Return of the Barber 5: Bowling for Brawlers
by Texzilla
The Barber was actually enjoying the scene taking place outside his shop window. He had noticed the two elderly black men walk past the shop, then come back and start talking. It appeared to be a fairly animated discussion. They would look up at the sign in the window, point at the spinning barber pole, take a peek in the window, then start all over again. From body language and hand motions they appeared to be debating it they had enough hair left to make it worth even getting a haircut.
"Hey, you're open, right?" one of the old men asked poking his head in the doorway.
"Yes, sir. All chairs are free, no waiting." The Barber said gesturing to his chairs.
"I told you he was open. This is a barbershop, not one of those damn salons you need an appointment for. You don't need an appointment right?" the first seniors said as the two entered the shop.
"All chairs are free, no waiting." The Barber said just slightly louder than before.
"I heard you. It's this other old shit that didn't."
"Well who knew they still had barber shops like this around. Haven't seen a place like this for years. Not since I left the old neighborhood."
"And I haven't seen anyone carrying their own bowling balls for years. How was your score?"
One of the seniors gave a laugh and let the ball bag fall to the floor with a clunk. His friend followed. The Barber wasn't going to point out again that his chairs were open as the two sat in the waiting area chairs catching their breaths. "Didn't get a chance to play. Stupid senior home drove us all the way out here and dropped us off at the alley. 'Cept no one else from the other retirement homes showed up. And then the jackasses at our home forgot to come back an' get us."
"They'll remember once they find we're not there to take our medications tonight."
"Make you a bet they give our medication to the wrong person, then go looking for whoever's stuff they got left over, instead of us."
"I don't take bets I know I won't win."
"Well I'm sorry to hear your bowling trip was a bust. Must be nice to get some exercise once in a while though. They don't have activities at the retirement home?" the Barber asked.
"If you call them that. Can't go swimming anymore. Never understood tennis, no one from our neighborhood ever did that anyway. And we were banned from playing horseshoes because SOMEBODY aim's for shit."
"Made it more interesting didn't it? Aiming for a window instead of some damn fool stick in the ground. Should have just opened the window first. We didn't even want to go bowling." The old man said slightly kicking the bowling bag. "Just something to do. You know, we used to box in the Golden Gloves league when we were teens. Played on local baseball teams, always up for a game of basketball LONG before it became 'hoops'. When we were young you couldn't hold us down. Now, moving so slow it's no wonder time is catching up to us."
"Sounds like you gentlemen are far from retiring. I can imagine that, given a chance, you might be up for another go at all this? Another chance at living the active life."
"Comes a time when no matter how hard you try, you just can't fight it. So, haircut. You know how to do black guy's hair?"
"You should ask if he know how to do black guy's hair who don't have much hair left."
"Yes gentlemen I think I can accommodate you. But… you know I rarely discuss this with my… clients, but if you had a chance to do it again, would you? If I could give you new life, a new chance to do all those things you want to, live life to the fullest, would you take it? "
"You're crazy, what you talking about?"
"Well sure, but… what are you talking about?"
"Sit right here sirs, and I'll show you," the Barber said patting the chair
"How much this cost?"
"Most people who have this service… done to them leave here without even paying for the haircut."
"You are crazy…"
"No, no… we got time, nothing to lose. Let's see what you got."
One of the elderly black men got up from the waiting area chair and walked over to the barber chair. He was around 5'7", very overweight, the kind of older guy whose pants kept creeping up his tummy till it almost reached his chest. But he was wearing a nice suit pants and pressed shirt. His shoes were well polished and what he had for hair was well groomed. Both men had pronounced male pattern baldness, and little black left in their hair they did still have. He had a fairly well kept mustache, but his face was not shaved as well as it probably was in the past.
"Do your worst."
The Barber wrapped the sheet around his customer's neck and leaned him back to wash his hair. His buddy in the chair gave a chuckle at his friend's experimentation but, it was stupid things like this that long afternoons were made for.
The Barber moved his client back into a sitting position and took out his comb. "See, we're seeing some hair growth already." He said mentioning the sprouts of new hair that now peppered the man's scalp.
"Let's see if we can get some more in."
Both men weren't sure what to say at the sight of the hair growth. Or the fact that the Barber was beginning to pull longer strands out of the man's head. Instead of it remaining the typical afro he had sported for years, it was becoming perfectly straight.
"Holy crap Mike! Are you alright?!" his friend asked from his chair.
"Don't feel a thing. Actually feel kind of great!" the man in the barber said in a voice that sounded slightly younger than before.
