My short haircut

Lonnie's makeover

Before the haircut I will describe the atmosphere in the salon hair. First of all, design a very old hair salon. On the wall in the living room, hair is full of pictures of people who have hairstyled in the hair salon. The pictures are very old and under the picture wall is the waiting area with very old but comfortable chairs Right in front of the waiting area are the hairstyle positions, there are 2 positions, one for the female customers and the other for the men, an old haircut haircut and yuk leather, on the wall of the hairstyle stands are hung with pictures with sentences like: "You do not really know what you need and that's why I'm here To help, "" a smart woman who worries about dealing with a cut more often, "" a brave woman knows that the best massage for her neck and hair is here when the machine works on her hair. "" You're the most radiant when you're organized, so go ahead and bend your head, I'm starting to straighten you out " In each position there is a hanger with capes, the hair stylist fits the capes to the client, I asked him according to what you decide what gown you want? He replied that it depended on the color of the client's hair, her hair, and the haircut she was about to receive. Lee is replaced five times a cape. Salon full of hair tools, full of ready-made chests, shaving cream, brushes and other tools. The hair salon lighting is yellow in color. Next to the haircut stands another lamp. At the entrance to the hair salon there is a hanger for jackets and coats, and there is room to leave the bag. The hair stylist makes sure that the living room is not crowded with customers and is punctual. When I entered the living room, there was only a woman in a haircut. There are many magazines in the waiting area, but not magazines that ordinary customers see in the standard hair salon, all magazines have photos of the hairstyles he has done, along with each picture has brief information about the customer and information about the haircut process. In the waiting room there is a radio with melodies of the eighties playing, melodies that match the atmosphere of the living room. The melodies are not noisy and the atmosphere in the living room is quiet and relatively quiet, you can not miss the noise of the scissors The 56-year-old hair stylist is very talented and precise and therefore has clear rules during the haircut. The hands should always be under the cape. When the head is bent, the client can not move his head even if the customer feels that he is not cutting her hair. Sometimes he bends his head exactly for the haircut and then goes to get the tools for the haircut. Before each haircut, he asks the customer to sit on the chair, pours a delicious glass of champagne, examines the hair, combes it and examines the quality of the hair. Then he asks a few questions, questions like "When was your last visit to the living room?" And finally he asks, "What kind of hairstyle does the client want to get?" After the client tells him what hairstyle she wants to achieve, he answers her. "I understand, but I have to say that the result is not accurate." In general, what he says is that he listens to the client's will, more or less what style he wants and can make some changes according to his will The hair stylist is very nice and like I said very professional. Customers who ask for cool changes in their hair are careful to take pictures, as he does. He photographs before the haircut, during the haircut and the end result.

Now I'll tell you about my experience I went into the hairdresser and said hi. At that time, the hair stylist was busy cutting a customer's hair, but he answered me nicely with a smile. Then he said, "Put your bag there," and pointed to the dresser where the files were placed. I put down my bag and went to the waiting area. During this time I examined his barbershop, was impressed and waited for my turn to come. I looked at the magazines lying in the waiting corner and was very impressed. I also looked at the hairstyle process of the client who was haircut, according to the amount of hair on the floor you could understand that she comes to the salon often, she cares to keep hair short.

A quarter of an hour later, the stylist finished with the client, took off her cloak and escorted her out. When he returned he smiled at me and said, "You can sit on the chair in a few minutes." He cleaned his hair on the floor and arranged the haircut, and at the same time I felt it was so close to the moment I was waiting for him. , And after a few minutes he finished cleaning, looked at me, called me by my name and said "You can sit down." I got up from the chair in the waiting area and felt my body trembling with excitement. I went to the haircut and dried on the chair. John the hair-designer handed me a glass of champagne with a smile and said "Cheers." I held the champagne and felt so tense in the chair. John asked me general questions about myself and told me a little about himself. After a brief introduction, John explained to me about the "rules" that exist in his hair salon. "Throughout the process, your hands should be under a cape"

He continued to explain to me about bending my head. "When I bend my head, I ask you not to pick it up yourself, even if you know I'm not behind you." It is very precise at cutting angles. After he explained this to me, I smiled and told him that he was a "hair architect" He smiled an embarrassed smile and said, "This is where the perfect departures come from ..." Then he combed my hair and noted that I had pleasant, well-groomed hair Then came the big question: "What would you like to do with your hair?" , I told him that I wanted to cut it down to the length of my ear and I was open to changing the color of my hair.

