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Danielwartist Hobbyist Digital Artist Deviantart Hair Cuts Makoto and shantae’s risky new haircuts makoto naegi and shantae sideshave story it was a bright sunny day in sequin land as makoto naegi and his family walked on the docks of scuttle town as they took in the sights of the town. they were on a trip as part of summer vacation, visiting the town as the last part of their trip. Eliza's haircut part 2. the barberette stood there waiting for eliza to approach, a sinister grin was smeared across her face. eliza felt incredibly nervous, and was hesitant to approach the chair. she simply sat in the waiting room chair, unable to move. “next!” the barberette said, louder this time.

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Long To Short forced haircut Stories Ritu S Birthday haircut 4 By

Long To Short Forced Haircut Stories Ritu S Birthday Haircut 4 By You lean in to peck her once again, but this time she grabs the back of your head and plants a big, long, wet one on your lips. "now we're even!" she says, as she lets go of your head to mess with your hair once again. you stare at her, mouth agape. "too bad," she says, as she continues to mess with your hair. My hair was cut and styled in the modern fashion style: an undercut that was gelled up on top. this is my story of how i was humiliated. when i got into 11th grade, my priorities shifted. i stopped focusing as much on school and more on my social life. i started partying and going out with girls, more and more. You have found the premier site for hair related stories. stories on this site may contain both female and male haircuts, head shaving, buzzing, etc. please feel free to read some of the stories here dealing with haircuts that take place in the barbershop, home, school, army, prison or other locations. whether you like reading … continued. Seems like old times. it was the mid eighties. it was the summer after graduating high school, and, i had only had control of my hair style for a year, or so. i was always told when i would have to go see my mother’s stylist and given whatever style my mother and her would decide on. once i started to drive, i was free to fend for myself, and.

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