Rapunzel Mom Pramila's transformation into A Chic Bob by Sandhya Aunty
Storyline:
The story centers around the protagonist's desire to see his mother, Pramila, cut her long, cherished hair into a chic chin-length bob. Pramila has two close friends in the neighborhood, Mita and Sanju, who also have long hair and initially encourage Pramila to maintain her length. The protagonist devises a plan to subtly influence these two aunties to persuade Pramila to cut her hair, playing on their insecurities and ambitions.
Beginning of the Story:
I belong to a small, picturesque village in Odisha. Our village is known for its close-knit community and the strong bonds between neighbors. This is the story of how I convinced my mother to cut her long, cherished hair into a chic chin-length bob, with the unexpected help of her closest friends. My mother, Pramila, is a beautiful 42-year-old woman with a fair complexion and a slightly chubby build. Her most striking feature is her 42" long hair, which cascades down to her buttocks in a thick, dark black wave. She takes immense pride in her hair, meticulously maintaining its thickness from root to tip.
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Mita: The eldest and most stylish of the group, Mita aunty is slim and elegant. She regularly trims her hair, currently flaunting 36 inches of straight, brown hair that falls gracefully to her hips.
From a young age, I was captivated by these beautiful women and their lively conversations. This fascination grew into a strong attraction towards girls with long hair. During my school years, my crushes were primarily based on this criterion. As I explored the internet, I delved deeper into the world of long hair, eventually becoming obsessed with haircut videos and stories. This fueled a burning desire within me to watch and perform haircuts on long-haired women. Seeing my mother’s beautiful hair every day intensified this desire. I often fantasized about what she would look like with a shorter hairstyle. I decided to set a plan in motion, one that involved subtly influencing her friends, Mita and Sanju, to help me achieve my goal.
Scene 1: Long Hair Styling and Appreciation
One sunny afternoon, the three women gathered in our courtyard for their usual get-together. Today, however, they had planned a special session of hair styling and appreciation. With a basket of hair accessories and an assortment of brushes and combs, they set about transforming each other’s hair into elaborate styles. 
Mita was the first to take a seat. Sanju deftly braided her long, straight brown hair into a fishtail braid, securing it with a floral hairpin. “You have such sleek hair, Mita. It’s like silk,” Sanju remarked, running her fingers through the strands. Mita’s hair reached down to her waist, and its silky texture made it easy to style. Mita was slim and stylish, her regular haircuts keeping her look fresh and elegant.
Next, it was Sanju’s turn. Pramila carefully sectioned her classic-length curls, weaving them into a crown braid that framed her face beautifully. “Your curls are so full of life, Sanju. They’re truly enchanting,” Pramila complimented, smiling at her friend’s reflection in the mirror. Sanju’s hair, the longest of the three, reached 38 inches and had a natural bounce that highlighted her tall, graceful figure.
Finally, Pramila sat down, her th
ick, wavy hair cascading around her. Mita and Sanju worked together, creating a voluminous braid that showcased the density of her hair. “Pramila, your hair is a marvel. It’s so thick and healthy,” Mita admired, holding up the finished braid. Pramila’s hair, the thickest among them, was a dark, rich black that reached her hips, with each strand maintaining its thickness from root to tip.
Scene 2: The Long Hair Competition
The village’s annual festival was approaching, and this year, a new event had been added to the lineup: a long hair competition. The entire village buzzed with excitement, and it wasn’t long before Pramila, Mita, and Sanju decided to participate. On the day of the competition, the women arrived, their hair flowing freely and catching the sunlight. The event was held in the village square, with a large crowd gathered to witness the spectacle. Participants were judged on the length, thickness, and overall health of their hair, with a special focus on their ability to style it in different ways.
sleek, straight brown hair was transformed into a perfectly symmetrical fishtail braid that shimmered in the sunlight. Sanju’s voluminous curls were woven into an intricate crown braid that highlighted her regal bearing. Pramila’s thick, wavy hair was fashioned into a traditional three-strand braid that showcased its impressive thickness and shine. | |||
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In the second round, they showcased their hair in an elegant bun style. Mita’s hair was twisted into a sleek chignon, Sanju’s curls were arranged into a voluminous top knot, and Pramila’s hair was styled into a large, intricate bun that displayed its fullness and texture.
The final round required an open hair display.
Mita let her brown locks cascade down her back, their straight length glistening. Sanju’s curls bounced freely around her, framing her face with natural beauty. Pramila’s thick waves fell like a waterfall, their dark richness captivating the audience.
