Finished with his real estate closing and paperwork, Sven Arvardsson walked out of his now 'sold' Antiques shop and 4-story building, excited that in about eight hours he'd be sipping ice cold Mai Tai's on a sandy beach in wondrous Hawaii.
Sven would finally be far far away from the evil sins of this dirty city, he thought, especially that damn promiscuous male strip club that had recently opened down the street from his small and previously profitable Antique shop. After spending half his lifetime in business, Sven was soon leaving the flashy neon lights and pink billboards the evil strip club had installed, successfully attracting all sorts of those raw sex related businesses, dirty motorcycle repair shops, rowdy street gangs, thugs and other troublemakers, along with all of those God forsaken strip club's outlandish visitors and blasphemous underage strippers and prostitutes.
The place was a lion's den of inequity and sinful corruption, increasing the crime and tax rates due to all the vile male clientele and perverse male strippers and young hookers blatantly parading themselves along the sidewalks in front of his home and shop, twenty-four-hours a day.
Deciding to get a quick haircut to tidy up his fine, light blonde spiky locks before his flight, Sven headed for the new Barbershop that had opened its doors just a few doors away from his old property.
At forty-two, Sven was thrilled he'd sold his building and shop for a whirlwind profit, enabling him to retire at a comfortable age with plenty of money, just like his father had back in Sweden before he'd passed on and arrived at the pearly gates of Heaven. Thank the Lord Almighty I'm leaving here, Sven thought, quick to bless himself, thankful he was old enough to escape those freaks and do what he'd dreamed about for years--moving to Hawaii to just lay on the beach every day--and young enough to still enjoy his hard earned riches.
And that's when Sven spotted the three Asian punks approaching, teenage strippers Sven believed, cringing from their outrageously suggestive outfits and blatantly perverted sexual appearances. Save their poor youthful souls, Dear Lord, Sven thought, startled as the long-haired shemale ladyboy singled him out, smiling oh so provocatively at him as he rapidly approached.
Walking beside the shemale, the shortest one looked almost masculine somehow, or would have if he wasn't so slender and young-looking with his unzipped school jacket and bared, hairless pale chest. And what was up with the heavily tattooed teenage kid? Did he belong to some Japanese or Chinese Triad for goodness sake?
Didn't those Asian Triad gangs despise all their own unsavory gay Asian boys as much as Sven did?
Dear Lord, Sven thought, is that ... glitter in the boy-girl's punkishly wild long hair? The shemale teenager was clearly wearing mascara and dark eye shadow around his severely narrow slanted eyes, too. Good Lord, Sven shuddered. The boy's unnaturally long fingernails were even pointed, yet dainty and feminine looking!
Sven truly disliked young Asians. In fact, Sven hated all Asian's, he giggled silently. He actually felt sorry for the odd, almost inhuman similar characteristics they all seemed to share with one another, and they all seemed to have the same appearance, too, from their stiff, jet black hair and dark slanted eyes, to the wet glistening sheen they all had on their thin face's and unblemished skin.
Only God could see anything useful about those slanty-eyed heathens, Sven thought. And goodness me, glory be to the All-Mighty, he wouldn't have to ever look at all them gay Asian freak prostitutes any longer, either.
These three boys looked as if they could all be brothers to one another, too. They were so darn odd and ... freakish-looking compared to his own extreme beauty and blonde Nordic good looks. And in Sven's mind, these three looked and acted more like sex crazed wild animals, like funny smelling animals rather than a normal human being. He couldn't tell what country these three were from either, let alone understand a thing any of them were saying to the other with those squeaky voices and rapidly mispronounced tangled jumble of words.
Sven could never consider these three boys God's loving creatures. They were certainly not ... normal.
And the one staring at him, the shemale, had large gold hoop earrings dangling off his young boy ears like a Satan-loving Jezebel! And his long jet black hair looked almost wet it was so thick and shiny from the city lights reflecting off its peculiar sparkly punk hairstyle. Does he, or rather she, think that short-cropped fuzz beneath his crazily swaying strands looks ... appealing or ... enticing? And, is that a ... mini woody the boy was now clearly popping beneath the tight leather pants he was wearing?
