Katie's Life Changes

Katie Shaves her Head

Katie's Life Changes Part 11

In this story Katie Shaves her head to help a work colleague.

This story is a continuation of Katie's life story following on from 'Katie Takes to the Catwalk Naked'

If you are looking for sex you will find it near the end, it is only a small part of the actual story.

Comments are much appreciated.

When I came back to work from my modelling job the word was well and truly out about me and my nudity. There were lots of comments about my body and I generally just ignored them if they were not good. At the same time I found it flattering when there were nice ones which most of them were. Sometimes if I was on the factory floor I would get some wolf whistles which is something I had never got before. An odd one wanted to see my tits and I was very tempted but I felt it was not the time or the place. They could see me naked in the park as I regularly walked or ran naked through it and sometimes I walked home naked from work if it was warm enough. It all died down after a few days but would occasionally come up in conversation at break times in a more inquisitive manner. If I was dining with people they were asking about how I felt doing it and so on which I was quite happy to talk about.

I had been working in my father's factory for a week or so when I became aware of Andrea having breast cancer. I had worked with her in the accounts department while on college holidays one summer so I knew her reasonably well and we got on well together. She was an unmarried mother and had an eleven year old daughter Emma. Andrea had worked part time while undergoing chemo but eventually had to give up. Andrea was only in her early thirties when she was diagnosed so it was a major blow to her. Early on in her illness she had decided to shave her head and get a wig made from her own hair as she was going to lose it anyway. She had the most beautiful natural blond hair that went halfway down her back so losing it was going to be a major blow to her esteem.

One day at lunch I was talking to a work colleague Sarah who was a close friend of Andrea's over lunch shortly after I returned from my catwalk show.

"Katie, do you know that Andrea is going to have one of her breasts removed as it is a quite an aggressive form of cancer she has?"

"I am so sorry for her that must be very tough for her to take."

"Yes it has been very hard on her and its going to hit her hard financially as well as she has to pay for extra child care for Emma and other stuff. While all her medical and salary costs are covered it's going to cost her a lot more than what she can afford and we were thinking of organising a fund raiser to help her out. The other thing is I know she would very much like you to visit her before she goes in for surgery."

"Are you sure she would like me to visit I wouldn't want to intrude?"

"Yes she asked me to ask you specifically."

"I could go on Friday evening as I have college the next three nights if that suited her."

"I'll text her and find out give me a moment, can I give her your number?"

"Yes no problem."

Sarah texted a message to Andrea and I gave her my phone number.

"We were thinking of having a meeting at lunch time next Monday to see what we can do to help her out financially would you come along? We have got the okay from your Dad as well."

"Certainly I'd be happy to help out although I don't have much time these days but I will do my best for Andrea."

"We are planning on sending out a message about it on the factory messaging system today or tomorrow so you will get all the details."

I got a message from Andrea thanking me for offering to meet her and wanted to know what time suited. I messaged back saying seven thirty as I was on dinner duty that evening.

The following Friday over dinner with Alain and my parents Dad brought up the subject of the meeting to help Andrea.

"I am actually going to meet Andrea later this evening and I will go to the meeting on Monday to see what I can do."

"I'm glad to hear that Katie as the company is planning to help out as well but I don't want to make a big thing about it if you understand. Andrea has always been a great colleague and I miss her and hope she will be back with us healthy and well soon."

"Thank you I knew you would help out and I will pass on your good wishes later."

I had to leave dinner a little early so that I could get to Andrea's apartment on time which was twenty minutes away. She let me in looking a little the tired and she was wearing a scarf on her head. She introduced me to Emma who was a really cute kid and Emma went off to her room so we could talk.

We hugged and I could feel a warmth from her.

"Do you want to take off your coat?"

"Sure."

I took off the coat revealing my tight fitting top with spaghetti straps. I noticed her looking at my chest in a curious way.

"Would you like a coffee or something else to drink?"

"Only if you are having one."

"How would you like it?"

"Black no sugar."

She produced two black coffees and some beautiful homemade cakes.

"I am so glad you came, I hear you have been making a bit of a name for yourself recently I don't think I could be naked in front of hundreds of people and I had never thought you would do anything like that from what you were like a few years ago."

"Yes I have changed a lot in recent times and it has been a liberation for me in many ways and my confidence has also grown. How are you keeping at the moment?"

I was unsure of which events she was talking about as I had been naked so often in recent times.

"I am trying to be positive but it was a blow when I discovered I was going to lose my breast. As my illness is quite aggressive my consultant has said to me it might be better to take away my second breast as well for the good of my long term health and I think I am going to go that way."

"I am sorry to hear that."

"One of the reasons I wanted to talk to you is because you have a flat chest and I want to know what it is like living without boobs."

"If you asked me that a few years ago I would have given you a completely different answer to how I feel now. I am actually quite proud of my flat chest now and am happy for people to see it. I have no problem being naked either as you might have guessed from my recent activities. Having a flat chest means no bras unless for decorative purposes. I only have one or two that are part of sexy lingerie sets and I very seldom wear them. It means you don't have boobs bouncing all over the place when exercising or running. Oh and the men generally look at your face and not your chest when they are talking to you."