He played with my hair, pressed it to my ear and then said, "I understand, but I do not promise the result." I was a bit nervous after this sentence, but I also felt I wanted it. He combed my hair, adjusted it, and began to photograph. Then he went to fetch a cape, he assumed a colorful cape in Bordeaux. At this point he lifted my hair, he took a piece of white cloth and tied it around my neck, he wrapped me in a cape to cape fastened tightly and then again he combed my hair, and he photograph me again. As soon as he wrapped me up in the Bordeaux cape I felt awkward, uncontrollable about what was to be expected of me.

After he finished filming, he turned the chair back towards the mirror and said to me, "It's your time to look good yourself, at the end of the process you'll see another woman in the mirror." I felt it was a kind of time separation from my look with long blonde hair. While I was looking in the mirror he put all kinds of tools on the dresser. When he finished he stood behind me, looked at me through the mirror and said "Shall we start cutting?" I smiled and said, "I'm ready." Then he explained to me what I expected more or less, he did not specify what the end result would be but he explained to me about the steps. He said, "First of all, I'll cut your hair dry to get rid of the unnecessary length, then I'll give you color your hair and then finish with final haircut"

I said "OK", I did not ask him any questions because I felt uncontrollable, even if I did not like the answer I do not really have anything to do with it. I felt at this moment that my hair was actually his! He sprinkled my hair, he combed my hair and then he took scissors and began to cut my hair. I heard the noise of the scissors clipping my hair, I imagined my blond hair covering the floor in the hair salon and then he started cutting my hair u p front and I saw my blond hair slide on the cape, I wanted to touch my hair but I knew I should not get my hands out of the cape, I felt very controlled. Then my piles of blond hair began to accumulate on the cape of the Bordeaux, my hair slipped on the cape, part of my hair remained on the cape and part of it continued to slip from the cape to the floor.

I saw John coming back on a bowl of paint, he came to my haircut position, I saw him walking on my blond hair on the floor, it hurt a bit but also moved me not knowing how to explain the feeling! John wrapped me again in the cape, but this time one nylon bone, he tightened the cape around my neck, looked at me through the mirror and smiled at me and said to me: "Now you'll have to say goodbye to the blond color and not just the length of the hair." Back then he started to draw my hair, and he walked my hair and paper, after he finished he asked me to sit under the strange machine, which is exactly what I did. I sat on a strange chair, feeling like a bag with the cape that envelops me now and I thought to myself, "How lucky it is that my partner did not come with me."

While I was waiting with the color on my head John explained to me what the next steps were. He said that after he washed the color from his hair, he would cut my hair a little more and then draw my hair again, but not my whole head, but shades of color. "I asked him like this he was going to cut about, and he smiled and said," Forget the haircut you wanted, It's going to be much shorter. "I felt controlled again, but I have to admit, rather strangely it was a liberating feeling ... I sit there and do not even know" What color I have on my head!

I'll just tell you, I'm just a bit busy

When I got the color on my head, I asked John, "What color have you dyed my hair? It's strange that I have not asked you before, and it's strange that you did not even tell me." John replied, "Until you see the color you have on your head, also added, "do not expect normal color and boring and do not expect even a haircut plain and boring" Deep down inside I knew it was what I wanted to hear, that's exactly the way I wanted to do to change my hair, but I never imagined it would be so similar to my expectations. "Do not think sweet, it is necessary at least once in a lifetime to be exceptional in your hair hairstyle" I told him about my visits to the hair salon all over the world, the desire I had long for a short haircut. I also told him that with him I wanted only to shorten my hair and all the real fun I wanted to experience in a hair salon in another country. John was enthusiastic about my idea, but he said to me, "As you've realized so far, I do not always refer to the customer's wishes." He told me that his regular customers no longer ask for anything, they just sit on the chair and trust him. He laughed and said that his clients not returned, but that did not really bother him. He pointed to a picture framed on the wall that read "Only the strong women return to my hair salon" and there was another picture that said "A strong woman came to the hair salon to strengthen and from the living room my hair is strengthened"

