My inspiration for Sebastian post-transformation Kian post-transformation Note: Devoted readers know that I’ve been wanting to write a Scall
Keilan flushed but he didn’t look away. Even though he tried to, he couldn’t stop staring at Gus’ massively fat member. What would it be like to…? He shoved the thought out of his head. There was no way he’d ever do that to himself! No way!
They were weaving out of the pub and onto the sidewalk when Gus looked up, his ugly pug face brightening. “Look, mate! A barber shop! Let’s get yous a trim. It don’t close for ‘nother half hour!”
Keilan followed his gaze and, noting the seediness of the establishment, tried to decline but Gus wouldn’t take no for an answer and tugged him by the arm into the shop. “Oi, Geezah!” he shouted at the barber. “Take care of me mate here. Make ‘im look like a regular bloke. ‘E’s too uptight!”
A half hour later, Keilan stared at himself in the mirror, mouth hanging open.
“Why’d you take off so much?” he demanded. “I look uglier than shit!”
The barber merely shrugged and turned to look over at Gus who was grinning proudly from the chair next to him. “He told me to cut it short,” the man said. “So I did.”
Keilan couldn’t believe that his long, thick, black hair was lying on the floor at his feet and all that remained was a rough oval of black stubble on the top of his scalp. The sides of his head were shaved down to the skin, so close that his skin shone brilliant white in the light of the shop. The dude had even cut a wedge out of his eyebrow. Keilan stared and stared, not recognizing the punk in the chair glaring petulantly back at him. Were his ears really that big? They stuck out from the sides of his head even more than Gus’s! Somehow, losing all his hair made him seem shifty, like he was an ex-con or something. It wasn’t attractive in the slightest.
“Looks good on yous, mate!” Gus praised. His own hair was cut in exactly the same style, although he was so bald that he barely had any stubble left on top. The haircut didn’t look any better on him. “Now we juss need to get ya a couple o’ tats and a piercing!”
“Never!” Keilan spat, springing up from the barber chair and throwing off the cape. Remnants of his thick, black locks went flying in all directions. “I’m going home! I can’t believe you did this to me! I look like a fuckin’ thug!”
