Fine Hair Short Choppy Bob Novels & Stories

“Don’t move or you’ll make it worse.” Jonie worked quickly in the silence that fell between us. She snipped at my hair from different angles, evening out the jagged tufts and bringing some semblance of cohesion. A pixie cut was all that could be salvaged of what remained, but I was grateful to no longer look like the failed experiment of a 5-year-old who discovered the wonders a pair of scissors could do to the heads of her Barbies.

"I'm not dramatic. I'm devastated. There's a big difference." She tilts her head, the new bob swinging sharply. "Does it really look that bad?" I open my mouth. Close it. In truth, It doesn't look bad. She looks gorgeous than ever. The cut is clean and even. It frames her face in a way the long hair never did, shows off the delicate line of her jaw, the curve of her neck. She looks older. It was still its golden blonde color so it made her look more sophisticated, like she's stepped out of a fashion magazine where everyone wears black and glares at cameras.

She asks, getting comfortable on her side, “It looks insane.” "I chopped it off. Had a little breakdown," I murmur, not caring about it anymore, not with the drugs on my system, "But it’s whatever, hair grows." "Yeah, it grows. So chop it off even more. I want it short too, like up to here," Bobbie says, motioning to her jaw. "Hell no. You’d look weird as hell with short hair," Farrow butts in, offending his little princess and hugging me again, not giving a shit about the rules, "Your neck is too long. Like a straw someone chewed up.”

It’s a good thing the Greeks keep their salon open until late at night. “Hmm. I think maybe a sleek bob, or a pixie cut. This long hair does not give your features justice.” The woman gestures behind me, and I shrug with indecision. Watching as she pulls it up to simulate a bob, I can see what she means. With the hair lifted and jaw length it changed my face shape and look.

She was short and curvy with a blonde pixie haircut that perfectly complemented the gorgeous, sharp features of her face. She was all hips and a perfect ass and thighs. Her boobs were cute too. She had perky, retrousse tits that I loved to play with. She was self conscious about them which I found out when I compared them to ski slopes with her puffy little nipples as tiny jumps at the end.

I rolled my eyes. "If you truly loves you then your appearance won't matter." She smiled at me and nodded for me to continue. I slowly cut off her ponytail, Celestial covering her eyes almost the entire time. Her hair fell and framed her face, uneven in some areas. I continued to cut, being very careful to not mess up. When it was done her hair was almost like a pixie cut style but it didn't stay behind her ears and it was a bit longer than usual pixie cuts. Just a bit.

“Wow, you have really long hair. It has to go, though.” “I know,” I say, but I still wince when I feel her approaching me with the pair of scissors. “Just cut it all off.” “If you say so,” she replies softly, then I hear her cutting away and I just close my eyes. Suddenly, after sitting there for quite a while, I feel a strange whiff of air blowing right behind my neck. Something prickly is tickling me. I realize that it’s my brown hair, very long and wavy before, now a short bob with messy edges.

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.

Samantalang sumunod naman si Jonas at umupo sa katabing upuan ko. "What kind of haircut do you want to have?" Bahagya pang natigilan ang babae dahil sa pintura sa buhok ko. Nilingon ko si Jonas at tahimik lang siyang nakatingin sa babae at sa buhok ko. Inaalam kung seryuso ba ako sa gagawin ko. I chuckled to his reaction. "Make it a shoulder length." "What? That short?!" Jonas exclaimed. This time I laughed.

The dark blue handle called to me and I do not resist the urge. I take a hold of them and clasp some thick tresses in my fist. Sucking in a sharp breath, I brought the whetted blade to my hair and snipped. My long locks fell in a clump by my feet. I continued snipping at my tresses, not really thinking about cutting them perfectly. I didn't want that anyway. When I was done, I stared at my new bob haircut and for the first time today, I smiled. I placed the scissors on the edge of the counter and lift my hand to my hair. The ends now reached the nape of my neck.