"Did you ever think about implants?

"Yes a few years ago but I discovered that there can be health issues related to them so I decided to live with what I have and now I am quite happy with my decision."

"I am delighted to hear that as I was unsure of what I am going to do and want to gather as much information as possible before I decide to get reconstruction or simply go flat chested as I have to decide in the next few days with surgery due shortly."

I noticed a little tear in her eye as she spoke.

"Katie I know this might be a strange request but I hope you understand. Do you mind if I can touch your chest as I want to get some idea what it might feel like for me afterwards."

"Yes would you like me to take my top off?"

"Only, if you are okay with it."

I pulled my top over my head and I could see her looking at me taking in my body in a curious sort of way. I sat closer to her so she could touch me without having to stretch. She began to touch me gently with her fingers following the shape of my chest my ribs at the side and my nipples that stood out. It felt very sensual the way she touched me. It was almost like a lover touching me for the first time. She took the scarf off her head revealing her completely bald head to me.

"Katie I know you have a boyfriend how does he feel about your chest?"

"He is quite happy with it. If the man genuinely loves you he will not be bothered about your chest. I was quite apprehensive when I first met Alain as to how he would feel about my chest and I did not want it to be an issue and it hasn't been. However I understand you will lose your nipples as well so it could limit things in bed a little but I don't find it an issue. I have only really had one boyfriend and that's only in the last few months and it feels like a really solid relationship so far and we are quite adventurous at times if you understand me."

We had a great conversation and it was long past nine o'clock when I left. Even though she was tired she really liked to keep talking and she wanted to keep in touch which I said I would do.

Alain and I had a quiet weekend for a change other than going out for dinner on Saturday night followed by a quickie in the park on our way home. There is really something about making love in the open air. I prefer to do it naked but on this occasion it was quite busy even though it was dark as we made our way home with only the lighting along the various paths through the park. Alain lay down on a park bench and I straddled him with my dress keeping everything covered. There is something about the risk of getting caught that makes the sex better, I just can't explain it.

On the following Monday we had the meeting about raising funds for Andrea. Sarah chaired the meeting and explained Andrea's situation and we knew she was well liked by most in the factory. There were about thirty people there which was a good number for that sort of thing. A number of suggestions were bandied about when someone suggested a sponsored head shave in sympathy with Andrea as she had lost all her hair.

Two of the men volunteered pretty quickly. Marcos was one of them and he normally had a very tight hair cut so I don't think it bothered him too much.

"Are there any lady volunteers?" Sarah asked from the chair.

I sat there thinking for a few moments given I was the M.D.s daughter and I really felt for Andrea after our conversation on Friday night I put up my hand. Everyone looked round at me in surprise and I began to have second thoughts but I felt I had to do it. I was going to shave off my naturally brown hair that went all the way down to the middle of my back. Sarah said she would shave her hair as well. There was applause for the four of us. Sarah asked everyone to try and get as much sponsorship as possible and a date was set for two weeks time for the head shave.

Afterwards I started to think about what I had volunteered to do but there was no going back. It was more the practicalities of it. I felt as I had quite long hair someone might like it for a wig and I needed to find some way of donating it for that. It was also going to take years to regrow my hair to its current length. I had by far the longest hair of those who volunteered. I also needed to find sponsors and I had a very small circle of friends to call on.

I told Alain when I got back to work. He was stunned when I told him what I was going to do. After a few minutes he came around to it as he didn't know the history of the situation.

"You know it's usually the man in couple who has the bald head and the woman has the long hair. Are we into role reversal?"

"Maybe and what other role reversal can we do?" I asked in jest.

"Well um..."

Later on at dinner with my parents Dad had heard but we hadn't had a chance to talk beforehand. I was interested to hear Mum's reaction it could go one way or the other with no in between. Dad spoke first.

"Katie (he normally called me Catherine which is my proper name) I am very proud of what you are doing because Andrea has been with us since she left college and is very important member of the company. I like her a lot and had planned to do something for her but you have really come up trumps as I know how important hair is to a girl and it's going to take a long time for it grow back. I just hope your sacrifice is justified by the money that is raised."

"Thank you Dad it has probably not hit me yet what being bald actually means for me but I guess I will find out soon enough as the big day is only a little over two weeks away. I would like to donate my hair to someone who has lost their hair in some form of charity but I don't know how or who to contact but I am sure the internet will help."

"Catherine I think I should be able to help get you some sponsor ship through my friends as they like to help raise money for worthy causes and you are very brave. You know this is in some ways a bigger challenge than being naked in public as you will be living with it regardless of where you go for a long time."

I was delighted to hear she was going to help out as I have only a small circle of friends and have limited time to go searching for sponsorship.

