Miki Yurigahara a 21 year old fresman began a new career in Shibuya. she was working as an assistant to an manager in MNC technology trading company and her day to day job was to make sure they had all the files they needed and that the calendar was updated with meetings and appointments.
It was a nine to five type of job and I dressed business casual. She was 5ft , her hair was long just 57 inches and kept it highlighted on top of her chestnut brown hair. She would usually put her hair up in a fishtail bun while at the office to keep it out of her face. Plus it gave her a little bit more of a business look.
Her boss Tengen Hoshi always complimented her when she wore her hair down. He always said he loved her hair and if she ever got out of the could be a hair model with how long and thick it was. I've never been very attracted to Mr Hoshi as he was in his 50's and was just an average guy with a short fade and had a little face scruff. On nights out from work, she liked to meet with her friends at the pub and have drinks.She would always kept her hair up when she went out, and would take it out of my bun or pony if there was a cute guy around. She loved to turn head head and let it toss across her back while falling back into place. Sometimes she would catch the attention of a guy and run his hands through her hair while she bit her lower lip. That was always good for a free drink. She has got light brown eyes and her skin has a great olive glow, but by far from her best asset is her thick long hair.
She was used to getting a trim about every 6 weeks or so. Her stylist was from Hokkaido and always so careful to take just under a half inch off each time to ensure her hair stayed long and healthy. She highlighted ever other visit.
Today was a highlight day. she woke up and put on some workout clothes and sneakers and wrapped her hair into a bun as she eft the apartment.
When she got to the salon, it was closed and when she called, the stylist said she left the city to join back to her parents as she was getting married in coming week. She then gave Miki a number and says that the salon is great and she had learnt from that beautician. Agreeing with her, she walked a couple of houses and went to salon which was near the shrine.
Fear instantly crept over her as she hated change and she loved that the stylist respected that. But she needed a trim and was desperate for some new highlights, so accepted that she would be in good hands with a new stylist. As she approached and entered the salon, She was spotted by two sylists wearing a Samue with apron and wore a kimono skirt. The interior was unique with exquisite retro look. It had healing music which ringed her ears. As both came near they bowed
"To the Winds of flower, to the stream of the river, Welcome to Katsumi Beauty. We are at your service, How can we help you"
"Umm.. I was recommended by Shinomiya that you could do something with my hair and give it a trim and highlights"
As she said, the pale white woman came forward "Hello, I'm Katsumi Kejoro. I'm going to be your stylist for today!"
"Nice to meet you , I'm Miki Yurigahara. Can you really do my hair like Shinomiya?"
"Yes, most of them, I used to teach her,when she was a rookie."
she then escorted her to the chair facing the mirror. Miki have to admit, Katsumi made her a little nervous at first. She was a little plain with white skin. With her slightly cheekbone cheeks and bright red eyes, she pulled the look off well. She was slightly taller and had perfect curves .She had never been attracted to another girl before, but something was different about her. She wasn't sure how to take it all in.
"So what are we doing today?" Katsumi asked as she ran her fingers into my scalp picking up Miki's hair and pulling it down across the white cape she had stretched over her.
"Just highlights and a trim" she spoke with a little shyness.
"Alright" she said with a little bit of boredom to her demeanor. "How often do you visit Shinomiya?"
Miki old her about her stylist and her week routine. She was specific to mention how careful Shinomiya was to only take about a half inch or so to maintain my length. Highlights were every other trip, to save money and also to make sure her healthy hair stayed that way. She never wanted it to get too bleached out or burnt from the chemicals.
Katsumi nodded and took a breath like she was disappointed, but nonetheless said professionally, "I see, well let's get you washed up and get to work."
Letting her assistant Chisato take care of the washing her hair. The shampoo was amazing. Chisato worked her fingers across every inch of her scalp and was working her hands in a circular motion picking up and putting down her heavy hair with each pass.
"You have a ton of hair. I can't imagine what its like to carry all this around everyday" said Chisato
she took that as a backhanded compliment. "Well I'm used to it, I've always taken good care of it. My boss said I could be a hair model in another life."
She responded a little annoyed, "You would have to change it up quite a bit if you really wanted to be a hair model."
Miki was a little taken back. "I meant for commercials like shampoo and conditioners always show."
"Oh THAT type of hair model. Yeah, I guess you could pull that off." she laughed. "What type of hair model were you thinking of?"
As Katsumi joined in she said at point"Well the type that is up for anything. You know, can change up their look and not be too concerned with always keeping the same style. It's not for everybody, but a real hair model has to be confident in any look they may get. And they should be willing to try new things and experiment."
This got her mind turning. Was she afraid of change? She had always kept her hair like this since high school, when she felt like she needed to maintain a look to be attractive to the boys. It had become her trademark and identity. She tried to counter what she was saying.
"Well I don't know how often I would be able to change things up with my schedule and everything. I stay so busy. Plus my boss loves my hair this way so I keep it the same to stay in good graces."
She retorted, "Oh you keep your looks for your boss. That seems like a good reason!"
She was definitely being sarcastic. It was a little humiliating and demeaning, but it was also strangely a turn on. Miki didn't know what came over herbut she lurted out…
"Well what would you do if you were in my shoes?"
