Transforming You to Your Wishes 2
by Titan
Synopsis: This continues the story of Justin who writes stories about male transformations.
His laptop has been stolen. Now his identity as the writer of these stories is out there forall to see. What he doesn't know is that at the moment, it is only his neighbour, Todd that knows. Justin had left his computer with his current story, 'Older slave required' on the back patio table while he went out for a six-pack. His new neighbour sneaked in to see what Justin had been working on. Amazed at his find he was prevented from finishing the story when Justin came home. He grabbed the laptop without thinking. He now continues reading the story in his own home..........
Jake suddenly turned his boy around. Brett was facing a full length mirror now, his whole naked body on show including the damage that had been inflicted on his scalp. Jake turned the clippers off. The room returned to complete silence. Brett couldn't speak as he gazed in the mirror at his head.
With his blonde colouring it looked like he was genuinly balding on top. The only hair appeared to be a ring around his head in the classic horseshoe fashion. He moved his head from side to side and had to admit, he liked the look; it already made him look years older, especially with his beard growth. But did he really want to have such a drastic change?
"I knew you'd get off on this look." Jake said at last breaking the silence. "You wanted to look older and now you do.'
Starting to feel less scared, Brett said, 'But it looks like it was shaved on purpose!"
"Yes! But I have a little more work to do. You wanted to look older, and I love older men. I especially like creating my older man."
Excitement and nerves were building up in Brett. He knew he was at this man's mercy but deep down he craved to be changed... transformed from the young guy he was into a mature man. A slave to this hunk that had kidnapped him. It had been his ultimate fantasy. But how far would his transformation be taken? Somehow he knew the answer.
"First we get rid of the hair on top." Jake said taking a pot of gel from the bench and spreading it thickly over the fine stubble on his head. A small hand held laser was used over the top of the scalp. Brett could feel small pin pricks as the laser was applied, skimming over the gel. The laser was ridding the scalp of even the smallest follicles of hair. Fear was starting to overtake Brett's excitement as he realised he was being given a permanent male pattern baldness haircut. He wasn't ready for this... this was going too far.
"No! Stop this Jake. This is permanent!"
Suddenly he felt a powerful slap that stunned him.
"Shut the fuck up slave. You are mine to do with as I please. You should be grateful."
Brett was scared now. He never wanted this. He stayed quiet while tears rolled down his cheeks.
Jake enjoyed this part the most. Taking away a young guys hair for good, forcing male pattern baldness on guys before their time. He'd carefully studied the different methods for permanent hair removal and now he was getting practise on on real subject.
Jake worked carefully with the small, laser wand; going over every last follicle as he covered more and more scalp.
'I preferr a low dip at the back' Jake said sounding quite sinister as he applied more gel to the back of Brett's head. Applying the wand to lower the hairline at the back, Brett knew this was going to be one serious balding look.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jake switched the laser off, only to take a smaller pen-like apparatus. He heard a soft hum and watched in the mirror as Jake softened the contrast between his new bald scalp and the created hairline. "Much better," Jake muttered to himself. "Looks more natural this way."
When satisfied with his work, Jake took another pair of clippers, without a guard. They were balding clippers, real heavy duty. The noise from them filled the room. He went to work clearing the remaining hair on the sides and back. Soon all that was left of Brett's hair was a mere shadow in the classic horseshoe shape. Now he looked like someone who kept his head shaved because he was balding. Although with his blonde colouring the baldness looked complete. The shadow only noticeable on close up.
Jake then applied a thick cream, and rubbed it carefully into the newly denuded scalp being careful to avoid the horseshoe of hair. Jake took his time rubbing it over the newly balded area.
Brett found the head rubbing amazing as Jake's huge hands massaged his fresh, totally hairless skin, but he wasn't ready for male pattern baldness, not at 25; despite his fetish for male pattern baldness. After a while he found his head starting to burn.
'"My head feels hot. I think whatever you've put on the skin is making it burn." Brett decided to speak up feel the discomfort mounting.
"Quiet Slave! You're going to have to get use to more pain before I'm through with you."
Jake hissed in his ear. "Just a few more minutes and I'll wash the depilatory off. The burning means it's working."
Brett didn't like the sound of that. He knew what a depilatory was.
As the pain became almost unbearable, Jake adjusted the chair to recline back towards a basin Brett hadn't noticed. As cool water hit his scalp the pain started to subside. "Now that's a good slave.....I know it was painful putting the hair removal cream over your newly lasered scalp but the result is a lot more permanent. Even the finest and weakest follicles wont be able to grow on top, and if it does the laser will take care of it."
Brett didn't know what to say. His scalp still felt hot and itchy. That is until Jake started rubbing this very cool gel over it saying, 'This aloe vera infused gel should stop the burning and get rid of the redness.'
And Jake was right. Brett started to feel the sensualness all over again as his masters hands massaged the gel into the newly created baldness.
Jake could feel his own manhood stiffening. He rubbed up against Brett's leg, giving Brett no doubt how this was making his master feel.
