French Shaveby Chris
I am French and live in the suburbs of Paris. In June I
decided to go to visit my brother in the capital for a couple weeks, I was
17 and was finished with school, but my brother Phillipe who was 18 still
had a couple weeks to go. I arrived at the train station on a Saturday
morning and my brother came to pick me up; as it was close to 12 noon we
decided to go to Mc Donald’s for a quick bite and started talking about
the family news and I asked him what plan he had for us for the afternoon.
He apologized but told me that a friend of his and
himself and him had plan to get there haircut. I was really surprised as my
brother had been wearing his black hair long and tight into a pony tail for
the past 3 or 4 years. "You cutting your hair?" did I ask
laughing!!! "Yes it is time for a trim!!" he answered quite
nervously I did not pay attention and told him that since I did not have
anything else to do I would come with them.
To tell you the truth I am very different from my
brother. He is more the laid back type, long hair, usually unshaved... Me I
am more active and I love my hair shot an neat, at this time my hair were
cut into a crew cut on the longish side. My brother told me that he was
supposing to meet his friend, Saly in front of a Turkish barber shop.
We took the metro and got there around 3 PM. The shop
was located in a small alley way among 3 or 4 others shops. Saly who was
waiting for us in front of the alley is Turkish and had his hair cut very
short; the type of haircut young Turkish people usually wear, a short buzz
cut N1 or N2.
We talked a few minutes and Saly asked my brother if he
was ready and told him that the shop was pretty busy and that the barber he
knew would not be ready for them for an other 45 minutes. With the
conversation I understood that Saly was also going to get a haircut, witch
seemed strange to me because he had almost no hair to be cut. We arrived in
front of the shop, very small but with 6 barbers cutting.
The shop was packed and we waited outside along with
other young guys. The action in the shop was fantastic, barbers were doing
all kinds of very short cuts, usually skin fades some of them with the sides
totally shaved; I was looking at them like hypnotized and fascinated. As a
few guy left the shop we got in and sat down.
Saly went to see one of the young barber, shook his
hand, the barber looked at us and said he would be ready in a few minutes,
he asked Saly if I was also here for a cut and I decided that I might as
well get a little trim. While seated I asked my brother how he was thinking
getting his hair cut but he told me it would be a surprise. The barber was
now ready. Saly asked my brother if he wanted to go first but Philippe told
him to go ahead. I felt my brother very nervous.
Saly sat down and without a word the barber took the
clippers and started shaving his head to the scalp. I was starting to be
exited as it was the first time I saw this happening and I was really
enjoying the whole scene. The barber turned of the clippers and as I thought
he was finished he prepared the shaving cream and lathered his head. He then
shaved his head very carefully and after 5 minutes
Saly stood up and rubbed his hands on his bald head. He
turned to Philippe and said : "Ready?" My brother stood up and
said "Yep, I guess" He sat down, the barber attached the cape and
said "So what are we doing today?" I was chocked when my brother
answered "Same as Saly" I could not believe what I was hearing.
The barber asked my brother if he wanted to keep his
pony tail and he said "Yes, for souvenir of the old days!" The
barber removed the elastic holding the hair, took a comb, straitened my
brothers hair and put back the elastic very tight.
He then took the clippers and started right in the
center of his head. I could not really see anything happening as the hair
were still tightened but after a few passes I could see the scalp of my
brother showing. There was no hair left on the top of his head.
It was amazing seeing the barber holding the pony tail
with one hand and shearing Philippe’s hair with the other.
After a few minutes, there was no hair attached and the
barber was holding the pony tail to my bold brother. "Do you want it
shave with the razor too?" the barber asked to my brother who was now
amused to see his head without his usual mop. "Sure I might as
well!!!" answered Philippe
The barber repeated the process he used on Saly’s
head and shaved Philippe head even more carefully. Philippe stood up, I
could not resist on rubbing my hand on his head; he was looking great. By
this time I had completely forgot I told the barber that was getting a hair
cut too!! But suddenly I saw the barber holding the cape and looking at me.
I was so exited that the barber did not even have time
to ask me what kind of hair cut I wanted. I sat in the chair and said
"Shaved head number 3 coming up!!" I heard my brother laughing in
the back.
The barber did not hesitated one second, he run the
clipper right in the center of my head and continued on the sides and back,
then came the shaving cream. He started shaving me, I was shivering, the
sensation was incredible. After a few minutes I stood up.
My brother
said : "Not too bad brother!!" "You look pretty good
too" I answered. We paid and left but guess how met two weeks after at
the same place!!!
Since then my brother and I are going for a shave every
occasion possible.
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