A girl who would shave her head bald for you

The moment I read the passage on Rie's punishment for losing the match, I knew Zane had a bald fetish. Fetishes in writing are easy to spot given how much attention is given to them. Not like I'm one to judge others for their kinks. But if I want to get closer with Zane, I need to know more about why he has such a fascination with this kink.

His response was pretty natural, but nothing groundbreaking, so why am I here about to have all my hair shaved off? I don't know.

Impulse would be the best answer as this is a move that defies all logic. However, I want to do it. I want to try it because Zane so boldly decreed I should, showing such pride and vigor as he relished in victory. That's a glimpse at the raw passion that wrote Basketball Babes, the real Zane that is only let free when actively playing basketball.

Even with a permanent injury, he manages to push himself to the limits in order to immerse himself in what he loves most. I want to see more of that man, and if the price is all my hair, I'll take the bet. This will be the true test to see if Zane truly is the man for me.

That all being said, I'm struggling to maintain my smile as my hair plummets to the ground. My heart won't stop racing, yet I can't start bawling my eyes out. Things are tense enough as is, yet I must not waver with my smile. I need to embrace this with pride, for both our sakes.

In no time flat, a faint auburn stubble was all that remained of my hair. Of course, I was still far from done. The barber walked away and returned shortly after with shaving cream and a hot towel. I let out a blissful giggle as the cream encased my head in a creamy white.

"So, this how you like your women, Zane-kun?" I chuckled as I turned to Zane.

Clearly still shocked at what was happening before him, Zane began mumbling inaudibly, yet didn't falter in fulfilling my request to record me.

The barber then removed the towel and tilted my head back as he began shaving me smooth.

I closed my eyes, yet still retained my smile, indulging in how surprisingly relaxing the shave was. Before I knew it, I had a shiny bald head.

"My, smooth and sneakers really do suit me," I gawked as I touched my now smooth head while twiddling my sneaker round and round in the air.

I wasn't lying. This smooth do really does mesh well with the milfy look I've got going, and it feels good. Really good. But alas, I can't cash out now.

It was on to round two of the shaving cream, but this time, I was unable to stop myself from squealing as the cream made contact with my scalp.

"Must feel weird, but when you've got no hair, your head becomes more sensitive," the barber grumbled as he finished lathering my head in shaving cream.

"Ah, you missed a spot," I smiled as I pointed at my eyebrows.

The barber frowned and shook his head. "No, not the eyebrows too."

"Yes, the eyebrows too. Curtains gotta match the drapes. I came in with pink hair and brows and if I have no hair, I should have no brows."

"I thought at first that guy you brought with you was forcing you to go bald, but it's clear at this point you're just one crazy lady," the barber grumbled as smeared shaving cream over my eyebrows.

"Do my face too, please," I smiled.

"Tch, close your mouth up," the barber snarled as I did just that, allowing him to smear shaving cream all over my face.

I let out a muffled giggle before tilting my head back and closing my eyes, allowing the barber to work his magic once more. Just like before, the blissful shave was done in a flash, though now the woman that greeted me in the mirror was both bald and browless.

"Ara, ara. Now I don't recognize myself. Now, how about we get rid of my lashes first before encasing me one final time in shaving cream," I giggled as the barber's scowl continued to worsen.

"Look, guys do come in to get their eyelashes trimmed, but eyelashes are actually a very important part of the body, responsible for keeping dust and debris out of the eye. It's not recommended-"

"Don't worry, I got fake lashes that'll do the job. Now, let's shave them. I wanna go all-out bald."

"Crazy, crazy woman. Close your eyes."

I did just that as the barber grasped my head and slowly snipped away my eyelashes. When he finished, I actually let out a gasp as I saw myself in the mirror. If I already looked unrecognizable bald and browless, being lashless on top of that made it all official.

"I'm really bald," I chuckled as the barber began encasing my entire head and face in shaving cream, turning it into a snowball.

This time, I decided to keep my eyes open and watch as the razor glided over me, scraping away the cream. Though my heart was still pounding rapidly, the danger of my smile fading was gone at this point. Bald was now my groove.

The shaving quickly wrapped up, but my makeover was still far from done. Gloopy green wax was soon poured on my head and smeared all over it along with my face. My mouth was also covered up, effectively gagging me, but I'm sure Zane-kun doesn't mind.

"Mmph ngh [Excited, Zane-kun]?" I giggled.

Blood oozed out of Zane's nose as he mumbled and nodded his head up and down.

"Want me to glob this over your eyes too, "trendsetter"?" the barber snarled.

I nodded my head and closed my eyes. Then I sat for a bit until I felt the barber's hands beginning to yank the wax off. In contrast to the shave, this hurt. Really hurt. My smile vanished, but it was understandable, not to mention back in a few seconds once the pain eased up.

"Alright, last thing you requested was depilatory cream... Woman, you sure? You might never have hair again," the barber warned.

"Do it. Snowglobe my head with that stuff just like with the shaving cream and wax," I proudly smiled.

"Fucking psycho. Alright, be bald," the barber huffed as he poured the depilatory cream all over my head and face.

Like with the wax, this was more pain than bliss, but I had to endure it. This was the final step on my journey to bald. And once I completed my trial, I was rewarded with bliss as the barber lathered me in soothing oil and massaged my stinging head.

"And now you're done. Don't complain if you never have hair again," the barber snarled as he uncapped me.

With one touch of my now shiny smooth head, I let out a squeal. It felt better than it did before.

"No need to worry. With how good this feels, I'll be shaving it daily as part of my beauty regiment," I smirked.

"Might feel good, but not everyone might think it looks good," the barber grumbled as he headed back to the register.

I turned my attention to Zane. He looked barely conscious as blood continued to ooze out of his nose, yet he still held his phone steady.

"So, I shaved my head, and my eyebrows and eyelashes as a bonus for how stylishly you beat me. How do I look?"

Zane slowly regained life and eyed me from top to bottom. "Hot... Hot as fuck. Bald, sneakers, capris, shoulders, hot. This is the best dream ever," he mumbled.

"No, it's real," I giggled.

Zane jolted back in the chair as his eyes bulged. "Y- You really shaved your head!?"

"Yup, and you're still recording."

Zane looked down at his phone and let out a shout as he tapped the screen. "I really was. Why? You didn't need to go all out just for losing a little match."

"But I wanted to. So, I look good?"

Sadness began to overtake Zane's face, yet the word he mumbled was, "Beautiful." My dam was unable to survive such a compliment as tears began streaking down my smiling face. Once again acting on impulse, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. 

Now I've really done it. No turning back now.