You whisper and tell the Barber what you want to have happen to Caleb and Cory. He says something to the other two Barbers, and they quickly exit the shop, leaving you alone with the two redneck teenagers and the Barber.
The Barber chuckles, nodding with pleasure as he snaps a sheet around the darker-haired redneck teenager's neck and pulls out a pair of clippers from his pocket and begins snipping at 17-year-old Cory's dark crew-cut.
Within just a few seconds, the redneck teen's hair was clipped even shorter, creating a thin layer of darker sleek-looking black fuzz across the teen's scalp. Cory's hair now looked like one of those new military male toy dolls you'd seen displayed one block away in the window of the general store, every hair trimmed down to something less than a quarter-of-an-inch long.
The tiny black spikes on Cory's head reminds you of a cat-o'-nine-tail's velvety brown flower just before it blooms and bursts open to release the cottony white fluff of its airy soft seeds.
It didn't escape your attention that as the Barber cut the teen's hair, he kept using the barber chair's foot pedal to raise the teen up a little bit higher as the kid's body became smaller, changing the once muscular redneck teenager into a noticeably younger and smaller version of himself.
As the Barber unsnapped the sheet from Cory's redneck neck, in the mirror's reflection in front of him you now saw that the overalls and boots Cory had been wearing when he'd first sat down were now far dirtier and more grimy looking. It also revealed Cory's slick muscular hairless chest and severely solid-looking muscles of his almost formed 6-pack were now also a bit more greasy and shined slick with more perspiration.
Cory looked about 14 or 15 now, though his hard muscular build still gave him the 'body' of an older redneck 18-year-old.
Strangely, Caleb hadn't either noticed any of the changes happening to his brother, or simply couldn't explain or even comment on what he was watching or seeing in the mirror's reflection. It was as if Caleb had just accepted the rapidly occurring youthful transformation of his brother Cory as something completely normal.
And when the Barber wrapped the same sheet around his neck, Caleb didn't even question the Barber's intent as his clippers began snipping all around his head and blonde crew-cut. Nor did Caleb seem to notice the Barber was also using a shiny metal comb at only the center of his scalp, increasing the thickness and volume of the lengthening blonde strands now building up into a distinctly much denser and far lighter blonde Mohawk being skillfully created there.
As the 2-inch high Mohawk was formed, the strands of Caleb's hair grew lighter and even more whitish blonde, although somehow a little dirtier, and maybe sweatier-looking, too, becoming almost as airy white and fluffy as a cat-o'-nine-tails puffy white seeds. Cropped shorter than even Cory's hair on both sides, it gave Caleb's head an almost grubbier-looking sleek glossy wet sheen beneath the short blonde fuzz.
Once again, you watched with growing excitement as Caleb grew shorter and younger in the Barber's chair with every upward press the man made on the chair's pedal. And by the time the Barber was finishing up, Caleb now appeared to be no older than a 12 or 13-year-old far dirtier redneck boy. He even bore a bit more noticeable streaks of dirt and ground in griminess on his sweatier younger face and neck.
And when the Barber removed the sheet from Caleb's bare hairless torso, the boy clearly had almost that same hard muscular shape that his older brother Cory had on his perspiring hairless chest, only now with his own rigidly hard 4-pack creased more youthful, and more boyish-looking abdomen.
Holey-Baloney, you thought with a slight giggle, unsure where that expression had even come from. Cory and Caleb now looked even more like they could have been twins, except for their obvious age difference of about two years, and their opposite hair color. Oh, and the 4-pack Caleb had was no where near as completely formed or developed as the almost 6-pack of larger muscles Cory sported across his sweat-slicked abdomen.
Wow, the dark-haired teenager was far more appealing to you now, too, you realized, although you couldn't quite understand or explain why you suddenly felt more of an attraction to the darker-haired redneck teen.
Maybe it was some leftover instinct or animal arousal from the deer sex you'd had with the doe. But, but she was a female deer you shivered with confusion.
You were not into males. And certainly not redneck teenage boys, were you? It was Caleb who grabbed your buck-hardened cock. You couldn't prevent your arousal from his rough grip on your buck-cock, right?
"Let's fix you up, shall we?" the Barber questioned, draping the sheet around you and fastening it around your neck. "But, since you aren't willing to be a deer any longer, dear boy, I think I'll make you and the younger Quinn boy's three horny brothers? Maybe permanently, too. Right?"