A Newly Shifted Neighbour

It was a summer time and one of the neighbours has shifted to the other area in town the flat was empty for almost a week .After that some people use to come and inquire for rent and for sale, many times the new owner told that need to give flat on rent after few days a new family came in that flat as a tenant it was a couple they took 3 days to shift their all things they had hired some logistic company. That day In the stairs I meet a new women she might be 30-35 in age approximately while walking faster I dash on her vegetable bag and all vegetable felt down I said sorry and started picking up all vegetables from ground and started filling in her bag I apologized her for mistake she said ok no problem it was just a mismatch of timing ,I smiled at her and I went away to ask were u stay I just return back and I saw the long thick braid below her bums and I was shock to see such long and thick hair in my building. She went away and I was thinking all about her long hair.
Then a doorbell rang ting tong I went and I open the door the same lady was standing I said u ya she said I am u r neighbour we just shifted 2-3 days before I was so happy to hear that , she said that her mixer is not working and want to grind some spices for the launch so I welcomed her home and told to use our grinder she smiled and started doing her work I was just standing behind her and was staring at her long thick braid and was thinking to touch and feel her long braid she look at me and said what r u doing at back I said nothing just looking at u r long beautiful hair I like long hair and long hair women’s hmm she said nice I love to keep long hair from my childhood I also took the chance and started chatting about the hair, slowly and steadily I started talking about the haircutting she got excited she said where do u get u r haircut I said at saloon she ask me which I said in men’s  saloon she said nice, I started talking about my haircutting experience I told that I have secret haircutting fetish 4-5 women’s in our building get their haircut from me as I gave them the haircut with pleasure which they love to have.
I said I need something from you she said what u want I look at her and said I want to cut u r hair short to a bob with neck clean shaved , she said what she gave me strange look and first started talking about her hair and how she has maintain it so long and thick  so I showed my experience picks which I have taken while cutting other women’s hair she said omg it’s so sexy  ya u will enjoy a lot ,she sat down and started thinking about it after some time she said that I need to ask my hubby as he will not allow me to cut my hair so short as we are from a traditional family and my mother in law will kill me for such  a short hair ,so I told her make so tricks if u want me to have fun with you she said ok and left my home, after some 4-5 days she came to my home when I was alone in afternoon time i welcomed her and she said that I got one trick she said that her birthday is coming next week and as birthday gift she will take permission from her husband for haircut hmm nice I said and let me see u r hair length I took her long braid in my hand and started to open it and after opening completely hair was below her bums ,I  started appreciating her for such a long and thick hair she felt so shy and started smiling , after that I started playing with her long hair and in between my hands went near her boobs and I touch it she said ash go ahead press them I started pressing her big boobs for some time after that I stopped and said will do the rest on when I will cut u r hair she said naughty boy waiting for you and went away. After a week her birthday came I wish her in the morning when she came out to take milk, I said special day for you she smiled and said for you to I also gave the smile and went in my flat. At afternoon my doorbell rang I open the door.
She was standing in front of me with a plate of sweets in her hand in red dress she was looking damn hot in that red dress, i welcomed her and took her in , she gave me sweets of her birthday and told that she has got permission from his hubby to cut her hair short. I got excited and just hugged her she said control control I am all yours now I told her to get undress and come in bedroom by that time I, made all arrangement for the haircutting and she came in bedroom only on her panties I was shock to see her actual figure and her big bobs and her long thick braid hanging at her back I told her to sit on the stool which was in the center of the room and then I tied a white cloth around her neck and removed the long braid out of it .Now she was waiting for the cut I open her long braid and started combing her hair from top to bottom she was enjoying it , I combed her hair for 10-12 mins after that I took a long rubber band and gathered all her hair I started tying a long thick pony tail and tied the band little lower as she wanted a bob and I told he “Be ready as u r long hair is going to chop off now “ her heart beat increase and I took the scissor which was kept in front of her, she said that do it slowly as she is cutting her hair so short for first time in her life, I replied do not worry I will manage all , I inserted the scissor in her thick pony tail and started cutting snip snip snip snip snip snip snip……………….and lots of snips and her pony tail was chop away from her long hair, she said ohh and I showed her the long thick pony and some tears roll down her eyes and she was smiling a lot and said that I wanted to cut my hair but waiting for my hubby permission then , I started spraying water on her hair and combing them from front to back I made partition of her hair and started giving shape to her hair many snips and cuts where done and after that she was having a perfect short bob , but still the cut was not completed I said wait and I bought clipper and put on her neck and started it she was enjoying the clipper movement on her neck after some time her neck was also clean but when I touch it was feeling like a sand paper so I applied foam on her neck she said ohh its too cold ,I said just 5 min dear and it will be done, I took a straight razor and started shaving her neck within 7-8 strokes her neck was smooth as silk.
I said that touch u r neck now she said it’s so smooth and I loved it , its feels so light after cutting such long hair I open her caped and told her took look in the mirror and she said ahh my hair are so short I said ya just see properly now u look so sexy and hot with short bob haircut she just ran her fingers through her hair and said wow it’s so easy to manage and mean while  I saw her arms pits they were not shaved , I ask her hey  u r armpits are not shaved she said ya I not got time to do so ,I said come here and raise u r hand  I applied foam to her underarms and shaved it smooth same with the other hand she was so please to get such smooth shaved armpits.  I told her to wipe all her hair felt on her body she did It in just few second then I took her in bed and we enjoyed a lot that afternoon ,After some time as it started becoming dark we stopped I gathered all my tools and she clean the bedroom and we both took a bath and got dressed she wore her red dress back and took the plate and she kissed me and said that I was being in heaven with u this afternoon she gave me a big smile and she went away, after 2-3hours her husband came and invited me and my family at his wife birthday. I went with my family and she was standing beside the cake and was wearing a knee length skirt and a top and was looking so beautiful in her short bob, the cake cutting happen and after that me and my family went to give her a gift and my mom ask hey u were having so long hair she said ya I just got cut today evening as it was making me fill like old fashion so I got this new haircut she saw at me and smiled then we all members had fun and dance over there and we went away ,next day morning we again meet in the corridor to take the milk and she came near me and said that my hubby loved my haircut so much that he ****** me all night and we had so fun she again gave me the smile and went in her flat.
And we become friends and there after she use to call me at her place for cutting her sisters ,friends hair I also enjoyed a lot by cutting their hair and she also use to get regular trim from me to keep her hair maintain short and these way we continued further.

Teacher's Pet - Is that You?

My name is Vivek and I am from Kerala. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut ladies’ long hair. I’ve come across many in my neighbourhood and in school, but it’s not that easy to get to their hair. Now I would like to tell you about my experience that happened in school.

There was an English teacher in our school whose name was Dhanya. She is really attractive and boys try to woo her or get to her because she is sexy for them. It’s true that she’s well structured, good-looking and the best part is her jet-black hair which I am craving for.