When the results were announced, Pramila won first place due to the extraordinary beauty and thickness of her hair. The crowd cheered as she accepted the prize, a sense of pride evident on her face. On later that night, as she carefully brushed her hair, she felt a very proud and contended. But there is something notorious cooking in my head.
Turning the Tables
One evening, as I watched the three ladies chatting and laughing in our courtyard, I began to plant the seeds of my plan. I started with Mita, knowing that her regular trims indicated she might be more open to change. I complimented her on her stylish look and subtly mentioned how a bob cut would make her appear even more elegant.
“Have you ever thought about going shorter, Mita aunty? I think a chin-length bob would look so chic on you,” I suggested casually.
Mita laughed, “Oh, I’ve had long hair all my life. But you know, change can be refreshing. Maybe someday.”
Encouraged by her response, I moved on to Sanju aunty. With her classic-length curls, she was the epitome of traditional beauty. I knew it would take more effort to sway her. I began by admiring her curls, then casually brought up how much maintenance they must require. "Sanju aunty, your curls are stunning, but they must be so time-consuming to care for. Have you ever wondered how much easier it would be with a shorter style?" I asked, feigning innocent curiosity.
Sanju smiled warmly, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her long locks. "Oh, it's a lot of work, but I've always loved my hair this way. Still, it does get tiring sometimes."
Over the next few weeks, I continued to plant these seeds of change in our conversations. I subtly praised shorter hairstyles, showing them pictures of celebrities and influencers who had transitioned from long hair to stylish bobs. I made sure to highlight how much younger and more vibrant they looked.
The Health ScareOne morning, Pramila woke up with a terrible headache. She had felt dizzy and lightheaded the night before, but now the pain was unbearable. It continued for a week. So we rushed her to the village doctor, who, after a thorough examination, explained that the weight of her hair could be contributing to her discomfort.
“Your hair is beautiful, Pramila, but the constant weight and tension on your scalp might be causing these headaches. You should consider a lighter hairstyle,” doctor Anitha advised gently. This revelation hit Pramila hard. Her hair, which she had always seen as her crowning glory, was now affecting her health. That evening, she sat in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and contemplating the doctor's words. The thought of cutting her hair was daunting, but the idea of living pain-free was becoming more appealing.
The Decision
One evening, Pramila gathered Mita and Sanju for their usual evening chitchat. I watched from a distance as the conversation once again turned to hairstyles. This time, however, there was a sense of determination in my mother’s voice. “You know what? I think I’m ready for a change,” Pramila announced, surprising everyone, including herself.
Mita and Sanju beamed with excitement. “That’s wonderful, Pramila! We’re so proud of you,” Mita exclaimed. “Yes, you should considering your health issue. Despite you’re going to look amazing,” Sanju agreed. My heart raced with anticipation. This was the perfect moment to plant the final seeds of change.
I joined them and, with a casual tone, brought up the idea of a shorter hairstyle. “Mom, have you thought about what kind of short hairstyle you want?” I asked innocently. Mom looked at me curiously. “What do you mean by short?”
I took a deep breath. “I think you should get your hair cut to your shoulders.” Pramila laughed, her eyes twinkling. “Anitha suggested cutting it to mid-back, but you want to go even shorter?”
“Can I show you what I mean?” I asked, my voice earnest. She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Okay, show me.”
I approached her, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Can I take your hair out of the braid to explain it better?” She smiled at my eagerness. “Alright, you can remove the braid.”
She turned her back to me, revealing her gorgeous hip-length braid with neatly cut ends. I gently pulled the rubber band out and slowly loosened her hair until it fell freely around her. Then, I guided her to stand in front of the mirror. “Anitha wants to cut your hair to about here,” she said, indicating mid-length.
I caught her hair on right side, holding it up to the proposed shoulder length. She got shocked and asked “This much?”
I shook my head and caught her hair at shoulder length. “I want you to cut it to here, Mom.” She looked at the length in shock. “That short? I don’t know if I can do that.”
“You’ll look beautiful, and it will be so much easier to manage,” I assured her. “Plus, we can try a layered cut for the remaining hair.” “What’s a layered cut?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. Pramila seemed uncertain, but she smiled softly.
“I don’t know about all that. Let me think about it.” She started to braid her hair again and headed into the kitchen. I followed her, my heart pounding with anticipation. As I reached the kitchen door, I saw her standing in front of the mirror, her braid pulled to the front. She was mimicking cutting her hair at shoulder length, a thoughtful expression on her face.
I watched silently, smiling as I saw her contemplating the change. This was a critical moment, and I knew Sanju and Mita’s support would be crucial.
