So as a child I was rather odd. I had something of a hair fetish. My own hair was ridiculously long. I got my first hair cut at 12 and only because I kept tripping over it. Even then I only got it trimmed up to my ankles. The only bad part other than that was always being mistaken for a girl. A typical adult response after meeting me might be "young lady you really should get a hair cut, that mane of yours is WAY too long." My typical response to that was "I'm a boy." and their reaction was usually entertaining. I was into shocking people then anyways so I got a kick out of their confusion. As I said I had and still have a hair fetish. I absolutely adored playing with other people's hair. Going back even younger when I was 7 and my hair was only down to my knees I had a baby sitter who had hair much longer than mine. She was in her mid twenties and her mane was around 12 feet long. She kept it in a huge bun at the back of her head. Every once in a while she'd end up on TV or newspaper and even appeared in a magazine and always being called Rapunzel of course. But her hair wasn't just long, it was incredibly thick and amazingly silky. It was also straight so there was little to no breakage. Even today I always compare hair to hers. Mine is no where near as nice. So one day she was baby sitting me. As I said I was very odd. She let me play with her hair, brush it, braid it, unbraid it, comb it out and put it back up again and so on. I was at it for hours. Then she taught me this elaborate 9 strand braid she was taught by her Norwegian grandmother. It makes the braid very thick and wide which also shortens it up quite a bit. After braided her hair was more like about 8 feet long which she would then twirl around into a huge braided bun held in place by a knitting needle. I made the mistake of using my grandmother's silver letter opener. NEVER USE ANYTHING MADE OF SILVER. It will turn your hair black or greyish black. Anyway while I tried to braid her hair I realized I did it wrong. I gathered ten strands instead of 9. I left out the strand at the nape of her neck which of course constituted about 10% of her mane. Ok so I've said I was odd. Here is what I did. I put the end of the extra unused strand in my mouth. Now 10% of her mane was like half of almost anyone else's it was that thick. So I just kept it in my mouth while I was weaving the braid as she instructed me but she could not see my mistake. I don't know why I put her hair in my mouth. But there was a certain sensuality in doing so. Maybe it was because of the fruity smell of her conditioner. Her grandmother could probably do the elaborate braid in maybe twenty minutes. She took about forty five. After three hours of still working on her braid as she very patiently guided me, I realized I had swallowed about three feet of that extra strand. I felt a strange sensation in my throat and realized I was breathing funny in a kind of wheezy way but I felt no distress just odd. Like I said, I was odd. So as I continued I realized I was unconsciously swallowing more and more of that strand so I decided I better spit it out before it gets stuck. It got stuck. I got a little scared but instead of telling her I kept letting more and more go down my throat until I had to change positions. I think it was maybe about 5 hours in when I was done braiding her hair and she started gathering it up and felt the extra strand. She pointed out my mistake but said it was too late she wasn't going to start over and she would just weave the extra strand in and around the braid as she created the very elaborate bun. She pulled on the extra strand to gather it and that is when I tried to tell her I had swallowed more than half of it and could not spit it out. She turned around and saw my dilemma. She laughed at first then saw my distress and tried to pull it out. At that point I kept involuntarily swallowing more and more as my digestive tract wanted to move the hair past my stomach and into my small intestines. Finally after she tried for a few more hours to free me like a fish fatally stuck on a hook, my mouth was pulled tight against the nape of her neck and she complained that her hair was being pulled painfully and my throat began to hurt and so she reluctantly took a pair of scissors and snipped all that hair which grew out of an area of about 10 square inches. Which was maybe about 55 square centimeters. Then I ran to a mirror to see her hair sticking out of my mouth going down my throat. Over the next hour or so I stood at the mirror watching her hair work it's way down my throat. I will skip over the next part as it's really gross. I may be the only person who has ever had his entire digestive tract flossed by a 12 foot long lock of blond silky hair. The only part I will describe of the end of this experience is that it was the absolute most bizarrely strange experience. I was on the toilet for about 20 hours. However, it wasn't' all completely out of me for days. After this I was never allowed to be alone with her hair again. She always watched me playing with her hair and I'm actually surprised she didn't stop baby sitting me altogether as she lost a tenth of her mane due to my odd compulsions. The only other things I put in my mouth that didn't belong were pencils which I ate through by the case and for some reason I enjoyed chewing on soft plastic toys. I ate al my little brother's toys as fast as Mom could buy them. I never swallowed them I just chewed them up into little bits then spit them out. My little brother was not fond of me. Oh and I put one other thing in my mouth...
So many beautiful Rapunzels. I hope they are all encouraged to keep their hair growing :)
the wish I had long hair like that😢
very pretty hair.