She joined the school when I was in 8th but she wasn’t teaching me at that time and her hair was only mid-back which wasn’t that attractive. She got to teach me when I was in 10th and I noticed her hair which has grown to her waist. My interest for her hair developed slowly.

Since English was my favourite subject, I used to excel in it and she is happy with my performance and I became her favourite throughout the school years. She taught us English till 12th lucky for me. As years passed, her hair has also grown super long which is up to her hips at present. She mainly put her hair in a braid. I get to feel it every time I am with her. The boys are after her and I am only after her hair. They try to flirt with her every way possible. She is an expert in dealing with these kinds of situations and the boys wouldn’t dare to approach her for anything.

She is really intelligent and witty and likes me a lot because I excel in English a lot. Because of that, she helped me a lot in exceling in other subjects as well. I used to touch her hair at numerous occasions and I wanted to cut it. I was waiting for the right opportunity to fulfil my dream. The school years were only an opportunity for me to touch and feel her hair but not to get her hair cut. I thought of going to her home for asking doubt and make my move slowly but I have no idea of her address and contact details.

Since I am good at English, I don’t need tuition or anything else but I want Dhanya Ma’am’s long hair. What should I do about it? How will I get it?

My board exams are nearing and I have to concentrate on it more and not think of her hair at all. At least for a month. I couldn’t see her in that one month as she was also busy with the preparations of the examination work and all that. And whenever I see her, she normally clips her hair so I can’t see the length. It is good that she has clipped it or else the long hair would’ve been a distraction for me. So almost for one full month, she didn’t show me her long hair.

Our exams were over and on the last day, there was still two hours for the buses to come and so we stayed at school enjoying playing in the ground. I thought of seeing Dhanya Ma’am and I looked for her but she was nowhere to be seen. I came across the Principal’s office and saw her with the files through the window. Her hair is clipped as always. I wanted to see her long hair. My exams are over. Why is it taking long?

The buses were about to come and so our classmates signed on each other uniforms hugging each other bidding farewell, the final get-together at school. I would be happier if I talk to her if not see her hair.

The buses have come and we were about to get in when we saw Dhanya Ma’am coming out of the building and walking in the ground. All the students went to say goodbye to her. Girls said proper bye and went, and of course boys tried one last flirting as she is a hot chic for them, but not for me. I moved away from the group waiting for my turn as the boys talked to her and said good-bye and left.

She saw me standing at a distance and smiled. She looked so sweet when she smiles and I loved it. She is so young-looking and no one would say that she is 33 and still single. No evil thoughts ran in my mind except for the hair which isn’t that evil I believe.

V: Ma’am, I am…

D: Free from school, free from all teachers.

V: (smiling) Nothing like that Ma’am. But I am really going to miss you.

D: Aww! So sweet of you Vivek. Even I will miss you.

She is more of a friend actually. She supports us if we listen to her and one would be screwed if we turn against her. So, don’t dare to mess with Dhanya Ma’am. We exchanged our contacts but not the address till then but at least I got her number.

‘All the best for your future Vivek,’ said Ma’am as she stretched her arms to my surprise as if wanting to hug me. Being a good student, I would really hug her and being a hair fetish, I will touch her hair. I moved towards her closely to hug her. During the hug, my hand reached for the clip to open her hair as I badly want to see the length. While leaving slowly, I pulled her clip and dropped it and down came the beautiful long hair of Dhanya Ma’am. She looked more stunning in open hair.

‘I am sorry Ma’am,’ I said pretending to be sorry as I bent down to pick up the clip and while picking it up, I could see her hair length from the back which drove me mad. When I stood up after picking the clip, I could feel her long hair.

I apologised again and gave her the clip as she smiled and took it. We said bye as I ran to board my bus. I was happy that I could feel her hair. I looked out through the window and saw her walking inside the building leaving her hair open and I loved it.

The boys were also looking out describing her structure and all that. School days are over, next college. I have to apply to a college and get admission. It was also holiday in our school for two months and within these two months, I have to execute the plan of cutting her long hair. In the second month of the holidays, the teachers would have to go to school for special class to higher class students which means I have only a month.

I tried to call her but the number doesn’t exist was the reply that came from my phone. I tried calling but failed. I thought of asking someone from school or class but nobody had her number. Moreover, I was busy with the admission process.

A disappointing moment. I lost Dhanya Ma’am’s contact, or should I say, her hair. Only a month remaining and after that she will be extremely busy with the special classes and not have a time to spare. I focused on my admission. I applied in Bangalore and thankfully, I was selected. The classes would start in June and I have one month and a half left.

It was almost the mid of April and in May, the special classes would start. I then thought of chucking it out and convinced myself saying that I would find many in Bangalore and can cut as much hair as I want. And good bye to Dhanya Ma’am’s super long hair which wasn’t an easy thing to say at all.

On a fine day, I was asked to give some sweets to a friend of my mother who lived in a nearby building. The building was almost old as the infrastructure clearly says it all. I took the lift which was in grills to the fourth floor where the Aunty lived. I gave her the sweets and turned to go.

The power went off and so I had to take down the stairs. When I reached the first floor, I bumped into someone as their shopping bag fell down. I said ‘Sorry’ and bent down to help the person pick up the goodies or whatever was there in the bag. I lifted my face to see the person I had bumped into and the person who is kneeling to pick up the things.

A young sexy lady with a part of her long hair in the front covering her arm and then the remaining at the back. And her name is… Dhanya, my English teacher.

‘Vivek,’ she exclaimed on seeing me. She smiled on seeing me. So, did I as I was the happiest person at that very moment. I haven’t lost her, or her hair should I say. She got up and I set her bag right and got up smiling.

V: Hello Ma’am. I am so happy to see you. I am sorry Ma’am,

D: I should say sorry for giving my number and not able to respond to it. My number got expired and so I had lost all contacts including yours. I have applied for a new one and that is my current number.

V: You are staying in this building?

D: Yes, this is my flat.

She pointed her door which is right next to us and I was very happy. She opened the door and welcomed me as I entered inside with the grocery. The flat wasn’t that grand as the Aunt’s one. It was simple with a small kitchen and a bedroom. But still it looked nice.

V: You are staying alone Ma’am?

D: Well yes Vivek. Since I was 15 years old. I don’t want anybody as family apart from my students.

I understood what she meant and didn’t ask anything more. I went to her and held her hand saying, ‘I am always there for you Ma’am.’

‘Thank you Vivek. You should be there anyways. I have work to be completed before the end of this month and so I will be needing your help,’ Dhanya Ma’am said.

‘Of course, Ma’am. Anything for you,’ I replied happily. That has become the perfect reason to visit her every day. I did inform my mother that I am going to Dhanya Ma’am’s place every day for helping her with her work and she seemed convinced.

