Head Shaving Stories Novels & Stories

Flora nodded gently and finally agreed to shave her head. Soon, the nurse took a hair shaver and shaved all Jason’s hair. Then she shaved Jerry’s hair as well. “It’s so relaxing without hair. It’s so cool.” Jason and Jerry rubbed their bald heads and kept easing their sister. “It’s my turn. Shave my hair, too.” “Okay, Mr. Carter.” After a while, Evan, Jason, and Jerry all shaved. Their heads were smooth. “Haha. Daddy and brothers are like three eggs.” “Yes, we will shave our heads with you. That way you won’t have to worry about being laughed at.”

Two technicians took her over to her tank, another pair took me to mine. I stared into it in trepidation as they gave my skull a fresh shave; they'd been shaving our heads to keep my hair from getting in the way of the wiring. This was it... this was actually happening! I was scared half to death, but I had meant what I said. I couldn't back out now.

"That's good. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. How's Michael doing?" Maggie gasped. "Holy shit, you'll never believe it. Michael shaved his head today. He's completely bald." "Bald?" he laughed. "I can't even imagine. Why did he do that?" "He said the hair was falling out anyway and he wanted to be in control of it," she replied. "I'll tell you, it was a shocker." "I'll bet," he chuckled. "You sound funny. Where are you anyway?"

I was all about drowning the feeling of disappointment inside of me and I guess it was working. I was already drunk when I decided to shave my head. I can still feel my body and that’s why I had the courage to cut my hair. Shaving my head looked and felt easy because my feelings and sentiments were choked and chained by the presence of the alcohol in my brain and body. It made me feel like I’m not going to regret it by the time I get sober. The shaving took me just a few minutes and I was already bald. I’ve let go of the mullet that I’ve been rocking ever since.

"It's going to hurt, a lot. Just try to breathe. Let the pain do its thing. Don't fight it. The more you fight the more it hurts," Looking into her blue eyes now reminds me of the first time I ever laid eyes on her. She was so small. I'd never seen a baby with so much hair on their head. I was so upset when my mother shaved her head days after she had been born. She said it was so that it would grow even and thicker.

I called and she managed to whisper as she looked at me in tears. "Shave my hair." She said and I looked at her. She knew all along that shaving her hair could free her but... No one wanted to shave their hair. But still, it was a life and death matter. "Everything." She said and I searched the bag for a razor and carefully started to shave her hair even as blood came from her nose and her ears. "Hurry." She said and I continued to shave faster but more carefully.

" We left the store laughing, walking down the streets, arms locked with each other. Our next stop was a quaint little café tucked away on a side street. We ordered overpriced coffee and pastries, sitting at a small table by the window. Zara told me about her latest dating disaster, a man who'd shown up to their date wearing a fedora and talking about his "spiritual journey." I nearly choked on my latte. "A fedora?" I managed. "A fedora and he spent the entire night telling me about his chakras." "Zara, that's….."

"Like... the second you shut your eyes, something might be right there behind you? I swear I can't even rinse my damn hair without thinking someone's about to burst in through the door or window. It's ridiculous, right?" He gave a quick laugh, not waiting for my answer. "There's a funny story behind it, so now I just keep my eyes open. It stings like hell when the shampoo gets into my eyes, so I bought some goggles to help with that." He hummed again, off-key, before adding, almost cheerfully, "I'm bored, so I'll tell you the story. I had this guy once—Frankie. Big guy, shoulders like a fridge. Thought he was smarter than me."

With a soft snap, my brown, curly hair fell to the ground, revealing the bald scalp beneath. Everyone in the café froze, and Craig and Eden were both in shock. "Why did you shave your head?" Craig, unsure of how to handle the unexpected scene, paused before asking. "Are you crazy? Don't you care about your appearance anymore?" His voice was filled with confusion and anger, and his words echoed loudly in the café. The other customers looked on, stunned by the sudden outburst. Eden, standing beside him, had a look of triumph in her eyes. Her tone dripped with disdain as she sneered. "What's your game this time, Cindy Larson? Are you trying to make a statement like those who shave their heads f

I walk over to him and take his hands. "Jon, look at me. I'm telling you the truth. We'll explain more later, but we need to take care of this mess right now. Adam and Lester were selling these people. They were going to sell me, and Adam tried to rape me. My panther Skye ripped his penis off; that's why he's in there screaming." Shaun walks over and puts his arm around my shoulders.