The young teen was clearly hell-bound for the fire pits of Hell, Sven thought, staring at the lowlife stripper walking straight toward him.
Look away, Sven thought, trying to glance down or away, silently cursing Satan's minions that his eyes were still all but locked onto the 5-foot short Asian ladyboy fag.
Good Lord, the slanty-eyed shemale boy's small thin body nearly looked like a seductive temptress in those overly skin-tight leather pants for goodness sake!
And ... "Mother of God!" Sven mumbled, smacking his hand across his mouth after realizing he'd said what he was thinking, out loud. The boy had female breasts!
They were barely visible at first, but as the boy stepped in front of him, blocking his forward route, with hands planted on his wide hips and girlish slender waist as the snug jacket splayed open and apart as if the teen were posing for Sven's benefit, Sven couldn't help but see the dark chocolate pointy mounds of his very female, very young, and very-slick looking erect girlish breasts above the bare glossy brown wet flesh of the boy's muscular rippled abdomen.
"Hey you hottie sexy man," the boy stated in heavily accented broken English. He licked his puffy wet lips seductively. "You like what you looky at? Want feel? For you, sexy-man, only fi' dolla."
"Wha ... wha ... what?" Sven stammered, stepping back slightly from the crazed ladyboy's suggestion. "Go, go away you, you vile and dreadful little heathen spawn!"
"Oh, be nice, Mister blondie-man," the shorter, lighter skin toned Asian lad said, smiling happily. "My boy Attakrit not know so much what he say. He sometime speak what he want have, is okay? He nice boy now."
Sven shook his head, confused as the short teen pressed his hand on his shoulder. "Ahh, oh it ... it's okay I-I was just um ... on my way to, ahh ... to the--"
"Barbershop?" the heavily tattooed Asian teen interrupted, pointing to a red and white painted doorway. "You want some your hair cut, too? We want maybe help make so nice, too, okay? We take you."
Before Sven could respond or even clear his head, the shemale and tattooed Asian had suddenly interlaced their fingers with his fingers and had somehow managed to guide him right to the Barbershop. Sven knew he should have resisted their handholds, but his growing confusion by the foreign words they had begun speaking to one another as they deftly escorted him seemed perfectly natural and normal by the time he stepped inside the barbershop.
Sven knew he was headed here anyway, he thought. And he did want to get a haircut, he remembered. The two Asian teenager's were just being polite and friendly, he realized. There was nothing wrong with letting them help him. They were simply helping him get what he needed and wanted.
"Back again? And so soon," the Barber called out, closing and locking the door behind him as Sven glanced around the old fashioned barbershop's interior. "And I see you've even brought me your first customer of the evening. How deliciously kind you three boys are. Such a handsome blonde gentleman he is, too. A charming Swede, I do believe. Am I correct, Sir?"
"Y-yes," Sven said, nodding, taking in the smart antiquities of the charming Barbershop. "Are you closing, Sir, or do you have time for a quick little style?"
"But of course I have time for another, my dear boy," the Barber chuckled, motioning his prior thug visitors to sit down. "And one must also have a full wash before anything else. If you will, take a seat, my boy."
Sven sat down without hesitation, watching the cloth snap around his neck, and then leaning his head back into the sink as the Barber began soaking his hair in the relaxing warm spray of water. And once the old Barber's powerful hands completed their task, Sven shivered with enjoyment as a rather strong ginger scented substance was applied and worked energetically through his hair and messaged deeply into his tingling scalp.
With every sweep and touch of the Barber's fingers, Sven's hair lengthened and thickened, becoming perfectly suited to appease the three young prior thugs as it began duplicating the one that he'd been chosen for and destined to willingly serve .. and soon helplessly obey.
The Barber had instantly chosen who the blonde Adonis was about to become far closer with when the three boys entered his shop again. And he also knew exactly what that teen would want for the Swede because he'd fully adjusted and altered every previous interest and deep rooted pleasure of the new teen's own personality and endless perversions without preserving many prior memories or controllable desires in the young teen.
