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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