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"Whenever there is a sexy broad on TV dressed in leather, tight fitting rubber, latex, vinyl, thigh high boots  or other small perversities he is practically drooling in front of the screen."

He has always been looking with fascination at other females all dressed up in leather, the more the better.  Whenever there is a sexy broad on TV dressed in leather, tight fitting rubber, latex, vinyl, thigh high boots  or other small perversities he is practically drooling in front of the screen.  He is particularly interested when Roxette,  Annie Lennox or Sinaed, practically bald headed, show up on the screen.  Slightly perverted fashion show with lots of leather always results in a massive amounts of comments.

Well, who has not sometime been dreaming of looking like these special people?  How they behaved, dressed and looked.  At least it has always appealed to me. Always felt a slightly exhibitionistic with a  need to show off from time to time.  I know that he loves me and that looking at other women is just his way of looking at the menu while dining at home.

I started some years ago, early in the winter.  We where at the local shopping-mall, just window shopping when he suddenly stopped in front of  a store selling leather jacket and such.  He stood there watching two ladies, in their early forties, both dressed in leather boots and leather pants. They where obviously looking at leather coats as one was holding one up and the other one evaluating it.  The evaluating one pulled of her jacket and put on the leather coat.  Her friend commented something and pulled out a hat while she talked, the other one pulled of her wool cap and exposed a nearly shaven head.  Less than ½  centimeter all over her head, clearly neatly cut.  I must admit it looked very “fresh” stylish and quite unexpected.  His chin dropped and he looked paralyzed, barely managing “Oh,  shiiiiitttt.. that is one sexy broad.”  Standing there stupefied, gaping like a fish on land.

This made a massive impression on him as he kept commenting it several times a day for weeks. 

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"The first purchase was a pair of though looking thick leather pants, high waist, bib and suspenders."

The next purchase came a few days later.  A tight fitting leather mini dress, tight turtleneck with a zipper in the back of the neck allowing for a hole just big enough for my head, long sleeves.  It was clinging to my body like it was painted on.  Back at home I took a pair of scissors and cut the dress off at the hips, making it into a top, before hiding it with the trousers. 

Some weeks later I made my final purchases.  First I went into a ski equipment store and bought a tight fitting black balaclava helmet of thin stretchy cotton.  The facial opening went from eyebrows to my lower lip only showing the center of my face.  The rest of my head and neck was covered tightly like a swimming cap or rubber diving-hood.  A sheep skin leather cap with ear flaps which you can tie under your chin, smooth leather on the outside and fur lining and edges, quite popular in Scandinavia and Russia because of their excellent protection and warmth.

Same day I bought a pair of black leather boots.  The kind that looks like military boots , coarse rubber soles, laced up front, except that these went all the way to my knees.  The last purchase was a pair of elbow length leather gloves, to complete  my idea of a surprise to him. 

Everything went straight into the closet.

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"Smell of leather overpowering and it gave me the association of an intercourse."

I got up fairly early on Saturday morning.  Sneaked out of the bed, not to awake him, and in to the bathroom where I locked the door.  Plenty of Nairn in my crotch, waiting 10 minutes before entering the shower.  A completely naked, smooth sex revealed itself.  Dried my  long  silky hair with the blow-drier, jumped into my jeans and pulled on my thick, colorful turtleneck woolen sweater, the old leather jacket, before driving in to the office.

It was one of these cold windy winter morning, -10 degree C and snow in the air.  Not many people on the road on an early Saturday morning and luckily no one in the office as I looked myself in , turning the key and shaking the door twice to be sure it was looked.

Down to business, stripping down to absolutely nothing before I started to pull on the leather top, the one that used to be a mini dress.  Sensual feeling pulling my head through the leather and in to the turtle neck.  Smell of leather overpowering and it gave me the association of an intercourse.  Smoothing the leather down my body, feeling really sexy and getting aroused, zipping up the turtleneck  and pulling my hair out letting it flow down my shoulders.  My whole upper body engulfed in tight fitting black leather.  Inserting a tampon in expectation of what to come,  before I pulled on my leather pants.  Fastening the suspenders over my shoulders,  running my hands down my hips and thighs, smoothening my sexy leather cocoon, feeling my whole leathered body.  A fantastic feeling, bare skin against coarse leather and the overpowering sensual smell that leather gives. Socks and laced boots next, of course with my pants down inside the boots.  My multicolored sweater and lastly the leather jacket zipped and buttoned all the way up to the top of the high collar.  One sexy broad going to town, all leather and long flowing hair in the winter wind.

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"I was getting quite hot between my legs".

The receptionist, a multicolored teenager, without a word, just pointed to a chair as soon as I had taken my jacket off.  I sat down and one of the stylists came over, equally colorful.  She took a walk around the chair, pulling my hair lightly before asking what I wanted done today, as I was a regular customer.  Feeling my voice trembling slightly and much hoarser than usual, I said, I wanted it all off.  Really short ½ centimeter on top and even less on the sides and at the back, nearly smooth shaved, like they used in the army years ago.

