Head Shaving Stories Novels & Stories

For the last twenty minutes I had been on top of that death machine hanging onto Alice for dear life as it went at a thousand miles an hour. Not surprisingly, I had the worst ever seen case of helmet hair. The only cure was to shave off all of my hair. I should have put on my hoodie on top of my head before the helmet. But I didn't, now I looked deranged. "Couldn't we have just taken my car? I would have strapped your little death machine to the top of my trunk." "This was fun. Where else would you have gotten a rocking new hairstyle?" She joked. Slightly embarrassed, I raked my fingers through my raccoon's nest of a head in an attempt to neaten it.

His pecker looked shriveled and his nut sack hung helplessly below his pecker. My classmates congratulated me and Nene for the job well done. When they later asked him what happened. He said that it was the relatives of the girl he impregnated and denied that tried to cut off his head. He lied that they were about ten of them and he fought them off. He claimed that they wanted to cut his head but God made them to be foolish enough to try to toture him first so he dealt with them and escaped. He never explained how his clothes got missing or how the shit got on his face.

He says, “Well, that is the most outlandish story I have ever heard but it doesn’t mean you are lying. Instead, I think that you have had an experience that I would never wish to. I will help you get out of here before the cops find you.” Hearing him say that I relax back onto the couch and sigh. He turns to me and says, “First of all, we need to get rid of that hair. We either have to bleach it or shave it off, because you are all over the television and newspapers front pages. I am surprised that no one has recognized you yet in this town.” Realizing that he is right, I ask him one more thing before he shaves my head and makes me unrecognizable to those around me. “Why are you doing

Soon she heard the footsteps and recognized them as the brothers'. They walked and stood in front of her with small smile on their faces but she was stunned to look at them. "W-What did you do?" she asked in shock pointing at their shaved heads. "We thought why not remove our hair too if our little wife is having a terrible hair fall?" Emiliano softly said and shrugged. She kept looking at them for sometime. They shaved their heads because she was loosing her hair. "But why did y-you do it was not needed." Vanessa whispered slowly pointing her finger at their heads.

He smiled, rubbing his head. “Shaving my hair is just something I did to look more masculine; I guess I am pulling it off. Females are scared to come close, especially because of the scars,” he said. Well, he does have scars, even one on his cheek and head. He doesn’t look bad at all, he’s just bald. He is still handsome if you decide to look past the scars and baldness.

Terri spoke up and said, "I'm not bald by choice or at least I wasn't. Harold took me to that salon and made me submit to being waxed all over. They waxed everything but my head." Kim spoke up saying, "Most of us have found that being shaved down below as you put it, makes for better personal hygiene. My husband said he loves oral sex better without me having any hair on my pussy and I love sucking his cock better without all that pubic hair too. Even our daughter keeps herself bald." Jeff looked at Tina saying, "Maybe we should try it and see what it looks and feels like."

When she touched the hair on the side of her ear, she suddenly remembered that she had a crew cut. Since she had already touched that spot, she pretended to scratch her head. Joseph's eyes narrowed and a smile appeared on his face. All of Waverly's little tricks were ingrained in her brain. He smiled ecstatically and rubbed Waverly's head, "You don't have hair anymore, so you're not used to it. You can't push your hair behind your ears anymore because you don't have hair." Waverly was at a loss for words. There was a piece of advice that reminded people to not quickly highlight other people's weaknesses as that was the quickest way of exposing one's own weaknesses.

Heck, he even wore it on their wedding day against all protests from both families. Thinking up to here, he smiled a bit as he peeked a bit into the bit duffle bag as he scratched his newly shaven beard. He was a complete mess for so long that he had almost gotten used the extremely overgrown and messy beard he was sporting, which now made him feel slightly uncomfortable now that he had shaven it.

Brody gazed down at her for a few seconds before a small smile touched the hard line of his lips. “It does curl,” he admitted, with a faintly sheepish air that did something crazy to her heartbeat. “I've been trying to flatten it since I was a boy. Bryce and I used to get teased harshly at school, and we persuaded our mother to let us have it cut shorter than was the fashion then. I guess it's become a habit to have it short. Why? Don't you like it?” he added intently, the smile gone. “Of course, I like it. It suits you so much,” Alanis replied hastily, wishing she had never brought the subject up.

This game was going to get very interesting indeed. It was their turn. Hycinth plucked up the ball and gave it a quick toss. Of course, it landed in a cup. At this point, I was just about sure she was more than familiar with this game. I lifted the cup and read the dare, "Shave your heads." "Shit, no!" Ever hissed in disappointment. On this, I had to agree with him. I liked my hair. "I agree. It's a no for me too," Asher added firmly.