Headshave Flirt

My name is Seema. It's been a month since my boyfriend Raj broke up with me. We were together for five amazing years. I thought he was the one. But then he left me, out of the blue, for someone else. It shattered my world. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. All I could do was cry and scream at the unfairness of it all. Thirty days had passed but the pain felt fresh as ever. My long dark hair had once been my pride, my crowning glory. But now it just felt like a burden, a reminder of Raj. A part of me, of us. So I finally made the drastic decision. I was going to shave my head. Completely bald. Smooth as a baby's bottom. I wanted to rid myself of the past, to become someone new. Someone Raj would never recognize. I walked into the barber shop with trembling hands. It was empty, a blessing. I approached the counter and told the barber, a pretty woman with kind eyes and short spiky hair, "I want you to shave my head. Razor to the scalp. No stubble." She looked up at me, concerned. "Are you sure? It'll take time to regrow." "I'm positive," I replied, voice shaking but determined. "I want a change." She nodded slowly. "Okay. Please have a seat." The barber's name was Riya, she told me as she began. I watched in the mirror, emotions swirling, as she sectioned my hair into clips. Then she picked up the razor. I squeezed my eyes shut. The first swipe was the weirdest sensation, like a kiss of cold metal against my scalp. It felt alien yet exhilarating. Riya worked in silence, her dexterous hands gliding along my head. With each pass, I felt lighter, freer. When she finished, I opened my eyes. I barely recognized the woman in the mirror. My dark locks were gone. In their place was a canvas of smooth, hairless skin. I turned my head from side to side, marveling at this new me. Tears pricked my eyes. "It's...I love it," I whispered. Riya smiled, looking pleased. "You're beautiful, bald suits you." Her brown eyes sparkled as they met mine. I paid, a giddy energy filling me. But I lingered. Riya and I chatted about hair, life, everything. A connection bloomed between us, natural and easy. I found myself laughing, really laughing, for the first time in weeks. "Thank you," I said softly as I prepared to leave. "You have no idea how much this means to me." Riya looked at me, her gaze tender. "You're welcome, Seema. I'm so glad I could help." Then slowly, she raised a hand to my bare head. I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. She rubbed her palm over my smooth scalp and I shivered at the sensation. "Your head feels amazing," Riya murmured. She bit her lip, looking at me through her lashes. "I wasn't expecting it but...I think I really like you, Seema. The real you." My heart pounded. "I...I like you too," I admitted shyly. "So much." Riya leaned in then. Our lips met, soft and sweet. I cupped her face, kissing her deeper, pouring my emotion into it. My fingers found her hair, delighting in the short spiky strands. Riya groaned and kissed me harder. Her hand slid down to grip my smooth head, massaging my scalp and sending tingles through me. We kissed until we were breathless, until I was dizzy with want. I pulled back, panting. "I want to see you again," I breathed. "Please say yes." Riya smiled, stroking my head. "Yes. God yes." We traded numbers and I floated out of the shop on a cloud of happiness. My heart felt full to bursting. I didn't know what would happen between Riya and me. But for the first time in a long time, I was excited for the future. Because I had found myself. A new self. And I had found her.