Angela

Angela

A few months back, a beautiful woman named Angela joined our company as my department’s new supervisor at the bank I work for. In her mid-30s, Angela has a very pleasant demeanor, and is very easy to work for. She’s always well-groomed and stylishly-dressed, and is definitely a welcome addition to our staff, especially compared to the bitch she replaced. I hit it off well with Angela when we first met, and before long, we became friends as well as co-workers. To my surprise, Angela was single and available, and even seemed rather lonely. I found this hard to believe, considering how pretty and nice she is.

I also became very envious of Angela’s hair–she had the most adorable curly honey blonde hair, reaching just below her collar, and it always looked perfect. I asked her one day if her hair was naturally curly, and she said, “No it isn’t, it just takes a little work.” She didn’t elaborate any further, and every time I talked about hair, Angela would quickly change the subject. I would have killed to have hair like hers–my auburn hair was about shoulder-length when I met Angela, but I could never get it to curl up like her hair, no matter how much perming I did to it. My hair was so wild and bushy, and nearly impossible to control.

One day at work, I had to spent part of the day at some of our branch locations, and didn’t return to my desk until late in the day after most everyone had gone home. I noticed the light in Angela’s office was on and the door was partly open, and I heard her talking to someone on the phone. I waited a couple minutes until she got off the phone, and stepped over to say hello and check in with her. I pushed the door open and started to knock but was shocked to see Angela seated at her desk, facing away from me, holding a curly blonde wig in her hand and brushing it out. I was even more stunned to see that Angela sitting there completely bald! Not a hair on her head! That beautiful hair I so envied was actually a wig, and Angela was as hairless as Michael Jordan!

I started to pull the door back and leave before she saw me, but the door hinge made a loud squeak, and it startled Angela. She whirled around and saw me standing in the doorway, and gasped, “Mollie! Oh my gosh–Don’t look at me!! Oh God, please don’t look at me!!” She panicked and tried to put her wig back on, but it slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. She ducked behind her desk and tried to hide while she frantically tried to put her wig on. “I didn’t think anyone else was here!” she said. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this! Oh nooo!”

I was dumbfounded. “Angela, I’m-I’m so sorry,” I stammered, “I didn’t mean to barge in on you–I had no idea…” Angela burst into tears when she realized that her secret had been revealed. I quickly closed the office door behind me and rushed over and knelt down and put my arm around Angela to comfort her as she sobbed. “My gosh, Angela, I’m soooo sorry. I don’t know what to say…” I helped her to her feet and she embraced me and started crying on my shoulder. I was in complete shock over what I’d just seen, and was suddenly very confused.

Angela began to calm down, and she dejectedly sat down in her chair, wiping the tears from her eyes as she readjusted her wig. I took her hand and gently said, “Angela, would you like to talk about it? I had no idea you wore a wig. What happened to your hair?”

“I lost all my hair earlier this year,” she began. “I was diagnosed with this condition called Alopecia, and it caused all my hair to fall out. It started as a little bald spot on top of my head, and a week later, my hair was all gone. There’s no cure for this, and I may never have hair again. I lost my boyfriend over this, I lost friends over this, and eventually ended up losing last my job because of all the time I missed because I was too ashamed to go back to work.”

I had never heard of this condition, and I felt awful for Angela. Hair is very important to a woman, and to lose it like that is like losing your femininity. Angela managed to regain her composure as she explained this condition to me, and we walked out to the parking garage together. When we reached her car, she looked at me and said, “Mollie, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this. I would die if anyone else found that I’m bald.”

“I promise I won’t tell a soul, Angela.” I assured her. “You’re my friend, and I would never betray you like that.”

“Thank you, Mollie. I appreciate that. Thanks for being my friend.” We hugged, and I headed off for my car. All that night, I couldn’t get Angela off my mind. I felt so bad for her, when I realized the hell she’d been through in recent months–losing one’s hair is every woman’s worst nightmare. A few things began to make sense to me as well.

“No wonder,” I thought to myself, “she always changed the subject when I would talk about hair.” Angela’s baldness also explained why she was lonely, too–not too many guys are attracted to bald women. I wished I could have helped her in some way, but I no clue about what to do.

The following week, Angela and I were scheduled to attend a four-day training seminar in Chicago, and she and I shared a hotel room. After a long first day of flying into town, checking in, and attending the seminar, we were both content to just kick off our high heels, remove our dresses, and lounge around in our slips and pantyhose and relax. We talked for a while, and at one point, Angela reached up to remove her wig, then hesitated momentarily.

“You don’t mind if I take this thing off, do you?” she asked.

“No, of course not,” I replied.

