Me and my boyfriend sit on our bed. "Can I braid your hair?" says my boyfriend. I nod and let him do so because he's a hairdresser.
He grabs a comb, a brush, and two hair-ties. He brushes through my lilac purple hair, then takes the comb. He parts my hair into two. He lets go of one of the sections and turns the other one into three sections.
He starts to braid my hair, and puts the tie on his wrist. He finishes and ties it.
He parts the other side and braids it. He ties it up and walks back in-front of me.
"Your hair is quite damaged. I could give you a haircut!" He says. "Umm, I like my long hair though.." I say. "Or are you just a chicken?" "No! Fine then. And to show I'm not a chicken, you can do more than a trim." I say.
He runs out of the room to grab his haircutting scissors. He comes back with the scissors and his bag of stuff. Im kinda freaking out because he's extreme and likes shoe hair on me. I know that because one time we used a filter that changes your hair length.
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forced haircuts
Randomthese stories are for ppl with hair cutting and or shaving fetishes. thanks for reading!
