queue. I had the 4th place in waiting queue, I was sure to get a seat in second round. Soon more and more customers reached the barbershop and the barbers where forced to speed up their job, they preferred clipper cuts over comb haircut for their customers because clipper cuts take less time. I saw boy getting a buzz cut like I used to do in my childhood. The barber used #1 for the boy, and he looked almost shaved. Just before my turn, my friend called that he reserved a table in McDonald’s and asked me to be there in 15 mins. I was seated and capped soon in the barber chair. The barber asked me ‘Medium haircut with clippers?’ I found the barber was in a hurry due to the huge waiting customers and I my self was in a hurry to go. So I agreed for a clipper haircut. I even instructed the barber not to go too short with clippers. The barber started from the side, buzzing sound of the clipper seems to be soothing, and I am hearing it after a long time. While moving the clipper on backside of my head, I close my eyes slowly to enjoy the clipper feel, I suddenly felt barber giving little pressure to the clipper and I heard the sound of guard falling down. When I looked the mirror I was SHOCKED to see a patch of scalp on the upper backside of my head, the guard in the clipper was loose and it felt down letting the clipper to shave a patch in my head. I looked into barber’s face with anger and disappointment, the barber looked helpless and he apologized me in a down tone. I really didn’t know how to react in that situation. The shop owner yelled like hell to the barber for this. I saw all the customer was looking at me and found the situation getting worse. Since I finally found the only one way to hide the patch is to shave my head off. I told with a bold voice to the barber ‘Take it off with #2.’ My decision was soothing to the barber and made the situation calm. While the clipper moved around my head leaving #2 length all around I felt like hell and felt like running away. Different thoughts came around my mind , that included how to face my colleagues, how to explain this scene etc… After finishing with #2 all over I found that #2 in not short enough to hide the patch on my head. I know roaming around with this patch is crap and it need lot of explanations, I finally asked the barber to go for #0 all over. The barber removed the guard and I felt the cold metallic blade of the clipper shaving my head to zero, this grabbed the attention of all in the shop. Soon I became complete bald. I didn’t face any of the customers in the barbershop. The barber didn’t buy money from me, even when I insisted him to keep it. I kept the money on the barber chair and gave him big thanks in a loud and remorse voice. I quickly jumped from the shop. Suddenly my phone ranged and it was my friend he shouted ‘Why didn’t you pickup calls? I am waiting in the restaurant come fast, I already ordered food. ‘ I couldn’t avoid going to restaurant and I didn’t have time to get a shower, which is a usual ritual after every haircut to washaway the loose hairs. ‘What is there to wash in my head now?’ I thought and laughed. I took my handkerchief and cleaned my bald head and neck, I jerked my shirt for removing hairs and finally I headed to the restaurant. I felt the cool breeze pampering my bald head while riding. When I reached the restaurant, my friend looked at me shocked for a minute and then he laughed for another minute. I explained him the whole drama in barbershop, my friend rubbed my bald head occasionally and called me ‘baldy’ a hundred times during our conversation. I thought this is a sample version of what I am going to face at office tomorrow. At night I looked my head a hundred times through mirror. I found small missed patches of hair on my head here and there, since I had no clippers at home I decided to visit barber again at morning before going to office. At morning, as a first thing I headed to a small barbershop just near apartment. The confused barber asked me ‘With a bald head and clean face why did you come to barbershop? ‘ I laughed at him and explain him what happened the day before. I was seated soon and the barber lathered my bald head. I could feel the fresh lime smell of shaving cream. He took a razor and shaved carefully. He double checked head for miss patches. My head finally shined so bright.