Every day I go to her place in the morning and be there till evening helping her out and spending wonderful time with her only for her long hair. I was very scared or nervous to open the topic of hair but I get opportunity to touch and feel it.

Even she was happy with my presence and enjoyed my company a lot. I don’t know how to get to her hair as the time was running out within a few days, extra classes begin and she’s gone.

After doing work on a day, we got tired and sat on the sofa. She got up and opened the clip and down came the cascade of black waters, her long hair rolled down to her hips.

Oh my! I wasn’t able to bear it. Too long and sexy. She turned sideways and flipped her hair swinging it and setting it right. I couldn’t bear it. She was wearing a sleeveless top and tight pants revealing the curves. The boys were right. She is a hot chic. She then turned to her right showing me her back and flipped her long hair again.

I was getting wild. I threw a flying kiss to the hair desperate for it. I held out my hands clenching in and out, craving for her hair. Please give your hair Dhanya Ma’am. Please!

She turned to me and pulled my hands towards me to avoid being caught  and sat beside me putting all her hair in the front. The hair covered the half of her front side and I couldn’t bear seeing it. I got an opportunity to open about hair finally.

D: What are you looking at Vivek?

V: Nothing Ma’am. Just your beautiful long hair. You have really an amazing hair.

D: Do I really? Thank you so much.

V: How do you get to maintain this long hair in your busy schedules?

D: It isn’t that difficult. I balance my busy schedules with maintaining my hair. I love my hair.

V: You look really beautiful in this long hair. I like it.

D: Thank you. Let’s finish the remaining work.

She gets up and walks to the room with her hair open, and I stared at it wildly till it disappeared into the room. When she was gone, I was getting too restless as I couldn’t bear her hair at all. It’s so long and beautiful. I want it. I want her hair. How will I get it? I should ask first but I am losing the guts when seeing her face. I don’t have the courage to ask about her haircut.

As I was thinking about it, Dhanya Ma’am came out her room, her hair clipped and called me out.

V: (Getting up) Yes Ma’am?

D: Can we go for an outing tomorrow?

V: (Puzzled) Where Ma’am?

D: Just around. Like park, mall or somewhere. Just like chilling.

V: Okay Ma’am.

D: You should early tomorrow. I want to see you by eight. If you don’t show up, you will be punished.

I agreed to what she said as I was excited to go out with her, but haircut? I don’t know where will that dream of mine be?

The next day, I woke up really late and so I dressed up really quick and rushed off to her flat not because of the fear of being punished but I didn’t want to disappoint her. I reached the door which was opened and I saw Dhanya Ma’am sitting on the sofa, all dressed. Her hair was clipped and she was wearing clothes revealing her sexy body, the sleeveless top and tight jeans.

She looked at me and got up saying, ‘On time Vivek.’

V: I am sorry Ma’am. The alarm didn’t ring.

D: No excuses. You are late for half an hour, and the plans have been cancelled.

V: Why cancel Ma’am? There is still time.

D: You deserve to be punished for this. You have got to bear it.

V: Okay Ma’am. As you say. What must I do?

She gets up and picks up a stool from the side and placed it in the middle sitting there. I wondered what was she doing. She said, ‘Take out the first thing you feel inside my handbag and use it on me.’

What exactly was she trying to say? I was confused but obeyed her as I picked her handbag from the tea-stand and put my hand inside to fish out the first thing I see. I really wish it would be scissors. If it was scissors, I would’ve used it on her long hair.

I could only feel one thing in the bag and took it out. It was a comb. Wow! I could touch and feel her entire long hair by combing it. Her hair was waiting for me which was clipped. I wanted to remove the clip and take hold of her hair. I had to wait for her order and said, ‘Ma’am, I’ve got a comb.’

‘Use it on me,’ was her reply which thrilled me a lot. But I acted shy as I didn’t want to do it. She thought that I am an innocent boy and won’t be into this all when in real I am not.

I walked towards her back, and raised my hand to remove the clip which was really nervous thing. Once I pulled the clip, everything changed. The long hair drove me mad. I knelt down so it would be easier for me to comb, when in real to enjoy.

I took all her hair and buried myself into it kissing passionately and enjoying it. I didn’t spare any part without her realising as she was doodling on her phone. I came to my senses when I called out my name. I then let go off her hair and started combing it. Wow! It was amazing to feel the best hair I’ve come across. I was enjoying each and every moment.

D: Vivek?

V: Yes Ma’am. (still combing)

D: What’s your opinion about me?

V: You are a really good teacher. My favourite. You’ve helped me a lot throughout a lot and I am thankful to you for every moment.

D: Is it? Thank you Vivek. So, kind of you.

V: Now it’s your turn. Tell me about me.

Even if we were talking, I never stopped combing her hair.

D: So Vivek, you are also my favourite. I like you a lot. You are more than a student to me. You are…

V: …like a son?

D: Shut up! I am too young to be your mother and you are too old to be my son. You are like a… I don’t know maybe brother or a friend. Anyways, I am so happy for you that I really want to do something for you.

I stopped combing and got up and went to her kneeling before her. I was excited when she said ‘anything for you’.

V: What did you say? Anything for me?

D: Yes Vivek. I am going to do something for you. Ask and it will be given to you.

V: Are you sure?

D: Yes, what do you want from me? Just tell and you are going to get it for sure. It’s my word.

I looked down thinking of how to express my wish and I looked at her and she was smiling at me waiting for my wish to be expressed. I smiled at her and she brought all her hair in the front which wasn’t bearable for me at all. I didn’t want to see it while talking to her. Long hair was really a distraction.

I gasped some courage and decided to bring it, I looked at her eyes and said, ‘Ma’am, I want…’

‘Vivek, for this delay you will be punished again. Open the small part of my handbag and take out the first thing you feel and put or use it on me,’ she interrupted.

‘Ma’am but…’

‘No more questions and when you get it, don’t wait for my command. Go for it. Okay,’ she said as I got up really pissed off and went to get her handbag. I opened the small part and put my hand in it. What it could be?

I took it out and was stunned to see it, ‘SCISSORS? In her bag? How is that possible? Did she place it by mistake? Whatever it may be, it shouldn’t matter to me because she had asked me to use the first thing I get to use on her.

And scissors would be used only on her long hair. I was happy as I kissed the scissors and walked behind her as she was still doodling on her phone without paying attention to what I was doing. Her hair was in the front, so I pulled it from the back towards my direction which was superb. I began combing her long hair for one last time. I combed each and every part very patiently.

I kept the comb aside as the next part was SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! I took a portion of her hair from the side and kissed it without her seeing it and cut it off. That first cut drove me mad. I then held the scissors at the mid-level as I couldn’t wait anymore and ran it through her hair from left to right and down came her beautiful long hair.

