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[shaver-1]

winning back my ex because all of a sudden he wants to get sober and change his life

[ruggedrainwear]

[lavengercrimson]

[sirjocktrainer]

Checking for new orders as he heads to home to his Owner after a day at work.

[willpreppy]

The new preppification program can also be sent via text message. Welcome, young man, to a conformist, gelled life. Your job, wardrobe, social circles, apps, and hobbies have all been updated. Now you're a journalist for the DailyPreppy, you live in a gated community in a nice apartment, you have great clothes, you have a Prepphone that includes Prepbook, PrepGram, Preptify, and much more. Your week is divided between work, the community conformity center, golf, rowing, cycling, charity events, church, volunteering to help underprivileged youth, your commitment to the volunteer fire department, and sometimes a social evening with a few friends...

[suitsandties]

The new Bonfire of Vanity Society Poster Series

Entry One: From Barron Rich to Student 27-118

The Bonfire of Vanity Society presents the first two of several new plates in its new instructional poster series: “Vanities to Be Surrendered” and “New Arrival & Freshman Induction Uniform.” These will hang exclusively within the hallways of the society.

Together, they show the essential beginning of the Society process. The first poster records the type of young man who arrives at the gates: rich, vain, groomed for admiration, dressed for display, and convinced that ordinary rules do not apply to him. The second poster shows what he becomes after inprocessing: numbered, shaved, corrected, uniformed, and placed under visible discipline.

For this series, the example student is Barron Rich — or, as he is known after admission, Student 27-118.

The Typical Arrival

Barron Rich arrives exactly as expected.

He is the sort of young man who has never mistaken attention for anything other than a right. His hair is long, styled, expensive-looking, and maintained as part of his identity. His clothes are chosen for status: designer jacket, loose luxury trousers, branded trainers, jewellery, watch, phone in hand, accessories arranged to signal wealth before he even speaks.

His posture tells the same story. He slouches. He poses. He occupies space as if the room belongs to him. He is used to being looked at, photographed, excused, and admired.

At the Bonfire of Vanity Society, these are not harmless habits. They are the first evidence of the problem.

Barron enters as a name, an image, and a reputation. He leaves inprocessing as 27-118.

Inprocessing

The first stage is administrative, visual, and final.

Personal clothing is removed. Designer items, jewellery, bags, shoes, grooming products, fragrance, accessories, and phones are taken from him. Nothing self-selected remains on his body. Every object that helped him perform wealth or vanity is separated from him.

His name is replaced by a number. From that moment onward, he is addressed as 27-118 during training and inspection.

The hair is then removed. New arrivals undergo the complete head shave. The scalp is taken fully bare, with no styling, no fringe, no softness, and no remaining trace of the former image. For freshmen and new arrivals, the shave is maintained daily. Stubble is not permitted. Regrowth is not a right; it is a later privilege earned only through progress.

The removed hair is retained for the Bonfire Ceremony, where the student must surrender it himself.

The New Arrival Uniform

After shaving, 27-118 is issued the freshman induction uniform.

The required day uniform consists of:

a white, heavily starched, long-sleeved shirt

a very high, stiff turndown collar

a black bow tie

tailored grey or black suit shorts

mandatory suspenders

knee-high black socks

black sock garters

shirt garters

sleeve garters

polished black orthopedic dress shoes

a visible student number tag

The uniform is deliberately formal, old-fashioned, restrictive, and anti-fashion. It is not designed to flatter him. It is designed to correct him.

The high stiff turndown collar prevents casual looseness. The bow tie removes swagger. The shorts expose posture and leg discipline. The suspenders and garters keep the body visibly regulated. The orthopedic shoes eliminate fashion posing. The number tag reminds him that he is not special, not famous, not socially ranked, and not above correction.

A new arrival is also fitted with large, unfashionable glasses and fixed braces.

The glasses are not accessories. They are part of the correction. They must be worn at all times and kept clean. They are intentionally plain, heavy, and institutional.

The braces are equally visible. The mouth that once smirked, boasted, mocked, and demanded admiration is now under correction. Brackets and archwire remain visible when he speaks or smiles. The lesson is simple: even expression is no longer entirely his own.

Rules for Students

From the first day, 27-118 is subject to inspection.

His shirt must be clean, pressed, buttoned, and properly tucked.