Summer headshave

This is my true story that happened during my school days in India. I lived with my uncle alone during my school days. It was summer vacation after my 10th standard examination. I was about 15yrs then. Summer Vacation is really boring because there are no friends around my home and I live alone with my uncle. I kill time by using my PC and TV. It was about one week after my summer vacation started. My uncle told in a fine night that ‘I am going for a business trip for one long week you come along with me.’ I really don’t like going on my uncle’s business trip cause I know it is utterly boring there. After a lot of arguments, I finally convinced him that I will stay alone for a week. Since I have little experience in staying alone on the 2-day business trips he was convinced. Soon all his arrangement was made and he was ready to go. He gave a lecture on how to stay alone at home, he told me many things in which one thing stroked me deeply ‘Look at your shaggy hair Can’t you get a haircut? This is your summer vacation right so you will be home for 2 months so go for the head shave, it can beat this hot summer!!!’ I was shocked to hear head shaving. Even though I didn’t react in any way to that I actually decided to go for a head shave in my mind but I was so afraid of my looks and other's reaction. After my uncle left I was totally lost thinking about my head shave. I finally decided to go to the barber the next morning and shave off my messy hair. I felt the night so long and I was super excited and also I was super shy to do it. In the morning I woke up at 7am. I locked my house and started walking to the barber. On the way, I was thinking about the shave and was rubbing my hair and messing it up. I reached the barber soon. The barbershop wasn’t empty as I expected. The two chairs were already occupied and one customer was in the waiting chair. I became no.2 in the queue. Soon more customers joined the queue and the barbershop became crowded. On sitting in the waiting chair I was getting shyer and I was thinking about how to ask for a head shave in front of this crowd. Soon my turn came and I was seated in the barber chair. I was in a complicated stage by then. The barber asked me ‘Medium haircut??’ My tongue didn’t have the strength to tell head shave I don’t know why that happened. I simply nodded my head to show YES. The barber took the scissors and started from the backside. He finally gave me a formal medium haircut. With great disappointment, I came out of the shop. I was asking myself why are you shy for a head shave? I replied to myself that nobody is around me this summer vacation except for my uncle who already asked me to shave my head. By the time my school opens my hair will grow a decent length. I talked to myself and build up the courage to shave my head. But I know my chance was over, in disappointment I put down my head and walked through the narrow valley to home. On the way I found a small shop opened, it took me a minute to recognize that it was a barbershop. The shop was empty, I saw an old age barber sitting in front of the shop reading newspaper. I stopped in front of the shop, the barber invited me in, folding his newspaper down. I was not quite sure what I was doing, I went inside the shop. I was seated down the barber chair and soon he capped me. Barber asked me ‘How do you want it today? After taking a deep breath I finally told ‘Take it off, I need it shaved’. The barber looked at me surprised and confirmed it by asking ‘Are you sure to go bald?’ To support my decision I told ‘It is my summer vacation so… ‘. ‘You want clipper shaved or razor shaved?’ He asked me. In India, a straight razor shave is quite common but I have never experienced it. Years back I have an experience of clipper #4 all over my head and that was the shortest haircut that I experienced since then. With a small delay, I replied ‘Razor shaves.’ The barber turned around picked up a straight razor, he took a blade and broke it into two pieces and he loaded one half in the razor. Seeing all these I was really excited. He then took the water sprayer and started spraying it into my head. He sprayed it so long all over till the water in the sprayer bottle finished. My head was drenching. He rubbed my head all over so well. He took a comb and combed my front hair down and the back hair towards the backside. I leaned my head down as a signal to say start shaving. He unfolded the razor and touched the razor upper backside of my head, he shaved away a big stroke towards the back, and it was a really great feeling for me. I saw the visible scalp through the mirror. He soon finished my backside. I saw the full scalp at the backside of my head. He then started with a sideburn on the left side, razor moved from the left to the front. I could see my hair shearing down by then. The front half portion was bald soon, and then he took a break to take the ringing phone. I saw the two waiting customers looking at me and my bald head. I heard one customer telling his son that will you also shave your head like this now. I really felt annoying sitting with the half-shaved head. Soon the barber came and finished shaving the remaining half head. The barber repeatedly shaved my entire head again and again for making it super clean. I paid the barber and went out of the barbershop. I could see that everyone in the shop was looking at my bald head till I left the shop. I even could not believe that I was walking home with a shaved head. I was rubbing my bald head to feel the freshly shaved stubble on the way to my home. I soon reached home. I spend hours looking at my bald head in the mirror. I took the shaving cream off my uncle and applied it to my bald head and I rubbed. You know I really played with my bald head and pampered it the whole day. My first experience was a superb experience in my life.

