ATFBW Chapter 5
Phoebe and Sasha were met with a large splash as they went into the lake. Violet's daughters were already in there, horsing around and such. Although they started out holding hands, they soon were splashing around playfully with the others.
"Have you been out far?" Phoebe asked Sasha.
"No... shall we?"
They kept walking, rejoining hands, and eventually swam out on their backs. The youngest jumped on Sasha's. She didn't mind. Phoebe was the only thing she really cared about. The Walthorpe girl struggled to stay on as the inevitable kissing began.
Of course, she could swim too.
The nude bald women toweled off and split. Violet's girls walked back to the house when they heard a car in the background. They got a quick look- it was a woman. A woman with hair.
The three sprinted back to the house and told their mother. Violet quickly put a robe on and stepped out. A few streets over, the woman's car engine had burned out. She got out, looking around. Most were inside, it was still the morning. The most the woman had seen was someone's bum.
"Greetings to you. I'm Violet." She said when she found the woman.
"Blythe." She took a few moments before shaking hands. "Is there a car repair shop in town?"
"I'm afraid not. Louise might be able to help you." She went to get her, telling her and the others to put clothes on.
Louise, however, was not able to help and soon found out her own car wouldn't start.
"Where are you going, my dear?" Violet finally asked.
" ...A few towns over." Blythe said after a few moments. She chose not to elaborate further.
"I see. Perhaps you'll stay for a bit?"
"I guess I have to. It's not urgent, anyway." Blythe said, again being vague.
"That's lovely, dear. We'll do our best to make you feel at home."
"Thank you. Do you have an extra hairbrush I could borrow?" Blythe asked.
"...I'm afraid not, darling."
Inside, Violet decided to tell her about how they had come to find no one in the town and no phones working and such. The story sounded strange at first, but Blythe listened and seemed to believe it.
"So why are all of you bald, then?" Violet was hoping she wouldn't have to answer this, but she might as well. "We just don't grow hair. Something's wrong with the follicles or they were never there completely. Women like us are born like this. We've done research, it goes back to Egypt, China, Greece..." Violet then explained how she came to found the Bald Women's Society and how it had even gone international.
Although the others were suspicious of Blythe at first, they soon welcomed her in and gave her a fun day. She took the bed in the house next to the Walthorpes and Camille when night fell.
That night, Blythe had a dream that she was a bald woman. Well, it was about other things but she was bald in it. She didn't think much of it until she woke up the next morning and noticed something was off.
"Who's that?" Camille wondered, looking at the bald woman outside whom she didn't recognize.
"That's Blythe, isn't it?" responded Violet. "Oh..."
Blythe was rather upset. "Which one of you did this? Please tell me!"
"I'm not sure any of us could do it, dear. Your head doesn't look like it was shaved, it looks like ours." Violet and her daughters had come outside.
"There wasn't any hair on my pillow or anywhere. I looked, I'm pretty sure it didn't fall out..."
"Hmm. Another strange occurrence that we've been having a lot of lately."
"Strange occurrence? What if I'm gonna be bald forever?"
"Well, we don't know so yet, but that would be a great honor upon yourself, isn't that right, girls?"
"Yes, mother."
Blythe calmed down a bit, and when she got a look at her new bald head, she admittedly liked it a lot.
Later that day, Phoebe and Sasha had just come out of another lake swim. They were having a minor bit of fun, touching each other's private areas when they saw Blythe swimming.
"Having fun there?" Phoebe shouted as to be heard.
"Yes, are you?"
"Oh, we are."
Blythe rose from the water. Her bald head complimented her nude body. She was blushing.
"Do you mind if I come join you?" she asked nervously.
"Sasha, what do you think?"
"I say go ahead."
So, Blythe loved her new situation. Great moments like this made it all the better.
"Have you been out far?" Phoebe asked Sasha.
"No... shall we?"
They kept walking, rejoining hands, and eventually swam out on their backs. The youngest jumped on Sasha's. She didn't mind. Phoebe was the only thing she really cared about. The Walthorpe girl struggled to stay on as the inevitable kissing began.
Of course, she could swim too.
The nude bald women toweled off and split. Violet's girls walked back to the house when they heard a car in the background. They got a quick look- it was a woman. A woman with hair.
The three sprinted back to the house and told their mother. Violet quickly put a robe on and stepped out. A few streets over, the woman's car engine had burned out. She got out, looking around. Most were inside, it was still the morning. The most the woman had seen was someone's bum.
"Greetings to you. I'm Violet." She said when she found the woman.
"Blythe." She took a few moments before shaking hands. "Is there a car repair shop in town?"
"I'm afraid not. Louise might be able to help you." She went to get her, telling her and the others to put clothes on.
Louise, however, was not able to help and soon found out her own car wouldn't start.
"Where are you going, my dear?" Violet finally asked.
" ...A few towns over." Blythe said after a few moments. She chose not to elaborate further.
"I see. Perhaps you'll stay for a bit?"
"I guess I have to. It's not urgent, anyway." Blythe said, again being vague.
"That's lovely, dear. We'll do our best to make you feel at home."
"Thank you. Do you have an extra hairbrush I could borrow?" Blythe asked.
"...I'm afraid not, darling."
Inside, Violet decided to tell her about how they had come to find no one in the town and no phones working and such. The story sounded strange at first, but Blythe listened and seemed to believe it.
"So why are all of you bald, then?" Violet was hoping she wouldn't have to answer this, but she might as well. "We just don't grow hair. Something's wrong with the follicles or they were never there completely. Women like us are born like this. We've done research, it goes back to Egypt, China, Greece..." Violet then explained how she came to found the Bald Women's Society and how it had even gone international.
Although the others were suspicious of Blythe at first, they soon welcomed her in and gave her a fun day. She took the bed in the house next to the Walthorpes and Camille when night fell.
That night, Blythe had a dream that she was a bald woman. Well, it was about other things but she was bald in it. She didn't think much of it until she woke up the next morning and noticed something was off.
"Who's that?" Camille wondered, looking at the bald woman outside whom she didn't recognize.
"That's Blythe, isn't it?" responded Violet. "Oh..."
Blythe was rather upset. "Which one of you did this? Please tell me!"
"I'm not sure any of us could do it, dear. Your head doesn't look like it was shaved, it looks like ours." Violet and her daughters had come outside.
"There wasn't any hair on my pillow or anywhere. I looked, I'm pretty sure it didn't fall out..."
"Hmm. Another strange occurrence that we've been having a lot of lately."
"Strange occurrence? What if I'm gonna be bald forever?"
"Well, we don't know so yet, but that would be a great honor upon yourself, isn't that right, girls?"
"Yes, mother."
Blythe calmed down a bit, and when she got a look at her new bald head, she admittedly liked it a lot.
Later that day, Phoebe and Sasha had just come out of another lake swim. They were having a minor bit of fun, touching each other's private areas when they saw Blythe swimming.
"Having fun there?" Phoebe shouted as to be heard.
"Yes, are you?"
"Oh, we are."
Blythe rose from the water. Her bald head complimented her nude body. She was blushing.
"Do you mind if I come join you?" she asked nervously.
"Sasha, what do you think?"
"I say go ahead."
So, Blythe loved her new situation. Great moments like this made it all the better.
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