His collar must remain high, stiff, and correctly folded down.

His bow tie must be centered.

His suspenders must be straight and taut.

His sleeve garters must be worn correctly.

His socks must be pulled to the knee.

His sock garters must be fastened evenly.

His shoes must be polished.

His number tag must remain visible.

His glasses must be worn.

His braces must be clean.

His scalp must be freshly shaved.

No jewellery is permitted. No fragrance is permitted. No cosmetics, styling products, piercings, personal accessories, altered garments, loosened straps, rolled socks, relaxed collars, hidden braces, or fashionable substitutions are allowed.

The uniform must not be worn casually. Sitting, standing, walking, and speaking are part of the uniform standard.

Conduct Rules

A new arrival must learn that appearance reform is only the beginning.

He stands upright.

He sits upright.

He keeps his hands controlled.

He does not slouch, lounge, lean, pose, or swagger.

He does not use slang during inspection.

He does not complain about discomfort.

He does not smirk at correction.

He does not seek attention.

He does not compare himself to other students.

He answers respectfully and directly.

The old Barron Rich expected special treatment. Student 27-118 is taught that special treatment was the disease.

What Is Expected

The first days are not about comfort. They are about breaking the old visual language.

The long hair is gone.

The designer clothes are gone.

The jewellery is gone.

The phone pose is gone.

The expensive shoes are gone.

The careless posture is gone.

The name itself is replaced.

In their place stands a shaved, bespectacled, brace-wearing freshman in a stiff white shirt, high turndown collar, bow tie, shorts, suspenders, garters, orthopedic shoes, and number tag.

He is not yet reformed. He is only properly begun.

The purpose of the new poster series is to make that beginning unmistakable. The first poster shows the vanity that enters. The second shows the regulation that answers it.

Barron Rich arrived to be admired.

Student 27-118 remains to be corrected.

[suitsandties]

Bonfire of Vanity Society Poster Series

Entry Three: Graduation Status — The Final Standard Earned Through Obedience

The third entry in the Bonfire of Vanity Society poster series presents the final stage of correction: Graduation Status.

This is not an ordinary completion. It is not a ceremonial endpoint granted for attendance, patience, or outward compliance alone. Graduation is reserved for those students who have wholly embraced the teachings of the Society and proved, over time, that correction has become character.

For Student 27-118, formerly Barron Rich, graduation marks the point at which obedience is no longer an effortful performance but a settled instinct. Discipline has become second nature. Vanity has ceased to define him. The old self no longer waits beneath the surface to return at the first opportunity. That is the standard required.

A student is considered for graduation only if several conditions are met in full.

He must have accepted the Society’s teachings not merely in appearance, but in conduct, speech, habits, and inward discipline. He must have demonstrated sustained obedience, modest bearing, and a willingness to remain regulated without resentment. His record must show that correction has taken root deeply enough to continue beyond the institution itself.

He must also have shown particular seriousness in the area of chastity and restraint. The student who reaches graduation status is one who has worn the chastity cage as required and has accepted it not as a temporary humiliation, but as part of his lasting reform. Graduation further requires that he swear to continue wearing it after release, in accordance with the standards laid down by the Society.

Just as importantly, he must have shown that even progress has not become a new form of vanity. This is especially true of the bowl cut stage. Many students long for regrowth simply because they miss having hair again. That is not enough. The bowl cut is meant to test whether a student can receive visible progress without turning it into a new object of self-admiration. A student becomes eligible for graduation only when it is clear that even the bowl cut did not make him vain.

He must also have participated in one of the Society’s supervised “Get Ready With Me” recordings in the fully corrected nerd style. This requirement serves a lasting purpose. It publicly severs him from the image on which his former reputation depended. The polished rich boy who once curated himself for admiration is replaced, permanently and unmistakably, by the corrected young man who now presents discipline, glasses, braces, uniform order, and structured self-restraint. The reputational break is intentional. The old social identity must not remain intact.

Finally, graduation is not granted unless the father is willing to receive the son back under a clear condition: this corrected identity must remain permanent. The Bonfire of Vanity Society does not return the old son refined. It returns a changed son under terms.

The Privilege of the Graduation Makeover

If all of this applies, the student may be granted the privilege of the Graduation Makeover — Bonfire of Vanity Society Standard.