She looked stunned for a second or two before asking if I really meant it.  Repeating my statement, a little firmer this time, resulted in some action.  She disappeared into a back room getting another two young girls out  and I had to repeat the order once more.  She finally believed me and asked if I wanted my hair washed first.  I said that would not be necessary, just get going.  As a matter of fact my nerves was starting to act up at this point and I had to collect all my courage to insist on this extreme action, I was getting close to just get up and leave the place.

After repeating my last request she just picked up a pair of clippers, put on some kind of an attachment, and without a word pushed my head forward.  Without any warning I felt the machine bite into the hair in my neck.  The sound deepened and I felt light  tugging in my hair.  As it moved up the buzzing sound in my head increased and I could feel coldness in my neck tracing the machine as it moved.   When she reach the top of my head she just raised my head and continued all the way straight through the fringe.  I could feel the bare spot as it grew and I could definitely see all the long hair falling in my lap.  It fell in large lumps like bundles of straws, scaring.   I suddenly wondered what I was doing, but as I looked up in the mirror and saw the nearly bald 5 centimeters wide  and ½ centimeter  high path straight over my head I realized that the time for regrets had passed.  I could actually see my own skull through the thin layer of hair and on each side it was the normal length, rather weird looking.

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"Cool, it is fantastic and you look much younger." 

Next pass started in front of my left ear and straight to the buzzed path on top of my head.  I did not dear to look, shut my eyes and let the buzzing go on.  Very exiting, but scary, as I could feel her finishing one side and moving on to my right side, repeating it all.  I could feel large lumps of hair falling in my lap and my head getting colder and colder.  I could even feel the breath of the hairdresser when she finished one path to start on the next.  The lightness of my head was incredible as I was sitting there pretending to close my eyes to avoid getting hair in them.  Actually scared stiff and at the same time getting very aroused, strange combination.

She finally finished, what proved to be the first buzzing.  As I opened my eyes and looked at this nearly bald stranger in the mirror, she removed the attachment and bent my head forward again.  The buzzing sound started again and the machine worked with the same force as earlier.  This time I could feel cold steel in my neck and she stopped before reaching the top of my head.  After the first path I took my hand back to the neck and felt the nearly bald spot up my neck.  She continued as last time, but a lot faster.  I was sitting there looking at all the hair on the floor and in my lap unable to raise my glance to the mirror and look at what was happening.  This time small pieces of hair was drizzling to the floor, disappearing among the long hair already there.  Now I thought I could feel even the slightest breeze moving through the shop. 

The lack of hair felt enormous, like being completely naked out in strong wind.   She stopped buzzing and immediately got some shaving cream in her hand which she smeared at my lower hairline.  I might call it my new hairline, which I actually never seen before.  Having enough courage to look in the mirror I watched the new, unknown, stranger looking back at me.  The stylist was shaving the last lather around my ears as I sat there watching this stranger.  Suddenly she said “Viola” and removed the cape.  I was stunned.  Everything up to the neck was recognizable, but from there on only the eyes seemed to be the same.  Ears sticking out, a round and very even skull showing, a face without the usual frame of hair.  I took my hands up to my head and felt the new me, very smooth and soft to the touch, quite a chance.  The lower part of my sides and the back did not have any hair at all, shaved smooth.  Just over my ears I could barely make out some shade of hair, increasing slightly as it got closer to the top of my head.  I felt very confused and must admit that I regretted it all very much for a few seconds. 

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"My man would, hopefully, would turn crazy if I played my cards right.   A really cropped beauty, very sexy and extraordinary. " 

I sat there for a few minutes studying this new me.  No one said a word until the receptionist broke the silence by saying “Cool, it is fantastic and you look much younger.”  That brought me out of the trance and I got up, paid my bill, the cheapest haircut I have had in years.  I put on my leather jacket, zipped up and went outside.

The coldness on my head was enormous and unexpected.  Like the wind went straight through my head .  I kept looking around for anybody I knew and suddenly realized that no-one would probably recognize me anyway.  A nearly bald leather clad girl walking in the winter morning.  I walked to the nearest coffee shop and  made a quick call to my man at home.  “Meet me in front of the bank on main street in 30 minutes.  I have a surprise for you and I know you will love it”.  He sounded slightly confused but agreed immediately.

Thereafter straight into their single toilet where I looked the door securely behind me. 

Zipped down my jacket and pulled it off together with the heavy sweater.  Stood there looking and admiring this sexy leather stranger in front of me. Touching my hair, feeling the 5 o’clock shadow increasing to stubble and ending up as a soft pelt on top, fantastic feeling  at the same time stroking the leather, getting very aroused thinking about what kind of sex this could lead to.  My man would, hopefully, would turn crazy if I played my cards right.   A really cropped beauty, very sexy and extraordinary.   

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