The attractive Swede, though much more intelligent than he would've liked for the foreign teen stripper, was about to have far less intelligence within his younger brain. And all trace of his obvious religious fervor and pious morality would soon be replaced by a far more immoral personality that mirrored and replicated his young Asian boyfriend's own corrupted perversions and promiscuous obscenities.
And as Sven's hair was rinsed and cleansed, dried by the towel scrubbed around his head, the Barber finished up Sven's wash with a hot towel wrapped tightly around his face to prolong this man's transformation. Some new customers deserved a front row seat, or a barber's chair, the Barber thought, and he'd decided to witness this blonde Swede's mystified expressions along with the adult male's own rapid acceptance and helpless new arousal as he became what he was now beginning to feel happening across his slowly changing body.
Sven bolted upright, startled by the strange compression-like sensations spreading outwards all across his upper and lower body. The heated towel the Barber had wrapped snugly around his face had fallen off and into his lap immediately, but the heavy wet compress disappeared almost faster than the cloth around his neck had when the Barber snapped it away, stealing it, along with every other item of the clothes he'd come into the Barbershop wearing except for his boxer briefs.
Glancing downward, Sven gasped from the far lengthier strands of hair that slapped and drooped wildly against his shoulders and neck when the Barber's cloth was hastily removed from around his neck. But he'd gasped and cried out even louder at the altering, shrinking physique and modified shape his entire body was now clearly developing.
"W-what the ... fuck?" Sven shouted, lifting his head and cringing from the impossibly lengthy light blonde strands of the frighteningly long hairs dangling well past his shoulders. His blonde hair should've been a spiky flattop! "What the hell did you do to me? You ... you made it grow like it's a fe- ... oh shit!"
"Don't you go worrying yourself, Sven," the Barber said, patting Sven's shoulder. "That is your name, is it not, Sven? Just relax, my boy. It's just beginning to change into what it must soon become, Sven. You are about to see what few others have ever seen happen, so sit back now and just enjoy the gift these three boys are giving you!"
Gift? What gift is this crazy Barber talking about, Sven thought. He didn't want a gift of any kind.
And then Sven saw the blonde strands of his longer hair growing more dense, and darker, the fine light blonde strands against his scalp becoming overtaken by a brownish blonde growth below them as additional hairs and longer growing strands filled in the gaps that'd previously existed in his thinning scalp.
Oh hell no, Sven shuddered, staring at his body's reflected image in the mirror in front of him. His abdomen and chest were thinner, and smaller, and the prior shape of his abdomen and pecs were now radically different than they'd looked just a few moments earlier. His mature chest and abdomen were still getting even more slender and thinner, and all trace of the blonde hairs that'd lightly dusted them before were now as hairless and bare as a much younger male's. In fact, Sven realized, his entire body seemed to be getting more boyish looking. Like ... like a teenager's, he thought, inexplicably giggling from the odd changes.
No, wait. Didn't my chest always look like that? Sven wondered. He was certain he would have noticed if his chest was different. And he certainly would've seen--and cried out in pain--if his body was shrinking and getting smaller and younger ... wouldn't he?
And by the time Sven glanced upward at his reflection again, his darker blonde hair was now even longer and thicker than he remembered it ever being. His face looked a little more narrowed and far more ... appealing, now, too, creating an almost perfect seductively shaped foreign manliness that Sven never really thought was that attractive to women. That's why he'd never married. He'd rarely even dated anyone for goodness sake. Sven was never an appealing ladies man, he knew, and had instead devoted his life to antiques and ... and to books? reading? No, that didn't seem right. His lifelong passion was human anatomy, specifically the male's flawless anatomy and body. Oh! He was an artist, infatuated with drawing the young male's art form, his own focus on the switch from their puberty physique to the more muscular post-puberty appealing developments.