This is the final adult appearance. He leaves behind the freshman shaved-head stage and the advanced bowl-cut stage. He is no longer dressed as a boy under immediate induction, but as a corrected young gentleman whose life is now to be lived under continuing discipline.

The graduation standard includes:

* a conservative bespoke dark suit worn as the permanent daily standard from this point onward

* a crisp formal shirt with French cuffs at all times

* elegant but restrained cufflinks

* a proper tie

* polished, bespoke, elegant shoes that show refinement without showiness

* knee-length black socks, now permitted in silk or sheer black

* large, unfashionable glasses, which remain mandatory

* visible fixed braces, which also remain mandatory

* concealed shirt, sleeve, and sock garters beneath the finished look

* a severe, permanently lacquered graduation hairstyle

The Final Hair Standard

Perhaps the most striking element of the graduation makeover is the final hair style.

At this stage the bowl cut is removed, but freedom is still not granted. The graduation haircut is the opposite of freedom disguised as style. It is severe, glossy, lacquered, and held so rigidly in place that not a single hair may wander out of order. The sides and back are cut very short and kept close. The top remains only so long as necessary to force the hair straight back in one disciplined direction. The forehead remains fully exposed. There is to be no softness, no casual texture, no natural looseness, no playful wave, and no private vanity hidden in the grooming.

The intention is not fashionable elegance. The intention is permanent control made visible. Although the graduation look is more refined than the earlier stages, important elements of the Society remain beneath it.

The shirt garters, sleeve garters, and sock garters do not disappear. They are merely hidden now. The student no longer needs them displayed to be reminded of their purpose; they remain part of the structure under the surface.

The same is true of the braces and glasses. They are not removed at graduation. The Society does not erase correction simply because progress has been recognized. The braces remain visible on the teeth. The glasses remain on the face. Both continue to signal humility, correction, and permanence.

Thus the graduation appearance is not a return to privilege. It is a disciplined adulthood built upon the same principles that governed the earlier uniform stages.

Conduct at Graduation

The outward look alone does not define graduation. It is matched by a required manner of bearing.

A graduating student must stand and sit with complete composure. He must speak modestly. He must show no frivolous self-display. He must not present the final suit as a luxury costume or as a restored social triumph. He must carry it as a uniform of serviceable adulthood.

The old Barron Rich would have worn a bespoke suit to impress others.

Student 27-118 wears one because he has learned how to be governed by standards rather than impulse.

The Graduation Contract

Graduation concludes not only with a makeover, but with legal and moral submission.

Before release, the student signs the Graduation Contract, a binding document that confirms his continuing obligation to the Bonfire of Vanity Society. With that signature, he acknowledges that the transformation is not temporary, theatrical, or symbolic. He agrees that the standards learned within the Society remain the framework of his life after departure.

The contract binds him to the corrected self he has become.

It confirms:

* that he accepts the graduation standard as his permanent presentation, not as a ceremonial outfit or temporary release condition

* that he will continue to uphold obedience, discipline, modesty, restraint, and chastity after leaving the Society

* that he will maintain the required outward markers of correction, including the severe lacquered hairstyle, glasses, braces, formal dress, concealed garters, polished shoes, and disciplined bearing

* that he understands the return of his former name is not a return to his former identity

* that upon induction, Barron Rich was suspended and replaced by Student 27-118, so that vanity, family status, reputation, and entitlement could be stripped away

* that upon graduation, he is granted the privilege of using the name Barron Rich again, but only as a corrected graduate of the Bonfire of Vanity Society

* that his final signature as Barron Rich is the last formal act of the transformation: the old name is reinstated, but its meaning is permanently changed

* that by signing with his actual name, he binds Barron Rich himself — not merely Student 27-118 — to the Society’s standards for life

* that any future use of the name Barron Rich to revive arrogance, vanity, luxury display, sexual self-indulgence, or social dominance is a violation of the graduation contract

* that he renounces any return to the vanity-based identity from which he was removed

* that he accepts his father’s reacceptance under these terms: he may return home only as the disciplined, obedient, corrected Barron Rich

* that if he breaks these conditions, the Society may treat the reinstated name as evidence of breach, because he signed freely under that name and accepted its corrected meaning

In this sense, graduation is not liberation from the Society. It is lifelong membership through internalized discipline.

