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Copyright 1999 by Wanda Cunningham. Please do not archive except on
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Hair Salon Muse
by Wanda
I'm not sure why I went into the hair salon that day but it became a turning
point in my life.
The sign said, Hair Cuts, Men $6 - Women $8 - Children $5.
That seemed like a good deal so I went in and waited for an open chair.
The magazines were an odd mix, Seventeen and Field and Stream, Modern
Woman and GQ.
The hair stylist who called me to her chair was named Bonnie.
I said that's a pretty name, she said, that's what it means, Pretty.
You've got lovely hair, she said and I blushed, no one ever told me that
before.
She looked me over and said how do you want it cut?
I said, just trim it up and shape it in the back, I like it left full.
She said do you want me to cut it longer?
Longer, I said, thinking I was joking, how can you cut it longer than it is?
She smiled and said, I think you would look so nice with long hair, I'd be
willing to try.
Go ahead then, I laughed and her scissors flashed like magic in my eyes.
She went to work smiling and trimmed o! so carefully and o! so gently.
She talked to me as she worked about how lonely she sometimes felt.
And how nice it was for someone to take care of you, like cutting your hair.
Her voice was like shampoo, soft and clean, and her touch was just a brush
of air and thought.
Snip, and snip and snip went her scissors and her fingers flew at her work.
And I wondered if I would make cream in my pants because it was so
sensual.
When she finished, my hair looked wonderful, sculpted and so sharp and
stylish.
Though I wondered, did it look longer than it had before?
I gave her ten dollars, I'd never tipped so much for a haircut but it was more
than a haircut.
There was her smile and it was worth it just to hear her voice saying come
back soon.
After that I went in every week for a haircut and I asked for Bonnie and
waited for her chair.
I thought each time that I might be in love with her touch and her caring for
me.
Bonnie cut my hair like she was making love to me, softly and sweetly,
magically.
Each time she cut my hair it grew longer in her hands and softer and
smoother.
And so did I, for when I left the salon each time I noticed a change in
myself.
At first I thought I just imagined these things, softer skin and a feeling of
being happy all the time.
But I began to lose weight, my waist shrank and my shirts did not fit my
narrower shoulders.
My pants were tight in the seat and the thighs, but loose every where else.
My voice changed and I found it difficult to speak in a forceful masculine
manner.
By this time my hair had reached my shoulders and it was much lighter in
color.
I asked Bonnie to shave me one day at the salon and I've never had to shave
my face again.
I felt younger and happier than I had ever been, I quit my job in the rat race
and took another job.
Now I'm a shop clerk in the mall with the Hair Salon.
I told Bonnie I need to buy new clothes because none of mine fit.
She said we're going to have to start charging you eight dollars, dear.
(the end)
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