But why, Sven thought, was his own body becoming more ... child-like and less adult-looking? And when the Barber covered him with another cloth, snapping it around his now long narrowed neck, Sven wasn't sure why he was getting a haircut. Sven totally loved his shoulder length dark blonde hair. But as the Barber began to snip and sweep the thick long hairs upwards, cutting the much darker layers beneath them, nearly cutting them as short as the prickly fuzz-like shiny black length of his best friend Keyungsu's nearly shaved scalp, Sven realized the punkish undercut style he was now seeing was exactly what he'd wanted.
When the Barber had stopped his rapid clipping and cutting, a razor appeared in his hand faster than Sven had seen him reach for it, and Sven watched and felt the talented Barber skillfully etching an impressive radical design in the pale brown hairs on the side of his scalp into some foreign Japanese, or odd Chinese character. Sven's view of whatever it was being shaved into the left side of his head wasn't enough to quite read what the character was or said, but it was definitely a strange Asian word or symbol he believed.
And as the longer hairs were draped back downwards and over the symbol on his undercut hairs, Sven nodded at the appealing spiky punkish style the Barber created across the remainder of his dark chocolate brown hair.
Within just a few seconds, the Barber was repeating another razor-scraped character against the right side of his head, and as Sven's attention was drawn to the character being formed there, the only worry Sven thought about was: 'please don't slip and cut off any of my sexy long locks, Mister Barber, or Yoshie may try to jerk himself off on you.'
This time, when the Barber's hands released his hair's long strands, Sven noticed they now formed a silky jet black waterfall of shiny, thick black glossy velvet sheen across his head. And that skillfully styled deeply formed path along the center of his head created a wave-like thick curtain of long black silkiness that now perfectly framed and increased the attractiveness of his sweaty face. Reaching up to his ears, now completely hidden beneath the lengthy black strands that dangled well past his shoulders, Sven felt how much smaller and more sensitive they were with all the studs and multiple piercings they each now had. And, was that a single giant loop in his left ear? Sven clearly remembered switching it with one of Attakrit's large hoops earlier, so, toying his finger around inside its oversized circle, he giggled with boyish arousal. Attakrit always loved it when Sven wore pieces of his gaudy feminine earrings and jewelry. And At' also loved it when, on those rare occasions when he would do it, when he put mascara and eye shadow on and around his own deeply slanted and heavily slanted narrow Asian eyes. 'But it brings out your dark features and nearly black eyes,' Attakrit would always tell him.
The matching thin gold rings on all his left hand fingers were even more flamboyantly gay jeweled rings that indicated their devotion to each other. He'd been Attakrit's boyfriend since they were both little kids in Thailand where they'd both been born and adopted alongside one another. Attakrit's 'Uncles' only had enough money for one of them, however, so Attakrit was given the implant surgery to make him the far more seductive ladyboy rather than himself. It was in fact why he and Attakrit had been sent here, to repay his big loans, and hopefully, to make enough money to get that same implant doctor to give him a pair of breasts, too, when they both returned to Thailand.
But Sven convinced Attakrit to remain here and continue stripping in his 'Three Little Pricks' naughty strip club act with their two sexy Asian roommates they both now shared and enjoyed sexually. Sven never wanted to return to their Thai homeland, or go anywhere else since the rough and sweaty tireless sex he always had with Attakrit was so enjoyable during their private lovemaking, and often times, all night group orgies with their sexy roommates.
Besides, they'd both already saved up almost enough money to repay 'Uncles' loans and buy all those illegal documents needed to keep Attakrit's stripper act going with the other two hot teenagers they joined up with, despite being complete strangers from other parts of the world, and meeting less than a month earlier. Sven also hoped their act would keep them together as roommates for many more years in America, and Sven didn't want his prize boyfriend Attakrit to ever complete his ladyboy change with that full gender transformation into a complete female.
Sven loved anal sex with the shemale teen, and Attakrit loved having a hard erection as much as Sven, though whenever soft, Attakrit's cock was nearly 3-inches smaller than Sven's monster 4-inch soft penis. And Sven was a big, big grower!