It was so good to see hair falling. Her hip length hair has reached to mid-back. I placed the scissors at the neck level and ran it across as the hair was falling when the blades sped off past each strand. I looked at her head where there was no hair remaining and looked down where a pile of her hair.

I then cut the hair at the back and side shortening the ends and giving her a sexy look. The hair cut was over and I walked to the front to see her face. I was shocked to see her look and face.

She looked damn sexy in short hair and it really suited. She looked a little younger. The ones who lost their long hair or gets their long hair cut would burst into tears. But she was smiling at me, not even a bit of disappointment in her face was seen.

She got up and said, ‘You are happy now?’

‘Well I should ask you that question Ma’am. Are you happy with your new style which you didn’t want?’ I said and the moment I said she slapped me.

I was shocked at her slap. How could she do that to me? I asked, ‘Ma’am. Why did you?’

She pulled me by the collar and said smiling, ‘Don’t act too much. You wanted my hair, right? You wanted to cut it, right?’

I was bewildered at her speaking reality, at what I really wanted. How did she come to know?

V: Ma’am but, how did you?

D: You idiot, you think I don’t know anything? I’ve learned Psychology and have trained to learn human behaviour. I’ve noticed this behaviour of yours since I started teaching you. You were after my hair and you wanted to cut it. Happy?

V: (Feeling little low) Ma’am I am sorry for cutting your hair. It was my desire but I shouldn’t have…

D: You are not at all sorry. You’ve got what you wanted. A sorry won’t result in my hair growth. My hair won’t grow long when you say ‘Sorry’.

V: It will grow Ma’am. For sure.

Dhanya Ma’am looked at the pile of hair and laughed at it saying, ‘I really want to cry. I am not able to, because of you. You’ve cut my beautiful long hair.’

I didn’t know what to say, but inside I was very happy that I cut Dhanya Ma’am’s beautiful long hair. I turned to go but then she stopped me.

D: Don’t you want to go out with me?

V: Ma’am, I…

D: Let’s go out now. We will clean the mess later.

V: Ma’am, but…

D: Go to college and do well. I will grow my hair long. If you excel in the first semester, you can cut all my hair. Keep on exceling in college and I will grow my hair for you, and you will cut it. What do you say?

I was shocked at her offer or deal. Did she really mean it? Will she let me cut her hair once it grows long?

V: Are you serious?

D: I never joke at serious occasions Vivek. You very well know that, right?

V: Ok Ma’am, I believe you. Thank you so much Ma’am.

She gave me a hug as I felt her short hair again and we went for outing as planned. Thank you Dhanya Ma’am, love you lots. I can’t wait for the next haircut. Too excited!

Bhabhi's Haircut

My name is Soham and I am 16 years living in Nagpur. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut woman’s long hair and even shave. I express my desire through my fetish account in Facebook. The fetish friends would suggest me to try on my family members. None of the female members in my family had beautiful long hair. Even if long, not that good and not that beautiful either.

I satisfy my fetish by chatting with the fetish friends and watching videos, fantasizing in dreams, reading stories etc.

My family consisted of my father, mother and my elder brother Sooraj who is 28 and was to get married. He married to our family friend’s daughter Sandhya. She is a beautiful 27-year-old woman whom I’ll be seeing at home every day. I was happy that I got company. I can talk with Bhabhi whenever I want.

But I didn’t really get to talk with her properly ever since she has stepped into our house. I was stuck with my exams and so had to focus on that otherwise I’ll be screwed.

One afternoon, when my brother and father had gone to office and my mother was taking her nap, and I was in my room bored. I walked to the kitchen to get some water. The moment I reached the door, I saw Bhabhi working in the kitchen, possibly cooking something. She was wearing a saree and her hair was clipped. So I can’t find out her hair length. I don’t even know whether she has long hair or not. But I came to a conclusion that Bhabhi’s hair won’t be long and I am not that lucky.

Her back was facing my side revealing her partially bare back and the waist. I wanted to feel that but I just stared at it. She didn’t notice me coming at all. The water jug was next to the stove and I walked towards the stove side and started to drink from the jug.

She noticed me and smiled at me as I did the same. I was happy that she noticed me.

B: Do you want something?

S: Nothing Bhabhi, I just came to drink water. What are you making?

B: It’s for Sooraj when he comes for tea.

S: Can I help?

B: It’s fine, I am done.

We engaged into a conversation and she asked me about my studies, plans for future and all that and I replied coolly. She had thought me to be innocent in nature even though I am 16, when I am not innocent and I do have some evil plans in mind. I was happy that I’ve got company. I wanted to talk to her more when my mother came after her nap signaling me to leave the kitchen.

We used to spend time whenever possible and I used to impress by narrating some funny incidents happened in school or with friends, most of them aren’t true. I try to impress her in whatever ways possible in order to gain her interest, trust and everything.

On a lazy afternoon Saturday, I was getting restless as I wasn’t able to nap. I thought of talking to Bhabhi but she taking nap at that time. I wanted to see her no matter what she is doing. I walked to her room slowly crossing my mother’s room as she was taking nap. (Both my father and brother are at work.)

I slowly the door of my brother’s room and saw Bhabhi sitting on the bed and reading something. I knocked and said, ‘Bhabhi, can I come in?’

She looked at the door and smiled on seeing me. She said, ‘Come in Soham. There’s no need to ask permission.’

I entered and then closed the door. She sat straight keeping the book aside as I came and sat beside her. Her hair was clipped as in the beginning and she’s in saree as usual.

B: What happened Soham? Why do you look so worried?

S: Nothing like that. Exams are nearing. Books are driving me mad.

B: Oh is it? Just relax and don’t get tensed.

I was watching her talk when she placed a hand on her clip and removed it from her head. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Down flowed a cascade of black waters. Her hair rolled down to her hip I guess well I couldn’t guess it since she was sitting. One thing I know that she has long hair and I am the luckiest person in this world.

She was setting her hair swinging it backwards and was about to clip it again when I stopped her saying, ‘Bhabhi I can’t believe this.’

B: What happened?

S: I didn’t know that you have such beautiful hair.

B: Oh thanks Soham.

She took her hair to the front showing the full length. It is really long, beautiful, has great volume. I moved close to her and wanted to touch and feel it but I controlled my emotions for the time being.

Actually, I can touch and feel it even without her permission as I have my freedom. Then what’s stopping me? Come on Soham, do it! I was telling myself all this, boosting up my gut level.

I saw Bhabhi caressing her hair which I liked and later, she took a comb and began to comb her hair.

I couldn’t control any more. I wanted that hair at any cost. I snatched the comb from her saying, ‘This is not right Bhabhi. You shouldn’t do this when I am here.’

