haircut sissyboy

"First things first is cut that hair. You look like a sissy." anne felt the necklace thrum once again, no matter how much she wanted to refuse she found herself nodding "Yes sir." She didn't want to cut her hair, she loved her hair!

Hector held a small walkie-talkie and handed it to her. "I'll be watching you on the monitors so don't think about running away. I'll also be giving you more instructions as I come up with them and if you don't obey there will be consequences." Anne wondered what could possibly be worse than having the cops called on her. What if they arrested her and put her in jail with a bunch of boys! The necklace glowed, it's power still influencing her. "Now get going."

Anne left the security office as she was ordered. She wanted to run away but her feet compelled her to keep walking. And so she did, she walked until she found the barbershop in the mall. She knew there was a perfectly good salon on the other side of the mall but she found herself in the barbershop standing before an older man offering her a seat.

"What'll it be today?" he asked her.

"I need a haircut." she informed him and he chuckled sitting her down in the chair.

"I figured." She felt the necklace glow again as the barber came under it's influence.

"Why dont you just sit back and relax, I'll get you all set up." Anne closed her eyes as she heard the typical sounds of scissors cutting hair. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.

Benny the barber didn't bother to ask how short she wanted it or anything for that matter. Something inside him told him just what to give her.