After some interesting conversations with John it was time to wash the paint from the hair. "Your time has come to get stronger," John told me, and of course I felt tremors in my body. I smiled and said, "I want to be strong." John responded, "Come on, let's wash your hair." Now John asked me to sit back. He took off the plastic cape from me and instead of the cape he wrapped me in a towel, not just my shoulders. I leaned back to the sink and John turned the stream of water on my hair. "Close your eyes," John asked, so I shut up and John gave me a massage on my scalp and even my ears! It was pleasant! In contrast to the front cover this time I did not want it to end! When John massaged my ears, he said: Soon you will not have hair to hide your ears. I felt stomach ache! After a few minutes of overlap John took another towel and wrapped my hair. "Come on, go to the haircut." I got up from the chair with a towel on my head and a towel wrapped around me and went to sit on the chair, on my way to the chair I saw my beautiful blond hair on the floor! I felt as though I had betrayed my hair. Then came the time John took the towel off my head! And I saw that I was no longer blonde, I was pink! Because the hair was wet, the color of the hair was not quite clear. John took off the towel that was wrapping me and began to dry my hair when the hair was dry. The color was clearer, the color of pink hair was not too strong. Even though it was a bit weird I loved the color! I was absorbed in the mirror, I could not believe it was me! Then John came back with a new cape, cape with old stripes like the movies of the eighties! And all that went through my mind was "Oh no, this confusion again." " Jo and again he tightened my stick with a white, annoying cloth. . "It's a little itchy, can I do without the white cloth?" . "You're a big girl, you'll get over it," John answered me and wrapped me in old-fashioned striped cape. Then I felt he had left something heavy and black on my shoulders! And then at all I felt that I had lost the bit of control I had. "Do you remember the rules sweetheart?" Yes, remember. John went over to his tools and took the machine a haircut. I felt that I was almost fainting from the tremors that had begun in my body. John put a hand on my head and turned on the machine and said, "Listen to her sound, you'll soon feel her feeling." John turned off the haircut machine and said, "This machine is the best massage To the woman. " John took spray with water and sprayed my hair and when my hair was wet I felt John bend my head and divide my hair into parts. He left a group of hair and the rest of my hair tightened tightly with pins. Then he went to his tools position, did not see what tool he took, I felt his hand returning my head and then I heard the noise of the machine! My heart was beating faster, my stomach was overturned, I even felt I was sweating with palms under the cape! Then came the time John touched my back with the machine, felt the machine work on my neck, he went up with the machine up and cut my hair off the back! I felt my neck vibrate from the machine, my ears heard nothing but the loud noise of the machine cutting my hair from behind! I wanted so much to touch my neck and feel, but I knew I should not get my hands out of the cape I felt now that only John was deciding for me! I closed my eyes, felt the machine and breathed deeply! I imagined another group of hair from my head thrown onto the floor, imagining John standing behind me with the machine and stepping on my hair on the floor! "Do you feel your neck lighter?" John asked as I continued to shave my neck with the machine. "I think so," I replied to John, "I'm sure he did," John replied, running his hand across the neck I could feel his hand as well as the machine going up and down my neck, so I wanted to feel myself, and if not feel then at least raise my head and look in the mirror! John turned off the machine and walked over to the tool stand, took another instrument and again I felt his heavy hand weigh on my head, I felt him stroke my neck and then I heard the sound of a machine again! This time the noise was weaker and I felt John shave the sides of my neck. It was relatively fast, he turned off the machine again. It hurts to hold my head bent I wanted to lift it up a bit, but I must not, I felt I was in John's control. John spread another group of hair and again the rest of my hair tightened with a pin. He took a comb and combed my hair. It was a strange but pleasant feeling, I'm not used to combing my neck with some hair. The teeth of the comb touched my shaven neck! Then suddenly I heard the scissors cutting my hair. This time for a change I felt part of my hair slide down my neck, even felt that there were some hairs left on my neck. I tried to imagine it and then I felt again how my body was vibrating. Do not move! John asked and continued to cut my hair. Suddenly I felt the

coldness of the scissors on my neck, I also felt scratching my neck, I wanted John to clean the hairs that scratched me! John put the scissors down, I heard he was going in another direction, I wanted to look where hie was but I listened to John's rules and stayed with my head bent down. It was really a sense of helplessness. John came back and then I heard he was making me a picture again. Then suddenly I felt something tickling in my neck, John cleaning my cut hair from my neck. John lifted my head a little, finally. I still could not look in the mirror but at least it was less painful. And again, he released a group of hair and the rest of my hair tightened tightly with a pin, this time I even felt it was stronger.