Contract Photo: Signed Graduation Contract of Student 27-118

The Meaning of Graduation

Graduation status is therefore the Society’s highest endorsement: not of personality, not of charm, not of wealth, and certainly not of self-expression — but of correction made permanent.

The student who reaches this stage has shown that he can be trusted with refinement without turning refinement back into vanity. He has shown that he can wear a better suit without seeking admiration, can possess hair without styling for ego, can look in the mirror without performing for himself, and can live under rules without needing to rebel in order to feel alive. The name reversal is one of the most important parts of graduation. At induction, Barron Rich ceased to exist inside the Society and was reduced to Student 27-118. At graduation, the name Barron Rich is returned, but not as a restoration of the old self. It is returned as a disciplined title, permanently altered by correction. His signature as Barron Rich is therefore not a celebration of freedom; it is the final act of submission. From that moment on, the name belongs not to the spoiled son who arrived, but to the corrected graduate who has sworn obedience, chastity, restraint, and lifelong discipline.

That is why the graduation standard is earned only through obedience, chastity, and discipline.

Barron Rich once dressed to be noticed.

Student 27-118 graduates dressed to remain correct.

[waterproofsandraingearguys]

[preppypal]

The Church Wants You (All of you) - Part 6

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Thank you.

---

"What do you mean?"

Peter looked at Daniel. His chin straight as he didn't want to touch his tie knot. Emily would make it more tight immediately.

"They believed some of the lifestyle choices in your household suggested instability."

Peter could clearly see the old Daniel behind this new persona. "What happened to him. Daniel was the gayest person I knew... He used to kiss with several guys at the same time while drinking his mojito at the bar..."

Peter immediately felt his stomach tighten.

"But," Emily continued gently, "after meeting you both at church and speaking with you, we told them we believed you were sincere about making changes."

Rick looked unconvinced.

Daniel nodded.

"We agreed to stand as guarantors for Peter."

The room became very quiet.

Peter blinked.

"You did?"

Daniel smiled.

"We did."

---

In less than half an hour Peter, Daniel and Emily were on the way to the council meeting.

Rick had been invited.

But declined.

"I'm not sitting in front of a council explaining my life."

Nobody forced him.

Peter went alone.

---

The meeting was surprisingly short.

Daniel spoke confidently.

Peter mostly listened.

Daniel explained that Peter was committed to following the program requirements, accepting the rules, and making the necessary adjustments with his personal relationship to remain on original prices for electricity and loans.

Peter said very little.

Mostly because every time somebody asked him a question he felt like his throat had closed up.

The most shocking was question if he is commited to contribute to society by finding a female spouse in near future.

Bills.

Electricity.

Loans.

And elections next year.

Peter had no option just to agree.

"Maybe they won't give a damn after it's signed." He thought

---

At the end the approval came.

Peter was accepted.

Not into a family arrangement.

Instead into a housing support program designed for single adults and shared households.

Enough assistance to keep things stable.

Enough to survive.

Peter finally signed the papers.

---

Outside the building Peter exhaled.

For the first time all day.

Daniel smiled.

"Told you."

Unfortunately that relief lasted about ten minutes.

Because Daniel immediately announced:

"Now we're going to the learning centre."

Peter groaned.

---

An hour later he was sitting in a classroom-like room.

White shirt.

Tie.

Books.

Lessons.

Scriptures.

Discussions.

Everything he normally avoided.

Daniel was sitting next to him.

Peter wanted to ateast loose his tie. But felt weird just thinking about it, didn't know how Daniel would react.

So Peter tried listening.

Really tried.

But after a while all he could think about was how uncomfortable he felt.

The tie sat tightly against his neck.

The collar felt stiff.

The chair felt hard.

---

His thoughts drifted.

I miss my hoodie.

I miss my bangs.

I miss feeling like myself.

Then another thought appeared.

I love Rick... I have to do this. For us.

Peter stared at the open book.

I love our apartment.

I love our evenings.

I love everything we built together.

He sighed.

This isn't forever.

One year.

One election cycle.

One year and things might get better.

Eventually Daniel closed the book.

"Let's pray."

Peter froze.

Oh no.

Not this.

Daniel waited until Peter bowed his head.

Then he did the same.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Then another.

Peter had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

So eventually, mostly out of boredom, he tried.

Dear God...