The Final Push Later that evening, as we sat together, Mita and Sanju began to share stories of women who had cut their hair short and loved it. “Remember Anjali? She had hair just as long as yours, Pramila. She cut it to a bob two years ago, and it’s already grown back to her waist,”
Mita said reassuringly. “Yes, and she said it was the best decision she ever made. It’s so much easier to manage, and she felt like a new person,” Sanju added. Pramila listened intently, her eyes reflecting a mix of hope and apprehension. “Do you really think my hair will grow back that quickly?” “Absolutely,” Mita said with conviction. “Your hair is so healthy and thick. It will grow back in no time.”
Sanju nodded. “And in the meantime, you’ll have a stylish, manageable haircut. It’s a win-win.” Pramila took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. “Alright, let’s do it. I trust you all.”
The Transformation: Haircut by Sanju Aunty
The day of the haircut finally arrived. Pramila sat nervously in a chair in our courtyard, surrounded by Mita, Sanju, and me. The air was filled with anticipation and a sense of excitement.
Sanju, with her deft hands and experience, began the transformation. She started by gently combing through Pramila’s long hair, her fingers working skillfully to detangle any knots. The sun reflected off the glossy strands, 
highlighting their health and beauty.
Sanju sectioned off the hair at Pramila’s shoulders, securing the rest with clips. “We’ll start by making a keepsake braid,” she said with a warm smile. She began braiding the hair from the shoulder down, her fingers moving with practiced precision. The thick, beautiful braid took shape quickly, and everyone watched in awe.
As Sanju worked, Mita and Sanju kept the atmosphere light with their chitchat and teasing. “Pramila, you’re going to look so modern and chic with your new haircut,” Mita teased. “Yes, who knows? You might start a trend in the neighborhood,” Sanju added with a laugh.
Pramila chuckled nervously. “I hope you’re right. I’ve had this hair for so long; it feels like a part of me.” Sanju tied off the braid with a ribbon. “Alright, thirty-two inches long and about seventeen centimeters in circumference,” she announced, marveling at the impressive dimensions of Pramila’s hair.
“Are you ready?”
Pramila took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m ready.”
Sanju positioned the scissors at the top of the braid, just above the shoulders. The first snip was loud and deliberate, and everyone held their breath. The braid was thick, and it took fifteen precise snips to finally sever it. With each snip, Pramila’s expression changed from apprehension to a mix of excitement and relief.
As the final cut was made, the heavy braid fell away, and everyone gasped softly.
Sanju handed the braid to Pramila, who held it with trembling hands, tears welling up in her eyes.
“You’re doing great, Mom,” I said softly, giving her an encouraging smile. Sanju began trimming the remaining hair to an even length at the shoulders. She worked meticulously, shaping the hair with care. As Sanju worked, Mita continued to tease and compliment Pramila. “Look at you, Pramila! You’re already looking ten years younger,” Mita said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Pramila smiled, her tension easing with each snip. “I hope so. It feels so light already.”
Sanju paused and looked at me. “Now, should we stop at the shoulders, or are we going for the chin-length bob?” I took a deep breath and looked at my mother. “Mom, I really think you should go for the chin-length bob. It will bring out your features beautifully and be so much easier to manage.”
Pramila hesitated, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “But I’ve always had long hair. Going that short… it’s a big change.” I knelt beside her, my voice gentle but persuasive. “I know it’s a big change, but I think you’ll love it. It’s stylish, fresh, and perfect for this new chapter in your life. Trust me on this.” Sanju chimed in, “He’s right, Pramila. A chin-length bob would look fantastic on you. And if you don’t like it, your hair grows quickly. It won’t take long to grow it back.” Pramila looked at the reflection again, then at me.
Finally, she nodded. “Alright, let’s do it. Let’s go for the chin-length bob.” Sanju smiled and began the final stage of the transformation. She carefully trimmed the hair to chin length, her scissors moving with precision and care. Each snip revealed more of Pramila’s beautiful features, her cheekbones becoming more pronounced and her face looking more youthful and vibrant. With the last snip, Sanju stepped back and admired her work. Pramila’s new bob framed her face perfectly, the layers adding volume and movement.
She looked at her reflection, a mixture of shock and delight on her face. “I can’t believe it. I look… different,” Pramila said, touching her new bob. Mita clapped her hands. “You look absolutely stunning, Pramila! It’s like you’ve been transformed.” “Yes, you look amazing,” Sanju agreed, beaming with pride. Tears welled up in Pramila’s eyes as she turned to her friends. “Thank you for supporting me through this. I couldn’t have done it without you.” I hugged her tightly. “You look beautiful, Mom. This is the start of something wonderful.” Pramila smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. “I feel like a new person. Thank you, everyone.”
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