“Since you’ve already seen me bald, I guess you can handle it.” she said. Angela took her wig off and laid it aside and rubbed her scalp a few times.

“It’s amazing how different you look without hair,” I remarked.

“Ugly, isn’t it?” she groaned.

“No!” I replied. “Not at all. It’s just so wildly different. I never would have guessed you were bald because your wig looks so much like real hair.”

“It should for 400 bucks,” Angela said.

“$400?” I said. “Are wigs really that expensive?”

“No, not all of them,” Angela replied. “This one was made special just for me. You can get a good wig for around 50 or 60 bucks in a wig shop.”

Angela talked about her baldness some more, and all that she’d been through. “Not only did I go bald on my head, but I lost my eyebrows and eyelashes, too.” I looked a little closer, and realized that Angela’s eyebrows were painted in, and she peeled off a fake eyelash to show me that they weren’t real. “Believe it or not, even my pubic hair fell out.” She raised her slip and pulled down her black pantyhose and panties to reveal a totally hairless pussy. “I don’t have a single hair on my entire body.” I listened in amazement, and as she talked, I couldn’t get over how pretty Angela looked with no hair. The light shone off her scalp and she looked so radiant sitting there before me. Her pretty blue eyes stood out even more, and her dangly silver hoop earrings accented her baldness even more.

Angela talked about how her boyfriend left her after her hair fell out. “I would give ANYTHING to find a cure for this.” she sighed. “Mollie, how can I ever attract a man looking like this?”

“Oh, Angela, you’re a beautiful woman!” I said. “I think you look really pretty without your hair. Any man who was really worth a damn would take you as you are–hair or no hair. There has to still be some good guys left out there, so don’t be discouraged.”

The next day, we had a two-hour lunch break, so Angela and I strolled around and window-shopped downtown. We came upon a wig and hair salon, and Angela said, “Let’s see what they have.” We went in and Angela tried on a few wigs in various styles, and I critiqued them for her. I browsed around a bit, and stumbled upon a really pretty curly auburn wig that looked just like the style I’d been trying to achieve. I’d never worn a wig before, so I pulled my hair back and tied it up and tried the wig on, but it wouldn’t fit with all my hair piled up beneath it. I was really disappointed. The saleslady, Myra, said, “It would probably fit you if you cut your real hair short.” She said she didn’t have any others like it in a size larger, so I was out of luck. Too bad, because I would have bought if it fit. Angela, meanwhile, found a cute little strawberry blonde number, similar to her other wig, but somewhat shorter and she bought it.

The seminar dragged on all afternoon, and I kept thinking about the wig I couldn’t have–it was exactly the hairstyle I wanted, but my real hair was in the way! Back in our room that night, Angela and I dined over room service, and she took off her wig after the food arrived. “One good thing about being bald,” Angela quipped, “is you can take your hair off at night, and not have to wash it in the morning.” I continued to admire Angela’s bald head, and that’s when a little light came on in my head. Why not shave my OWN head? Yeah… I could shave my head, and that wig I wanted so badly would fit perfectly. I’d finally have the hairstyle I’d been coveting. I began to wonder how I’d look bald–Angela looked beautiful, why couldn’t I? Honestly, I hated my hair anyway. It was so unruly most of the time, and I hated fussing with it. If I shaved my head, I could have the hair I wanted, and no one would be the wiser. I decided to sleep on the idea.

I awoke the next morning, and got dressed. I watched Angela put on her make-up, painting in her eyebrows and putting on her fake eyelashes. She then put on her new wig, teased it a bit, and it only took her five minutes to get ready. It took me 10 minutes just to get my hair to look decent! This clinched it–I decided then and there to have my head shaved! I decided I’d surprise Angela with it later, so I didn’t tell her anything about it.

During our lunch break, I asked Angela if she wouldn’t mind if we split up for a while, and she didn’t mind. I headed straight for the wig salon, and asked Myra if she could give me a haircut, and she was able to fit me in. “What would you like done, Sweetie?” she asked.

“I would like you to shave my head completely.” I said confidently.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “I want to be bald like my friend that was here with me yesterday, and I want to be able to fit into that pretty auburn wig I tried on.”

“Oh my!” Myra gasped. “You’re really determined to get that wig, aren’t you?”

“I hate my hair anyway,” I smiled. “Help me get rid of it, please!”

“If that’s what you want.” Myra said. She led me into a private booth and I prepared myself mentally. Myra assembled the necessary tools, and I took a last look in the mirror.

