Forced Haircut Story By Parents Novels & Stories

As Robert watched the scissors move around Ethan's head, his heart was in his hands. He silently pleaded, "Don't move, Ethan. Please don’t move," while Ethan barely blinked and strands of hair fell around him. Although Ethan remained still, Robert felt more anxious than his son. He had taken Ethan to a child-friendly hair salon, and after the haircut, they gave Ethan a bath to ensure no stray hairs irritated his skin. "Wow..." Robert was speechless when they handed his son back to him. "You look so grown up. Did you grow with the haircut?" He stared in amazement.

Adan was standing behind him, holding a buzzing shaving machine in his hand with an exaggerated air of confidence. “Are you sure you know how to do this?” Ryan asked worriedly. “Of course! Who do you think worked on everyone’s hair?” Adan replied. “Just relax. You’ll look just like us. Handsome and smouldering.” Adan began to shave off Ryan’s hair and Ryan felt a wave of emotion course through him. Seeing his father, grandfather, brother and best friend shave their heads to support him made him feel very touched. Now that he was shaving his head, he didn’t feel bad about losing his hair.

"Mom, is someone bullying you?" Emma asked, blinking her eyes. Her thin fingers rested in my palm, so light I could barely feel their weight. "Of course not... don't be silly," I said, fighting back tears as I gently brushed her forehead. Her hair, shaved off earlier, had started to grow back. It felt prickly, like a puppy's coarse fur. I remembered convincing her to shave her head, promising that her hair would grow back thicker and shinier. Sadly, I wouldn't be around to see it.

"I do love your haircut, it makes you look so cute." "Shut up, you crazy bastard," Yang Jun snapped back, self-conscious about his new, unfortunate hairstyle. Yang Jun had indeed cut his hair, and no it wasn't one of those hairstyles that would make someone appear handsome or cool, it was in an ugly bowl cut. His mother got his hair cut at the same place she does her hair and requested for him to get a bowl cut. "Did your father come today?" Yang Jun changed the subject, still scanning the room. "Yeah, he's over there with his new boyfriend, talking to your parents," Liu Jian pointed out. Sure enough, Yang Jun saw his parents engaged in conversation with Mr. Liu, who was accompanied by a pre

In an instant, her son's hairstyle had been completely ruined. "Look, my son is so handsome like this!" Mariana looked at his son's strange expression and immediately pinched his little face with a smile. "Mommy, why are you messing with my hair? It took me so much effort to learn to make that hairstyle, just like Daddy's." Jeremy looked extremely unhappy. Bernard also felt that the woman's actions were weird. When he heard his son's protest, his gaze froze. Mariana curled her lips, "Who told you to follow your father's hairstyle? Go and comb your hair of your age. You look so old with that hairstyle. Don't mention that you're my son when you go out."

I would have tried to use my obedience to earn a little love from my parents. However, I finally understood that they never truly saw me as family. I gently pulled my hand away from my mother’s grasp. “I do not consent. I think the system’s distribution is perfectly fair and reasonable.” My father’s hopeful expression turned into instant rage. He raised his fist and charged at me. “You ungrateful brat! After everything we’ve given to you!” I stood perfectly still, but his fist never reached me. Instead, a jolt of electricity sent him convulsing to the floor.

Walking up to her, obviously showing off my height. “Yeah, fine you’re taller so what.” She pushed my chest. I laughed. Sil jogged down the stairs. I closed my door and followed her. Mom and dad were waiting for us. “Fix your hair!” she barked at me. I looked at the mirror on the wall and my hair was all wet and messy. I didn’t bother to fix it anyway. “Ian, fix that hair of yours or I’ll have it cut.” I immediately combed my hair with my hands.

BLUE! But if this is my mind, I would never cut my hair, my hair was my pride, it was madly long, I would never cut my hair whatsoever. "No!, This isn't right, I would never cut my hair..." I said to my Dad. "Well it's your mind, not mine!." He told me as he toyed with my hair in his hands. "No... I mean yes!, This is my mind and I make the rules, you are only real when I say you are!." I was breathing uncontrollably now as I stared straight into his eyes.

She heard him sighed but still guided her to sit properly and started combing her hair. "Your mother loves your hair so much," the joker commented. She nodded. "One of the reason why I wanted to cut it. I want to forget the trauma that they caused on me." Her mom adores her hair so much. She always have a supply of shampoo, conditioner, and perfumes for her hair. Her mother always telling her to comb and styled her hair properly and neatly. That is one of the pieces of her past that was unfortunately part of her trauma. After combing her hair, the latter started cutting it with the scissor, carefully. She can saw how serious and slow his movements are through the mirror. He was controlling h

He looked up from the screen and met my eyes. "How about that haircut?" I smirked when he gave me a confused glance. Oh this was going to be good. ~~~ "I can't believe you cut your hair!" Mama had been whining all day since Zach and I returned from the overpriced salon we went to get our hairs done. His cleanly trimmed beards and new stylish haircut made me want to jump him and he wouldn't stop staring at my new look. "Mom it's not a big deal! It'll grow back. Besides I like this look." I bounced my newly bobbed shoulder length hair and loved the shine.