The Cut – Story in the description

I had an idea to try a different format, and I’d love to hear what you think!

The idea is to tell a written story with a few illustrations to highlight key moments.

I’d use this format for stories that I feel aren’t worth spending a whole month turning into a full comic, but still deserve to be brought to life somehow.

---------------------------------------------Chapter 1: The Cut----------------------------------------------

Samanta had super long, straight, shiny hair — one of the features that drew the most attention to her. She was a quiet girl, but she dreamed of being popular and joining the most coveted sorority on campus: Alpha Belle. Only the most influential girls were accepted there.

The sorority leader, Stacy, always showed clear disdain for Samanta. Maybe it was jealousy — her hair was truly beautiful. One day, Stacy saw the perfect opportunity to have some fun at Samanta’s expense. She called Samanta over and said:

— You wanna join Alpha Belle? Then you’ll have to modernize that look. That huge, shapeless hair is totally out of style.

Excited, Samanta had no idea what Stacy’s real intentions were.

— Really? I’m in! What kind of haircut are we talking about?

— It’s a surprise! — Stacy said, with an enigmatic smile. — It’s part of the test to trust your new sisters. But there’s one rule: you can’t open your eyes during the cut. If you do, you’re automatically out.

— Deal! — Samanta replied, thrilled.

The girls put a salon cape around her and asked her to close her eyes. Stacy, with a wicked smile, tied Samanta’s hair into a high bun, leaving all the hair above her eyebrows loose.

Without hesitation, she turned on the clippers and started shaving a very high undercut, removing a huge portion of Samanta’s hair.

— W-what’s happening? — Samanta asked, alarmed.

— Relax — Stacy replied in a casual tone. — It’s just an undercut. Totally trendy right now! You’re not going bald, I promise.

After shaving the area, Stacy went even further and used a razor blade, leaving the undercut completely smooth. She then ran her hand over the area, reached the bun, and let the rest of the hair fall.

— See? You still have plenty of hair. I told you to trust me.

— So… can I open my eyes now?

— No! — Stacy snapped, then softened her tone: — We’re just getting started.

She grabbed the front of Samanta’s hair and cut a blunt fringe well above her eyebrows.

— Snip!

— Y-you’re giving me bangs? — Samanta asked, unsure.

— Yup! They’re going to look amazing on you!

— I always wanted them, but I was too scared to cut it... I hope they suit me.

— Oh, they will. Now sit still so I can finish.

Stacy kept cutting, going way beyond the fringe, gradually leveling the rest of Samanta’s hair to the same short length.

— Snip. Snip. Snip.

Samanta could feel the strands falling, and her anxiety only grew. She said nothing, afraid of sounding ungrateful — but with every snip, new thoughts raced through her mind:

"I-isn’t she cutting way too short? I hope it’s just my imagination..."
"I can’t even open my eyes to see what’s happening..."
"Please, just finish this already. I can’t take the suspense!"

When only the back section of her hair was still long, Stacy paused and said:

— You’re sweating, Samantinha. Wanna stop here?

— N-no! — she answered, nervous but determined. — I trust the sorority. You can finish.

— Very well, sweetheart.

After a few more snips, Stacy smiled, satisfied.

— All done. You can open your eyes now.

Samanta opened her eyes and stared at the mirror. The shock was instant.

— Y-you… what did you do?!

The other girls, who had watched everything while laughing, shouted:

— Surprise! Do you like your new look? More… modern?

Samanta, in tears:

— Y-you… why did you do this to me?

Stacy crossed her arms and answered coldly:

— You really thought a weirdo like you could get into our sorority? Please. That tiny haircut suits you way better. Long hair is for pretty, popular girls. You were never worthy of it.

Then she pointed to the floor:

— Now pick up all that mess you made and get out of here.

Samanta said nothing. She crouched down, slowly gathering her fallen hair with trembling hands, tears dripping silently from her eyes. And she left the room… carrying the remains of what she had just lost.

If you enjoy the idea and want a part 2, let me know!

The next chapters would focus on the feminization of the boyfriend Samanta gets in the next part