‘What do I do?’ asked a confused Bhabhi. I got up from the bed and pulled her hand taking her to the dressing table. I made her sit before the dressing table facing the mirror.

I was standing behind her with the comb and saw her nearly bare back which of course, tempted me. I took the hair from the front and spread it on the backside. Oh my, holding the whole amount of hair and spreading it across was too exciting for any fetish. I began combing her hair from top to bottom touching and feeling it. She smiled at my behaviour and let me comb her hair.

Since she was little short and I couldn’t bend properly, I knelt and did the combing which was for some naughty purposes and Bhabhi didn’t know all that.

I combed as well as touched the hair. I could also feel a bit of her body. Bhabhi is too hot that I am burning. I took a portion of hair so as to comb and without her knowledge, I kissed her hair. That was a peaceful feeling. I ran my face through the hair I could feel. I bit and licked it without her knowledge.

‘What are you doing Soham?’ Bhabhi asked as I got up and combed again. I took a large portion of the hair and lifted it upwards. She looked curious as if what I was going to do. If I had scissors with me, I would’ve definitely cut her hair which I have to do.

I showed two fingers folding the other three and placed it on the hair I was holding. I was cutting the hair with my fingers. She smiled at me saying. ‘What Soham? Do you want to cut my hair?’

Of course, I wanted to cut her hair. And apart from that, I also wanted to have fun with her because she is too hot to handle.

‘Sandhya?’ my mother’s voice was heard. I was still holding her hair when she stood up and said she had to go. She took the hair clip and left the room clipping her hair.

I was alone in the room thinking of what to do. I wanted to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. But how? My family is around and there’s no chance of getting her alone.

Since my exams are nearing, I tried to focus on my studies. Whenever I think of her hair, I’ll go to Bhabhi and enjoy her hair without other’s knowledge. It was only between me and her. I thought that I’ve gotten ten days’ holidays after the exams get over, within these ten days I’ll have to execute the plan.

Unfortunately, fate played a bad game on me. My brother was going for a business meeting in US for that ten days and he is also taking Bhabhi along. I was heartbroken! My exams will get over. I’ve ten days but those days are waste since Bhabhi isn’t there and my desire will never come true. Never ever!

The exams are over and I was returning back home with disappointment because no Bhabhi for ten days. My brother was leaving that very day itself. When I reached home, I realised that they have left for the US. I saw my parents getting ready to go somewhere.

My father said, ‘Soham, we are going to your mother’s place for a function. I am pretty sure that you aren’t interested in coming with us. We’ll come after four or five days.’

I said ok as they left and I was all alone. At least I can watch many haircut and shave videos and do whatever I want. Whenever my parents aren’t at place for a day or more, our neighbour would come and check on me. The lunch was ready on the table and I had it and was about to go to my room when the doorbell rang.

I knew it was the neighbour to check whether everything was fine. I went to check the door and I couldn’t believe what I saw the moment I opened the door… Bhabhi!

I was confused and at the same time happy. Bhabhi is there with me. She hasn’t gone anywhere. Her hair was in a long braid and she was in saree. She was carrying bags in her hands and walked inside as I closed the door. She was walking to her room as I followed her.

S: Bhabhi, but aren’t you supposed to go to the US with Bhaiyya?

B: Yes, but my visa didn’t get ready and so I couldn’t accompany him.

S: It’s okay Bhabhi. I am here for you.

B: Oh yes. (She went to her room)

Crackers exploded very badly in my head. The most desperate person has become the happiest person in the world. Bhabhi didn’t go. She is here with me. My parents aren’t here. It’s just me and her. What a timing! Four to five days, I am going to have fun. I’ve also decided that within these days, I have to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. I went to my room and started thinking about this.

I thought of buying a new pair of scissors and comb as it is my first haircutting experience. I went in the evening without telling her to buy scissors and comb and came back as early as possible so that Bhabhi wouldn’t know that I had gone out. I kept it in my room and thought of when to make use of the opportunity. I couldn’t wait any more.

In the evening, we had dinner together and I was constantly looking at her and her clipped hair. How will I have to wait to have her and her long hair? I became too impatient. I found Bhabhi’s face little dull because she was missing Bhaiyya and was sad because she couldn’t accompany him.

S: What’s the matter Bhabhi? Why are you sad?

B: It’s nothing Soham. I am fine.

S: I know you are missing Bhaiyya. It’s alright Bhabhi. I am here with you. I’ll keep you happy.

Bhabhi smiled at last and I was happy she did. After dinner, we watched TV. I was lying on Bhabhi’s lap as she caressed my hair while watching TV. I was looking up at her; I raised my hand (my hand accidently touching her breasts) and removed the clip from her hair. Down came the black waters. I could feel it with my face and enjoyed it without her realising it.

It was sleep time and I said ‘Good night’ to Bhabhi and went to my room. I could’ve spend the entire night with her but I couldn’t control as I badly want to cut her hair and have fun. I tried to sleep but it wasn’t that easy. Many thoughts are flashing up in my mind; Bhabhi, her hot figure, her long hair.

I got up from the bed and walked out towards Bhaiyya’s room. There’s no one else at home other than Bhabhi and me, no there’s no need to tip-toe walk. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed the door to check whether she was sleeping or not. The lights were on; Bhabhi was sitting on the bed facing me. I was startled and for a few moments couldn’t move at all. Her hair was open and she continued to stare at me.

S: Bhabhi aren’t you asleep?

B: I am not able to sleep. Please come here Soham.

I entered and closed the door and walked towards her. I sat beside her and smiled. She smiled back. I know she’s feeling lonely and I’ve to cheer her up and make her feel better. She got up and walked towards the dressing table, facing the mirror. She was setting her hair, swinging it back and was going to clip it. I know I have to do something. I got up and walked towards her and she is done with clipping her hair.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: Why are you upset?

B: I am not upset. I am fine.

She walked away from the dressing table and towards the bed. I walked towards her and she turned away. I made her face me, my hands on her face. She was little shorter than me but it was fine.

S: I told you Bhabhi it’s alright. I am here for you. You are mine, and only mine. I can’t see you sad like this. You belong to me.

B: But your Bhaiyya?

S: I don’t care. What matters me most is my Bhabhi. Every part of you is mine. Your smile, your hair.

I removed the clip and threw it away and down fell her hip-length hair. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her saree. She was little shocked but I didn’t care as I hugged her tightly.

My face could feel her hair as I kissed her neck and slid my hands in her hair and blouse. She too hugged me tight. We lost balance and we fell on the bed. I laid beside her looking at her. I placed my hand on her face and slid it around and my finger slowly reached her lips.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it I think. My finger down to her neck and to the end of her blouse. I ran my finger between her breasts a little. I then slid upwards to her face and then I brought face close to hers; kissing her neck and then her lips. That lip-lock was really passionate and beautiful. We kissed for some time and then she pushed me aside.  

