Two girls shaved my head bald - Headshave 2024

Priya's Barbershop. It's a clean, modern space with the usual barber chairs, mirrors, and the faint scent of hair products. Seema and Ron entered Priya's Barbershop. Ron is running a hand through his moderately long, styled hair. Seema: (Brightly) See, Ron? I told you Priya’s the best. She can fix anyone’s hair. Ron: (Looking around) It’s nice, I guess. A bit… quieter than the place I usually go. Seema: That’s because Priya focuses on quality, not just quick cuts. Besides, fewer chatty barbers mean fewer chances of them butchering your style. Ron: True enough. So, what exactly am I getting done here? You were a bit vague. Seema: Just a trim! You’ve been complaining about it being a bit unruly lately. And Priya’s got an eye for what suits people. Trust me. Ron: (Slightly hesitant) Okay, just a trim. Nothing drastic. I like the length, it just needs tidying up. (Priya emerges from the back, wiping her hands on a towel. She’s in her late 20s, with a confident and efficient air.) Priya: Seema! Good to see you. And this must be the lucky gentleman whose hair is about to be transformed. Seema: Priya, this is Ron. Ron, this is Priya, the hair wizard. Ron: (Extending a hand) Nice to meet you, Priya. Priya: (Shaking his hand firmly) Pleasure’s all mine, Ron. So, Seema tells me you’re looking for a bit of a refresh? Have a seat. (Ron sits in the barber chair. Priya drapes a fresh cape around him.) Priya: Alright, let’s have a look. (She examines Ron’s hair, running her fingers through it) A good length and has a nice texture. What were you thinking of exactly? Ron: Just a trim, really. Keep the length on top, maybe neaten up the sides and back. Nothing too short. Seema: (Leaning against a counter, casually) Just something that makes him look a bit… sharper, you know? More… sophisticated. Ron: (Looking at Seema, a slight frown) I think I look sophisticated enough. Priya: (Chuckles lightly) We can always enhance what’s already there, Ron. So, maintaining the length on top… Got it. And you prefer the sides and back kept moderately short, but not shaved? Ron: Exactly. No clippers on the sides, if possible. Just scissors. Priya: Understood. We can definitely do that. (She walks to her station, gathering her tools.) Seema: (To Ron, whispering) Relax, you’re in good hands. Ron: (Still a bit unsure) I hope so. My hair takes ages to grow. (Priya returns with a spray bottle and a comb. She begins to dampen Ron’s hair.) Priya: So, while I’m getting started, Seema was telling me about that hiking trip you guys went on. Sounds adventurous. Ron: (Relaxing a little) Yeah, it was amazing except for the part where I got completely lost. (Seema and Priya exchange a quick, almost imperceptible glance. Seema subtly nods.) Priya: (Combing through Ron’s hair) Oh, those little detours can be… memorable. So, about the sides… Just a trim, right? Ron: Yep, just a trim. (Priya picks up her scissors and begins to make careful snips. Ron seems to be easing into the experience.) Seema: (To Priya) You know, Priya, Ron’s got a really nice head shape. Very… aerodynamic. Ron: (Confused) Aerodynamic? What’s that got to do with anything? Seema: Just saying! Some people’s heads are just… perfectly formed. Priya: (Smiling, continuing to cut) She has a point, Ron. A good head shape makes any style look good. (Priya continues to trim, the snip of the scissors filling the quiet space. Seema is watching intently, a barely concealed smirk playing on her lips.) Ron: (Closing his eyes slightly) Feels good to get a trim. Been putting it off for too long. Priya: We all do sometimes. Alright, just finishing up the sides here… (Priya moves to the back of Ron’s head. Her movements become slightly different, more deliberate. She picks up a small bottle of shaving cream and a brush.) Ron: (Without opening his eyes) Almost done? Priya: Just a little something extra for the neckline. Makes it look cleaner. Ron: Oh, okay. Sounds good. (Priya lathers up the back of Ron’s neck. Then, she reaches for her straight razor. It glints sharp and cold under the fluorescent lights.) (Seema’s eyes widen slightly, a thrill of anticipation running through her. She takes a small step closer.) Priya: (Her voice calm and professional) Just hold still for a moment, Ron. (Ron doesn’t suspect a thing. He’s