Riyan had always been fascinated by barbershops.
Not just haircuts — the entire experience.
The hum of clippers, the scent of shaving foam, the scrape of a straight razor, the piles of fallen hair on the floor, the sight of someone leaving with a completely transformed look. Every visit awakened the same secret thought inside him:
What would it feel like to lose it all and walk out completely bald?
But every time courage came close, fear stood in the way.
Friends would laugh. Family would ask endless questions. Colleagues would stare. So instead of a bold headshave, he always settled for an ordinary trim. Still, the obsession never disappeared.
Riyan never visited the same barbershop twice. He loved discovering hidden places tucked into narrow streets or above old markets. Sometimes he spent hours sitting quietly outside a shop just watching people go in with thick hair and come out with fresh buzz cuts or smooth baldheads shining under ceiling lights.
The most unforgettable moments were when someone chose a complete head shave.
The barber would wrap the cape tightly, spray water over the hair, buzz everything short with clippers, then cover the scalp in thick white foam before gliding the straight razor slowly across the head. Riyan could never stop staring at the transformation.
And every single time, he imagined himself in that chair.
Summer of 2015 arrived heavy with heat and restless thoughts.
One evening, Riyan left work early. He visited a friend, spent a few relaxed hours talking, then stopped by a small bar nearby. A couple glasses of scotch loosened his nerves and filled his head with unusual confidence.
Late at night, while driving home through dimly lit streets, he suddenly remembered his overdue haircut.
Normally, he avoided barbershops after drinking. But that night felt different.
Instead of heading home, he turned down unfamiliar roads searching for a new place. One by one, shops were closing their shutters. Streets became emptier. Pale yellow streetlights reflected off the pavement.
Then he saw it.
A tiny old-fashioned barbershop on the first floor of a roadside building.
The glowing sign flickered weakly. Inside, one barber was finishing a customer’s shave.
Riyan parked immediately.
The moment he entered, the familiar smell of talcum powder, shaving cream, and hair oil surrounded him. A fan creaked slowly overhead. Hair clippings covered the tiled floor.
The barber looked up.
He was short, calm, and serious, with curly dark hair and sleeves rolled to his elbows.
“Sit,” he said quietly.
Riyan lowered himself into the chair. The barber wrapped a black cape tightly around him, fastening it firmly at the neck.
“How are we cutting it?” the barber asked.
Riyan stared at himself in the mirror for several long seconds.
Then the words escaped before he could stop them.
“Give me a complete head shave,” he said. “Straight razor. Completely bald.”
Usually, barbers reacted with surprise.
This one didn’t.
Without hesitation, he turned and began preparing the razor.
Riyan’s heartbeat quickened instantly.
The barber sprayed water heavily across his hair, soaking it completely before massaging his scalp with firm fingers. Warm water trickled down his neck.
This was normally the moment Riyan backed out.
But not tonight.
The barber combed a straight line through the center of his hair, exposing a narrow strip of scalp. Then came the sound Riyan knew so well:
Click.
The straight razor opened.
The barber placed it gently against the middle of Riyan’s forehead.
For one frozen second, everything stopped.
Then came the first stroke.
Scrrrape.
A thick strip of dark hair slid down the cape and landed on the floor.
Riyan’s eyes widened.
There it was.
Bare scalp.
The reality of becoming bald hit him instantly.
“Wait,” he blurted suddenly. “I changed my mind.”
The barber paused and stared at him through the mirror.
“You already asked for a headshave,” he said calmly. “Now you want to leave with a bald patch?”
Riyan looked at the reflection.
A clean shaved path now cut directly through the center of his hair from forehead to crown. There was no hiding it.
Goosebumps spread across his arms.
The barber sighed and dried his wet hair carefully, leaving the strange shaved stripe visible between the longer hair.
When Riyan stood and walked toward the exit, the barber spoke again.
“Honestly,” he said, “a full bald shave would look much better now.”
Outside in the car, Riyan stared at himself endlessly in the side mirror.
The shaved strip gleamed under the streetlight.
He rubbed the exposed scalp slowly with trembling fingers.
It felt strange.
Cold.
Smooth.
Real.
He took several photos on his phone, unable to stop looking at the bald patch. The longer he stared, the more one thought returned:
Finish it.
Inside the shop, the barber had already started closing for the night.
Riyan took a deep breath and walked back upstairs.
The barber looked up silently.
“I’m sorry,” Riyan said. “Please… shave it all. Make me completely bald.”
For the first time that night, the barber smiled faintly.
He motioned toward the chair.
This time there was no hesitation.
The cape tightened around Riyan’s neck once more. The barber picked up heavy electric clippers fitted with a guard and pushed them straight through the front of his hair.
Buzzzzz.
Huge clumps fell instantly.
The barber worked methodically from front to back, reducing every inch to rough short stubble. Thick hair slid over the cape, onto Riyan’s lap, then to the floor below.
Within minutes, years of carefully maintained hair were gone.
Riyan barely recognized himself with the harsh buzz cut.
But the real headshaving was only beginning.
The barber squeezed cool shaving gel directly onto the stubble and spread it across the scalp with a brush, building a thick white lather that covered his entire head.
Then came the straight razor again.
The barber stretched the skin gently and began shaving from the center of the scalp backward in slow, careful strokes.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
Each pass removed the remaining stubble completely, revealing smooth pale skin underneath. The barber rinsed the razor repeatedly before continuing across the sides and back of the head.
Riyan watched silently as more and more of his reflection transformed into a shining baldhead.
The feeling was impossible to describe.
Fear mixed with excitement.
Nervousness mixed with relief.
The barber finally shaved the front hairline last, erasing the final traces of his old hairstyle forever.
Then he covered the scalp with lather again.
“Second pass,” the barber said.
The razor moved once more across the bald scalp, polishing every inch until it felt perfectly smooth. Not even rough stubble remained.
When the barber finally wiped his head clean with a warm towel, Riyan stared at the mirror in shock.
He was completely bald.
The barber rubbed aftershave lotion across the fresh head shave, sending a cool wave across his scalp.
Riyan slowly lifted his hand and touched his baldhead for the first time.
Smooth as glass.
He couldn’t stop rubbing it.
The barber laughed quietly. “Feels different, doesn’t it?”
Riyan nodded silently.
On impulse, he asked the barber to shave his beard and mustache too. The barber quickly lathered his face and cleaned everything away with the straight razor until his appearance looked even sharper and cleaner.
When he finally stepped outside into the cool night air, the breeze hit his freshly shaved head instantly.
Riyan paused beside his car, rubbing his smooth bald scalp again and again beneath the streetlights.
For years he had imagined the feeling of a real headshave.
Now, at last, he knew exactly what it felt like to walk into the night completely bald.
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