It was too late in any event. Paula had nearly worked her way all around my head, shaving off all of the hair below the line that she had created. 'Shaving' now there's a word that I had never thought I would use in connection with my own head. Rob's maybe. I had occasionally pondered how he would look if he went a little further when he had his hair cut and went the whole hog rather than just his usual number two, but I had never imagined that I would experience the clippers like this.
The clippers fell silent again. It was strange, but the sound of the clippers was not an unpleasant sound. The feeling of the clippers was actively pleasant. It was only the result of their use that was so disturbing to me at that moment.
Paula undid the clips holding up what was left of my hair and I breathed a sigh of relief as the tresses fell eagerly down to cover up the clipper work. She began combing my hair and teasing it so that it lay the way that she wanted. She stole a glance at me in the mirror, but then turned her attention back to her work. It looked alright, I had to admit to myself, despite what she had just done. There was no need for most people to know what was going on underneath my hair and if I was prepared to let them get close enough to me to discover my new secret, then I probably would not object to them knowing.