I rolled on the bed and she was beside me, her hair touching my face. She lay her head on my chest and I caressed her long hair. I cut it with my fingers.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: I love your long hair Bhabhi.

B: It’s all yours.

She got up and sat straight bringing her hair to the front. I could see her half-naked back. I got up and sat beside her; her hair was in my side. I gathered all her hair in one hand and started kissing it. I kissed each and every portion of it as I couldn’t control my excitement. Bhabhi was even stunned at my behaviour.

I then got up and took the hair in the front from the top covering her face and began kissing from the nape till the tip of the hair. Feeling her hair was a beautiful feeling. I just buried my face into her hair and felt peace. After enjoying for a while, I pushed the hair aside a little to see my Bhabhi’s face. Little of her face was revealed including her lips. I kissed her hot lips again and she responded back. I tossed all her hair to the back, revealing her entire face. She got up and helped me remove my t-shirt. I hugged her tightly, feeling her body and vice-versa. My face could feel her hair. I slowly removed the string of her blouse and removed the blouse completely the moment we let go off each other, revealing her damn hot figure. She was in rose-coloured bra. Her saree wasn’t completely removed and so I pulled it completely.

I moved close to her and placed my hand on her long hair from the top and slowly slid it down feeling the length as well as her body. When it reached her hips, I started feeling the hips as she was aroused. I inserted both my hands beneath the skirt and panty feeling her ass.

After taking my hands off, I pulled the string and pulled her skirt down and she was in rose coloured bra and panty. Too hot to handle. I couldn’t bear it. But the long hair wasn’t suiting her sexy figure.

S: Are you ready?

B: For what?

S: For anything.

B: I am all yours.

I lifted her up in my arms, carried her around the room. I could feel her long hair and also her sexy body. I was thinking of how to get the haircut done. Whether to tie her up, or ask or whatever. I’ve decided that I’ll cut all her hair that very day.

I lay her sideways on the bed and walked towards the other side. She got up to check what it was. I took her saree which I removed and walked to the other side. She turned to me seductively asking, ‘What is it?’

I tore a portion of saree and said, ‘I want to tie you up.’

She extended her arms and said, ‘Go for it.’

I was surprised when she accepted it. She moved to the direction where her legs were almost touching the pillows and I tied both her hands to each end of the bed. I touched her hair and tossed it upwards. Too excited as I am going to cut it. I also want to shave it but I didn’t have clippers. Anyways, I am going to cut all her long hair.

I walked towards her direction as she was looking at me, her eyes ready for anything, her lips longing to be felt with mine, and her body eagerly waiting. Her hair is the one waiting a lot. I sat beside her and slid my hands on her sexy legs. I dipped my finger into her navel and then kissed it as she breathed in a different way, biting her lips and enjoying it.

I took all her hair in the front to check the length. Oh my! It’s so long and I couldn’t bear it.

S: Bhabhi, your hair is so long. I can’t bear it anymore. It has even crossed your panty.

B: Shut up and kiss me!

I moved closed to her and held her face looking at her sternly. Her eyes looked little scared. I pushed mine into her lips and the kissing was kind of bad one. We nearly bit the lips. I let go off it as she bit my lips. I looked at her angrily and said, ‘You will be punished.’

The hot Bhabhi replied, ‘Punish me badly. Show no mercy.’

I got up and walked behind her, my eyes catching sight of her bare back. I started feeling it and seized her by the hair which pained her and said, ‘Your hair is close to you, not behind you. Enjoy it.’

I walked out of the room to get scissors for cutting her long hair since she has asked me to punish her badly. I am going to do that.

I came after sometime, her back was facing me at the door and so she couldn’t see me. I hid the scissors and walked to her side facing her. We looked at each other for some time. Her long hair was in the front waiting to be cut by my scissors. I placed a hand on her face feeling her hair and slid down feeling its length.

When I reached the end, I lifted that little part and showed her saying, ‘Bhabhi, this is no more.’

She didn’t understand and thought I was joking. She asked, ‘What are you going to do?’

I took out the scissors and cut out the portion I was holding. It was a little portion and I dropped in her lap as her face looked shocked.

S: That wasn’t satisfying. Let me cut some more.

B: No!

I held a little more of her hair than before and started snipping it. She began shaking her legs making the cutting process difficult for me. I got up and walked behind her, taking the hair from the front.

B: (Nearly in tears) What are you doing Soham? Please don’t cut my hair. I love my hair.

S: Sorry Bhabhi, I’ve always loved your long hair and I really want to cut it. You’ve asked me to punish you and I am punishing you.

I took another portion and cut it as she burst into tears. The hair was slowly falling on the floor. I didn’t do proper cutting just take a portion and cut it. Oh my! I was really enjoying the cut. I thought of stopping since Bhabhi was crying but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t satisfied, I wanted to cut more. Lots of hair were falling on the floor.

B: Please Soham, stop it.

S: Almost done Bhabhi.

Her hip-length hair has reached her shoulders. But it wasn’t in proper shape. I cut it shorter giving her neck-length. I trimmed the ends and made a perfect shape.

At last, her haircut was done and I was satisfied, I looked at the pile of hair on the floor. It’s too much. I untied Bhabhi as she got off the bed hurriedly noticing the pile of hair. She placed her hands on her head realising that her hair is no more. She walked to see the mirror. She screamed in horror, and placed the hands on her head. No more long hair! Short boycut. She looked more hot.

She cried badly and then turned to me. I feared whether she would hit me or report to Bhaiyya on what I did. Even if she does that, I’ll tell Bhaiyya that Bhabhi has seduced me and forced herself on me and that would be the end of their marriage.

She walked towards me, her face looked red with tears. I remained silent waiting for what was going to happen. To my surprise, she spoke normally, ‘Why did you do this Soham? You know how much I loved my hair? If you wanted to cut my hair, I would’ve let you cut 1 or 2 inches once in a while. Why did you cut all my hair?’

I felt little guilty on cutting her hair. She is so innocent and kind-hearted and I shouldn’t have done that. But I couldn’t help it. No hair fetishers could help it.

I placed my hands on her face and wiped off her tears saying, ‘I am really sorry Bhabhi. I couldn’t help it. I tried to stop cutting your hair when you cried, but I couldn’t. When I see long hair, I feel like cutting all that. This is my first haircutting experience and so was excited.’

I know I am being too dramatic but those were just to make her feel better and convince with her new look. I was really tired and I wanted to sleep, but looking at Bhabhi, I wasn’t feeling good.

B: Soham, your Bhaiyya loved my long hair. He will be disappointed on seeing my short hair. Your mother will be mad on me as she sticks to traditions. How should I tell them?

S: There are 3-4 days left for us to decide. Forget all that.

I looked at my transformed Bhabhi, short-haired still in bra and panty. I walked towards her, placed my hands on her face and kissed her.