Headshave surprise by Seema

Hi, my name is Ron. I’m in my late 20s and have average-length hair, about 2 inches on the back and sides and 3 and a half inches on top. It’s been about a year since I shared my fetish for having my hair cut with my beautiful wife, Seema. She’s always been supportive and encouraging of my fetish, but unbeknownst to me, she planned to take it to an entirely new level tonight… “Man, this sucks,” I thought to myself. Having to work late on my own birthday was the last thing I wanted. Having my birthday smack in the middle of the week on a Wednesday certainly didn’t help. As I watched the clock tick past 5:30 and inch dangerously close to 6pm, I finally finished my work for the day and managed to escape the prison of my office. I shot my wife a quick text letting her know I was on my way home and apologizing for being so late. I knew she had beaten me home by at least an hour and no doubt had a romantic evening planned to celebrate my birthday. One brutal commute later, I walked in the door and called Seema to let her know I was home. In the distance, I heard the distinctive clicking of high heels against the hardwood floor as my gorgeous wife came to greet me. There she stood, all 5’5″ of her, boosted by her 6-inch black heels, hands on her hips. Her golden blonde hair cascaded down her lacy black bodysuit, ending just before she ripped, skintight black jeans. Her 34D chest practically spilled out of her lingerie, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. “Welcome home boy toy,” she teased as she flashed her perfect white smile. I took off my tie as she approached for a deep, passionate kiss. “Happy birthday darling,” she said softly. We walked to the kitchen where I found a magnificent meal had already been set out. During dinner, we chatted about our respective jobs, the highs and lows of the day, and I took a moment to appreciate having someone to share everything with. As we finished eating, Seema brought back that perfect smile and cheerfully stated, “by the way, I’ve made plans for us in half an hour. Go get changed into something comfortable and we can get going. I’ll drive.” I wondered what she could’ve planned for us since we’d just eaten, but I knew better than to ask questions. I went upstairs and changed into a nice t-shirt and shorts to accommodate the 90 degrees, mid-summer heat. All the while, I thought about how sexy my wife looked and what she could possibly have planned for us. Excited, I walked back downstairs and prepared to head out. While Seema drove, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The girls were busting out of her lacy lingerie and it excited me to no end that we would be walking around in public while she wore this outfit. Eventually, she turned into the parking lot of a small strip mall and found a spot in front of the local chain salon. She turned the car off and turned towards me, a seductive and dominant look in her eye. “C’mon babe, let’s go,” she encouraged as she raked her long, perfectly manicured nails through my hair. When we got out of the car, she grabbed me by the hand and began leading me towards the door of the salon. I grew nervous as I always do when I’m about to get a haircut, although my excitement was winning over as I wondered what my lingerie-clad wife had in store for me. A small bell above the door dinged to signal our arrival as Seema pulled open the door to the shop. The smell of the salon hit me like a tidal wave and I was instantly aroused by the idea of having my hair cut. Much to my surprise, nobody was in the salon save for three beautiful, mid-20s barberettes. They stopped their conversation and turned towards us, offering warm smiles and welcoming words. The one closest to us was a petite woman about my wife’s height, with a slender build and Auburn hair that fell just below her shoulders. She approached us and shook our hands, introducing herself as Samantha. The other barberettes had walked past us to the door and windows. The woman who had just locked the door and put up the “Closed” sign was tall and nearly as slim as Samantha, sporting a chin-length black bob. She smiled and said her name was Riya. The stylist who had just closed the blinds to the storefront windows was about 5’8″ with a bust size rivaling even my wife’s. Her bleach blonde hair reached just past her collarbone and she had a flirtatious demeanor as she complimented Seema’s top and introduced herself as Kelly. All three were wearing the same salon uniform: tight red t-shirts with the company logo across the chest, black short shorts that hugged every curve, and sneakers. By this point, I was overcome by a mixture of both confusion and excitement, as it seemed highly irregular for a chain salon to be completely empty, and for every stylist in the shop to introduce themselves to