Please help us survive all of this.

Just one year.

Please help.

Help us find a way out of this misery.

And then something strange happened.

Nothing dramatic.

No voice.

No miracle.

Just...

for a moment...

he felt slightly lighter.

A little less tense.

As if somebody had removed five kilograms from his shoulders.

Peter immediately opened one eye.

What the hell was that?

The feeling disappeared almost immediately.

But it had been there.

And that annoyed him more than he wanted to admit.

After the prayer Daniel smiled.

"As you and Rick are opening your hearts to new things, I thought I'd bring some study material."

He slid two books across the table.

Peter looked horrified.

Daniel continued.

"And some reading for home."

Peter looked even more horrified.

Then Daniel asked casually:

"By the way, do you already have appropriate clothing?"

Peter laughed.

"No."

Daniel waited.

Peter sighed.

"The suit is from one wedding I attended years ago."

Daniel nodded slowly.

"And Rick?"

Peter almost laughed again.

"Rick has one dress shirt and same suit as me. From the same wedding."

"Only that?"

"Mostly."

Daniel sighed.

"I was the same... The same.

Then Daniel began telling a story.

"You remember me before all this?"

Peter certainly did.

Daniel smiled.

"I used to be very different."

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"That's one way of putting it."

Daniel laughed.

"You remember the crop tops I used to wear?"

Peter nearly choked.

"The clubs."

Peter nodded.

"The dancing."

Peter nodded harder.

Daniel shrugged.

"I regret a lot of it."

Peter looked confused.

Daniel smiled.

"Today I pray about those years."

Peter stared.

Daniel straightened his tie.

"Now I wear a shirt and tie every day."

Peter blinked.

"I just needed the right woman in my life. And I think so do you."

Peter looked even more confused than before.

---

Thirty minutes later they were standing inside a menswear store.

Peter immediately hated everything.

Rows of white shirts. Long and short sleeved.

Rows of ties.

Rows of jackets.

Rows of things that looked uncomfortable.

Daniel looked delighted.

He picked up packaged white shirts.

Compared collars.

Discussed fabrics.

Asked questions Peter didn't understand.

At one point Daniel wrapped a measuring tape around Peter's neck.

Peter stared at the ceiling.

Daniel measured carefully.

"Don't move."

Peter rolled his eyes.

The tape touched his collar.

His neck.

His jawline.

Everything felt restrictive.

Peter imagined Rick.

Their apartment.

Their future.

Not being homeless.

"You know Rick's size?" Daniel asked.

Fine. A hoodie isn't worth losing all of that... Peter thought.

"Yeah..."

---

Several shopping bags later Peter returned home.

He opened the door.

And froze.

Rick was sitting in the living room.

But something was different.

His hair.

Peter stepped closer.

"Wait."

Rick looked up.

Peter stared.

The long hair was gone.

Short.

Neat.

Much shorter than Peter had ever seen.

"What happened?"

Rick looked oddly proud.

"Emily asked if barbers are like dentists."

Peter blinked.

"What?"

"She said maybe they can't do their own job."

Peter immediately started laughing.

Rick shrugged.

"So I tried."

Peter stared at the haircut.

Then laughed even harder.

"You cut it yourself?"

Rick nodded.

"Why?"

Rick's expression softened.

"Because you're doing all this stuff for us."

Peter stopped laughing.

Rick continued quietly.

"You're going through things you hate."

He glanced at the shopping bags.

"So I figured I should contribute something."

Peter suddenly felt emotional.

Far more emotional than he expected.

Slowly he reached up.

His hand touched the freshly cut hair.

Still real.

Still Rick.

Just different.

"I can't believe you actually did it."

Rick grinned.

"You hate it?"

"No."

Peter smiled.

"I just never thought I'd see you without all that hair."

Rick laughed.

Peter looked at the beard.

"Maybe one day the beard too."

Rick raised an eyebrow.

"Let's not get carried away."

Both laughed.

Then Rick stood up.

Peter noticed the shirt immediately.

Two buttons open.

Without really thinking about it he reached forward.

His fingers found the collar.

Rick stayed perfectly still.

Peter folded one side of the collar neatly.

Then the other.

Then guided the loose edge together.

Click.

One button.

Now only the very top button remained undone.

Peter stepped back.

Looked.

Adjusted the collar once more.

