As a student,  I fell in love with a remarkable woman named Julia.  She had a huge crush on the famous bald actor, Yul Brynner and gathered newspaper articles and any information that she could find about him. I even helped her to hang a poster entitled ”The King“ in her room.

  Whenever a Yul Brynner film was on TV, Julia would force me to sit between her legs and play with my head.  She would tug on my shaggy hair and ask, „Why don‘t  you go bald too?  Women love Yul‘s head! Or at least get a brush!“  But I didn‘t need any persuading.  „I would like to experiment with a ‚Yul Brynner cut‘,  I answered, knowing that secretly I felt the same penchant for baldness.  „Really? I don‘t think you are courageous enough to do it“,  she retorted.

  Unfortunately, Julia knew me and knew that I was very afraid of being bald in public. I was concerned that I would get a lot of negative reactions from my friends and family and even strangers on the street. Then, one day,  Julia was able to convince me that other opinions would not matter as long as I was enjoying the shaving experience as much as she was.  „OK, I will let you shave me bald, as long as I pass my exam,“  I declared after some thought.  However, Julia didn‘t seem to believe me and said,  „Do you promise?“  „Yes I do,“ I said.  Julia ended this discussion by saying,  „Don`t forget - I will insist on it!“

  After successfully finishing my studies and passing my exam, we planned to travel through southern Canada.  We both love the beauty of nature and intended to shave my head once we found the most beautiful point of scenery.  We wanted to celebrate baldness by integrating natural bald beauty in the uncovered beauty of nature.

  Having come from Europe, we started our journey in Duluth/Lake Superior.  We chartered a sailing yacht and sailed to the National Lakeshore, dropping anchor near Ironwood Island. Oh, what beautiful scenery there was! The blue water surrounding a mysterious island, was mesmerizing.  I thought this might be the place we were waiting for but Julia hesitated.  „Let us see and wait what Canada has to offer,“  she said.

  A few days later we returned to Duluth to rent a little seaplane.  Aim was a little lake in southern Canada, which could only be reached by plane. There stood a little blockhouse in which Julia and I  would live for several weeks.

  It is hard to describe the awe we felt at the beauty beneath us.  There were endless woods with scattered lakes twinkling like diamonds.  While steering the plane with one hand, I stroked Julia‘s knee with the other.  She teased me by saying, „Soon your head will be as naked as my knee.“

  Once we landed near a private lake, we admired the crystal clear water and the plushly wooded mountains. There was no doubt in our minds - this was the perfect place for our adventure!

  The following day, I sat down on a chair right at the edge of the lake.  Julia clippered me slowly and carefully, first the sides, then the top, until there was only stubble covering my head.  After that  she put shaving cream on my scalp and shaved it smooth, repeating the procedure a few times to make sure there was no hair left behind.  Now my head gleamed like polished marmor, similiar to a canadian wood sea.  „Smoother than Yul Brynner on his best day,“ commented Julia, while admiring her handy work and sensually touching my naked head.   She couldn‘t help but notice how erotic it was to feel the contrast of my smoothness against her luxuriant crown.  In fact, my head seemed to be in harmony with nature and Julia‘s love.

  We had a lovely vacation together!