me and my wife. “Uh, honey? What exactly is going on?” I asked, doing a bad job of masking my obvious eagerness. The barberettes giggled to themselves as my wife approached me and took my hand. “Well sweetie,” she grinned, “I think you’re well overdue for a haircut! And since I know how much you love getting it cut, I decided to pay these nice ladies to stay late and close up the shop just for us so we can have a bit of fun on your birthday.” I couldn’t believe my ears. This was a dream come true! Having the entire salon to ourselves was a fantasy of mine, and she knew it. Making it come to life was more than I possibly could’ve expected from this birthday. I planned to savor every second of it. Riya cleared her throat and spoke up. “If you could come right this way Ron, Seema’s told us exactly what she wants,” she stated with a smile. I followed her and listened to the clicking of my wife’s heels on the tile as Riya led me to one of the salon chairs and I took a seat. I was immediately caped up and the pure excitement of the coming experience washed over me. Riya stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders and explained the situation. “Right, so you’re gonna get three cuts today, one from each of us. I’m going to go first and get some of this bulk out of the way,” she said as she ruffled her hand through the longer hair on top of my head. I looked over towards my wife where she was standing with her arms crossed, pushing her boobs up even further and giving me a knowing grin. Riya walked around me and pulled her clippers out of the drawer, attaching a longer guard to them. When one has a strong hair fetish, they tend to get familiar with the tools of the trade. I could tell immediately from the dark red color and the shape of the clippers that they were none other than Wahl Balding clippers. For now, I just considered myself lucky that Riya had attached a longer guard, which I guessed to be about a 6. Returning behind me with a comb and her clippers at the ready, Riya quickly combed through my hair before depositing the comb back on the counter. “Here we go!” Riya exclaimed as she turned the clippers on, allowing a low buzzing sound to fill the shop. With one hand, on the top of my head, she gently nudged my head forward as she placed the clippers at my hairline and made a slow path up almost to the crown of my head. She repeated this motion across the entire back of my head as I relished in the long clumps of hair falling down my neck and sliding down the cape, either to the floor or the growing pile in my lap. As Riya moved to the left side to continue the shearing, I noticed in the mirror that the other two barberettes were smirking, and looked as though they couldn’t wait to get their hands on my remaining hair. I began to get hard at the thought of them wanting to cut my hair brutally short. Before I knew it, Riya had buzzed the hair around my left ear to a uniform 3/4″ and had moved to my right side to repeat the process. She bent my ear down as she ran the clippers tight around it, ensuring no long hairs escaped the clippers’ path around my ear. Once she had finished clipping the back and sides, Riya turned off the clippers and set them on the counter. She procured a pair of scissors and picked up her comb and a spray bottle as she wet the top of my hair and began to comb through it. She used her scissors and comb and trimmed the top of my hair down from 3 and a half inches to just over 2 in a matter of minutes, leaving me with something resembling my usual hairstyle. To finish off the cut, Riya pulled her edgers from the drawer and turned them on with a loud buzz. I instantly became more aroused as she approached the back of my next with the vibrating edgers. Goosebumps covered my neck as she shaved the wispy hairs off and ran the edgers up around my ears for a clean finish. Riya placed the edgers back in the drawer and stood behind me once more. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she made eye contact with me in the mirror and asked, “What do you think?” “It looks good,” I said hesitantly, “but I’m a bit worried about having two haircuts to go. This is already shorter than my normal haircut!” “Well sweetie, you don’t have much say in the matter, so you might as well enjoy the ride,” Seema half-mocked from behind me, knowing how much I loved being completely under her control. I smiled nervously as I grew ever harder under the cape. Riya smiled at me one last time in the mirror before Samantha took her place, the same smirk still on her lips. “Took you long enough Jess,” she said to Riya’s reflection. Turning her gaze to me, she finished her thought, “Don’t worry, this cut should be quicker. No scissors needed!” She could obviously sense my arousal as she held eye contact with me after that final remark. No scissors? Was