As the Barber continued to pull the man's hair out into long threads it became clear that other changes were taking place too. Pounds were melting away leaving hard toned muscles in the wake. What had been a 56 inch waist was quickly a 30 inch of solid muscle with a hairy 8 pack behind some highly hitched up pants. His arms lost the mayonnaise consistency and grew three times thicker with knotted muscles than they ever had been in his past life. Along with the thick pelican like double chin that disappeared from below his jaw, the man's face was getting as toned and tight as the rest of his body. Not a wrinkle was going to be left, not a sag or a crease anywhere on the face.
"How are you… you the devil?" the man named Mike whispered softly in a considerably higher, younger voice than before.
'I can assure you, I am not. No deity on either side of the fence involved in all this. And as a word of advice, it will do us all well to keep it that way," the Barber said readjusting the chair. "Need to wash all the new growth now."
It took a few more minutes for the Barber to rewash the now full head of long straight hair. He picked up several bottles from the counter and applied them. Mike's friend was still awestruck in the waiting area. He had seen his good friend for the last 60 year suddenly grow younger than when they first met, and from that he could see from under that sheet, three times as strong as he had ever been. But the look of astonishment was nothing compared to the shock look he got when the barber pulled Mike back into a sitting position with a head of reddish blond hair.
"Hold shit Mike!! What's he doing?!?!"
"Shut up Artie and let the man work." Mike barked at him. At least Artie thought it was Mike. The tone sure sounded like something his buddy would come up with when mad. But he looked like a teenager and a black teenager with bright red hair. Like some kind of freak.
But not for long. As the Barber began clipping away at the now young man's hair, his features began to shift. His skin tones began to lighten. Soon his nose was more pug like than African. His chin a bit pointier than before, the cheekbones still high and defined. His eyes shifted from a warm brown to a cold green. His skin was going from a fair brown to tan to a very light pink. The type of skin one had to be careful with in the sun. His hair was left fairly long, long enough that it could be placed in a pony tail. The hair on his body grew out some, spreading across his bigger square pecs. Circling his longer but thinner cock, and filling in more on his now very pink ball sack. Hair grew down his legs. Mike even lifted a hand outside of the sheet he was covered with to see the reddish blond hair take over his arm down to his hands. Hands that were fairly large now, calloused on the knuckles. His mustache had also changed to a slightly darker red straight covering of hair over his upper lip, and now extended to a rather neatly kept goatee. The Barber took out his brush and swept away some stray hairs from Mike's forehead, leaving behind several barbell shaped piercing in his left eyebrow. The were a gold color that went well with his new hair color, and matched the heavy gage earrings that now hung from each ear.
"Don't think that can be categorized as 'my worst.'" The Barber said removing the sheet from Mike.
The young white man got up from the chair and did not even seem to be able to see his best friend who was gaping at him. Mike hurried to the mirror across from him and continued to stare. He even had to move a few strands of long hair out of his face to do so. It was then he noticed that his nicely pressed white shirt had become a tight fitting blue tank top with the words, Ultimate Fighting League, printed on it. His pants were now low hanging on his hips instead of hiked up above his waist, and were long board jeans. His good dress shoes were now far too well worn trainers.
His shouldered were twice as wide as his incredibly thin waist. Lifting his arms up Mike was the small forest of dark red pit hair that peeked out. Biceps so large that, thanks to the pale white skin, blue veins cold be seen snaking under it. He lifted his shirt up to reveal the furry chest and stomach he now sported, along with two large reddish brown nipples. He was about to shave his hands down the front of his shorts to check what his dick looked like now when Artie reached out and touched Mike's arm.
"It can't be real. Mike…is that still you?"
"Artie, you've got to do this!!!" Mike said in a voice that shocked both men. "What's with the voice? Is this an accent?"
"I believe you're from Scotland now."
"Mike's not from Scotland, he's from Detroit… we both are…"
"Gentlemen if I made you younger versions of yourselves, then people would find out. Far too obvious. And the seams to all this aren't 100% perfect as is. So part of the deal is that, if you want another go, it's as someone else."
"Then what, I'm dead? I never existed?" Mike asked as he continued to check his new face out.
"No, if you go through with this Mike will have just, ceased to be. If the people at this retirement home even notice you're no longer around, they'll have a vague memory of your death, nothing specific, just enough to move them onto their next thought. The same for any family members, but I got the impression that would not be an issue."
"Like I could care less…"
"Got to be more to it that that." Artie said.
"Yes there is. If you go through with this you also will have no memory of ever being the former Mike. You will have some base memories, enough to set you up in your new life. But you will never have any memories of your former selves ever again."