Returning the chair upright, Brett could now see his scalp shinning with just the faint horseshoe of hair visible in the strong overhead light. It looked to be the total work of nature, a number 7 on the Norwood scale he guessed. He was right.
As the rubbing stopped it started all over again. This time Jake spread a thick white cream over the entire scalp. Brett found out it was a tanning lotion, designed to quickly get rid of the whiteness. 'A few coatings of this stuff should darken that skin up nicely,' Jake purred into Brett's ear. 'So now for the beard. I'm not sure if I like it with the bald head on such a young guy.'
Reclinning the chair back once again Jake took a pair of small clipper that looked to Brett like beard trimmers. Their high-pitched noise filling the silent room. Jake began to shear away at the prized facial hair Brett had grown. Brett's cock thickened as he felt the warm metal on his lower neck as they made their way up to his cheeks.
Brett thought it odd that Jake was shaving the very beard he'd been told to grow. He actually liked the full beard, but he had to admit it did look strange with his new hairstyle.
Jake stripped the beard from the sideburns down to a point level with the corner of the mouth. He repeated this on the opposite side leaving the moustache and goatee. He then carefully cut the line of whiskers from the corners of the mouth seperating the moustache from the goatee he left on the chin. Switching off the trimmer he said, 'That will do for now. I want to thicken up that moustache before deciding on your final look.'
Soon warm lather was being spread over the shaved areas. If Brett hadn't been so shit scared he would have probably got off on the whole episode.
"Now you need to rest!"
Brett felt the needle before he saw Jake inject him in the right arm.
'Jesus! What's the meaning of the needle? You won't get away with this, you.....you...........yo......!"
Brett felt total darkness overcome him.
"Just helps me work more efficiently on my slaves." Jake answered before inserting another needle in his arm and conected it to a IV drip. "I think we need you out for a few weeks!"
ONE WEEK LATER
Brett felt a weird sensation. As his eyes opened he had trouble remembering where he was. He felt a light source above him. Ahead he started to focus on a mirror. Now he remembered. It hadn't been a dream. That was him in the mirror, transformed beyond what he thought possible. His head was still totally smooth on top but the sides had been let grow so the horseshoe was much more noticeable. His goatee and moustache were thicker and longer. It looked like no further styling had been done to them. A part of Brett strangely was disappointed. His facial hair was looking overgrown though he noticed the neck and cheeks still shaved smooth.
He felt so heavy, why was that? And what was with the bag he saw to his left. It seemed to be feeding some fluid into him via a plastic tube. Suddenly he was aware of Jake in the room. Next came the needle.
"No you're not ready yet. We have alot more work to do." He heard Jake's familiar voice as he started to black out again. "Your're going to be my best creation yet!"
Todd had been so engrossed in the story he had completely forgotten about his neighbour's return. Of course he hadn't gone far, otherwise he would have locked everything up. A sound coming from the front door lock was enough to tell Todd his neighbour was home. Without stopping to think he grabbed the laptop and darted back to the spot in the hedge where he had climbed over. He knew he had no time before he'd be discovered.
Justin hadn't thought he'd be this long but he'd run into a neighbour he always tried to avoid. Mr Cousins was the local busy-body. Anything that went on in the area, he knew about. He was probably lonely but he always seemed to stop Justin for a long chat. Justin found out he'd never been married and at 45 he'd taken early retirement. He'd been some successful research scientist who had come into a family fortune. By the look of his ordinary house he didn't seem to be rich. The talk was that Mr Cousins was gay, Justin wasn't sure, or didn't really care. The old guy did look after himself and was always immacuately groomed. He was overweight but his height countered that. In fact when Justin found out his age he was impressed. The guy said he was 69 but looked years younger. If it wasn't for the trim white moustache and horseshoe of white hair framming a bald head, he could be mistaken for a person in their 50's. Justin wondered what Mr Cousins used on his skin. There was hardly a line. The thing that annoyed him the most was the old guy was always puffing away on a big pipe, and Justin hated smoking.
Anyway, Justin was in a hurry to get home and didn't want to waste time talking to the guy. Though he was surprised his new next-door neighbour was the main subject of the conversation. Cousins wanted to know had I spoken to him or found out where he was from? Justin realised the old guy must be gay, with all the questions about his new neighbour and his appearance.
Justin then smiled as he realised they were both fascinated with the new arrival.
Finally home, he could get back to complete his story. As he came outside, beer in hand, he stared at his table in disbelief. The laptop was gone!
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Justin said aloud. He'd been robbed. As he quickly went back into the house he couldn't find anything else amiss. Scratching his head he came back outside. It seemed only the computer was missing. They must have climbed over the front gate, as hard as that was.
Justin had a sickening feeling in his stomach. The laptop was on at the story he'd been writing. As well as all the other stories he had stored. He didn't know what to do! Then, in the corner of his eye he saw something in his neighbours window. The curtains moved quickly as Justin looked up.
Todd couldn't help but watch the young Justin out of his bedroom window. The kid was angry, then looked scared. That's when Justin looked up at Todd's window. Todd croutched down low, but it was too late. He knew the kid had seen him.