So as a child I was rather odd. I had something of a hair fetish. My own hair was ridiculously long. I got my first hair cut at 12 and only because I kept tripping over it. Even then I only got it trimmed up to my ankles. The only bad part other than that was always being mistaken for a girl. A typical adult response after meeting me might be "young lady you really should get a hair cut, that mane of yours is WAY too long." My typical response to that was "I'm a boy." and their reaction was usually entertaining. I was into shocking people then anyways so I got a kick out of their confusion. As I said I had and still have a hair fetish. I absolutely adored playing with other people's hair. Going back even younger when I was 7 and my hair was only down to my knees I had a baby sitter who had hair much longer than mine. She was in her mid twenties and her mane was around 12 feet long. She kept it in a huge bun at the back of her head. Every once in a while she'd end up on TV or newspaper and even appeared in a magazine and always being called Rapunzel of course. But her hair wasn't just long, it was incredibly thick and amazingly silky. It was also straight so there was little to no breakage. Even today I always compare hair to hers. Mine is no where near as nice. So one day she was baby sitting me. As I said I was very odd. She let me play with her hair, brush it, braid it, unbraid it, comb it out and put it back up again and so on. I was at it for hours. Then she taught me this elaborate 9 strand braid she was taught by her Norwegian grandmother. It makes the braid very thick and wide which also shortens it up quite a bit. After braided her hair was more like about 8 feet long which she would then twirl around into a huge braided bun held in place by a knitting needle. I made the mistake of using my grandmother's silver letter opener. NEVER USE ANYTHING MADE OF SILVER. It will turn your hair black or greyish black. Anyway while I tried to braid her hair I realized I did it wrong. I gathered ten strands instead of 9. I left out the strand at the nape of her neck which of course constituted about 10% of her mane. Ok so I've said I was odd. Here is what I did. I put the end of the extra unused strand in my mouth. Now 10% of her mane was like half of almost anyone else's it was that thick. So I just kept it in my mouth while I was weaving the braid as she instructed me but she could not see my mistake. I don't know why I put her hair in my mouth. But there was a certain sensuality in doing so. Maybe it was because of the fruity smell of her conditioner. Her grandmother could probably do the elaborate braid in maybe twenty minutes. She took about forty five. After three hours of still working on her braid as she very patiently guided me, I realized I had swallowed about three feet of that extra strand. I felt a strange sensation in my throat and realized I was breathing funny in a kind of wheezy way but I felt no distress just odd. Like I said, I was odd. So as I continued I realized I was unconsciously swallowing more and more of that strand so I decided I better spit it out before it gets stuck. It got stuck. I got a little scared but instead of telling her I kept letting more and more go down my throat until I had to change positions. I think it was maybe about 5 hours in when I was done braiding her hair and she started gathering it up and felt the extra strand. She pointed out my mistake but said it was too late she wasn't going to start over and she would just weave the extra strand in and around the braid as she created the very elaborate bun. She pulled on the extra strand to gather it and that is when I tried to tell her I had swallowed more than half of it and could not spit it out. She turned around and saw my dilemma. She laughed at first then saw my distress and tried to pull it out. At that point I kept involuntarily swallowing more and more as my digestive tract wanted to move the hair past my stomach and into my small intestines. Finally after she tried for a few more hours to free me like a fish fatally stuck on a hook, my mouth was pulled tight against the nape of her neck and she complained that her hair was being pulled painfully and my throat began to hurt and so she reluctantly took a pair of scissors and snipped all that hair which grew out of an area of about 10 square inches. Which was maybe about 55 square centimeters. Then I ran to a mirror to see her hair sticking out of my mouth going down my throat. Over the next hour or so I stood at the mirror watching her hair work it's way down my throat. I will skip over the next part as it's really gross. I may be the only person who has ever had his entire digestive tract flossed by a 12 foot long lock of blond silky hair. The only part I will describe of the end of this experience is that it was the absolute most bizarrely strange experience. I was on the toilet for about 20 hours. However, it wasn't' all completely out of me for days. After this I was never allowed to be alone with her hair again. She always watched me playing with her hair and I'm actually surprised she didn't stop baby sitting me altogether as she lost a tenth of her mane due to my odd compulsions. The only other things I put in my mouth that didn't belong were pencils which I ate through by the case and for some reason I enjoyed chewing on soft plastic toys. I ate al my little brother's toys as fast as Mom could buy them. I never swallowed them I just chewed them up into little bits then spit them out. My little brother was not fond of me. Oh and I put one other thing in my mouth...
start taking your meds.
qué acabo de leer y más aún para qué lo leí :(
amazing hair
Wow 😳
1:35 :-)