"I can't just forget about Janice… and the kids no matter what…" Artie mumbled.
"Can't forget? Fuck Artie you can't even remember which kid is which when they come to visit. IF they come to visit. And I understand what you mean about Janice, but my Helena died 30 years ago. The memories I have are so faded I don't even know if they're real anymore. Plus….do you want me to say it? Come on, I'm whiter than white here!!! No more being followed around stores when shopping. No more women getting their handbags closer to them when we ride the subway. The world's a better place now than when were where this age in the 40's, but think how much less shit we'll have to go through if we do this all again as white boys!!!"
"You saying being white is better?"
"No, I'm just saying it'll be a hell of a lot different.!"
"Once you change me, like you changed Mike, what if I don't like it?" Artie asked.
"As of now this is not permanent. Mike can still change back and so will you, at first, after I'm done."
Artie took a long minute to think. "Oh what the hell. Don't suppose you can make me whiter than this old fool." Artie said slapping his friend on the shoulder.
"I think we can work something out."
The Barber brushed the last bits of Mike's clipped hair out of the chair so Artie could take a seat. His eyes still showed Mike some hesitancy as the sheet went around his neck. Not even Mike's quick thumbs up was enough to take the concern out of Artie's eyes as the Barber leaned him back to rest his head in the sink.
Artie needed more work to get his hair up to speed than Mike. His baldness was even more severe. Along with Artie being several years older than Mike. But as the barber worked over the sink Mike could see that changes in Artie start to take place. The sheet moved down in front like a balloon had been popped underneath it. Because in a way one had. The big round gut that Artie spent the last 45 years growing shank down to nothing. Less than nothing. Mike's 8 pack was nothing compared to the perfectly etched egg bread shaped muscles that now lined Artie's stomach. And then just after the belly went down, the chest went up. Mike was afraid that Artie might be getting too busty till he say the chest widen more than it rose up. Even a little embarrassed that he could see Artie's nipples poking through the fabric like antennas. Mike also couldn't help notice that Artie's knees started appearing from under the sheet. It took him a couple of moments to realize that his legs were getting longer. That's when Mike himself noticed that he had gone from just under 6 feet to well above, at least 6'3". Well, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to have his buddy as tall.
Mike also couldn't help but notice that his dick was getting hard. Seeing that the Barber still had Artie back in the sink and was pretty preoccupied, Mike took that chance to quickly unzip and check himself out. Sure enough the long pink cock he now had hanging between his legs was getting harder by the minute. And he was cut now, shit that was going to take some getting used to. He had gotten a couple of strokes off when the Barber made a move that seemed to indicate that he was going to be putting Artie back in a seated position. It wasn't easy but Mike was just able to zip himself back up when Artie was lifted back into place. With a head of long pure white hair.
"Hey, that's not fair, shouldn't Artie get a chance to go younger too?"
"Far from done." The Barber said getting out his scissors.
"Oh well." Mike said still feeling uncomfortable with the hard on.
"You know what I can do again with this great body? Smoke cigars. Going to run down the street and grab Artie and myself.."
"No, I'm sorry Mike." The Barber said stopping for a moment. "You leave right now and the change will shift back the second you foot goes over the doorway. You won't remember that it ever happened and you won't be able to come back in. a bit more to do once Artie is done"
"Like what?"
Both men were at first surprised that the Barber did not continue the conversation. That he was very obviously ignoring the question for now. but then they both started seeing the rest of the changes that came over Artie and forgot the questions themselves.
As the Barber started working on Artie's hair his skin also became paler. And continued on well past the pale pink that Mike took on. Artie's nose grew out some, thin but long. Lips were still fairly full, with a faint blush of pink. His wider chest got a pair of perky pink nipples too. His chin, now completely void of any fat, got longer but had a good cleft in the end. The kind most guys would have to pull on the skin a little to smooth out in order to shave in the dimple. But Artie wasn't going to have to worry about shaving that much. He's still grow a beard, a fairly good one, but he was going to be able to go several says before anyone would see it. Because just like the hair on his head, the rest of Artie's hair, on his chin, circling his nipples, in his underarms and just above his dick, was all turning pure white. Not a shade of blond, but white. His eyebrows then turned white, and thinned so they almost didn't even register on his forehead. That was just before his eyes turned a bright a red as Mike's hair was.
Removing the sheet the 6'5" muscular albino that once was Artie got up from the chair and, as Mike did, rushed to the mirror.
"How do you feel?" Mike asked.
"Like I've never been this alive. Oh! Listen to me!! I'm from Scotland too!!!"
