"But I don't want a new life!" cried Chip.
"But you see..." the old man began "Your father's life has changed, it's only logical that yours change accordingly. After all... It's impossible that a man like Timmy Boy here can have a son like you."
"Yes, for starters he would have to work his entire life and then some for you to get that fancy MBA. And that's not how things are right?" said the barber. And as soon as he said it Chip began to forget his college
education, graduate school and undergrad all getting foggy and hard to remember until the memories were gone completely. Though Chip knew it was missing. Even the crazy things he did there seemed erased. He undid his sport jacket and unbottoned his shirt to see the shoulder tattoo he got after a frat party was gone. There were no marks or any evidence it was ever there yet he still knew it should have been. In a panic he wanted to redress and get out, but he was quickly seized and stripped of the loose clothing. "What do you
think your doing?" protested Chip, now barechested and terrified.
"Merely helping you, in this time of change, can't have the son of our beloved idiot, ruinning so fancy
clothes." One man said.
"Yeah! In fact do you know why he works in a barber shop?" asked the barber.
Suddenly a hot stream began to cross from Chip's crotch. "Ahhhh!" He shouted in shock and embarrasement. The whole event was involuntary, in fact Chip hadn't even felt the need to pee a second ago.
"See the idiot child of the idiot can't even hold his pee." One man said laughing.
"And that's why he don't normally wear clothes. At least we saved these." Another man said.
After that Chip let the group of men strip him bare of all his clothing, not because he wanted them to, but because for some reason his body hadn't the will to fight back. He stood naked shaking in the center of the room as the men fought for his
belongings and his barefoot father cleaned his pee as if this were all normal.
"As I was saying, your father works for me because I'm the only barber in town who would give you a hair cut."
The barber said sitting Chip on the barber chair, giving him the willies from the sudden coldness on his bare skin. His bare ass against the cold leather as the barber proceeded to use clippers on all his luscious blonde hair, reducing it to
little more than a stubble.
Tears ran down Chip's cheeks, but the humiliation was far from over as the barber didn't turn off the clipper,
but moved them downward.
"You are going to shave me all over?!" He gasped as realization hit the former college graduate.
"You will be itchy otherwise." his father said matter of factly. It was the first reaction from his father who until now had been silently observing his son's degradation, holding an adult diaper.
"A diaper?... But..." Chip started.
"But really what would you expect from an idiot child?" one of the men sneered sarcastically.
Chip began to cry out in misery, feeling helpless. As the clipper obliterated Chip's pubes, armpit, chest, arm and leg
hair, a part of his intelligence, will and memories was erradicated with them. By the end of the ordeal, Chip was bawling like the man-baby that he had become and now always had been.
"What a ruckus!" exclaimmed one of the men. "I'll give you something to cry about" he shouted grabbing the young
man and starting to spank his bare butt. "For crying so hard, ruinning a perfect pair of pants, and believing you are something you are not." He shouted following each statement with a sharp slap. With each spank, Chip's physical features changed, as if each hit
readjusted him into his new self. First his perfect teeth became bucktoothed, his skin tanned evenly as if he was now a
person who exposed himself regularly the sun. The tan was all over and even, indicating he was often completely naked when outside as well. Chip was too busy crying from the pain and too dumbed down at this point to realize the implications of that. His height reduced and his slim figure became chubbier. The chub mixed with the body smoothness and buzz cut all helped make him look like nothing more than a big baby.
After the spanking, Timmy Boy put a diaper on his son, Little Chip, who although physically an adult had the
mind of a one year old, and always had as far as he knew. Timmy Boy felt so lucky that his boss was so kind as to allow him to bring his mentally challenged adult son to work so he could care for him. He is truly the son he deserves.