And as the Barber pulled off the cloth from his neck, Thuanthong glanced down at his groin, giggling from the large 'golden spear' now straining the bright neon yellow g-string with a darker yellow circle of his precum soaking out through the large outline of his fat hard-on's inflating mushroom.
Unfortunately, the excessively hairy jungle of moist Asian-blackness that had now filled the teenager's dark chocolate color crotch was already dripping wet with an abundant discharge, and its only recourse as another climaxed release started pumping out was to spurt out through the stretched nylon material. It didn't quite hide or even fully conceal the glossy sheath of slick black wrinkled foreskin surrounding that 7-inch black length of the aroused young teen's erection, nor did the slippery white coating of his spilling orgasm fully soak the black-as-pitch stiff erection or its enlarging fat black mushroom head.
Thuanthong's substantial cock remained stiff for hours once it got hard. And as the former blonde Adonis and middle-aged Swede known as Sven Arvardsson witnessed his painfully slow growing erection's increasing thicker bulge tenting his now tight g-string's pouch, the new teenager excitedly watched his flesh darkening from his smaller toes and feet, spreading upwards and along his now satiny-slick hairless glossy legs.
"Oh, fuck-a-duck," Thuanthong giggled, smiling at the dark coffee colored flesh tone creeping ever so slowly upwards above his darker kneecaps and shiny upper thighs. His stiffening erection began leaking so heavily that his thick white cream was now seeping out through the tight yellow g-string in a continuous juicy white river. "Att's goin' be oh so mad I sroppy mess insi' his happy g-shring again! Oh, it okay ... he not see that far so low messy I'm all way doing, maybe."
"What's that?" the Barber questioned, glancing away from the lusts he saw seeping out below in the new young teen manager he gave to that 'Three Little Pricks' stripper group. "Was that Thai you're speaking, my boy? I'm sorry, but I ... I don't speak Thai, I'm afraid."
"Ahh, oh!" Thuanthong giggled, unsure what the Barber was now saying. "Thai? Is yes."
Thuanthong's English was very weak and broken. His mind just wasn't what it used to be, and Thuanthong had an even harder time translating what he wanted to say into understandable English. That's why he let his older roommates speak for him almost all of the time if Attakrit wasn't helping. And if Attakrit's English wasn't understandable, Thuanthong's English was just impossible for anyone to comprehend when he tried speaking it.
"Well, boys," the Barber said, helping the new 4'10" attractive young Thai teenager down off the barberchair with a wink and a nod. "I'd say the cutest one of you three boys now looks even cuter with the two words his sexy lover asked me to add underneath those amazingly soft and silky tresses he has, but ... what did you say those words meant, Attakrit?"
Leaping up from his seat and racing over to snuggle up against his sexy younger mate's dark slender flesh, grasping the slick lengthy strands of soft black silkiness to reveal the mark he wanted on Thuanthong's head like an American tramp stamp, Attakrit said, "The closest English meaning would be ... He is Property of me, Attakrit Thamrongnawasawat, and the other side's our first names and his surname, Suwannarat, so almost it means he's mine forever 'Gold Jewel' I keep."
"Oh, how very ... well, appropriate then," the Barber smiled, glancing down again at the creamy mess he now noticed dripping down from that large bulging stain from cute Thuanthong's moist g-string. "And I do believe these are Thuanthong's unusual looking ... pants, then? Now, aren't you fresh boys running a little late for your opening act at 'boys Are Us' why, it's probably time you sweet young performers get over there before those doors are opening this evening. And do remember, I'm here should you find me any new business, now, scoobie-doodle-de-do's and ... run along my little treasures."
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The Barber, (Merlin) silently chuckled when the four young entertainers raced out of the barbershop, listening to the fast tap-tap-tap of their little sneakers racing away on the pavement outside before the door closed and latched itself shut.
"Oh, this is such a fun little 'gig' I have going on here," (Merlin) the barber whispered, grabbing his silky purple robe out of the air. "It's time I let those actual real barber's come back into their dingy little barbershop, I might think. Oh boys? Now where did I send them off to, and ... by the 'round tables,' in what form?..."