Much neater.

Rick didn't complain.

Didn't pull it open again.

Didn't even argue.

Instead he looked down.

Then back up.

"Better?"

Peter nodded.

"Yeah."

Rick smiled.

"If it'll help, I can shorten the beard a little too. Also... don't want you to suffer alone. Where is that leash, I mean tie?"

Peter looked surprised.

"You would? And you want to wear a tie?"

Rick shrugged.

"If it makes you happy."

Peter smiled.

A genuine one.

"It would. Beard is great idea. And the tie.. not today. You can try it tomorrow to the work. Electricity at the barber shop should be working."

Rick rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

"Maybe before church tomorrow then."

Peter laughed.

"Let's try before work even..."

Rick's hands were shaking out of nerves before the next day. He hates all of this. But don't want Peter to suffer alone.

And for Peter, tomorrow's church suddenly felt a little less unbearable.

Not because of the tie.

Not because of the books.

Not because of Daniel.

Because Rick was standing beside him.

And for the first time all day, Peter didn't feel like he was carrying everything alone.

[realmendonthavehair]

Don't shave it more guys need to embrace the fringe of

[preppypal]

The Church Wants You - Part 17

Note from author: This marks the end of Ethan's story—for now. But don't worry, a new sequel set in the town of Riverdale, taking place alongside Ethan's adventures, is already on the horizon. And who knows? This may not be the last time we see Ethan...

---

When they got inside, the argument didn't last long.

Mark demanded to know what the Moral Guards had taken.

Emily stood silently in the middle of the living room, looking guilty.

Finally she admitted it.

"They found Ethan's sci-fi comics."

Ethan froze.

"What?"

"They said they violated the new family guidelines."

"They were comic books."

"They issued a fine."

Mark closed his eyes.

"A fine? Emily, how much?"

Emily quietly told him.

The room fell silent.

Ethan suddenly understood why both of his parents looked so worried.

"We can't afford that, can we?"

Mark slowly shook his head.

"Not if we want to keep this house."

Nobody spoke for several seconds.

Then Emily disappeared upstairs.

When she came back, she was carrying garment bags and cardboard boxes.

She opened them.

Rows of white shirts.

Dark trousers.

Dark ties.

All identical.

Government-approved Family Program clothing.

Ethan stared at them.

"No."

"Ethan—"

"No."

"We need the compliance credits."

"I'm not wearing that."

Emily sat beside him.

"You know how hard your father works."

Ethan looked away.

"You know how much stress he's under."

"Mom—"

"If we don't cooperate, we'll get more fines."

She paused.

"And I don't know what happens then."

Ethan glanced toward Mark.

His father looked exhausted.

For the first time Ethan noticed how tired he really looked.

The fight drained out of him.

An hour later he sat on the edge of his bed while Mark tied a dark tie around his neck.

The collar felt stiff.

The tie felt strange.

The mirror reflected somebody who didn't look like himself anymore.

Then Emily stepped forward holding a small black badge.

"What now?"

She pinned it neatly above his shirt pocket.

Ethan looked down.

ELDER ETHAN.

His stomach sank.

"What is this?"

Emily hesitated.

"The fine can be reduced."

"What does that have to do with this?"

"You've been enrolled in the Moral Guard Youth Organisation."

Ethan stared at her.

"You signed me up?"

Neither parent answered.

That answer was enough.

---

Later that afternoon the doorbell rang.

Ethan opened the door.

For a second he didn't recognize them.

Then he did.

Jacob and Andrew.

His best friends.

He had known them for years.

But now both were dressed exactly like him.

White shirts.

Dark ties.

Black name tags.

Polished shoes.

Each carrying a book.

It was strange seeing familiar faces inside uniforms.

Jacob grinned.

"Took you long enough."

Ethan rolled his eyes and let them inside.

A few minutes later all three were sitting in the living room.

The conversation immediately turned to the new rules.

"This sucks," Ethan said.

Jacob laughed.

"We know."

"Our parents made us dress like this at home too," Andrew added.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Ethan looked relieved.

"So you hate it?"

"We did."

"What changed?"

Andrew shrugged.

"We got bored."

"Bored?"

"Complaining every day gets exhausting."

Jacob nodded.

"So we started trying some of the new Offline Life programs."

Ethan frowned.

"The government ones?"