she about to buzz me? One look towards my wife gave me my answer: Absolutely. “Head down,” came the command from Samantha behind me. She had picked up the clippers and attached a slightly shorter guard, most likely a 4, and was holding them at the base of my neck as they buzzed hungrily in her hand. She pushed my head forward so my chin touched the cape as she ran the clippers up the back of my head the same way Riya had only moments before. Small pieces of hair went flying as Samantha clipped the back and sides down to a shorter length of 1/2″. She finished as quickly as she had started, turned off the clippers, and changed the guard to a much longer one, probably an 8. She took her place behind me and leaned forward so her face was next to mine. “I hope you’re ready to get this mop buzzed off,” she whispered as she started up the clippers once again. With her left hand on my shoulder, she brought the clippers up to my forehead and held them at my hairline. I glanced at my wife in the mirror and she bit her lip, giving me a look that said she couldn’t wait for me to be buzzed. Suddenly, Samantha drew the clippers through my hairline and over the top of my head in one long, slow path. The feeling was absolutely euphoric. Seeing the inch-long buzzed strip surrounded by the longer hair on my crown felt so erotic as the clippers vibrated over my head for a second pass. After buzzing the top-down, Samantha went over the same area, again and again, holding the nape of my neck with her free hand and making sure every hair had been uniformly mowed down. I felt like I was going to explode. Looking in the mirror at the other two barberettes, I saw Riya had grabbed a broom and was beginning to sweep my shorn hair into one large pile on the floor. Kelly, however, was looking rather impatient as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot, clearly waiting for her turn to cut my hair. Although Riya had already shaved my neck, Samantha pulled the edgers out of the drawer again and turned them on. “I just wanna make sure every last hair is gone,” she smirked at me in the mirror. Pushing my head down firmly, she ran the buzzing edgers over every square inch of the back of my neck, once again going over and over the same parts and adding to Kelly’s impatience. Finally, she retired the edgers to the drawer as she ran her hands through my freshly buzzed hair. She smiled in the mirror and glanced at my wife, asking, “Short enough for you?” Seema approached the chair and her heels clicked sensually against the tile floor. She stood in front of me and leaned towards me ever so slightly to give me a perfect view of her impressive cleavage. She ran her manicured fingernails through my buzzed hair and against my sensitive scalp, sending shivers down my spine while she smiled, knowing just how turned on I was at that moment. “I know babe, you look SO much better without that mop, but I’m afraid it’s just not short enough yet. Kelly, could you do me a favor and clean up his buzz for me?” she asked as they shared a knowing smile. “Of course, I can!” Kelly exclaimed enthusiastically and she took Samantha’s position behind the chair. Kelly leaned forward to grab the clippers off the counter, offering me a long look at her breasts which threatened to bust out of her tight red shirt. She quickly changed guards to a much shorter one than either Riya or Samantha had used. “How about a 2, Seema?” Kelly asked excitedly. “That sounds like just what he needs,” Seema stated matter-of-factly. She caught my eye in the mirror and noticed the nervous look on my face as she reassured me, “Don’t worry babe, it’ll look so good buzzed nice and short and tight to your scalp.” At this point, I could tell that I had made a stain on my light-colored shorts beneath the cape. Seema knew exactly what was going on under the cape and she smirked once again as she winked at me in the mirror. BZZZZZZZZZ. Kelly had started up the clippers and they seemed to buzz more menacingly this time. Kelly noticed me tense up, and she put a hand on my shoulder. “Relax and enjoy the clipper ride,” she said teasingly while the clippers buzzed in her hand. Unlike her fellow barberettes, Kelly started by bringing the clippers up to my forehead. Before I could process what was happening, she had pushed the clippers through my hairline and left a stubbly, shorn path down the middle of my head. Without a second’s hesitation, Kelly began to run the clippers over my entire scalp, mowing down every single hair and leaving a mere 1/4″ behind. My scalp was clearly visible through the short bristles which helped me realize that this was the shortest my hair had ever been. Kelly ran the clippers over my head for what felt like hours, allowing me to enjoy the vibrations against my scalp while she buzzed me over and over again. Looking at her in the mirror, she had a wide grin spread across her face as she did her best to make sure that every single hair was shorn down to her liking. