Bald For Days

In my constant search for a way to make my head as smooth as possible for as long as possible without it being permanent (maybe some day...), I read a forum where someone mentioned a product called Magic Smooth. This is a depilatory cream marketed to black men who want to be bald but don't want to shave. I tracked down and ordered a tube but have not been bald since I got it, so there haven't been any opportunities to try it out. Until now.

I did a patch test on my arm, and then on my leg to see how it would do on coarser hair. It did a pretty good job, and it didn't turn my skin green or anything. Tonight was the real test. I left it on for the maximum allowed time, and I can barely tell any difference. There are some areas where it definitely feels like there is less hair, but the goal was for there to be no hair. It also irritated my scalp quite a bit, so I will not be able to shave until at least tomorrow without making it worse. The plus side is that it didn't leave me looking patchy.

Bald and Bewitching

Have I mentioned how much I love being bald?

The icing on the smooth, shiny cake is that I look fan-fucking-tastic with no hair. For a long time I didn't want to pursue the fantasy because I thought a shaved head wouldn't suit me. Now that I've done it, I don't think I look as good with hair. All day today I kept staring at any reflective surface that offered a glimpse of my gleaming scalp and I marveled at how amazing it looked.

Being bald has seriously boosted my level of self-security and I don't know why I didn't do it sooner.

Bald, Bald, Bald

Every time I have hair and the boyfriend shaves it all off I feel a little apprehensive. Even though I really want it to be gone and to be as bald as the day is long, it has taken time to get to its current length and shaving my head means I'll have to start over if I want to let it grow. This time was no different. And, as is always the case in this situation, my hair has been clipped off and thrown away, my scalp is smooth, and I love it and wonder why I was ever sorry to see it go.

When I asked the boyfriend to make a deal the other day he was reluctant to give me an answer. He loves my shaved head, but he feels the same sense of loss when my hair is taken away, so his answer was never more definitive than, "We'll see." Tonight I was shopping for HeadBlade cartridges at Walgreen's (I'm going to keep shaving my head as long as I can get away with it) and when I picked up a package and commented that they were on sale, he whispered in my ear as he reached past me for a second package saying, "We'd better get more; I plan on keeping you shaved for a while."

Bald Bargaining

In the throes of self-induced passion I told the boyfriend last night that I wanted him to wake me up when he got home from work (4:00 A.M.) and shave my head. I said that I would let my hair grow as long as he likes if he lets me keep it shaved for the rest of the summer (yeah, I know I said I don't like being bald when it's hot, but I really wanted it gone.)

When he got home I didn't wake up entirely, but I remember hearing him tell the cat that I had too much hair. She must have gotten curious when he was laying out his tools. I woke up later in the morning when he came in the room for something or other, and when he saw that I was awake he laid down with me and tugged on the little bit of hair he could grab hold of, whispering that it was time for my hair to come off.

My heart started racing as I sat up and saw the clippers and the HeadBlade off to one side, with hot water and shaving cream on the other side of the bed. The last time I requested that he shave me, all I got was the un-guarded clippers, but I could see that he was going to go all the way this time. He had laid a sheet on the floor so that there would be less mess, and in short order I was covered with my 1/4 inch hair. An hour and three shots with the blade later I was completely bald, head to toe (well, I still have eyebrows and eyelashes).

He's not sure about the idea of me keeping my head shaved for the next three months so I've already shaved my head smooth again even though I was only shorn twelve hours ago. I'm going to be as bald as I can be until my time is up, and maybe if I'm bald enough to keep him happy, he'll keep his slut around for a bit.

Bald Birthday

My birthday is next month and boyfriend keeps asking me what I want to do for my birthday. I really want him to shave my head, but I don't like being bald in the summer (there's nothing to keep sweat from running onto your face), and I'm actually kind of liking the idea of letting my hair grow. Only part of that is the thought of how awesome it will be to get rid of it when it does get longer. A lot of it is the memory of how my hair looked and felt when it was longer.

I feel like I'm betraying myself. I feel like I'm making my desire to be bald forever into a farce.