"You look amazing. Just as amazing as I do, if I say so."
"Well I did ask to be whiter than you. Guess I have myself to blame for these red peepers. But this body!! Does your body feel like this too!? Like we could take on the world…AGAIN!!??"
"Sure right it does." Mike said suddenly turning to the Barber. "He's done now. Is this it? Are we all set?"
"Not quite. One last little thing to take care of. One last little condition to meet."
"I knew you were the devil." Artie said.
"We're not even on speaking terms. But really it's not that bad. Quite simply you should know that in your new lives you will be gay. Having sex here and now in the shop will complete the transformation. Seal the deal so to speak. That's it."
"That's it!!!" Mike yelled. "What do you mean, that's it!!! That's a pretty big IT! No wonder I was getting a hard on when he was changing!!! "
"You were getting' a stiffy over me?!" Artie yelled.
"Well, yeah. I didn't know why but I guess it makes sense now."
"I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a romantic but, I do like it when someone had another person in their life. It makes the journey all the sweeter. And you two have been friends for, what 50 years or more?"
"Friends yes, but not fuck mates."
"You might have noticed the shirts your wearing. Ultimate Fighting League. You're not just some fans of this extreme sport franchise, you're the stars. You're going to be traveling the country. Taking on one opponent after the other. The thrill of battle unlike this generation has seen by way of sport. Like your days in the Golden Gloves, but so much more. More than boxing, just slightly less than a back alley brawl."
"We saw them on TV that one night, remember?" Artie mumbled.
"And we said that if we ever had a chance to do that when we were younger…"
"The stars, gentlemen. Well, not that it won't be without controversy. You're not going to be in the closet. You're going to be the stars, but everyone will know you're also gay. But that won't matter once you get in the ring and prove that it means nothing when it comes to bleeding your opponents dry."
"Someone said on Oprah last week that "Gay" is the new 'Black" so it won't be nothing we haven't."
"Will you shut the fuck up man!!!" Artie yelled. " I knew shit like this would happen. Not one story of a deal like this EVER written when there wasn't something left dangling to… queer the deal. You want that. Here, look here man" Artie dropped his pants and turned around. 'You like what porcelain white ass, it's what you're going to be fucking from now on. How 'bout you let's see your…"
Artie made a grab for Mike's pants but the other new Scotsman fought him off with moves he didn't know he had. But gave a hint to what he will gain if the continued.
"Stop it Artie!!! You know what, no it's not what I thought it would be. But would it be the end of the world? No, that's right, the end of the world for the old Mike and Artie is just months away, in our sleep if we're lucky!! No I take even that back. The end of my world was the day my driver's license was taken away. And it ended again the day I got locked up in that hellhole of an assisted living facility we're staying at. The end of the world kept on coming when the nurses added fucking Depends to my daily needs. And I STILL shit my pants on a weekly basis!! The end of the world came the week my kids didn't come to visit for my birthday. But they DID, I just FORGOT 5 minutes after they left!!"
"Stop it Mike." Artie stood for a second, tears coming to his eyes.
"If I as going to go through this with anyone…"
Artie grabbed the back of Mike's head and laid a kiss directly on his lips. The two men each sort of hesitated in the depth of the kiss before giving in and enjoying. Hands reached under shirts and began playing with chests and nipples.
"Guess if we treat it like making out with a women it wouldn't be too bad till…"
"Trust me gentlemen, treating each other like women at this point will lead to more frustrations. Treat each other like the man you've always known you were, how you would like to be treated as a man. That'll work much better." The barber said feeling he needed to give them a bit of advice from his vast experience in seeing this last segment of his work done.
There was a lot of hesitancy in the movements the men made. More thinking into each action than they ever had made back when they were capable of having sex. Remembering what to do and adapting it to the next version, while working past the occasional panic attacks over what they were doing, made for slow going at first.
But then maybe it was the new personalities beginning to come in as the continued. Maybe it was the return of sensual pleasure that got them going stronger, even if it was with another man. Maybe it was the thrill of feeling alive again, of feeling virile. Getting over the thoughts of having sex with another man and realizing that they could possibly have sex with an other man all evening if they wanted to. And maybe, slightly embarrassingly there were the thoughts that while the man they were making out with no longer looked like their best friend, this was a man they had known for over a half century. A man who had been an important part of each other's live. Maybe there wasn't so much wrong with taking it to the next level, when the next level was looking so great.
"We gonna do this?" Artie asked, taking another kiss from Mike.
"No doubt. You wanna…..?"
"I did say you were going to fuck this ass from now on, let's see what it feels like."