Suddenly I felt another spray of water on my hair! Then again I heard the scissors cutting my hair! "What a pleasure to see some order in your back hair, I'll let you feel your hair in the back," said John, smiling to myself with my head still bent down and then laughing. "I feel I no longer have hair on my back. My hair is on the floor. " John responded me back "exactly where he should be" and laughed. "I have not cut long hair for so long." John continued to cut my hair, he really invested in the cutting process, he was very accurate, he combed and sprayed water during the haircut process, it was important to him that the back of my hair would be accurate and perfect. Although my neck hurt from bending my head, I did not dare lift my head. I jumped into the chair, felt a tremor in my body, enjoyed John's cut. I asked John why he chose me to cape Bordeaux at first and now cape old fashioned stripes. He explained to me that most of the time he could not give it an explanation in words, it was things he felt. I told John that I felt awkward inside the cape and that I also felt uncontrolled. He chuckled and responded back. "I had the feeling that you were the kind of woman who is always in control of everything that happens to them in life, because of that you also had the courage to cut your hair short, your strength is internal and not external." Most of the women sitting here on the chair are women Strong, they come here to calm down and laugh. " John stopped cutting and put his hand on my neck and said, "Honey is too late to get upset, and if it really pisses you off, then you know you have a few more hours to get upset here in the living room Because I have a lot of work to do with your hair "and again my body vibrated, my head bent and my ears heard John's words I know I really lost control.

It's not the end ... wait a little more, I've been busy for the past few days.

John put down the scissors and took the machine. Before he turned on the machine I felt he was putting his hand on my hair on the sides and then he moved my head to the side, the creature was probably not good so he moved my head up and moved it back to the side, this time John was not standing behind me He stood next to me , He combed my hair on the sides, folded my ear and turned on the machine! I felt how he was cutting my hair by my ear, I saw that cut through the mirror! He continued to cut gently and little hairs from my head fell on my neck, my hair did not slip to the frost, they stuck to my neck, wet little hairs stuck on my neck! I felt the need to scratch my neck!

John was concentrating on cutting my hair, holding my ear folded, the noise of the machine was loud and it was really close to my ear! After a few minutes he turned off the machine and combed my hair, he took a group of hair and cut it on my cheekbones! The hair stuck to my face, the nasty little hairs that scratched not only my neck, now my face too! John Dyke cut the hair, the cut was accurate! I sat on the chair and was moved by the sight. John finished with one side and moved to the other, again folded my ear and started to work with the machine, then scissors again! When he finished on the sides he took a white brush and cleaned the hairs from my face and neck!

After he cleaned my hair from my face, John took off my cape and said, "You can feel your hair." I moved my hand and it felt strange! Until now I was used to a lot of hair and now I felt bristles in the back of my neck! My body vibrated, my heart worked at a fast pace! My front hair was still drawn with pins, John left me like that and said "I'm going to stop a little cigarette and when I get back we'll continue" I sat on the leather chair, looked in the mirror, felt my neck, saw all my hair on the floor. Everything was strange to me, I got up from the chair and approached the mirror, I tried to look through the saw on my neck but I did not see much, just felt! I suddenly felt lighter, felt cleaner. I was glad for the courage I had to change, glad John did not listen to me and cut my hair shorter. I loved the pink color. I looked at the hair that was lying on the floor and I could not believe the whole amount of hair was on my head! John came back from a cigarette break and asked me to sit on the old chair again; I sat and John went to fetch a new cape. He stood next to the capes and said, "I think a white cape will be beautiful on you." I just smiled and did not respond with words. I knew what I would feel when John wrapped me in cape.

John went back to the cape with the cape and said, "Now I'm taking control of me" and wrapped up in a white cape, he tightened the cape harder. And again I felt embarrassed, uncontrolled! John recorded the moment in the picture. Then he released my front hair from the pins, suddenly he seemed long. John ran his hand over my front hair, took a comb and scissors, he took a group of hair and pulled it up and started to cut, my hair fell on the white cape After he cut me some of my hair, he turned my chair and stood in front of me, he took a group of my hair and combed it forward, the hair was on my eyes so I had to close my eyes and then I heard the noise of the scissors cutting off my hair that started to fall on my face Mine, I felt the cold of the scissors on my forehead, over my eyebrows.

Those were long minutes when I felt uncontrollable, I felt less liberated because John was standing in front of me, I felt embarrassed, my eyes were closed, I could only feel my hair fall, the cold of scissors on my face and the noise they made.

