Short Lesbian Hairstyles Novels & Stories

“Something… different.” “Me too!” Sarah chimed in. So, they went to a trendy salon. Clara showed the stylist a picture of a chic, modern hairstyle she’d seen. She wanted something bolder, something that felt like the new, more confident Clara emerging from the shadows. Sarah, inspired, also opted for a dramatic cut. The hours flew by, filled with the hum of dryers, the snipping of scissors, and their excited chatter. When they were done, they both looked in the mirror and gasped. Clara’s hair was shorter, layered, framing her face in a sophisticated way that made her eyes pop. Sarah’s new cut was equally stunning. They looked like different women, empowered and ready for anything.

But she is not aware of my feelings. No one is aware of my gender because I keep on hiding it. I am a lesbian by the way but I am not a cross-dresser so no one really knows. I also have long hair and wear dresses, but I don’t know how to put make up on my face. I don't even know how to properly comb my hair. I just roll it in a circular motion until it forms a bun on the top of my head. I keep on chewing my bubble gum when suddenly a loud voice coming from the other line of the phone shouted. Ouch, my eardrums! Here she comes again. She's too loud.

like a high school girl got asked to prom by the most popular guy in her school. I quickly type out a 'yes, of course' to Stella and skip in the direction of my room to find something sexy. ~∆~ I'm staring at my reflection in a mirror, thinking 'what do I do with my hair?' I'm in a white deep plunging neckline long sleeve top and really short, denim ripped bum shorts. Nude pointed-toe lace up heels grace my feet. I decide on a hot-as-hell messy bun for my hairstyle. As usual I decide to ditch the make-up but still swipe on a coat of lip gloss.

she says, turning to me. “All good with me!” I smile. “Your hair is so long and thick! I’m just so jealous!” “Oh I promise you wouldn’t be if it was yours. You should see the bedhead, it’s embarrassing,” I confess. We continue to make jokes and talk about random things. Once Carmen and I are done with making popcorn and brownies, we head over to the couch to pick a movie. We decided on a rom-com, and Leona has me sit on the floor in front of the couch so she can do my hair. I’m terrible with that kind of stuff, and I know a total of about three hairstyles. Half up/half down, a braid, and a ponytail. Anything more than that goes right over my head and looks like absolute crap when I do it. I

I wanted to be simple but stylish, like every well favored older lesbian I found online and brazenly idolized. I can still call to mind the defining moment Motina finally acknowledged my chosen boyish hairstyle and androgynous threads with an understanding smile, as she declared our apparent plans for a ‘much needed makeover’. I should have realized something was different, because she hadn’t brought anything back for me on her last trip preceding the conversation.

“I like options.” He tilted my head slightly to the left and twisted my hair up, showing me different styles in the mirror. “Okay, so... we could do a sleek ponytail with some loose curls in the front—simple but chic. Or we could go for waves, loose and romantic. But that might take a while.” I shook my head. “We don’t have much time. How about the messy bun you showed at first?” His eyes lit up. “Perfect choice. It’s elegant but effortless. Won't take much of our time, but hold still.”

“It’s just hair. And a little eyeliner. That’s all. No big deal.” Lila snorted. “Right. No big deal. Except, you know, you look like a completely different person who actually cares about how she presents herself. It’s shocking.” I laughed softly, letting the tension in my shoulders ease as I finished curling my hair. I brushed through the curls lightly, letting them fall in soft waves around my face. It was liberating in a strange way. Messy buns were practical, yes, but this… this felt fun. Rebellious, even.