"Yeah."

"They actually pay people to attend."

Ethan blinked.

"Wait. They pay you?"

"A little."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

Jacob picked up the Book of Mormon from the coffee table.

"Also, have you actually read any of this?"

Ethan laughed.

"No."

"You should."

"It's a religious book."

"So?"

Jacob flipped through a few pages.

Then he started describing wars, rivalries, betrayals, heroes, journeys, and entire civilizations collapsing.

The way he described it sounded more like some huge fantasy saga than a religious text.

Ethan found himself listening despite himself.

"That's actually in there?"

"Yep."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

For the first time Ethan became a little curious.

Not because of the book.

Because Jacob genuinely seemed interested in it.

---

Eventually the conversation shifted.

"The Youth Organisation pays pretty well too," Andrew said.

Ethan sighed.

"Yeah. About that."

Both boys looked at him.

"What?"

"I'm already signed up."

Jacob burst out laughing.

Andrew nearly fell off the couch.

"Welcome aboard, Elder Ethan."

"Don't."

"Elder Ethan."

"Stop."

"Elder Ethan."

Ethan threw a cushion at him.

---

A while later he tugged at his tie.

"I still don't understand something."

"What?"

"How are you comfortable wearing this all the time?"

Jacob shrugged.

"Relaxation sessions."

"The what?"

"'Get Used To Relax.'"

Ethan stared.

"That sounds ridiculous."

"Maybe."

"But it works."

Andrew nodded.

"I used to live in tank tops and jeans."

"And now?"

"I honestly don't even notice this anymore."

Ethan looked skeptical.

"You're serious?"

"Completely."

Jacob pointed at Ethan's collar.

"You'll stop noticing it too."

"I doubt it."

"Come with us tomorrow."

"Where?"

"We've got outreach work."

"What kind of work?"

"Going house to house explaining the family plans."

Ethan groaned.

Then Jacob added:

"And afterwards we're doing a relaxation session."

Ethan looked at his two best friends.

They were still joking.

Still teasing him.

Still acting like themselves despite everything that had changed.

That mattered more than he wanted to admit.

Finally he sighed.

"Fine."

Both immediately smiled.

"You'll come?"

"I'll come."

Jacob leaned back.

"See?"

Andrew smirked.

"You're already getting used to it, Elder Ethan."

"Don't call me like that."

"Oh come on, it's on your name tag isn't it? Elder Ethan?"

Ethan laughed.

A cushion hit him in the face a second later.

The walk to the relaxation session felt strangely normal.

For the first time all day, Ethan wasn't thinking about fines, uniforms, name tags, or Moral Guards.

It was just him, Jacob, and Andrew walking down the sidewalk like they had done a hundred times before.

The only difference was the white shirts, ties, and books tucked under their arms.

The boys joked the entire way.

Jacob complained about having to polish his shoes.

Andrew claimed he had mastered sleeping through the longest morality lectures.

Ethan actually laughed.

Maybe things weren't completely ruined.

Maybe having his friends around made it bearable.

Eventually they reached a small building marked Get Used To Relax – Adjustment Center.

Inside, rows of cushioned chairs faced strange machines.

Headphones hung beside each seat.

"This is it?" Ethan asked.

"Pretty much," Jacob said casually.

The three boys sat down side by side.

An instructor gave a few quiet instructions.

Then everyone put on their headphones.

Soft sounds began playing.

Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

The collar still felt tight against his neck.

The tie still felt strange.

Then the sounds grew slower.

Softer.

Rhythmic.

His eyes became heavy.

The room seemed farther away.

The pressure of the collar faded.

The chair felt warmer.

His thoughts drifted.

The last thing Ethan remembered was seeing Jacob and Andrew sitting beside him with their eyes closed.

Then everything became distant.

And Ethan slipped into a deep, dreamlike trance.

When he woke up, Jacob and Andrew were already adjusting their ties.

"Oh God! You were right, I do feel less uncomfortable."

Jacob smiled and adjusted Ethan's tie.

"You see, it's better like that. This is the only way guys our age should dress. Even at home haha."

[realmendonthavehair]

grow out the fringe !!!!

[keep-your-boots-on]

Understand yourself. Explore your passion without judgement!