After standing still, each other's head resting next to the other for a moment, Artie pulled away and pushed his pans down again. Leaning over he grabbed the back of one of the chairs and stuck his ass out. It helped that past his outstretched arms he could see Mike come up behind him in the wall of mirrors. Mike had also dropped his pants and was working his dick pretty hard. For some reason he thought it would be best if his new long pink cock was as hard as he could make it before plunging it into Artie's ass for the first time. While he prepared himself Mike reached between Artie's leg and stocked his buddy's cock as best he could. Just at the feeling of Mike's hand on his pick Artie rolled his eyes back in his head from the extreme pleasure it brought him. But it became time to complete their change. Both men knew this was the last they would remember as their old selves. Something inside made them almost want to say goodbye to each other but, that wouldn't be right. they knew what was coming next would ensure they would never be apart again.
Mike carefully placed his plumb sized dickhead on the pink rose that was Artie's asshole. As carefully as with anything he had ever done in his life he moved the dick forward till it pushed all the way into Artie's ass. His friend let out a hiss that just about got Mike to withdraw, but his dick was too well enclosed in the hole.
"Careful" Artie whispered. "Keep going but careful."
Letting Artie take a second to catch his breath again Mike began slowly pushing into the hole. Bit by bit. Letting the natural lubricant do most of the work, along with the seat that was rolling down from Artie's back. Mike saw that his pink dick was getting even harder, the blood causing the shaft to turn almost as dark as it used to be. Artie was dealing with the twin new experience of not only getting fuck, and finding he loved it, but having his cock rock hard between his legs at the same time. Next felt so overwhelmed with complete lust in his life. Nothing existed in the word but the feelings he was having right then and there.
With his cock all the way up his buddy's ass, Mike withdrew all the way back to the head and then pushed in again. Once he felt that Artie had been opened enough to take it on a quicker basis, he speed up the rhythm.
The final changes started almost immediately. What had been Mike and Artie slowly drifted away. Memories of growing up in Detroit in the 40's were replaced with growing up in Glasgow in the 80's. Never a wife and never any kids. But then never working menial jobs for less money than other who did the same jobs right next to them. Now they had memories of being discovered and brought to America to live out the fantasy life of take no crap ring fighters. The tedium of working 9 to 5 then a part time job of 7 till midnight to support their family was replaced with signing autographs for fans after bouts.
Muscles grew in more. Denser, stronger. Colin, the man doing the fucking, suddenly showed signs of having had his nose broken several times, and never having it set just right. Bruises showed on his arms, along with some tattoos, including one the ran across his stomach which read "Morgan". Which happened to be the name of the albino man he was currently fucking. Morgan also got a crack in his nose and a fairly new black eye that looked like it had only recently begun to heal. The hands of both men broke out in severe calluses, not only gained from bare knuckle fights, but used effectively in them also.
Colin continued to fuck Morgan till both men were grunting like animals, but it was their way. Rough sex that was not without it's tender spots, but those were not the point,. Getting a good fuck going was. Colin brushed the long red hair out of his eyes, caught sight of himself fucking his lover in the mirror, and his lover's smiling face too. A smile broke out on Colin's face as he slammed his hips into Morgan's ass one last time and shot his full load. Both men giving out a scream of nothing but pleasure.
Morgan was still shooting off bits of cum from his own cock when Colin pulled out. Their kissing for several minutes afterwards was also something no session of their was ever to with without.
"The only bad part of being fucked raw by you is that now everyone is going to know it. I can't hide a fuck blush like most people. The blood rushed to my face like a spotlight on this pale skin." Morgan said, his accent even heavier than before.
"Almost sounds like you're complaining." Colin said hiking up his pants. "When we all know your favorite part is shocking people with the knowledge that you just took it up the ass."
"Ah, that's true. I am a slut."
"Always have been, always will be, god willing."
"I think you'll find the gym down the street will be perfect for your workouts while your in town. Might even comp your visits for a couple of celebrities." The Barber said picking up the now orphaned bowling balls and moving them to the back room for future use.
"We're more celebrity in the small circle of our fans. Most people don't even know what our fight league is all about." Colin said rather sheepishly.
"Speak for yourself. Free is free. We've got to have something left to live on in our old age." Morgan announced.
"Morgan, you'll still be charging 5 bucks a shot in the old folks home even when the best you can offer is a dry hump of your colostomy bag."
"How much you want to bet?"
"I don't take bets that are too much of a sure thing, no matter how long I'll have to wait for the pay off." Colin said as the two young men headed out the door, almost running into several staff members of a nearby old folks home who were looking for a couple of missing residents.