Opening your mouth to answer, you suddenly realize you can't speak. You want to say 'Hell no,' but all that came out was a gush of air as the sheet drapes around your neck and the Barber begins clipping away.
Dark lengthy strands of the wild dark hair on your head are falling down from your scalp in rapid succession, disappearing beneath the mirror's reflection you're stuck simply staring at as your face is changing, growing distinctly more similar, almost identical, to the two teenagers still seated on either side of you.
You feel the changes, too, moaning as your deer-altered reflection adjusts with subtle shifts of bones and muscles with its reforming structure. Your nose is becoming a little smaller and forming that same tiny up tilt like the Quinn boys nose's as your cheeks become more narrow and somewhat sharper, more uniquely shaped like their thin cheeks. Your upper and lower lips are thinning, too, giving them that heart shaped form of their same lips and smaller mouth. You can feel your teeth inside your mouth changing, too, becoming smaller and slightly slimier as if you hadn't brushed them in a while. A long long while you realize as they were getting even more slimy and much more slippery inside your mouth.
Oh dang, you think, noticing the more watery, more abundant gathering of saliva inside your mouth as it too changes into their same watery saliva. Cripes! It's making you almost drool it's so ... tangy and rich, and so strangely ... different tasting.
Your tongue feels suddenly thicker, too, even growing longer and fatter than the buck deer tongue it'd almost been making itself into only hours earlier. Oh no! Had Caleb and Cory been turned into deer, too, you wonder, or was it maybe something even ... worse than a deer? Hadn't Cory mentioned sheep? Oh hell no! You don't wanna become no sheep teen! Please tell me they ain't never been turned into two sheep before.
It was at that moment you realized your thoughts, or visualizations, or was it your own memories, that were now suddenly and rapidly changing and getting quickly transformed, too.
You didn't notice the chair bouncing upward when the Barber tapped his pedal, not at first you didn't, but the second bounce he'd made it have was certainly felt. Because your whole body was suddenly compressing and shrinking downwards a bit when it happened the second time. And the third bounce had definitely thinned, and instantly shortened your physical stature several more inches when it came. The face in the mirror was now clearly similar to the Quinn teens same faces staring at your altering face in the mirror in front of you.
You now even had their same pale blue eyes and busy freckles, and your ears were clearly as large as their own larger ears were. Your ears weren't super large, but clearly shaped differently than the pointier ears you'd started to develop as a deer. But they were definitely larger than your own ears had ever been. And you saw your head's shape was clearly different and more like their same redneck head's now, too.
That's when you noticed your hair was getting lighter, blonder, and oh shit! The barber was pulling a comb upwards and through that center mass of blonder, whiter hair on your head now, too, and within seconds, it was an exact dirty duplicate of Caleb's whitish-blonde Mohawk.
Even Caleb's abundance of freckles was recreated on your dirtier, sweaty face, along with those same longer eyelashes of his, making your own into his same almost girlish long length.
Oh no! Even Caleb's dirtiness was getting replicated in your now whitish-blonde hair and sweatier dirty wet scalp, and also across your face. And your cock suddenly stiffened and grew far more sensitive as it grew an entirely new foreskin sheath around its enlarging swelling length. Caleb's penis was obviously an uncut monster, and far larger than your own had been when you were just a 14-year-old innocent human teenager a few days? or was it weeks? earlier.
Caleb was even larger than the buck deer you were rapidly losing all semblance of, and looking at his reflection in the mirror instantly explained why you were so attracted to and aroused by your older brother Cory.
Caleb's own memories, intelligence, personality, and total gay attraction for muscular teenagers was now your own interests and sexual arousal, too. And Caleb didn't try to hide or even conceal his attraction to his own older brother Cory's swollen uncut maleness, because Caleb just loved having wild sex as much as possible, with any hunky teenager nearby and available.
Unfortunately, in this remote farmland part of the country where you now lived with your twin brother Caleb and your totally hunky 16-year-old brother Cory, there weren't many same age farmboys around your farm to be dominated and humiliated by every day. There were a few younger hunky farmboys, and a few older farmboys you always drooled about when you could 'hook up with one or two of them', but Cory slept in your same room, in the same bed you three shared every night, so his attentions--all be it kind of rougher than all the sex ideas and horny thoughts you were now picturing and lustily dreaming about--weren't so bad.
At 14, Caleb was constantly horny, and it didn't matter with who, or how young, or even how old the other boy's and teenager's he was easily aroused by were. Remnants, you now knew inside your own Caleb-duplicated mind, that were left over inside your twin's head from that time Caleb had lost a bet with his brother Cory and had to allow the Barber to turn both you and him--for a few weeks to appease Cory's own twisted animal cravings and sexual demands--into a buck deer for you, and Caleb into a ...