B: I am feeling much better now.

I was happy that everything got well. We walked to the bed and lay on it facing each other. I put on the blankets and looked at her sliding hands on her short hair.

S: You look more hot in short hair.

She smiled as the lights were off. The room was a complete mess, the torn clothes, the pile of hair and all that. But too tired for all that. We just had a sound sleep. I was happy that my desire has been fulfilled.

Classmate Haircut

I am Rohit and I am from Mangalore. I am a haircut fetish and dreamt of cutting woman’s hair but never got opportunity. When I was in school, I admire the hair of teachers as well as other girl students. There was a classmate who had hip-length hair which couldn’t control my feelings. I desired to cut those hair but it wasn’t that easy. But things changed when I was in Class 12. 
Her name is Shruthi and she is 17 years old so am I. She is the most beautiful girl in the class. The main attraction is her hair and the girl students love to touch and feel her hair. She is studious and scores first in class. She is very friendly with everyone. 
But we never talked despite being in the class. I am an average student and scores good in all subjects except for Economics which I used to constantly fail. 
My teacher advised that if I don’t pass in Economics, I won’t pass Class 12. I was worried as I had to pass. I am not able to grasp Economics no matter how hard I try. Model Exams are approaching and if I don’t pass, It will be difficult for getting admission in college. 
When I was thinking about this at home, my mother came and told me that she has found me a teacher for Economics and I was supposed to go the next day. 
The next day, my mother dropped me at the teacher’s house and I rang the bell. A lady of my mother’s age opened and welcomed me inside. 
I didn’t know who she was. Maybe my mother’s friend. She pointed me to a room and asked to wait there. I did as I was told and waited inside the room with my books. Some time later the one who entered inside surprised me. It is Shruthi. I got up looking at her and she too was surprised seeing me. Perhaps she is the teacher my mother’s friend has suggested.
S: Hi Rohit. What a surprise!
R: Hi Shruthi!
That was the first time we talk. I was happy that she was my teacher and I’ll get to see her hair. I couldn’t notice her hair all I know that her hair was in a pony. 
S: Don’t worry Rohit. This time you will score well in Economics. 
She was very friendly and I can’t even think of hurting her. Of course I am not going to hurt her. She took my books and placed on her study. I could see her long hair touching her hip. 
Oh my! I couldn’t control. I wanted that hair. She placed an extra chair at her study for me to sit. The class started and she was explaining the lessons nicely. We are sitting together at the study. 
Her hair was sliding on her back left side which gave me a chance to feel it. I secretly slid my arm up and down feeling the beauty. 
That day went well, and I went again the next day. The tuition extended for an hour. We also used to talk about each other. It was at that time, I saw that. After talking, Shruthi stood before the mirror and removed her hair band and I was stunned on seeing the hair which covered the back side. I was excited and wanted to grab it all. 
While setting her hair, she saw me looking at her hair and smiled. Without her knowledge, I secretly took photograph of her hair. I didn’t want her to put her hair in a pony and she didn’t. She sat on the chair with open hair. She was talking to me and I was staring at her hair. 
S: Why were you staring at my hair?
R: Well, actually I was seeing how beautiful it is. Never seen this much long hair. It’s really beautiful. 
S: Thanks, you didn’t notice my hair at school. 
R: Not really. We never talked in school. 
S: Now you’ve got to talk. 
She took her in the front and began caressing it. The hair was tempting me terribly. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to touch and feel it. But how to ask I wondered. 
S: What would you like to do with this hair if you get a chance?
I was surprised at the question but replied hesitating, ‘Touch, comb, feel.' 
S: I’ll give you that chance if you complete the problems which I give you correctly. 
Crackers exploded. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe what I heard. 
R: You are joking. 
S: I am not. Do these problems. 
She gave me some Economics problems to solve and I had to do it correctly for getting her hair. 
Within 10 minutes, I was done and it was accurate. Shruthi appreciated me and suddenly there was a knock on the door. She quickly put her hair in a pony and answered the door. It was her mother who brought snacks for us. 
She took it and locked the door. She placed the plate on the table and said, ’ You have the chance to feel my hair Rohit.’ She sat on the chair and started eating her snack. I was nervous as I stood behind her to enjoy her hair. 
I took the pony which was hanging from the chair and slowly removed it. Every touch was like a spark. Now her hair was open. I touched each and every part, then slid my hands from top to bottom feeling the length. But she didn’t pay attention to all this. She was enjoying her snack. 
I took a comb from her dressing table and started combing her beautiful hair. Oh my! I loved it. Every touch. I then cut it with my fingers wishing my fingers were a pair of scissors. I tried cutting but it won’t get cut. I was getting wild and so I knelt down, held as much portion of hair I can hold and kissed it passionately. I didn’t want to let go off it. I held it tightly and kissed it burying my face into it. 
I didn’t realise that Shruthi was watching my actions through the mirror. I opened my eyes and was taken aback on seeing Shruthi’s eyes fixed on my eyes from the mirror. 
I immediately let go off her hair, stood up and sat on the bed. Shruthi looked at me, her face showed no signs of reaction. I just glanced and turned away. She offered me snacks and I had it. 
S: Do you really love my hair?
R: It’s the first time I am seeing such a beautiful hair, got so excited. I am sorry. 
S: (Smiling) No Rohit , it’s okay. But I was surprised. So I asked. At times, you need to control your emotions. You wanna do it again? 
R: (Hesitating) If you insist… 
S: Naughty boy! Model exams are nearing. Economics is the first. Concentrate on that. If you don’t, you will score less. But if you score nice marks, I promise that I’ll gift you whatever you want. 
R: Are you really going to do that?
S: Don’t ask me car and all that. Whatever is possible, I’ll definitely give. 
R: Okay! 
So Shruthi has made a promise and you know what will I ask her, letting me cut her hair. For that, I have to score well in Model exams. I’ll do it. I went to her house for three more days for the tuition and she allowed me to only comb her hair. But still I was satisfied with the combing. 
Model Exams began and I did well in all subjects. I scored 75% in other subjects and in Economics, I scored 65%. 
I was happy that I had passed and was eager to show these marks to Shruthi and ask for her long hair. 
We net after the class and I showed her the marks. She looked happy and held out her hand saying, 'My fees.’
I took out a chocolate and gave it to her. She laughed and said 'Thanks’. And then I asked my gift. She asked what I wanted. 
R: Promise me that you’ll give me. 
S: I’ve promised you. If It is possible, I’ll definitely give you. Just tell me what you want. 
R: Okay then.  
I took a deep breath and looked around whether anyone was noticing. Gladly no one. Shruthi’s hair was in a plait which was in the front. I drew closer to her and took hold of her plait without others seeing  and said softly, 'Will you give me your long hair please?’
Shruthi was silent. Her face showed no sign of reaction. She asked what, but not shockingly. 
