Aunt Betty's Self Cut.

Betty Norwell sat on the love seat with her stylish blonde niece and sweet 16 birthday girl, Teen Maureen, listing again how she's so out of touch with reality. "Aunt Betty, your hair is so long and scraggly, you should cut it short", says one niece. "Try some new dresses, too! You dress like Grandma.", yells another. "Wouldn't hurt to lose about 20 pounds like your sister and I did over the summer, Betty", adds her younger sister, and Teen Maureen's Mom. "Remember that guy, Randall, who broke up with you cause you wouldn't part with that hair of yours? I think he's still interested if you could face the fact you're not 25 anymore and part with that hair!", added Grandma.

Betty sat quietly, taking all the rude comments. Teen Maureen loved her old Aunt Betty and felt so sorry for her. As tears welled up on Betty's cheeks, Teen Maureen reached out to hold her trembling hand. Aunt Betty tugged on her loose flowing flowered skirt to make sure her knees were covered before taking Teen Maureen's hand. "Don't listen to them, Aunt Betty. You're still my favorite relative!", consoles Teen Maureen. Aunt Betty smiles at her, but the insults continue longer today for some reason.

Betty was the oldest of three sisters, having to be a maid in each of their weddings. She sat by and watched each of her sisters have children and raise them to teenagers. Was she too conservative? Was she too shy? Did she just not have what it took to have a meaningful relationship? All these agonizing questions were revisited for the millionth time. At 48 years old, Betty's biological clock was near midnight. Randall, the guy who couldn't handle all that hair seemed the only hope for Betty to get married.

Then came the real dagger. "I think I saw Randall the other day at the mall with some middle aged woman with a cute short bob with bangs.", said another of the nieces. "Betty, I think you better do something quick or he'll be gone for good!", chimed her sister. Betty took a deep, sharp breath and held it. Teen Maureen grabbed her hand again.

"Do you all have to keep harping on Aunt betty so? Can't you leave her alone when we get together, ever? She likes her hair long and that's it!!", yelled Teen Maureen. "Thanks Maureen.", whispered Betty, wiping her eyes with a hankie. "Want to use my bath, Aunt Betty?", asked Teen Maureen. "Sure, thanks.", replied Betty.

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Betty managed a smile in Teen Maureen's pink bath with heart border. She looked in the mirror at her reflection of long gray hair and ruffled granny blouse in Teen Maureen's full length mirror. "What will become of me when I'm old? Will I be totally alone? When Teen Maureen grows up and starts her own family, will she remember her old gray aunt?", she stuttered to herself. What would I look like if I was hip? She moved into Teen Maureen's attached closet for a look inside, stripping to her bra and panties. Looking around, she picked a bright purple empire waist smock and put it on. "I don't think this is supposed to be used as a dress, but what the hey, no one's looking.", she laughed.

She stood before Teen Maureen's full length bath mirror once again, also with a hand mirror to look closer at her hair. "Say, Randall, would this turn you on?", she asked herself. "No, not yet. I still have the hair he seems to despise!", she answered herself. Opening the drawer under the vanity, she noticed a pair if pink handled scissors, picking them up, looking again in the mirror. She brought her long hair over both shoulders, staring in disbelief.

"This is for my sisters, nieces, and you, Randall!", she murmured to her reflection. She raised the scissors to her long hair above the jawbone. She closed her eyes. Shaking, she cut her hair, clumps falling all about the bath floor. Meanwhile, Teen Maureen became worried and went to check on her favorite Aunt. She went into the bathroom, interrupting Betty's haircut, drawing a gasp!

"Aunt Betty!! Why did you cut your hair??", asked Teen Maureen. "I can't take it anymore!", replied Betty, finishing off what was left of her hair. She broke down crying. "Why do you have one of Mom's old hippie smocks on?", asked Teen Maureen. "I thought it was yours. I wanted to look hip, like you do, to fit in.", said Betty. Teen Maureen smiled, embracing her poor, tortured aunt, with her short. uneven bobbed haircut.

Next Self Cut: Caught!!!!