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The evening continues, and just keeps getting better.

"Fuck it." I said under my breath. As I pulled up in front of my apartment, of course Mrs. Bentley was outside again. "Doesn't that woman ever go inside?" I thought to myself as I shut off the engine and stepped out. She didn't say anything, I think she didn't dare. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" which indicated her shock at my baldness.

I slammed the door to my apartment and collapsed on the sofa, exhausted. I ran my hands over my closely cropped head and sulked. Without thinking I reached for the TV remote and switched it on. The news was on so I watched the daily spew of stories that spilled out of the anchor's mouth.

"Next up, it seems that superstar Valerie Vincent has traded her famous blonde hair for a bald head" A commercial popped on and I was going to be sick. I reached for the remote to shut the damn thing off, but I wanted for some reason to hear what they said.

As the news came back on I had to listen to a few stories before the "Valerie Vincent" headline came up. Suddenly there I was, in all my bald glory, appearing to be yelling something at a guy. The newscaster began, "Valerie Vincent was seen to day in Bridgetown, leaving a barber shop and sporting a new bald look. This photo was taken by an anonymous source but apparently Miss Vincent was none to pleased with a gentleman, as she shouted obscenities at him while getting into her car." The anchor continued as the photo was zoomed in and it clearly showed me and my bald head. "Sources close to the artist have said that it was definitely a case of mistaken identity as

her golden locks are still quite attached to her head. Skeptics though are speculating that this may be part of a publicity stunt to garner more attention before the release of her newest album called "Bare"". I switched off the TV and curled into ball on the sofa. This was unbelievable.
Not having had a very good nights sleep, I drifted off to sleep. No crazy dreams this time, just a restful nap, which I so desperately needed. I woke up a couple of hours later and made a cup of coffee, trying to shake off the "drowsies". Still startled by my new appearance I found myself stopping at every mirror I passed to run a hand over my sandpaper scalp. "Well that just feels shitty." I remarked as my hand made a few passes over my head. "I should just shave it smooth, and be done with it." I thought, as I set my coffee on the edge of the bathroom sink. I grabbed a fresh razor from the container and placed the scissors back in, damn things.

My original locks of hair still lay on the tiled floor. I scooped them up and went to throw them out when I got nostalgic and placed them carefully in a zip lock baggy. I threw it in a kitchen drawer not caring about it after that and hopped in the shower. The water felt strange against my exposed scalp but not nearly so strange as the razor did as it scraped away all my remaining stubble. I admitted to feeling aroused by the whole thing, especially the smoothness of my head after I dried off. I sprinkled some baby powder on it and dusted it around until it glowed white and shiny. "Hmmm, that's much better." I mused as I flopped back on the sofa.

I reached down to pick up a piece of paper that dropped as I sat down and saw that it was the number and address of that Dr. Brandenburg. After today I was ready for him. I grabbed my cell and dialed the number, getting the usual voice mail jargon and figured I would have to leave a message which might be returned next year some time. Right in the middle of the spiel a real person popped on.

"Dr. Brandenburg's office, may I help you?" Almost too bubbly.

"I sure hope so." Was my immediate response.

"Do you understand what we do here?" She asked, understandably, as I think there weren't a lot of people with this problem out there.

"I think so, but perhaps, just to be sure, you could explain it to me." I quizzed.

"We specialize in, shall we say, toning down beauty.

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