Bisexual Haircut Novels & Stories

I couldn't go out looking like an eccentric freak. Decisively, I opened the cabinet and pulled out a pair of hair scissors along with Maya’s hair straightener that she had left behind last time. Snip! Snip! Without a shred of hesitation, I gripped the white locks tightly and chopped them off. The snowy strands fell haphazardly onto the bathroom floor like the feathers of a molting bird. I cut it short, leaving the hair just grazing my jawline, framing the sharp contours of my face that were now becoming more pronounced. Next, I plugged in the straightener, biting my lip as I patiently pressed down, forcing the stubborn strands to flatten.