Suddenly I felt John breathing on my face, trying to squeeze some of my hairs that kept him from working, I felt his heavy hand trying to clean my hair from my eyes. I opened my eyes and John turned the chair in the direction of the mirror. I saw that I had a lot of little hairs sticking to my face. It bothered me, it scratched me, but I did not get my hands out of the uncomplaining white cape. I also saw that I had a pony! I never had a pony, well maybe at the age of 11 but we've been through for years! All I wanted was to clean my face and touch my hair! I tried to get air out of my mouth in the direction of the hairs that stuck to me but it did not really work for me. Then John took the request and cleaned my face. He put his hand on my front hairs and adjusted them a little tight. He moved them to the side, then moved them forward. There was a feeling that this was the end of my visit to John's salon. John took off the white cape and I started to get up from the old-fashioned chair of the hair salon.

"Where are you getting up?" John asked me, "I thought it was over." John chuckled and put his hand on my hair. "There's a little more work." I sat and John wrapped me in a towel. "Now I'll do you hair care, after hair treatment your hair contact will be very soft." Then he smeared a hair mask on my hair I sit on the old chair, wrapped in a towel around my body, and John massages my hair with the hair mask. My head moves right and then left, then forward and backward. After he had finished smearing the stuff on my hair I would look like a child who had his hair pressed to his head. Then came the climax that made me feel more embarrassed! John wrapped my head with nylon!

Please sit down in the waiting area," John asked, and I got up and walked toward the waiting area. It was a strange feeling. John of course did not miss a picture. I sat in the waiting area and felt like a bag wrapped in a towel. Every once in a while, John held the nylon closer to my head. I pulled my head back a bit and felt stubble sting my neck, it scratched me but my hands were pressed against my sides wrapped in a towel! I heard the tunes from the radio, John hummed songs. He told me that his son married two months ago. He told me that before her wedding her hair was always long and she never thought of cutting it short. He said, "But about a month ago she and my son went into the hair salon And she decided to make a change "

He also told me about the many men who come to his hair salon with their woman, many times he feels that it was the desire of the man and not of the woman for a short haircut. I asked him if it ever happened to him that a woman cried after a haircut? And he said it happened from time to time, but he was not moved by their tears. He told me that once a model came along with her agent, she had very long hair and she had to shorten it for a particular campaign. He said models were like dolls, they had to accept and not respond. After he finished cutting her hair, her agent went over to John and asked to shorten her hair longer, she could not resist. John asked me if I'd ever felt how I felt shaving cream? I was shocked and told him "Never!" "There's always a first time honey." "what?" I responded stunned. "Calm down, it's not so bad," John replied. "Why do you need to use a shaving cut on my head?" And John answered, "Not all of your head, just in the back of your neck to clean your bristles, and also a bit of hair frame"

Can we give it up? I asked because I felt I was a bit nervous from that moment. "No," John replied. Why does it make you nervous? He asked. "Because it's always an action for bearded men," I answered. And John replied, "So now you know that not only men use shaving cream." From the moment John told me he was going to use shaving cream I felt uncomfortable. Then John said to me, "Get up and sit down on the chair." Oh no, I said to myself, just not again this!

I sat overlapping with the sink in front. John took the plastic off my head and bent my head forward, running the stream of water over my hair and I felt the water begin to trickle into my face and my bare ears. John saw that I had suffered the previous overlap so this time after he washed my hair in the water he lifted my head and lathered my shampoo with my head straight. I felt the shampoo dripping toward my ear and then John whipped a little around my ears. My whole head was full of shampoo and John washed the shampoo from his hands, took some water, and washed my face. "I clean the hairs sticking to your face," said John, it felt strange. He took a towel and wiped my face and then continued to whip my hair. I felt he was in control of me. Then John bent my head back into the sink and washed my hair shampoo, after he finished he lifted my head again, took a new towel and wiped my ears. When he finished, he asked me to stand and then he took off my towel. The water on my wet hair ran down my neck and my neck, I did not have a towel to wipe the water. During this time I saw John replace the old green chair in another chair. The new chair was old fashioned too, red and leather too, it had a strange headrest, I was curious to know why he had changed the chair.

