Bisexual Haircut Novels & Stories

he announced proudly, shaking his hair from side to side unable to contain his excitement. I stared at him then gasped. “Oh my goodness… who is this handsome young man?” Billy puffed out his chest instantly. “I know, right?” Rebecca burst into laughter behind me while Bianca the hairstylist covered her mouth, clearly amused. Billy gave me a proud little twirl, nearly losing his balance halfway through. “They said I look cool now!” I bent down, pretending to inspect him seriously. Bianca had trimmed away most of his shaggy hair, replacing it with a neat, short cut that framed his adorable face perfectly. Without the wild mess of hair hiding him, his bright eyes seemed bigger, his smile more c

Bianca sits back on the chair as she slowly takes off her blonde wig. " Tell me, what exactly were you hoping to find when you dropped off at my workplace unannounced?" She asks, as she tosses the blonde wig aside. Bianca stares at me as she unties the pigtail on her red hair. I'm tongue tied as I stare at her. " You seem surprised." She says, whipping her hair around to release the strands. Her red hair is not that long, it's past shoulder length and the strands are curly. " Like I said living someone else's life can be tough, especially when you have to be careful so you don't get caught." She says as I watch her take off her double eyelids.

Lana acted as if I was covered in trash and filth, and that this was the only way I’d truly be clean. I met with a hairdresser who was just as bubbly as she was, just in male form. At least he cared about my opinion. He seemed fascinated by my kinky dark curls, and went on this rambling rant of all the hairstyle options he has. Great, I was now a doll to someone else.

Not talk, not deal with everything that had just happened. But before I got the nerve to speak, Atalanta did. “You are mad at me.” “A tiny bit.” “I’m sorry.” I sighed, kissing the top of her wet hair. “I know.” I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began washing her hair. She had so much less hair now, and there were some patches of hair totally burned off. Artemis had healed her skin, so there were no scars, but it takes a while for hair to grow back. The hairdresser had done a great job, though. Atalanta told me the hairdresser had given her something called a wolfcut, which made her laugh. But it had different lengths of hair, which worked perfectly.

I smiled, seeing how the new hairstyle fit my face. She cut my long hair that reaches my hips a little, and now it just reaches below my boobs. It's straight above, yet she curled the end. She also put some blonde highlights on my black hair, and it's really attractive. "I like it. Name the price, please!" I said because I actually forget to ask lately.

He should love you as you are, Skinny said a lifetime ago. She shook her head. Squeezed her eyes closed. “No, no, no.” Gripped and sawed her hair. “He doesn’t. He wanted brown.” Pulled and parted and sliced. “He chose brown.” Chopped the platinum free, letting it fall to her shoulders. “That’s an answer right there. Brown not blonde.” Hair fluttered to land at her knees, peroxide strands littering the stranger’s wide knees and pudgy feet. Soon her palm raced over a bare scalp, fingertips discovering jagged and peeling nicks she never felt. Slick, bleeding cuts she failed to notice. The blade returned, the spit in her hand wetting the remaining tufts as she shaved close.

The hairstylist, clad in a sblack apron with the salon's logo emblazoned across it, steps forward, her fingers running through my hair with the tenderness of a mother combing her child's locks, “Oh, such glorious hair. And such neglect!” I can't help but laugh, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I know, I know. Life's been crazy, and my hair's been taking the brunt of it.” “We're going for a cut,” Ivy announces, her voice firm, resolute. Right now, I'm having a hair identity crisis – it's been my trusty sidekick, my security blanket since grade 5, and I'm not sure who I'll be without it. Ivy seizes me by the arm and steers me to the chair. “We're doing this, Brielle. New hairstyle, fresh

Her eyes widened. "Will you?" She asked. I chuckled. "Of course," I replied. After I was done with Alessia. Bianca walked over to the seat and sat down. I love her black hair so much. They are like black roses. I caressed her hair. Her hair was smooth and soft. I applied live-in conditioner. I parted her hair into two sides and started braiding each side. It came out nice. I applied some moose. She smiled at me through the mirror.

“Besides, I can do that on my own. I will know the man behind this.” It will take some of Terah’s time, but she is positive she will succeed. Then again, Mariah was nowhere to be seen and her problems can wait. "We will charge an extra fee for that," the other man said. He had a buzz cut, the shortest men's haircut. It was a typical military cut and an excellent choice for active lifestyles or hard-to-manage hair types. "It will take us some time, but rest assured, we will know the man behind these. Or the woman behind these. "

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.