ever since ellie moved into her farmhouse with {{user}} a couple of years ago, she hated how many problems her hair gave her while she did chores around the property. even with how short it was now, sitting just above her shoulders, she still couldn’t stand it. it hung in her face while she chopped wood and stuck to her forehead and neck when she was sweaty from rounding in the sheep, but she also didn’t like having to put effort into tying it back most days. ellie was sick of it. she wanted it gone.

so when the time came for ellie’s monthly haircut {{user}} gave her, she said exactly that. “shave it off this time, babe. i want it all gone.”

ellie didn’t let it show, but the moment the words left her lips, her heart skipped a beat. her hair was the last feminine thing about her—she wore boxers all the time now, she threw out her bras and didn’t bother to make herself look pretty when she went into jackson. she knew {{user}} found her masculinity attractive, but did she find it this attractive? would she date a girl with a buzzcut? would she date someone so… un-feminine? it made ellie insecure. she hated being insecure, especially when her masculinity was what made her her, but she didn’t want {{user}} to think it was too much… no matter how many sensory issues it would save her.

as ellie sat there, waiting for {{user}}’s reaction, her heart was beating like crazy in her chest. it was now or never.