still relaxed, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being pampered.) Priya takes a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the back of Ron’s head. In a swift, decisive motion, she brings the straight razor down, not to the neckline, but to the very top of Ron’s head, slicing through his hair.) Ron: (His eyes snapping open, a jolt of shock going through him) Wait, what the—?! (The razor travels in a smooth, unwavering stroke, leaving a clean, bald path down the center of his scalp. The sound is a soft, almost sickening scrape.) Ron: (Bolting upright in the chair, his hands flying to his head) What are you doing?! What was that?! (He feels the smooth, bare skin beneath his fingers. His eyes widen in disbelief, then horror.) Ron: My hair! What did you do to my hair?! Priya: (Her expression remains calm, almost serene, though a flicker of amusement dances in her eyes) Just getting that excess weight off, Ron. Ron: (Stuttering, panic rising in his voice) Excess weight?! You… you just shaved a strip down the middle of my head! Seema: (Trying to suppress a giggle, but failing miserably. A snort escapes her.) Oh my god. Ron: (Turning to Seema, betrayal evident in his voice) Seema, what is going on?! You said trim! Seema: (Bursting into laughter, clutching her stomach) I… I did! A very… thorough trim! Ron: (His hand keeps going to the shaved patch, feeling the smoothness in stark contrast to the hair around it) This isn’t a trim! This is… this is… Priya: (Stepping back, admiring her handiwork) A clean slate. Think of it as a fresh start. Ron: A fresh start?! I didn’t want a fresh start! I liked my hair! (Priya picks up the straight razor again, her movements deliberate and precise. She begins to shave the rest of Ron’s head, working quickly and efficiently.) Ron: (Trying to grab her hand, but she’s too quick) Stop it! Stop it right now! Are you insane?! Priya: (Ignoring his protests, her focus entirely on the task at hand) Trust the process, Ron. Seema: (Wiping tears from her eyes, still laughing) Oh, Ron, you should see your face! Ron: (Staring at himself in the mirror, his face a mask of shock and dawning anger) You tricked me. You both tricked me! Priya: (Finishing the shave, wiping Ron’s head with a warm towel) All done. What do you think? (Ron stares at his reflection. His entire head is completely bald, smooth and shiny under the lights. He looks like a completely different person.) Ron: (His voice low and incredulous) This… this is… bald. I’m completely bald. Seema: (Walking over, her laughter subsiding slightly, but still a mischievous glint in her eyes) Smooth, right? Like a baby’s bottom. (She reaches out and tentatively touches the top of his head. Ron flinches.) Ron: Don’t touch me. Priya: (Also reaching out, rubbing his head) Feels nice, doesn’t it? Very aerodynamic, just like Seema said. Ron: (Jerking away from their touch) I hate it! I absolutely hate it! Why would you do this?! Seema: (Her laughter bubbled up again) It was a prank, Ron! Just a bit of fun! Ron: Fun?! This isn’t fun! This is humiliating! I look ridiculous! Priya: Nonsense, you have a great head shape. You pull it off surprisingly well. Ron: Pull it off?! I didn’t want to pull it off! I wanted to keep it in my head! Seema: (Circling him, still amused) Come on, don’t be such a baby. It’ll grow back. Ron: Grow back?! It took years to get it to this length! Priya: Think of the time you’ll save on shampoo. Ron: I don’t care about saving time on shampoo! I care about having hair! (Seema and Priya exchange a look, a shared understanding of their successful, albeit cruel, prank. They both reach out again and start rubbing Ron’s smooth, shaved head.) Seema: Look at it, it's so smooth! Priya: Like polished marble. (They both start giggling, their laughter echoing in the barbershop. Ron stares at them, his anger and humiliation a bitter cocktail. He runs his hand over his bare scalp, the absence of hair a shocking reality.) Ron: You two are unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. (Seema and Priya continue to rub his head, their laughter growing louder, completely unapologetic. Ron sits there, defeated and bald, the victim of a carefully orchestrated prank. The only sound is their amusement and the faint, chilling whisper of the straight razor having done its work.)