Hypnotic Barber Turns Nerd Into Hairy Jock
Corey was always a book nerd. But after meeting an infamous new barber, he becomes muscular, hairy, and begins to love sports.
Corey had never truly cared about appearances. He was what he was, and that seemed ok to him. Sure, others might see him as too thin, too gawky, perpetually lost in a book, but it was simply who he was.
He had never known any different, after all.
Ever since he was a kid, he had been too sickly to participate in sports like the other boys in his class, and even as he grew, Corey didn't develop muscles easily either. He remained rangy all through high school, pale from spending too much of his time in the library.
Today, though, he had decided to finally listen to his mom and go to the barber shop. His hair had gotten a bit long for comfort, and usually that meant going over to his mother's house for a trim, but the older woman sighed at the idea.
"Come on, baby, you should pamper yourself a bit," she said, offering her son a nice cup of coffee. He was almost completely hairless from the neck down, something that added to that geekish appearance he had dealt with all his life. "Get a new, hip haircut. I noticed a barbershop just opened up a few blocks away, why don't you give it a try?"
A perpetual mamma's boy, Corey couldn't find the determination to argue with the woman who had raised him. It seemed to always go that way for him. So he meekly nodded and once his tea was finished, Corey stepped out onto the street, following his mother's directions.
It wouldn't be so bad, he told himself. Just a few minutes on the chair. He wouldn't even have to make too much of a conversation, right? Corey was socially awkward, the idea of small talk put him on edge.
The barbershop was everything he might have imagined. Cool, sporty, with an owner that looked like he would belong in any sports league. He was tall and broad-shouldered, muscular, a macho sort if he had ever seen one. He was also hairy beyond belief.
"Here for a trim, boy?" the barber asked him, and Corey nodded meekly, flushing under that strong stare. The man was at least a full head taller than he was, and twice as broad. Corey nodded, and the barber motioned toward the chair. "I'm Hank."
"Uhm, nice to meet you. I'm Corey. I just want to cut my hair short, neat, so I..." he began to speak, but Hank shook his head, standing before the chair. His intense stare was on him then, and Corey found himself unable to look away.
"I know what you need. Don't worry, just sit back and relax," Hank spoke smoothly, his voice hypnotic. It was hard, if not impossible, to focus on anything else but that bearded face. So Corey went silent and did just that: stare, while the barber began working his magic.
The sound of the scissors filled Corey's ears, Hank's smooth hands moving over his scalp increased that feeling of irreality. It was as if he wasn't simply sitting on a barber's chair any longer. It was as if he had been transported to a place where only both of them mattered.
This man... oh, this barber, it was suddenly so clear to Corey he was everything he ever wanted to be. Maybe he always had wanted that, secretly, down in the bottom of his heart, but didn't realize until that very moment.
"You would look so much better if you grew a beard," the tall, muscular man told him, and suddenly it made so much sense. Yes, he would look better that way. He would look like Hank, and wasn't that what he wanted? What he ached deep inside?
Hank continued to make eye contact, never looking away, never losing focus. He spoke in a low, masculine growl that filled Corey's ears, his touch numbing him to any other sensations, any other thoughts.
"More hair, that's what you need. More hair here, everywhere... don't you think? Yes... more hair, more hair..." he continued to speak, repeating those words over and over again, almost like a mantra which surrounded him.
Corey was in a haze, his mind spinning. The idea of being like Hank, just like him, was more and amore appealing with every passing second. To be muscular, strong, hairy. To be into sports instead of books.
