The Formation of the Bald Women's Society

1899, New York

The Walthorpes were a happy couple with a beautiful daughter whom they loved very much. They showered everything she ever wanted on her- except for one thing- hair. Violet had been bald since birth and was very insecure about it. She was obsessed with having beautiful hair, any hair at all, but not one hair grew on her head ever. Everyone told her that her bald head was beautiful, but she could never feel like it.

Her parents often held large grand balls at their mansion, often just for fun. Violet liked to attend, wearing wigs. She would choose what she considered as the most lavish and beautiful. It was, then, a small slice of attainable fantasy. A band had been selected that played the most popular symphonies from Europe and elsewhere. A few men came her way. One even touched her wig. Violet became visibly uncomfortable, which the man took as a hint to get away. This had happened before, she remembered.

After this incident, Violet sat alone at a table for a while, until a hand touched her shoulder. When she looked back, she almost fell out of her chair.

"Hi, I'm Maude." Maude was as bald as she was. Violet couldn't speak. She had never seen something like this before. Looking for a while, she suddenly realized she was staring. 

"Could you come to my room with me?"

Up there, Violet revealed her own bald head. Maude was pleasantly surprised. They touched each other's heads for a while. Then Violet spied Maude looking at her wig collection.

"These are pretty." Maude said.

"Thank you. Could you tell I was wearing one?"

"Of course. It was obvious. Now what say we get some stuff from downstairs and have a little party of our own up here?"

And so they did. They drank and had lots of discussions. They varied, but somehow they always made their way back to baldness. Violet sat up.

"You know, you're the first woman I've met who's as bald as me."

"Well, to be quite honest, you are too." Maud replied.

"I've been thinking, maybe we should start our own little society. With only women as bald as us." Violet explained.

"I like this idea! Just us two?"

"Well... if we ever meet any more we can." Although she was lucky enough to meet Maude, Violet knew she might not be lucky enough again.

For the first year, it seemed like that. Meetings were in the Walthorpe mansion, but were nowhere near crowded as the regular lavish events. Both Violet and Maude enjoyed being bald with someone else, but eventually they decided to go out in public.

Luckily, Violet's parents had memberships in all the extravagant clubs in the city. The bald women traveled nearly to all of them in their natural state. Sometimes they even went twice.

One of these occasions, they walked in and their eyes immediately started looking across the area. They were shocked and excited to find a pair of beautiful women whose heads had as little hair as Violet and Maude. All four pairs of eyes met each others'.

"Um, hi." someone said.

Nina and Sandra soon made the acquaintance of the two new bald friends. All night at the club, the four ladies talked. Soon, Violet offered them membership in the Bald Women's Society, as she had named it. Both enthusiastically accepted.

The Walthorpe mansion was soon used as the official meeting place. To their surprise, Nina and Sabrina brought along a third bald friend. The five women began regular meetings under an exclusive membership. Eventually, Violet's parents asked her to move out into a penthouse in the city. She did and the meetings began happening there.

On one such occasion, Nina brought along a letter. As she explained, it was from the husband of a bald woman. 

"I'll read it aloud. 'Dear Nina, Violet, and others,

I am so pleased that you have decided to form this group. I thank you, as I have informed my wife about it. She would like to come to your next meeting. When I met Nina, I mentioned her beautiful bald head, telling her about my wife's. Nina mentioned her club and I could not wait to tell her. This is one thing she cannot stop talking about. Of course I cannot speak for her, but she always says it has been hard growing up completely bald. I'm sure you know this. I hope you will welcome her into your society well. I have a good feeling you will.'"