Over the next week or so I was fully occupied with work three nights a week at college and trying to keep up with my swimming and runs in the park. Mum was coming up trumps with her circle of friends and she asked me to come join them to explain better what I was doing so I did on a Saturday morning while Alain was off playing soccer. I found it interesting to say the least because I was not only asked about the head shave but it seemed like that was an excuse to get me to join them. What they really wanted to know about was my modelling naked at the accessories show and at the arts event some weeks earlier. While most said they would never be brave enough to do something like that. I got the feeling there were some who would have really liked the opportunity to do something like I did but now in their fifties felt they no longer had the body to do it. At least they offered me a very substantial amount of sponsorship for my efforts and there were two who had gone through breast cancer among the group of fifteen.

One of the ladies came to me afterwards and told me about a charity that makes wigs for people with hair loss and she gave me their contact details. I was most grateful to her as I had found some organisations on the internet but was not sure about them or else they were in another country.

The time flew by and on the Saturday before the head shave I went to see Andrea who was due to have her operation in about ten days' time. She had heard from Sarah about what we were doing for her.

"Katie I don't know how to thank you for what you are doing for me as I know what it is like not having hair and it can be very difficult for women who are bald. I just hope you don't regret it afterwards."

"To be honest I have not had time to really think about it I have been so busy for the last few weeks."

"Sarah has quite short hair and so she will be able to grow hers back to its current length within about eight months but for you it will be about two or three years. For me you are the one making the biggest sacrifice and it will have the biggest effect on you as it will be a massive change. Mind you, you will save a massive amount of money on shampoo and conditioner!"

"Yes and showers will be a lot quicker for a while too!"

"I hear you are giving your hair to charity as well I thought you might have got a wig made for yourself with it."

"I felt I might as well make the most of the opportunity although it does mean it's going to take a long time to cut my hair off in the way that they need to. I am told it is quite a precise process."

"I know the others are getting their heads shaved at the factory are you?"

"Yes but I have to start about midday and then I will join the others to shave off my stubble when work finishes."

"Katie on what we discussed the last time we talked I have decided to go flat and not have reconstruction. I followed your advice and did more research and while it might be nice to have a normal feminine shape there seems to be too many potential downsides. I can get prosthetic boobs if I want to and wear them inside a bra. There is no rush on that. Have you ever tried them?

"To be honest I haven't as I did not realise they were available until quite recently and at this stage I am quite happy flat and I know Alain likes the real me. I don't think I could ever wear them on a date because sooner or later the bra will come off."

We continued to talk for another while on various subjects and she thanked me for being good company and for what I was doing for her.

I had been thinking of doing something more so I discussed my idea with Sarah as I did not want what I was thinking of taken up the wrong way. We came to the conclusion that it should be okay although one or two might get offended by it. However you can't make omelettes without breaking eggs so we decided I was going to do it as part of my head shave.

Wednesday came around pretty quickly and I was surprised by the amount of sponsorship that Mum had been able to get from her friends although did want to see my bald head on Saturday. Alain surprised me when he came back with about five hundred from his mates and others at the soccer club where he played. I was going to have to pay them a visit as well. I had got a small amount from some friends and acquaintances but it was Mum who really pulled out all the stops. I had over three thousand in total when the original target was about five between the four of us and most thought that very optimistic.

I had decided to wear a white loose fitting sleeveless top and a long button up skirt more for practicality than anything else. Underneath I wore a pair of running shorts as I had a few ideas running round my head as to what I might do later on. I was going to wear shorts but it just didn't feel right for some reason as I like wearing dresses and skirts as opposed to long pants or shorts. I had my ear buds with me so I could list music if I wanted to

At about midday I went to a smallish unused office where I was to get my hair cut off. I had met Karen the woman who was going to do my hair cut the previous Saturday so we could talk through what was going to happen as this was going to be a very significant day for me. I sat down on a chair that was brought in for the day as I was going to spend a number of hours there. Karen had the room all set up when I got there. To my left was a table with a large piece of paper that had a drawing on it that looked a bit like a head from the top with a lot of numbered squares on it. Behind me was a small table with all the typical hair cutting equipment and a box with elastic bands and another box with small tie on labels. There was a floor mounted tall mirror in front of me so that I could see what was going on.

Once all the preparations were done and I had a cape around my upper body Karen said.

"Katie, are you ready to start?"

"I am ready as I ever will be as I felt a nervous heart beat in my chest. Once the hair clippers starts there will be no going back. She started by combing my hair to both sides along the centre of my scalp. She then gathered little small clumps of hair along one side of the centre line and tied them with elastic bands with a numbered label attached to each one. It was a slow process and Karen was being very methodical in the way she was doing and explaining to me what she was doing.

It was around this time Dad appeared in to see how we were getting on.

"Catherine how are you?"

"At the moment, good."

He stayed for a little while sitting on a small stool opposite me and we held hands and I think we both felt a little emotional. He got up and went to leave after about five minutes after watching Karen at work.

"Catherine I will call again in a little while see you then, love you."

"I love you Dad."

Karen went the whole to the bottom of hair line at the back of my head. I could feel her tying each little clump of hair as she did so. She then carried out the same procedure on the other side of the centre line of my hair. As she was finishing off Alain appeared in, he watched for a short while before saying anything. I was beginning to wonder when would Karen start cutting my hair and I was beginning to feel a little apprehensive.