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I walked into the shop with a shaggy mop and was going to walk out with a number 2 buzz. That thought alone was incredibly arousing to me, not to mention the entire experience that my wife had tailored perfectly to my preferences. Kelly shut off the clippers and smiled brightly at me in the mirror. “There ya go boyfriend, all done! One tight buzz cut, as promised!” She said flirtatiously. She ran her fingernails up and down the back of my freshly shorn neck as my wife approached for a final inspection. Seema rubbed her hands vigorously over my shorn hair, a feeling, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. “Actually, I think a fourth cut is in store for our victim. What do you think, ladies?” my stunningly gorgeous wife asked the panel of barberettes. All three stylists giggled softly. They had known all along that I’d be receiving a fourth cut but had played along with the “three cuts” charade so marvelously that I never had a clue. All three barberettes sat in different salon chairs and Seema walked up behind me. With a wide smile, she ran her long nails up the back of my neck and all the way to the crown of my head. “Hi, I’m Seema and I’ll be your barberette today,” she teased. Leaning over me to grab the clippers, I couldn’t believe her boobs didn’t completely bust out of her lacy bodysuit. “It’s time for you to get a real haircut,” she said as she removed the guard. She was about to expose me to the full force of the balding clippers, but I knew I was in no position to complain. Seema turned on the unguarded clippers and they buzzed loudly as if announcing to everyone within earshot that I was about to be shaved bald. My wife gripped my head like a basketball and pushed it forward until my chin was buried in my chest. Holding me forcefully in place, Seema put the naked clippers at the very base of my neck. “Let’s get this shaved off,” Seema said softly, barely above a whisper. As she said this, I felt the bare blades of the clippers slowly advancing up my neck, growing ever closer to what remained of my hair. The second the clippers bit into my hair, I came. Watching my wife dressed in lingerie and shaving my head completely bald was simply too much for me to handle as I felt a warm stickiness between my legs. Strangely, my arousal never wavered. Before I could even get soft, I noticed my wife had shaved the back and sides of my head down to the scalp and was changing her grip on the clippers to take aim at my forehead. She gripped the back of my freshly shaved head with her free hand and I felt the slightest tickle of her nails against the back of my scalp while she mowed a strip right down the middle of my head. She continued her firm grip on my head as she made four more passes over the top, buzzing off the last traces of stubble. I was completely bald. I couldn’t believe it. For years it had been my fantasy to have my head shaved by a gorgeous woman and I had finally experienced it. I sat stunned as my wife continued to run the bare clippers over my head, ensuring that I was completely shaved to the skin. All too soon, the buzzing was concluded and the clippers were shut off. I looked in the mirror at my four barberettes and every single one had an ear-to-ear grin on their face, clearly relishing the fact that they had completely stripped me of my hair. Seema began to gently run her nails over my freshly shaved head, causing my erection to return full force. Soon, Kelly was also at my side rubbing my bare scalp and teasing the exposed skin with her nails. Having two gorgeous, blonde, clipper-happy barberettes teasing my shaved head with their nails was incredibly arousing to me. Behind me, both Riya and Samantha were sweeping up my shorn hair into one massive pile, commenting on how much hair had been buzzed off. “There we go, I’ve been wanting to shave that mop off for a while now. You look so much better totally buzzed down,” my wife said, knowing that her words were going straight to my dick. “I agree,” Kelly chimed in, “I think all guys look better with tight buzzes or shaved heads.” My wife enthusiastically agreed as she took the cape off of me, allowing her nails to drag lightly across my shorn neck one more time. As the cape was pulled off I worried that the stain on my shorts would be perfectly obvious, but luckily it seemed that it was gone, although my erection was slightly visible. I stood up from the chair, and Samantha and Riya came over to feel my bald head, complimenting me on how it looked and felt. Seema grabbed me by the hand, stating, “Well boy toy, it’s time to get you home. We still have lots of celebrating left to do.