Come, sit down, madam," John called to me. I sat down and John brought a towel with him and wiped my hair and the water from my neck. Then I saw him again taking out the bulky white cloth and again tying it tightly around my neck and then John went over to get a cape. From time to time the cape was more embarrassing. He brought a cape with streaks of red and white color! And wrapped me in cape. Before he tied up the cape he told me "Once again control comes back into my hands Madam". John tied the cape tightly around the cuff, brought a towel and put the towel on my shoulder. The old red chair had a headrest with a strange cushion John pushed my head and put it on the headrest

I shrank in the chair! John grabbed my front hair with a pin, then moved my head to the side. He combed the hairs around my ear and moved my head to the other side, and so did the hairs next to my other ear. Then John straightened my head on the headrest. I felt strange, saw the ceiling of the living room hair. John stood behind me and gave me a light massage in my face. Close your eyes John asked me. Then I closed my eyes hesitantly. I felt him continue to give me a massage in the face, suddenly I felt a warm towel on my face. I took a deep breath. After a few minutes of massage John took off the towel and then I felt again moving my head to the side, folding my ear and smearing ointment with a brush.

The was cold! And then suddenly I felt another cold thing lowering the ointment that was around my ear. John said in a weak voice, "You see shaving foam is not as bad as you thought" I must admit that I really enjoyed it from that moment. It was reassuring. John released my folded ear and continued toward my forehead. Then he moved to the other side, moved my head to the other side and got my second ear.

When he finished shaving the bristles, John cleaned the shaving cream that was left over with the . My head is still on the headrest and my eyes are looking at the ceiling "How was my young lady?" John asked me. "It was really reassuring," I replied. John stood behind me and gave me a massage in my ears. During the massage, John said in a weak voice, "At last your ears breathe really and are not hidden with unnecessary hair." I felt the need to close my eyes and take a deep breath. Stay like that for a few more minutes and relax while I'm off for a cigarette, John said.

It was strange and fun together. I felt that I was letting go of control over myself at this time, and to be honest I enjoyed this calm that I did not control everything. John came back, lifted the headrest and after a few seconds he bent my head down John began to massage my neck, and the sides of my neck. I knew that in a few seconds he would put a shaving cream on my neck. And then that's exactly what happened, the shaving foam was cold! My body moved from the chills that passed through me

Do not move! Said John, and continued rubbing shaving cream on my neck. You have skin like a baby's, John said, and began shaving the bristles. The shiver I felt in the body was inexplicable. John there another foam on my neck. I had a strange impulse to see my home front shaving, so I asked John to make a picture of my house and show me. John laughed and said "Sure!" He brought the camera to make me a picture and let me look at her, head my head and beads full of shaving sequence.

After seeing your neck full of foam, imagine the bristles coming down from your neck when I use the razor, said John, and started to work. I sat with my head bent and imagined. I imagined how the bristles were pulling apart, how my neck was flung to pieces! My body vibrated! John finished and wiped the remaining foam with a towel. I felt the Negev in the back of my neck forcefully, I imagined my back part as a baby! After he finished wiping, he put a warm towel on my neck and lifted my head up and pushed it into the pillow on the chair that was for my head. "Give yourself a few minutes to relax"

I took a deep breath, let my body relax from the shudder he felt! I felt a flow in my hands, my body told me that he never felt that way. I calm down and ask John: What's next? Season answers me "Shhhh, keep calm and wait patiently"

While I relaxed, John lifted the chair higher, lifted the seat of the legs and pulled the chair back a little, did not understand what was happening around me, suddenly felt John put a warm towel on my forehead, and behind me and massage me with my hair .

Breathe deeply," John asked. "Do not feel embarrassed with the cape." John moved the hot towel from my forehead and put it under my chin and then gave me a massage on my forehead. He pulled a drop of my hair over my forehead , I felt as if he was moving my head all the way to the sides and doing a massage. While he was giving me a massage John said to me "You're a brave girl" I smiled.

John continued with the massage in my hair and asked me, "How could a strong woman like you never have short hair?" I replied that I had always wanted and that it had happened.

I felt sweating under my chin because of the warm towel and the stiff cape tied to it and the nagging white cloth tied around my neck, but I felt I should not tell John anything, because I felt some control I felt I should not tell him.

John continued his massage, felt his hands on my hair. I felt his hands touching the sides of my neck, he said to me in a weak voice, "I check that I have not missed any bristles, everything is as smooth as a baby" Then slowly John returned the chair and lifted my head. Before I go to work I want to make you some pictures said John.

