Headgear Stories Novels & Stories

I brushed the fur from my teeth. Combing my hair was a little harder. If I had something to pull my hair back with, the bald spot most likely wouldn’t show. No such luck and it would probably cause a more severe headache than I already suffered. My sudden sense of vanity needed to take a flying leap into the cold dark pit it had come from. I pulled an old familiar t-shirt from the bag and gently brought it over my head. Panties and shorts next. This was the best I could do. There was a bra in the bag but I needed more sleep and hated wearing a bra to bed. Concussions weren’t for sissies. I opened the door and found Brack sitting at the table with his head propped on his hand.

"You're beautiful without the hair covering, don't let it bother you." I don't believe him. Meagan was beautiful. I look nothing like her. Slowly I lift the headpiece and place it over my baldness. It's cold and familiar. This isn't the first one Meagan had made for me. As I grew, she had the piece resized or another made from scratch and always had some ornate artwork added. Meagan told me I was the only child who remembered her from the crossing. The headpiece was a gift to celebrate that bond and to make me feel beautiful. The dragon startles me from my thoughts when he speaks, "You need to eat." His voice is gruff and it's an unmistakable order.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

“It was a helmet, not just a mask. Where is the rest of it?” “Huh?” She’s looking at me now, a strand of hair falling loose from the messy bun I watched her wind and tie back half an hour ago, imagining the curve of her spine and the indent between her shoulders, the same places I kissed– “Aris?” “What?” “Are you listening? This mask is supposed to be connected to a head guard–it’s a helmet. That’s why it won’t fit over your face and why it’s so heavy.” “Well, shit.”

I brushed the fur from my teeth. Combing my hair was a little harder. If I had something to pull my hair back with, the bald spot most likely wouldn't show. No such luck and it would probably cause a more severe headache than I already suffered. My sudden sense of vanity needed to take a flying leap into the cold dark pit it had come from. I pulled an old familiar t-shirt from the bag and gently brought it over my head. Panties and shorts next. This was the best I could do. There was a bra in the bag but I needed more sleep and hated wearing a bra to bed. Concussions weren't for sissies. I opened the door and found Brack sitting at the table with his head propped on his hand.

“What the hell is this?” “Essential gear, Cap,” Ethan replied matter-of-factly. He moved with practiced ease, pinning Aaron’s stray bangs back and sliding a plush, pink cat-ear headband onto his head. “Got to keep the hair out of the muck, or it gets greasy.” Aaron caught his reflection in the window glass. His world-view was officially crumbling. Fortunately, the office was empty. If anyone saw him like this, he’d have to resign and move to another state.

Both Ruth and Cara loved it, too. I tried it on but to the disappointment of everyone else, I wouldn’t come out of the change room and show them. I wanted it to be a surprise for all of them. We picked up some accessories; I found some nice red gloves and shoes. Cara was drawn to a flower and vine integrated hairpiece that had blood-red and yellow jewel stones set as the flowers. We get everything bagged up, paid for, and then go for a walk around the town. We passed this really nice antique store. I duck into the store and have a look around. “Scarlett?”

Ugh I feel a headache forming jeez smh. He gave me some papers that looked like a schedule. The guys are to spend two hours each with me then switch. He even wrote down what they are oh good. He puts another necklace on me with matching earrings. It's pretty but I hope they don't fly off me while I'm on the rides. He asks if I can leave my hair down, "As long as it's not in my face I'm good." I sweat a lot and my hair is getting longer so I put it back in a headband.

There were white pants to wear under and white boots. So, I put it all on; there were white and silver arm guards. All I kept thinking is… This is a battle garment? I put the white boots on, and after I was wearing the garment, I brushed my hair and braided it and left my braid over the shoulder. With the garment was a matching crown that fit nice and snug on my head with an attachable mask down over my eyes. My face guard I assume. I now looked in the mirror. To me, I looked like a superhero. I began to laugh remembering Sara’s remark.