Seema shaved her head _ Seema ne karwaya mundan

सीमा को नाई ने पूरा टकली कर दिया पर वह रो नहीं रही है बल्कि वह अपने हेड शेव को लेकर खुश थी । वह छोटे बालों वाली लड़की नहीं थी, उसके लंबे बाल थे। सीमा के कुछ ऐसा हुहा जिस कारन उसने अपने सरे बाल मुण्डवाड़िये | एक दिन सीमा अचानक नींद से उठ गई और वह अपने बालों को छूने लगी। फिर उसने टाइम देखा है तो 6 बजे थे | तो वह अपनी पढ़ाई के लिए बैठ गई। यह सपना इस हफ्ते में तीन से चार बार आया लेकिन उसे इसके पीछे का कारण पता नहीं चल पारहा था । वह ऍम बी ए की पडाई कर रही थी | उसकी सेमेस्टर परीक्षा शुरू हो चुकी थी , इसलिए वह तैयारी कर रही थी । लेकिन सिर मुंडवाने का सपना उसे परेशान कर रहा था । तो उसने अपनी माँ से उसके सपने के बारेमें बताया , सीमा की माँ ये सुनकर हैरान हो गई लेकिन उन्होंने कहा, कोई बात नहीं, यह 1 या 2 दिन बाद रुक जाएगा। सीमा को लगा सायेद माँ सही कह रही है , पर अगले दिन सीमा को वही सपना आया, वह फिर से सुबह 6 बजे उठ गई| सीमा को लगा उसे किसी मनोचिकित्सक से जाँच करवालेनि चाहिए है। उसने अपनी माँ से बात की, उसके पापा भी वही थे। तो उन्होंने कहा कि एक बार तुम्हारी परीक्षा पूरी हो जाये, तो जाकर डॉक्टर से मिल लेना, अगर सपना रुक जाता है हो डॉक्टर के पास जाने की जरूरत भी नहीं होगी। लेकिन सपना हर रोज ठीक उसी समय आता था। सीमा की परीक्षा ख़तम हो चुकी थी पर सपने आने बंद नहीं हुए इसलिए उसके पापा ने सीमा को डॉक्टर के पास ले गए। सीमा ने अपना सपना के बारे मैं डॉक्टर को बताया। डॉक्टर ने भी सब कुछ सुना और फिर डॉक्टर ते सीमा से पूछा कि उसने आखरी बार कब सिर मुंडवाया था। सीमा ने बताया कि उनके बचपन में लगभग पन्द्र साल पहले मुंडन करवाया था । डॉक्टर ने पूछा कि क्या सीमा ने किसी मंदिर के कोई मन्नत मांगी है, सीमा ने कहा नहीं, लेकिन डॉक्टर फिर से वही सवाल | सीमा ने फिर वही जवाब दिया| तब डॉक्टर ने कहा की ये कोई बड़ी समस्या नहीं है, कुछ ही दिनों ये सपने बंद हो जायेंगे| सीमा और उसके पापा घर चले गए , सीमा ने घर जा केर साडी बाते अपनी माँ को बताई , फिर उनकी माँ ने कहा, हमारे परिवार के मंदिर में एक व्रत है, मैंने भगवान से प्रार्थना की थी अगर तुम दस वीं में अच्छे अंक प्राप्त होंगे तो तुम हमारे मंदिर में अपना सिर मुंड़वाओगी । तिम्हे दस वीं में अच्छे अंक प्राप्त हुए लेकिन तुम्हारे चाचा का निधन भी उसे समाये होगये तो मैं तुम्हारा मुंडन नहीं करा पाई और भूल भी गई। सीमा ये सुन कर चौंक गई और कहा कि अब हम क्या करे| अब इस मामले मैं डॉक्टर भी क्या करसकते है फिर भी सोचा एक बार और डॉक्टर से बात करलेते है। अगले दिन सीमा और पापा डॉकटर के पास गए और वह सीमा ने पूछ कि क्या मेरे मुंडन के बाद भी सपना आएंगे? डॉकटर ने कहा कि पहले आप मुंडन करवाला लो उसके