Bisexual Haircut Novels & Stories

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

LIA'S POV I knew for a fact she was going to mock me, but instead, she put her hand in her bag and pulled out a brochure. "If that's the case, then i think we are at the wrong salon." she smiled at me and helped me out of the chair. We visited a unisex salon, it was more classy yet humble. Everyone was nice to me and the hairdresser was a young cross dresser named Brodine. By the time, he was done with my hair, i could not recognise myself.

< Bree > She didn’t seem to be joking. I creased my brows. ‘’Why?’’ ‘’Some things can’t remain the same, Bree.’’ She bent in front of the vanity, admiring her new haircut. She tucked some of the short hair on one side behind her ears and let the hair on the other side fall to frame her face a little. With her skinny stature, she looked like a young boy. A very handsome one. She faced me, her eyes softening, almost begging me to understand her.

"He can cut just to fix the length. The tips. A palm. Or even leave the strands very short, only in a way that you can still comb and put back.” "Very short" I spoke in a firm tone, without hesitation. "Are you sure, my babe?” I observed the way Jessy frowned and the hairdresser who again imitated how the cut would look. "Yes, I got tired of this big hair.” "I even got attached to him," Jessy confessed with a vague look, clearly remembering the various moments when she held those wires in her hands, while I... She blinked, moving the scene away from her eyes. " But if you prefer it that way, that's fine.”

I picked up a pair of heavy industrial shears from the vanity. ​With a single, decisive motion, I hacked through the long, dark locks Malakai used to wind around his fingers when he kissed me. I cut until the hair hit just above my jaw—short, jagged, and practical. I dyed it a deep, obsidian black in the bathroom sink, watching the dark pigment swirl down the drain like the last of my innocence. When I looked back into the glass, I didn't recognize the woman looking back. She looked like a blade—sharp, dark, and ready to draw blood.

I said pointing to a picture of an Italian model who had her hair in the style I was talking about "The only difference is that yours is mid back and no waist length." "Alright." Neveah said "Kyle can you do my hair like this please? Curl the tips a little more please." "Si." Kyle answered and began snipping away I watched as her curly hair fell to the floor. Neveah, Xavier and Cristaino had jet black silky hair which was naturally curly. My hair was once like that but I spoilt it and I wanted it back. Neveah then turned around to face me. "What do you think?" she asked "Should I cut it shorter?"

A familiar high-pitched voice was what I have heard the moment I opened the glass door of my favorite salon. "Hi Ma'am! Good to see you again! What will you do this time?" The gay stylist welcomed me with a wide smile, showing his teeth with braces and sky blue rubbers. I lifted my lips a bit to give him a small smile as he laid his hand towards a swivel chair, motioning me to sit. I tucked my hair behind my ear and made myself comfortable with the big, moving chair. "I want to cut my hair this short," I put my two fingers like a scissor in my hair, just below my brassiere. "Color it with hazel brown and do a minor perm, I want it to look as normal as it can be." I smiled.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down