Hair Adventures of Priya – Part 4
Hair Adventures of Priya – Part 4
More Hair Adventures
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A New Obsession
Priya had always seen haircuts as something forced upon her. Something she had to endure.
But now?
Now, she craved them.
It had started with that first self-cut in the bathroom. Then, the barbershop boycut had been a revelation. The sensation of clippers, the thrill of watching her hair fall, the newfound confidence she felt afterward—it was addictive.
And now, she wanted more.
Shorter. Bolder. Freer.
The thought buzzed in her mind every time she passed a barbershop, every time she saw a sharp pixie cut or a daring undercut.
She had tasted freedom.
And she wasn’t going back.
The Next Step: An Undercut
It had been a month since her barbershop boycut, and the hair at the back and sides had started growing out. It was still short, but not short enough.
She found herself constantly running her fingers through the stubble at her nape, missing the crisp feel of freshly clipped hair.
One evening, while scrolling through Instagram, she stumbled upon a video—
A girl getting an undercut.
The clippers shaved a clean path up the back of her head, revealing a perfect, smooth undercut beneath her longer top hair.
Priya's heart raced.
She had to try it.
Back to the Barbershop
The next morning, she didn’t hesitate. She walked straight to the same barbershop, confidence in her stride.
The barber recognized her immediately and smirked. "Back so soon?"
Priya grinned. "Yeah. I want an undercut this time."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really short?"
She nodded. "Take it all the way down."
He gestured for her to sit. The familiar leather chair welcomed her, the cape was fastened, and she heard the unmistakable click of the clippers being switched on.
"Bend your head forward," the barber instructed.
She obeyed, her heart pounding in anticipation.
The clippers touched her nape—
Bzzzzzzzz…
A clean, smooth pass up the back of her head.
She shivered.
More hair tumbled down. The barber expertly worked his way up, revealing the undercut layer by layer. The cool air kissed her newly exposed skin, sending a rush of excitement through her.
When he was done, she looked in the mirror.
The back of her head was bare.
Smooth. Freshly shaved.
She ran her fingers over it, grinning.
"Perfect."
Taking It Further: A Buzzcut
The undercut was thrilling. But it wasn’t enough.
A few months later, the top had grown out again, covering most of the undercut. She started feeling restless.
Then one night, she stared at herself in the mirror and whispered the thought that had been lurking in the back of her mind for weeks—
What if I buzzed it all?
No hiding.
No more layers.
Just a full buzzcut.
A pure, fresh start.
She had always been afraid of going that short. But now, she wanted to push herself.
So the next morning, she walked back into the barbershop.
The barber looked at her expectantly. "What are we doing today?"
Priya took a deep breath.
"Buzz it all off."
The barber's eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t question her.
"Alright," he said, grabbing the clippers. "Let’s do it."
He removed the guard from the clippers, going straight to the lowest setting.
Priya braced herself.
And then—
Bzzzzzzzz…
The clippers ran straight through the middle of her head.
Thick, dark hair rained down in clumps.
There was no turning back.
Another pass. And another.
She watched in awe as her reflection transformed.
Her entire head was being reduced to a soft, even fuzz.
By the time the barber finished, she barely recognized herself.
She ran a hand over her head. The feeling was indescribable—light, free, liberated.
Her old self—the girl who used to fear haircuts—was gone.
And she loved it.
The Final Chapter: A Full Shave
Priya thought the buzzcut was the ultimate transformation.
Until, one day, she had another thought.
What if I shaved it all?
She had come this far.
Why not go all the way?
So, one evening, she stood in her bathroom, razor in hand, staring at her already short stubble.
She applied shaving cream, took a deep breath, and glided the razor over her scalp.
The sensation was surreal. The last bit of stubble disappeared, leaving nothing but smooth, bare skin.
She touched her head.
No hair.
Completely bald.
She had never felt more powerful.
Conclusion: The Freedom of Choice
Priya had spent her childhood fighting against forced haircuts.
Now, she chose them.
She had tried everything—from forced summer cuts to self-inflicted trims, from boycuts to buzzcuts, and finally, to a completely shaved head.
And through it all, she had discovered something important—
Hair would always grow back.
But the confidence and freedom she had gained?
That would stay forever.
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The End… Or Just the Beginning?
This final part completes Priya’s journey from resisting haircuts to fully embracing them on her own terms. Let me know if you'd like any changes!
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