बाद भी अगर सपने आये तो दूसरी जाँच करेंग। सीमा भी मन गई और दूसरे ही दिन सीमा और उसके मम्मी पापा मंदिर मैं सीमा के मुंडन के लिए रवाना हुआ। उन्होंने अपने रिश्तेदारों को भी समारोह के लिए आमंत्रित किया क्योंकि हर साल उनके परिवार के सभी सदस्य मंदिर में पूजा करने जाते है और कोई अपना सिर मुंडवा था। इस बार सीमा की बारी थी। अगले दिन सुबह वे मंदिर पहुंचे, उनके परिवार के सदस्य भी दूसरे शहरों से आए थे। फिर सभी अपने स्वास्थ्य और परिवार के बारे में बात करने लगे। कुछ देर बाद सीमा की माँ ने सीमा के सिर मुंडवाने के बारे में बताया। वे सब खुश थे ये जानकार। कुछ ही देर मैं नाई आया, और सीमा भी जाके नाई के सामने बैठ गई, उसके परिवार के सभी सदस्य उसका मुंडन होते हुए देख रहे थे। सीमा ने इसी नाई बचपन में अपना सिर मुंडवाया था , इसलिए उसे उसका चेहरा याद आता थ। नाइ ने सीमा से उसने उसके स्वास्थ्य के बारे में पूछा और उसने कहा कि वह ठीक है, फिर नाइ ने बाल काटना सुरु किया और बाला के सिर से रबर बैंड हटा दो। फिर नाइ ने कहा सीमा से की उसके बाल बहुत मोटे और लंबे हैं इसलिए तुम सच में टकली होना चाहती हो, सीमा ने हाँ कहा। अब नाइ ने उसके सिर में पानी डालना सुरु किया और उसके सिर की अच्छी तरह मालिश की। उसके लंबे बाल पूरी तरह से गीले हो होगये थे, फिर नाइ ने उस्तरा लिया और आधा ब्लेड लगा दिया और उसके सिर के बीच में से टकला करना शुरू कर दिया, सीमा बहुत शर्मा रही थी क्योंकि उसके चारों ओर परिवार के सभी सदस्य उसके मुंडन को देख रहे थी । उसके बाल उसकी गोद में गिर रहे थे, सीमा अपने सिर के बाल के बारे में थोड़ी चिंता कर रही थी, लेकिन उसके पास कोई दूसरा चारा नहीं था और अब देर भी हो चुकी थ। सीमा सोच ही रही थी के उसके दोस्त और पडोसी उसके गंजे सिर को कैसे देखेंगे और सईद मज़ाक भी बनाएंगे पर तब तक नाई उसके सिर के दोनों तरफ से टकली करदिया था । अगले पांच मिनट में वह पूरी तरह से टकली हो चुकी थ। लेकिन नाई ने एक बार फिर से सीमा के टकले पर उस्तरा फिराया और उसका टकला पूरा चिकना कर दिय। फिर नाइ से कहा कि तुम्हारा मुंडन होगया है । सीमा ने आईने में अपने गंजे लुक को देखा और कुछ समाये केलिए वह खुद को पहचान ही नहीं पाई। सीमा ने अपने टकले को छूने लगी और फिर अपने गंजे सिर हात फिराया । उसके बाद वह नहाने चली गई। उसकी माँ उसे कुएँ के पास ले गई और वही उसपर पानी डालने लगी। सीमा ने अपने टकले को पानी से अछि तरह से साफ़ किया। सीमा के माँ ने कहा कि तुम बहुत सुंदर दीख रही ह। नहाने के बाद सीमा के माँ ने उसके गंजे सिर पर चंदन लगाया। फिर सीमा ने पूजा की और कुछ ही घंटो के बाद सभी लोग वहां से चले ग। सीमा और उसका परिवार भी घर चले गए। सिर मुंडवाने के बाद उसके सपना रुक ग। अब सीमा खुस है अगले साल फिर से अपना मुंडन करवाने वाली ह।