Hairjob Novels & Stories

He didn’t reply to me; instead, he was enjoying the feel of my hand in his hair. “Any style then,” I mumbled, bringing out the scissors. I decided to just trim his hair. Give him a bob cut. He will look good with long hair. He looked at me as I trimmed his hair. I don’t know anything about hair, but having a daughter mother taught me how to trim her hair, style it, and arrange hair pins. Rose is particular about her hair; she loves her hair, and she loves how long it is. I frequently change her hairstyles, and she loves it.

Am I the girl who has finally captured Cody Brannigan? God, so many questions, with no freakin’ answers. I slope further down into the bath but careful not to get my hair wet. I only washed it last night, so I don’t want to have to wash it again. I’m not the kind of girl who washes her hair every day, that’s just bad for it, stripping all the essential oils out. I mean, I used to. But my hairdresser told me a few years back, that it’s better to only wash it once a week. Since I was paying her like a hundred and fifty bucks for a trim on a regular basis in NYC, I thought it prudent to take her advice. And low and behold, my hair stopped being so ratty, the shine came back and now it’s long an

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

With a pair of stiletto silver shoes and a matching purse. Kita wanted to do something new to her hair. Something different from the way she had been wearing it. So she flat ironed her hair and wore loose curls at the end. Completely straightening her hair, it came to where her bra was unbuttoned. She was shocked! She hadn't known the actual lengthening of her hair for quite a while since it's been natural for more than five years. She was reflecting on the days when she used to get perms.

Britney swiveled the chair and removed the towel with a dramatic flair. "You're not allowed to look till I'm done," Britney declared. "I want to see!" Jenny exclaimed, trying to turn. Britney stopped her, holding the chair in place. She was stronger than she looked. "No peeking! This definitely calls for a dramatic reveal," Britney said as she stepped behind Jenny, returning with a pair of scissors. "Long hair can cause issues in the field," she explained while beginning to cut. "It gets caught on things, leaves evidence, or can be pulled on during a fight. Or worse, you end up late because you're too busy styling it."

“It’s okay. Let’s put your Ellie’s skills to the test.” Ellie clapped her hands in excitement and led me into her cozy little salon. She didn't cut my hair short, much to my relief, but she gave me a professional cut that transformed my wild curls into soft, layered waves. I had never even known that you could see such layers on curly hair.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

We dropped over $4k; it was worth every penny. While we were at it we bought several new outfits for me, mostly new shirts designed to best showoff my new bulkier chest and arms. We ended up at the day-spa where we all got massages, manicures, pedicures, and new hair fashions. In Jenny's case, this included going from a natural brunette to a deep copper redhead. With my pretty long natural curly hair, they trimmed the sides short and left it long in the back, down over my collar. I even trimmed off my short beard and mustache.

If anything had happened to her face, Jade would never have been able to cope with it. “And…” Adrian continued. The group fell silent, patiently waiting for him to finish. “We had to cut her hair. Some acid got into it, and according to the doctors, it needed to be removed immediately to prevent further damage.” “Wait!” Ashley exclaimed. “Are you saying she's bald now?” “No,” Adrian replied quickly. “She's not bald. Her hair now stops around the middle of her neck.” Ruth winced. “Jade hates cutting her hair,” she murmured. “She's always loved keeping it long.”