[justabaldguy21]

So I did a little somthing last night and I don’t know how I feel 🙈 I haven’t see my face shaven in years, but wanted to give the moustache a go! So here we go

[cathotradi2]

Morning prayer in a church on the way to work

[suitedsport]

Part III - Sport gets a uniform upgrade

The apartment was spotless. Josh had been on his floor for over an hour scrubbing the grout in the entryway tiles with a toothbrush when he heard the command:

“Living room. Kneeling.”

He dropped the brush, wiped his hands on his cleaning towel, and rose immediately—posture perfect despite the sweat on his brow.

Ryan was seated as usual, a tumbler of sparkling water in his hand. He looked calm, almost pleased. Beside him was a new folded outfit: khaki fabric, navy wool, and a tie draped over the stack like a final seal.

“Sport,” Ryan said, setting down his glass. “The shirt and slacks was a phase. A proving ground. Now that I know you can hold the line, I’m giving you a uniform that reflects something more refined. Clean. Collegiate. Controlled.”

He motioned to the clothes. “New standard. This is what you’ll wear from now on.”

Josh stepped forward, eyes scanning the pieces:

– Classic pleated khakis, crisply pressed, heavy cotton twill

– A pale blue pinpoint Oxford shirt with a button-down collar

– A thick striped tie—navy, burgundy, and gold

– A navy blazer, structured shoulders, brass buttons gleaming like medals

– Navy dress socks folded on top

– At the bottom: freshly shined burgundy penny loafers

“From now on,” Ryan said smoothly, “this is your daily uniform. Indoors, outdoors, doesn’t matter.”

Josh nodded, fingers brushing the edge of the crisp blazer.

“Shirt will be tucked tight. No sagging. Tie cinched all the way—no half-assed knots. Blazer buttoned whenever you’re standing. Socks over the calf. Loafers clean enough that I don’t even need to ask.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Ryan stood and approached, lifting the tie off the pile and inspecting it casually before holding it up to Josh’s neck.

“This look’s clean. Conservative. Put-together. You wear this, and people see you’re disciplined. Controlled. Owned.”

Josh’s breath caught slightly at the last word—but he didn’t argue.

Ryan continued as he draped the tie into place. “I’ll pick your tie each morning. No speaking while I dress you. You’ll shave right before—no five o’clock shadow. From now on, you keep cologne light, part your hair properly, and your belt matches the shoes. You want structure, Sport? This is prep school for men who never break.”

Josh gave a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

Ryan leaned in, brushing a non-existent speck from the lapel. “You’ll walk straighter in this. Sit taller. People will notice. And if anyone asks why you dress like this?”

Josh hesitated. “I’ll say… it’s required.”

Ryan smiled.

“Exactly.”

He stepped back and waved toward the hallway.

“Change. I want to see it buttoned up and perfect in five minutes.”

Josh picked up the uniform with reverence, the thick fabric warm in his hands. And as he turned, blazer over his arm, he felt it: the weight of expectation, the clarity of submission, the unmistakable pride of being polished.

He disappeared down the hall—ready to be transformed.

[beefybriefydads]

[preppy-bro]

it was a baseline, a standard: if you were in the frat, or even just rushing—if you were to even cross the house's threshold without being stopped—you had to look the part, and this was the bare minimum. khakis. a tucked-in button-down. a belt. leather shoes. a haircut and a clean shave.

the brothers of sigma nu groaned and complained they looked like dorky, old-fashioned clones, but the frat's president had seen enough t-shirts and basketball shorts. enough sneakers and slides. enough mop tops and mullets and fades. it was time for tradition, a classic style, the masculinity that real brotherhood can foster with proper encouragement, structure, and discipline.

they'd be new men by the fall.

[toxxicsuitor]

Damian used to be a cool guy. He had the latest clothes and know the best clubs. Problem is that cool crowd was a bad influence. When he was caught for stealing thankfully he was able to just get probation. His PO saw what being cool was doing to Damian, so he established some rules.

Damian was reunited to wear a white button down with a bow tie and suspenders every day. He has thigh high socks and new thick glasses. Finally he got braces installed. His PO threw out all his other clothes and this is all he has known for the last 2 years.

Honestly it's the best thing that happened to Damian, his old "friends" abandoned him but he's found a new group through a DnD campaign his PO made him attend. Damian has never been happier. He's a few months away from his sentence being over but he doesn't plan on changing a thing.