Stepfather
By sawhimgetshaved
My stepfather [was] a hateful, cruel little man. He enjoyed making me feel small and humiliated. That fateful summer he cooked up a scheme that not only would embarrass and humiliate me but would unwittingly transform me into a lifelong haircut fetishist.
I had the misfortune of being born with several cowlicks. These cowlicks coupled with my extra thick hair made for an unruly mop when not kept short. However, I was always allowed to go way too long between haircuts which meant that hair would be growing over my ears, down into my eyes, and sticking up in several different places at the same time. Don`t misunderstand. My stepfather didn`t like long hair but he was too lazy to take me in for haircuts on a regular basis. Usually he would wake up one day and realize what a mess we both looked and off we would go to the local barbershop.
It was during one of those in between times when we chose to visit our relatives. I heard my stepfather calling me from the front porch of the house. I went around to see what he wanted. I had no idea what the adults had been talking about so I felt no apprehension at all as I stepped into the doorway. My stepfather looked at me with a familiar smirk on his face, the one which always let me know trouble was coming and said, `see what I mean`. All the other adults in the room just looked at me for a moment without saying anything until my uncle finally said, `I don`t know. It might work.` My aunt then chimed in, `I`ve heard before it works.` I had no idea what they were talking about. My mother was strangley silent on the topic. Everyone seemed to be looking at my hair. I didn`t know but they had been discussing whether or not a headshave would rid a person of cowlicks. My stepfather didn`t believe it I`m sure. He just wanted a reason to shave my head.
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