John arranged the cape, then straightened my hair. Every time he fashioned my hair differently. Once you lifted my pony up, and once again moved it aside. John combed all my hair back, then sprayed him with hair styling spray, such a sticky spray. I would look like a child I would look like a man All my hair was full of hair spray.

John took off the cape and the white cloth from my neck and asked me again to go over to the overlapping position. He asked me to sit on the chair with the front sink. "Oh no," I said to myself. But I did not have much choice so I sat down.

John put a towel on my shoulders and again bent my head to the sink. I felt again the liquid water on my face, and on my ears. My neck pain. I felt John wiped my hair with shampoo, I wanted to pick up my head but I could not.

My face was full of water, much more water than the previous times. The flow of water was stronger than the previous times, and then I felt John's hand on my face, he washed my face as it overlapped. I felt a little embarrassed. John slackened the flow of water, felt him move my head to the side and continue to wash my hair, then a second side. He closed the water but still did not raise my head. I stayed with my head bent to the sink, full of water while John was not standing next to me, I did not know where he went but I did not raise my head.

After a few long minutes John came back with a comb, he lifted my head from the sink and combed my hair, felt my whole face water. Then John wrapped my head in a towel and wiped my face. Please go to the waiting area. I sat in a corner with a towel on my head while John made another bowl of paint

Lonnie, honey, are you ready to go on? Come sit on the chair again. When he finished, he asked me to sit under an odd old machine, the kind I had only seen in the 80's movies A few minutes after I sat under the strange machine, a customer came in the hair salon. A man about 30 years old.

John was busy with the client. The client also received a pampering hair massage, then he also arranged his mustache. When John finished with the client he went back to check the color on my head. "A little more," said John. Besides the color, are you going to cut my hair off? I asked John. John returned the question to me and said, "What do you think?" .

I did not really have an answer, but I answered John: Whatever you decide. John smiled and responded back: I love your courage. A few minutes later John checked the color on my head again and then asked me: Are you calm now? , This question pressed me so I told him "not exactly" "I understand, go sit in a position of overlap with the sink in the back, I will calm you a bit."

I was glad it did not overlap with the front sink! I leaned back and John took the aluminum foil out of my head and turned on the water. It was nice, I got a massage again in my hair. In the middle of the overlap I felt John moving and now he was not standing behind me, he was standing beside me and washing my hair from the side.

Lonnie, what color of cape would you choose for yourself and why? . "Black seems to me." John laughed. "Have you been able to figure out how short your hair is?" I told John that it still felt like a dream to me. As John washed my hair off the paint I asked him if it was possible to get a massage in his living room without a haircut. John replied, "Sure, a lot of customers come for a massage." I was happy.

John closed the flow of water. He raised my head. He wrapped my head in a towel and asked me to stand. I stood and John took off the nylon cape. Please go to the chair. And so I did. John stood behind me, took off the towel from my head, dried my hair and then with a hairdryer. "My pony had delicate shades of white blond.

I love it so much! John was combing my hair, there was a feeling that my amusement in John's salon John's hair was over but then John came over and took the machine. John bent my head and adjusted the back of my hair a bit. I was without a cape and felt pieces of hair sliding from my neck to my back. Just at this moment John said "Do not worry, I know you're without cape, I wanted to let your body feel a bit of your hair and went on"

My head was bent down, John turned off the machine and went to get a cape. He came back to me, stood in front of me with my head still bent, he put his hand on my chin and lifted my head. John looked at me and said "I love your listening to my rules" And again John wrapped me in an old ugly cape. Dark green. Tightened it tightly around my neck, I suddenly felt John raise the chair.

Sprayed my hair with water, swiveled the chair in his direction, and combed the pony on my face. I dropped my head involuntarily, John put his hands on my chin and straightened my head, I felt the cold scissors doing the pony, I felt hair stick again on my face, I felt John move my head hard to the sides And straighten my hair. It was a bit sluggish and aggressive.

John blew air from his mouth to my face and asked me to look at him. I opened my eyes and looked. Excellent, I love your pony like that, it's very flattering to you! My face was full of hair, I wanted to look in the mirror. Well, I think you're ready, a new, trimmed lady. John turned me toward the mirror. I was very excited! He arranged my hair nicely. My face was still full of hair.

Then he made me a few more pictures. At the end of the photo, John cleaned my neck and face and my face with a brush. And now I'm a new girl with short, cool hair.