“I can’t bear to watch, though,” I said. “I might chicken out, so turn me away from the mirror, please.” Myra did as I asked, and brushed out my hair. She switched on the electric clippers and ran them across the top of my head. I felt a charge go through my body as Myra sheared off my hair. What a strange feeling! I could feel my panties and hose getting wet as my hair continued slipping off my head. Myra continued until there was no more hair, and switched off the clippers. I reached up and felt my stubble- covered head, and I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

Myra lathered up my head and carefully shaved it smooth. “I’ve shaved some men’s heads before,” she said, “but you’re the first woman I’ve ever done.” It seemed to take her forever to finish, and I couldn’t stand the suspense much longer.

“All done!” Myra announced. “You look just like your friend now!”

I touched my newly-shaven scalp, and it felt exquisite! I felt so naked, too. Myra swung the chair around toward the mirror and my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Who was this bald beauty I saw? It was me!! “Oh God, I’m really bald!” I exclaimed. “I love this! I can’t believe how smooth it looks!” I couldn’t keep my hands off my head. Myra disappeared momentarily and returned with the beautiful wig I wanted so badly, and handed it to me to try on. Now it fit perfectly, and it looked absolutely adorable. I was in heaven!

“Would it be too much trouble to shave my eyebrows?” I asked.

“Not at all,” said Myra, and she dabbed on the shave cream and removed my eyebrows very easily. I looked so strange without them, but I loved it. I took out my eyeliner pencil and painted them back in, just like Angela.

“One more thing,” I said. “Is there any way you could shave my other hair off?” and pointed toward my crotch.

“Why not?” said Myra. “I shave my own, so I have experience at it.” I quickly removed my skirt and pulled my pantyhose and panties down and Myra lathered me up and shaved my pussy smooth. It looked elegant, and felt divine. My body was now totally hairless, except my eyelashes, which I decided to keep because I hate wearing fake ones. I couldn’t wait to surprise Angela with what I’d done.

I wore my new wig out of the salon and strolled back to the seminar, feeling exhilarated. I couldn’t believe I was bald beneath those auburn curls. I hooked up with Angela, and she immediately noticed my new look. “Mollie!” she exclaimed, “You got the wig you wanted! You must have cut your hair, didn’t you?”

“Yep!” I grinned. “I sure did!”

“Oh, Mollie, you look wonderful! I really like it!” Angela smiled.

I couldn’t wait for the seminar to end that day, and I didn’t pay much attention to what I was supposed to be learning. Angela and I had dinner at a nice restaurant that evening, and returned to our hotel room about 8:00.

“Angela,” I said coyly, “I have something to show you.” I removed my skirt and hose, then pulled my panties down to show Angela my shaved pussy.

“Oh my goodness,” Angela gasped. “When’d you do that?”

“When I had my hair cut today.” I moved closer to Angela and took her hand and raised it to my forehead so she could feel above my eyes where my eyebrows used to be.

“You shaved your eyebrows off, too!”

I smiled at Angela and turned around and said, “Now pull my wig off.”

Angela gently tugged at my wig and pulled it slowly off my head and I quickly whirled around, smiling from ear to ear and sent Angela into shock. “MOLLIE! YOU SHAVED ALL YOUR HAIR OFF!!” she exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, Mollie, you’re BALD! Did you do this because of me?”

“Of course I did,” I smiled. “I wanted this wig so much, and I figured you look pretty with no hair, so why can’t I?”

Angela put her hands over her heart and said, “Mollie, I’m flattered. I don’t know what to say! I’m very touched that you would do this. I admire your courage. You look incredible!”

“You really like it?” I asked.

“I love it!” Angela grinned. She ran her hands over my scalp and said, “God, you’re as smooth as I am!” Then she reached down and felt my bald pussy mound, I suddenly became aroused. I pulled Angela to me and tugged at her wig and removed it from her head. I ran my hands over her scalp, then we embraced in a passionate kiss. “Make love to me, Mollie,” Angela moaned, and we quickly stripped and climbed into bed. I’d never been with a woman before, but it was such an amazing and wonderful experience to be with Angela that night. I felt so sexy without hair, and Angela looked so incredibly gorgeous, and things happened so fast there was no stopping it.

We woke up in each others arms the next morning, and just smiled at each other. “Let’s skip that damn seminar today,” Angela said, and we frolicked in bed all morning. It turned out to be a one-time event, making love to Angela, but it was a nice diversion for both of us between boyfriends. Angela even gave me a nice promotion when we returned to the office for “going above and beyond the call of duty”! Everyone loved my new “hair” too, but no one had a clue that it was a wig. I loved the feeling of being bald, and continued to shave my head regularly. Thoughts of going public with it entered my head…

THE END

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