Emily undid the last button of her shirt and let it slide off her body to join her jeans on the floor. She slipped out of her underwear and stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring the perfect figure she saw in the reflection.

She had pinned her hair up for the day but now that all of her work was done, she could let it down. The moment she freed the locks and shook them, they cascaded down her back in a river of blonde curls, right down to below the small of her back. She shook her head again and pulled the golden mass over her shoulder.

Just as she started to brush her hair, the door opened and Nathan walked in.

“Hey beautiful, need any help with that?” he asked and, without waiting for her reply, took the hairbrush from her hand and pulled it gently through her golden tresses.

Emily tilted her head back and relaxed, enjoying Nathan’s hands caressing her hair.

Nathan pulled a lock of Emily’s hair straight and, as always, was astounded by how long it was. The curl of the hair made it look like the hair was only waist-length, but pulled straight, it reached well below her round buttocks.

He turned her around and took a step back, taking in the view. The delicate features of her face, her slim body with full breasts, perfectly shaped butt and long smooth legs.

Perfection, he thought.

“If you’re done staring, you can get back to what you were doing.” Emily said and smiling, turned back again.

“Today?” Nathan asked and put his arms around Emily and hugged her close.

She knew exactly what he was talking about. And she knew what her answer was going to be. She took a deep breath and let it out. She turned around and kissed her boyfriend slowly, taking in everything she was feeling and committing it memory.

They pulled their lips apart and looked into each others eyes. Their pupils were dilated with desire.

“Yes, today,” Emily said and leaned back against the mirror.

Nathan nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Emily with her thoughts. She looked into the mirror again and caressed her hair, her mind lost in thought.

Nathan opened the cabinet where he kept the things he had bought specially for this day. He took them out and on his way to the bedroom, picked up an old newspaper. He pushed the door open and saw Emily standing there lost in thought.

Probably having second thoughts, he thought and walked over to her.

He spread the newspaper on the ground and set his tools on the table.

“Come here sweetheart,” he said in his gentlest tone and stood up straight.

Emily snapped out of her reverie and turned to face him with a shaky smile. She saw the scissors in his hand. They were new. And so were the comb, spray bottle and clippers that he had put on the dresser.

Nathan cupped his hands around Emily’s face and looked into her eyes, “Don’t worry, the worst that could happen is you look the same right?”

She giggled a bit and pushed him back, “Get started already, will you?”

“Alright,” he put his arms around her shoulders and parted her golden hair in the middle and pulled the locks in front, half over her right shoulder and half over her left. He then pulled the two sections of hair into separate ponytails tied just above her breasts.

“Take this,” he said and put the scissors into her hand, “And take the one on your left side off.”

She looked at him, then at the scissors and her hair.

She brought the scissors up and put the ponytail between the blades. For just a second her resolve wavered, she was about to cut off years and years of growth. She looked at Nathan again. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead, “Don’t chicken out on me. It’ll grow back if you don’t like it. Eventually...”

“OK.”

She tightened her grip on the scissors and closed it. The blades didn’t cut through the whole pony, her hair was thick after all.

The blades of the scissors opened and closed repeatedly, making crunching noises as they severed the golden stands. The ponytail came free as Emily cut the last lock of hair. She held it up and regarded it.

Nathan took severed ponytail from her and held it up. He pulled the rubber band off and let the hair drop to the floor. The locks scattered and settled around their feet, forming patterns that no human could hope to recreate.

Seeing her hair like that, scattered all over the floor was, for some reason, turning Emily on. Nathan took hold of the other ponytail and started to cut it off. The scissors sang their crunching, snicking song again as his strong fingers moved the blades faster than Emily’s.

The second ponytail came off quicker than the first. Emily took it from Nathan and pulled the rubber band off. She held it up in front of Nathan’s face and let the strands fall slowly, scattering them more than before.

Nathan smiled. He had not expected her to take it this well, not after all the fuss she had made when he had first suggested that she cut her hair, months ago.

He pushed her hair back and kissed her lightly on her neck. He slowly moved up toward her face, kissing and caressing her soft skin with his lips.