5.10.06

 

ST: SA 10 Chris gets clipped - Michael G.

Chris was shocked by what he saw as his father and brother got out of the car. Chris 13, and his brother Danny 10, had worn their blonde hair long for as long as Chris could remember. Danny's bowlcut had always reached to at least the middle of his ears, and Chris's was always way below the bottom of his ears. As Chris watched Danny get out of the car, his attention was focused on Danny's hair, or lack of it. Danny was bald! Chris would learn later that Danny's hair had been cut in an 1/8' buzzcut, but to him it was bald.

When their father had arrived home from work he decided that Danny was in need of a haircut. He and Danny had arrived at the Barbershop with the intention of getting Danny's bowlcut trimmed up a bit. The shop was crowded so they would have to wait for a while. While they waited several other boys, around Danny's age, had gotten their heads buzzed. As Danny watched, he became fascinated with the thought of sitting in the chair, and watching as the barber ran the clippers over his head and reduced his hair to stubble. Before he realized what was happening, Danny was asking his father if he could get his hair cut like the other boys. His father, surprised by the request, was reluctant at first to say yes but soon gave permission for his son to be buzzed. When Danny' s turn finally arrived, he made his way to the chair and sat down. The barber fastened the cape around his neck and asked him how he wanted his hair cut. Danny immediately replied that he wanted it cut like the other boys. The barber turned to Danny's father and asked "You want it all cut off, like the other boys?" Danny's father replied "Yes", and the barber turned to begin his work. Before Danny realized what was happening, the barber had turned on the clippers and was running them down the center of his head starting at his forehead. As Danny watched, his long blonde hair was slowly replaced by a barely there micro stubble. In less than five minutes, the barber was turning the clippers off. He grabbed a large brush, and brushed Danny's head with it. Before removing the cape from around him, the barber ran his hand over Danny's head and asked "So, how do you like your baldy?" Danny reached up, rubbed his head, and declared that it was 'awesome'.

At dinner that night, the conversation mostly centered around Danny's new haircut. At a pause in the conversation, Chris's mother took the opportunity to remind his father that Chris was in need of a haircut too. Chris's father took over the conversation, "That's right, he does doesn't he. I tell you what Chris, I'll take you to the barber on Saturday and how about we get your haircut just like Danny's." "Well, to tell you the truth, I like my hair long." replied Chris. "Nonsense," his mother said, "you've had that long hair long enough, its time to get a nice short haircut, especially since its going to be a long, hot, summer." "It's settled", his father said, "Saturday you get a nice baldy like your brother!"

The next day, all Chris could think about was what it was going to be like to sit in the chair at the barbershop and watch the barber shear his long blonde hair to stubble, the thought of it made Chris extremely nervous. He didn't want his hair all cut off, but he wasn't going to have any choice in the matter.

After another day of trying to imagine what he was going to look like with his hair shorn away to near baldness, it was time for Chris's trip to the barbershop. Chris stood in the bathroom combing his hair for the last time, as his father called from downstairs to get a move on. His mother passed the bathroom, and seeing Chris stopped to talk to him. As she entered the bathroom, she reached out and ran her hand through his hair. Chris sighed, and combed his hair again. "Well," his mother said, "In a little while you won't have to worry about me messing up your hair anymore." "No" ,Chris thought, "we certainly won't." "Relax Chris", his mom continued, "you're going to look great with your hair buzzed short. Now, your father's waiting, better get in the car now or he may have the barber really shave your head bald." Chris finished combing his hair, and made his way downstairs and into the car for the drive to the barbershop.

When they arrived at the barbershop, all six barbers were working on customers, and the shop was standing room only. "Great", Chris thought, "there's no way dad will ever wait this long for me to get my haircut, I'm safe for another week." "Well", his dad said, "guess were going to have a little bit of a wait before you get in the chair." As they stood, and than finally sat and waited, Chris was treated to the sight of several other boys getting crewcuts for the summer. Watching the barber make pass after pass with the clippers over the boys heads only made Chris more nervous, knowing that his turn was coming. After what seemed like forever, a barber called "Next" and it was Chris's turn.

Chris nervously made his way to the chair and sat down. His father stood to the side as the barber snapped the striped cape around Chris. "So" asked the barber, "how are we cutting this young mans hair today?" Chris's father spoke "Give him a baldy, 1/8" all around." "That's pretty short, you sure about this?" the barber replied. Chris father nodded and said "Time to get rid of all that long hair for the summer, at least!" "OK," said the barber, "One baldy, coming up!" The barber grabbed his clippers and, after looking through a variety of blades, found what he was looking for and snapped them on the clippers. He turned to Chris and placed a hand on top of his head, as the clippers came to life, Chris jumped. "Relax" the barber said, "Just sit there, relax, and enjoy it, you will be bald before you know it." As he finished speaking the barber pushed the clippers across the top of Chris's head. Chris couldn't believe how much hair was falling around him, and this was only the beginning! As Chris watched, the barber used a comb to clear away the hair that had been cut by the first pass of the clippers. Chris's eyes opened wide as he realized that he had a bald strip down the center of his head. The barber continued working, and each pass made the bald strip wider and sent more hair raining down on the cape and floor. After finishing shearing the top of his head, the barber was ready to work on the sides and back. All at once, Chris was facing the waiting customers behind him as the barber made short work of the rest of his hair.

After a few minutes of buzzing, the clippers were turned off, and the barber removed the cape and shook the hair onto the floor. The barber brushed off Chris's head, and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Ready to see the new you, son?" The barber said. "Yea, I guess so" Chris replied. The barber spun the chair around, and Chris was staring in the mirror at a boy with almost no hair. His blonde hair had been sheared to a uniform 1/8' stubble. Chris reached up and felt his head, instead of the mop of long hair he was used to feeling, his hand was met by the feel of sandpaper and scalp. Chris secretly thought that it actually felt pretty cool. He soon felt his father's hand rubbing his newly buzzed head. "Now that is a definite improvement." As Chris climbed out of the chair, his father paid for the haircut and gave the barber a generous tip.

After arriving home, his mother and brother couldn't help but rub his head every time they passed. Chris said nothing, put he had already decided that he would let his hair grow back after the summer. That was his plan until a few days later, when he was getting ready to go out to dinner with his parents. Chris had taken a shower, and in the process, realized that he didn't have to use quite so much shampoo on his head anymore. After getting out of the shower, he toweled off his head like he usually did and made a surprising summary. His hair was basically dry after just one pass with the towel, he no longer had to worry about getting out the hair dryer and making sure his hair was dry before he could leave the house, (a pet peeve of his mother's). Chris looked in the bathroom mirror, rubbed his head, and decided that he really did like his buzzed head after all, although he probably wouldn't tell his parents just yet.

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