Forced Haircut Story By Parents Novels & Stories

“Did you know your mom used to have the exact same haircut as you when she was little?” My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Mom!” “Tell me more, Granny!” Leo said eagerly. I’d been a total tomboy growing up and kept my hair short for years. People often mistook me for a boy, which finally convinced me to grow it out. Mom started sharing old childhood stories, and Leo listened with pure delight. For a moment, everything felt warm and natural like this was exactly how life was supposed to be. But that peace shattered the second the front door clicked open.

I couldn't imagine my mate being from this town, as most of the people my age ignored me completely. I combed through my light brown hair, enjoying how much easier it was. A month ago I decided to chop my waist-length hair off, growing tired of how it constantly got in the way. My Mom was supportive and did the deed for me. My hair was no longer getting caught on everything, constantly slipping in my face.

Raeleigh fixed her gaze on Austin and repeated, "I want to make a call." But Austin merely sneered. "That's not possible." "I don't want to cut my hair." Raeleigh tried her best to fight for her hair instead, and Austin laughed. "You have no choice; it will only cause trouble if you keep it. You have a beautiful face, so you won't look ugly even if you cut it short." "My parents will be sad if they see me like this." Raeleigh was unbothered by her hairstyle, but she was concerned about how her parents felt if they saw her short hair.

“I’d say that hair’s part of the Romano charm. Not every kid’s that lucky.” “I got papi’s hair!” Ash yelled, proud of it. “Exactly,” I said, tucking one rebellious strand behind his ear. “And papi’s hair should be maintained, not allowed to grow into a rainforest.” “DON’T CUT MY HAIR!” Ash screamed. “Noooo! Spaghetti, Pepper, Marble, Mama Mozarella won’t recognize me anymore!” Zane laughed, “He’s your legacy too,” I sighed and leaned my head back. “You said this school’s Montessori, right? Please tell me they offer trauma counseling for kids bribed into haircuts.”

He noticed how her dress slid up her legs enough to catch a glimpse of her thighs but decided to ignore it. “What are you doing?” “I was just thinking of spending some time with you.” “Oh. So, when are you getting that haircut?” “I did.” “I don’t think trimming counts. Just admit that you like the man-bun.” “Fine. Yes, I’m keeping it.” “Even if I’ll tease you?” “I can live with the teasing.” “If it makes you feel better, I like your hair.” “And then you’ll go on to tease me about it. Anyway, my parents want to meet you.”

June said and Luna stared at her as if she didn't believe her. "Now tell me what happened to your hair. June I know how much it took you to grow that hair when we were in college, you would flip if I mistakenly pull out your hair while braiding it" She said and June laughed "So I know you wouldn't give yourself this kind of makeover. what happened with your hair?" she asked "Well Michael's daughter had a little accident in school and she lost a portion of her hair, she wouldn't agree to get a cut no matter what so I had to step in," June said

I moved my head back to Benedict who must have noticed me looking at his family portrait. I shyly smiled. "Your hair was way shorter then." He nods. "Mom had forced me an entire month to cut my hair shorter for that family portrait." "A month?" I gaped. He nods. "Like my dad, I'm too lazy to go to a barbershop."

Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail, shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, “Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i

"My hair's fine. It's always like this." Jessie stepped forward, running her fingers lightly through Beauty's hair before pulling back with a look of exaggerated disapproval. "Fine? No, no, no. This won't do at all. You need a haircut. A slay one before the reunion, which is in two days, for crying out loud!" Beauty frowned, stepping back defensively. "What's wrong with my hair? My mom gave me a haircut before they left for vacation. It's perfectly fine." Jessie gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her hips. "Your mom cuts your hair? Beauty, you're not five years old! You need a professional to handle this, not your mother."

I cried. If this was how it felt the morning after, why do people enjoy doing this over and over again? “I am never drinking again,” I groaned, leaning against the sink as I felt the cold tap water wash through my hair. “We need to cut this, men don’t have long hair,” my mother’s voice cut through the pain in my head. She had always hated how fast my hair would grow. Each time it made it past an inch down my ears, she would be with a pair of scissors, ready to chop it off. But ever since I came into the Stormbringer pack, I have been letting loose.