I let go off the plait and said clearly not for others to hear, 'Can I cut your hair?' 
She remained silent and didn’t know what to say. 
'I want your long hair as my gift,’ I said and left the spot immediately. I was wondering what would be her reply. I wish it to be an yes and I also fear whether she will complain to her mother about this. Many thoughts were running in my mind. 
On Sunday evening, my mother took me to Shruthi’s home to visit her friend. There I saw Shruthi who smiled and her face showed no reaction about wht I had asked that day. Four of us had tea and snacks and Shruthi invited me to her room because she didn’t want to be part of the mothers conversation. 
We reached the room and she locked the room. I sat on the bed and she after locking, removed her hair band making me feel aroused and sat beside me. I just looked at her and suddenly she asked, ’ Don’t you want to feel my hair? Go ahead.' 
I took her hair from the back and put it in the front to my side. It was really beautiful when holding a whole of it. I started caressing it and she smiled on seeing my love for her hair. 
S: Are you really serious about cutting my hair? 
R: Yes I am. 
I stopped caressing and started cutting hair with fingers.
She took her hair from me and placed to the other side in the front. 
R: Shruthi, you promised me. Never promise something that you could never do ot give. Because a promise is the greatest truth. 
She remained silent and got up from the bed thinking. I just admired her long hair. She then came and sat beside me. 
S: Okay Rohit, I’ll not break my promise. You can cut my hair. 
Crackers exploded on hearing 'cut my hair’. I wanted to jump with happiness and I got up about to shout out with joy. 
R: You are joking. 
S: I am serious. 
I was so happy that I knelt before her holding her hand and said, 'Thank you Shruthi. Thank you very much. 
She smiled and said, 'Rohit, I am little nervous about my haircut. I don’t know how will I look after the cut. 
I convinced her saying, 'You will rock.’ She then said, ’ You can cut my hair after the final exams. It is during the holidays. I don’t want to be in school with new look. Can you wait till the exams get over? After the exams get over, surely HAIRCUT.’
I agreed to her consent and for getting present pleasure, she let me comb her hair and enjoy it. 
I was happy that Shruthi agreed for her haircut. I dreamt about how to get her hair cut. I also desire to shave it. But shave won’t happen. 
On the last day of the exam, we classmates wished each other good luck and signed on their uniforms; boys on boys and girls on girls. I approached Shruthi who signed on my shirt and she let me sign on her sleeve. She put her pony in the front for me to see it. 
R: Do you remember? Haircut?
S: I do remember Rohit. I’ll tell you when it’s time. First need to take my mother’s permission for cutting my hair. 
I agreed as she let me touch my hair secretly. We wished each other and left. I was happy that the school is over and I can watch as much haircut videos as I can. I also checked as to what kind of haircut I should give Shruthi. 
When I was thinking about this, I got a call from Shruthi. 
S: Rohit! I got permission for cutting my hair. Will you give me a nice haircut? 
R: Of course I will. Did you tell your mother that I am going to cut your hair? 
S: No! How can I? I told that I will go to salon for haircut. 
R: When’s the big day?
S: After two days, my mother will go to a relative’s house. You come to my home after two days. 
R: Okay done. Enjoy your hair for two more days. Take good care of it because after two days, you are gonna lose it. 
S: Okay! 
I was super excited. Only two more days but I can’t wait anymore. I bought a new pair of scissors and comb because it was my first haircutting experience. 
The big day arrived; I got ready, took the new scissors and comb and left home in the morning. I reached Shruthi’s home ten minutes after her mother had gone. I rang the bell as she opened the door and looked at me with a fake smile. Her hair was tightly clipped
I knew she was a bit tensed. She welcomed me inside and took me to her room. She said, 'You can fulfil your wish. Let me comb my hair for one last time.' 
She stood before the mirror and raised her hand to remove the clip. I just pulled the clip before her hand could feel it and down rolled her beautiful hair. She looked at me and I realised that she became annoyed at my behaviour. 
'I was so excited so couldn’t control it. Sorry,’ I said and kept the clip on the table. Shruthi took a comb and started combing her hair. I could hear the teeth of the comb moving through her hair which was driving me crazy. I stood behind her watching her long hair. I gave a flying kiss to that hair without her knowledge as my lips were badly longing for that hair. 
She took her hair in the front t and started combing again. I could see her hair in the front which covered half of her body through the mirror which I enjoyed watching. She then turned to me saying, 'I am ready Rohit. Waiting for the change.' 
She smiled at least a little. I made her sit on the stool without facing the mirror so that she do not get upset on seeing her hair cut. I took the bunch of hair from the front and spread it on her backside. 
Every touch of her hair was a memorable one. I took my new comb and started combing from the top to the bottom. I loved the sound of the moving comb. I then combed with my fingers feeling it’s beauty. I took the entire portion of her hair and kissed it passionately without her knowledge burying my face into it. 
I then let go off it and combed it again. I realised that it was time. I didn’t want to ask her anything or see how was she feeling. I took out…SCISSORS! I missed my scissors and then held it above the waist level. I slowly snipped the hair from left to right and the hair started falling. I loved the hair that fell. 
Now her hair was upto her mid back. I was happy with the cut and of course I wanted to cut more. I held the scissors at the shoulder and ran from left to right as the hair fell again. 
I saw a pile of hair on the floor and I wanted to kiss it. I then looked at her hair which was upto her shoulders. I wanted it little more short. I held the scissors above her left ear and ran the scissors downwards at the back making it pointed at the left side. I moved to her right and did the same moving the scissors from above the right ear till the back. I checked the backside of her hair and it was short. I rubbed the backside of the head. I pushed the top hair to her front and I heard her crying. 
I moved to her front and saw her eyes are covered with the front hair and couldn’t see her crying. For the final touch, I held the scissors at the eye brow level and ran the scissors from left to right. Her crying eyes were revealed and the cut hair fell on her lap resulted in nice bangs. 
The HAIRCUT was done and Shruthi was crying badly. I tried to console her and took her to the mirror to show the new look. When she saw her new self on the mirror, she stopped crying. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled a bit. 
S: It’s easy to manage. I look more sexy. 
I smiled and combed her hair for final touch up. She smiled at me and gave me a hug, a tight one. 
S: Thank you Rohit. I feel really good. Thank you for the change. 
R: Thank you Shruthi for letting me cut your hair. That was a wonderful experience. 
We chatted for sometime and I left in an hour taking all the cut hair with me. I kept it safely in my hair and I used to enjoy it when no one’s home. 
I came to know that Shruthi’s mother scolded for cutting her hair very short. But she got to convince her that it was a good one. Her friends and neighbours loved her new look. All thanks to me which she will never reveal. Thank you Shruthi!