Head Shaving Story Novels & Stories

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.

"I left out the best part of the story before." This got their attention as they both stared at me in anticipation. "When he got my foot free, I tripped forward and bashed my head right into his," I chuckled, remembering the expression on Dakota's face afterword. "He was pissed." This sent my friends into another fit of laughter. I joined in, knowing that if it had been either of them that this had happened to, I would have been just as eager to poke fun at them. But, it didn't. It happened to me because I was truly the most embarrassing human to walk the earth sometimes.

Alpha Henry pov The cold morning air bit at my bare scalp as the servant carefully continued shaving my head smooth. The blade scraped against my skin with a precision I had demanded. My reflection in the polished steel bowl of water before me stared back, a sharp, unyielding figure. Yet, beneath that exterior, my thoughts churned with a storm of anger and humiliation. Lies. My entire existence now felt entangled in deceit, one string of dishonesty pulling at the next until it threatened to suffocate me.

“You were trying to call the police? They wouldn’t care about a homewrecker like you.” “Looks like we didn’t beat her up enough. She still hasn’t realized her wrongdoings.” “Let’s cut her hair and shave her eyebrows. She won’t be able to seduce men after that.” Two of the people pulled out the scissors and eyebrow shaver they had brought to the event. The chat started sending loads of donations to support their actions. They grabbed my hair. I shook my head to break free, but someone pinned my shoulders down. After they cut my hair, they did not think it was enough and shaved me bald.

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.

I decisively walked into a hair salon and asked the hairdresser, Tony Green, to shave all of my hair off. Tony immediately had a look of understanding on his face as he tried to gently talk me out of it. "Miss, there are plenty of fish in the sea. You don't have to do this to yourself just because of a man. It's not worth it." I chuckled and told him the truth. "I can’t help feeling that my long hair is adding to the heat. It's going to be very inconvenient during the apocalypse." Tony just assumed that I was talking nonsense. Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut.

“I was going to do a sweep, but Dario told me to focus on the digging and there was - “ “Hmmm,” I nodded. I began pacing around. Thinking. I held my hands on my hips again and heaved. I hate having headaches. I hate things that give me headaches. I was surrounded by morons. Useless sack of men who can’t do things properly. I stopped and looked at Collin with a smile on my face. “Let me tell you a story,” I said. “You are going to love this one.”

Laid out on the vanity were the other supplies he sent her to buy. “Cut it all off,” he told her. Though her hand shook, Patrice did a good job of it. To make it completely bald, she used shaving cream and a barber straight-edge razor. With more haste than she needed, she cleaned up and finally left the room. Sven stood, running his palm over his head. Not pleased with the choices he was being forced to make, he swore to regain his position in the game.

I grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.