Chisato lit up a little. "Really? I would trust a stylist like Katsumi Onee-san to give me style. It's in the job description of course. I don't know that you would be up for what I think you could do with your hair and besides even my Onee-san gave me this Bob look and I too have her a modernized look"
Now Miki's mind was racing. She said this like she wanted to change her. A new feeling came over her that she had never had, she wanted to lose control to someone that spoke so honest and sincere with her. She was overtaken with thoughts and feelings and needed to do something about it. she needed a change.
She speaks to them "If I told you that you can do whatever you want with my hair today, what would you do". She asked expecting a detailed answer.
Katsumi smiled "I would turn your back to this mirror and surprise you with a completely new look. But you would need to come and see me a little more often than your current situation."
"How often?" she asked while wanting her to say as often as possible.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She smiles. So confident. So sexy and strong minded.
Miki submitted. And it felt great.
"I would like to know actually. Do it! Whatever you think is best. I completely trust you know your business."
"Now we are talking! No more questions. Katsumi Onee-san is taking control now and you are going to leave here a different woman. But you're going to need to come and see us every 3 to 4 weeks"
"Splendid dear!.. so, I'm going to start with cutting more than the half inch you're used to, and you're going to deal with it." said Katsumi
Miki's fate was sealed. She had control and she was the passenger along for the ride. she was anxious and nervous but turned on and feeling so good about whatever she was going to do to her.
"I will do whatever you ask. I trust you to style me as you see fit."
With that after Chisato washed, she was taken back to the chair where Katsumi gathered the hair into a ponytail and turned the chair away from the mirror.
"This has got to go!"
The scissors scrunched through her ponytail right around the base of her neck. What seemed like hours, in seconds her head was light. Her hair fell around her face and hung no lower to her shoulders. After the initial cut, she combed it out and began sectioning it off, using clips to secure each part. She worked from the back to the left side, taking smaller sections from each clip and trimming off sometimes inches, sometimes less. Over and over she cut back to the front and used her hands to ruffle Miki's hair about. She repeated the process on the other side, from back to the front. And then she came around the chair to face her. She pulled the front sections of her hair down on each side and cut them just a slight bit below her chin. She then proceeded to take each section and point cut into the strands taking little bits of hair with each snip. The cutting process was long, but it actually felt good. Then she walked to the drawer and grabbed clippers. she could hear her popping an attachment to them and popped them to life.
"You're going to love this!" Chisato said mischievously sitting in the waiting chair.
Katsumi ran the clippers slightly into the back of her hair and worked them up her hair line. Again she tossed the now much shorter hairs back and forth with her hand. She was right, it felt amazing. When she stopped. She walked around her several times and took scissors back into her ends, trimming here and there. When she was done, She knew it by the smile on her face.
"Wow, Miki chan you look great, it's my turn now. Lets bring some color to this do!" said Chisato as she led her back to a different chair and began mixing different liquids and creams into a bowl. there were 3 different bowls she put together. then she sectioned off ger hair and began applying with a brush. When the color was all painted on, she wrapped Miki's head up with a plastic cap and told she needed to sit for 45 minutes.
The anticipation was killing her. What had I done? Or what had I let them do to me? Would I still be pretty? What will people thinK? Would I ever feel the same again? So many thoughts ran through her mind.
When the wait was over, she removed the cap and took back to the shampoo bowl. She rinsed and rinsed and massaged her head. Miki was in heaven. And she loved her control she had over her hair's fate. When she was all rinsed out, she began blow drying and brushing Miki's hair.
Miki knew it was much shorter as she saw the hairs flying across her face. Finally, she was done and took her back to the chair. Katsumi circled her yet again and took little tiny snips around here and there. Then she combed her out and ran her hands up the back of her hair and lifted while applying a little bit of spray.
"Are you ready?" Katsumi asked with a smirk as Chisato took pictures in each angle.
"I think I am." She said, nervous and excited.
Katsumi spun the chair around and she ooked into the mirror at what I had become.
The girl staring back at her was hot! Her once mid back chestnut brown hair was now mostly black, with blue and purple strands underneath. She gave her a mirror to look at the back. It was stacked up to my occipital bone at the middle of her head and angled down to just below chin length at the front. She couldn't believe it.
"Give it a good shake" she insisted.
Miki tuned her head back and forth from side to side. The cut swooshed across her face and the back bounced perfectly back into form when I stopped. Miki had a meticulously cut angled bob. Colored with a mix of black, blue and purple.She was a new woman. She couldn't help but take her hand from under the cape and reach it into the highly stacked back and poof it up for that volume. She felt alive. She had left her apartment as a pretty, preppy, business type blondie and was going to leave this salon as a stylish badass.
Katsumi took the cape off and she paid and thanked both of them . Chisato then handed her a card to set appointment for next visit.
Miki open the door and walked out and turned the card over and she had written the salon number on the back with a heart and a little note that said, "drinks later with three of us?"
A devilish smile emerged as she tucked the card into her purse. She walked down the street and her hair was bouncing and swishing about. She felt so sexy. So confident.