"But I don't want a new life!" cried Chip.
"But you see..." began the old man "Your fathers 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 just like things are right?" said the barber. And effectively Chip began to forget his college
education, all the crazy things he did there. Dread invaded him as he undid his sport jacket and unbottoned
his shirt to see the shoulder tattoo he got after a frat party, and effectively it was gone. In panic he
wanted to redress and get out, but was quickly seized and stripped of the loose clothing. "What do you
think...?" protested Chip, barechested except for a Y-shirt too scared to do anything.
"Merely helping you, in this time of change, can't have the son of our beloved idiot, ruinning so fancy
clothes."
"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!" shouted in shock and embarrasement.
"See the idiot child of the idiot can't even hold his pee."
"And that's why he don't normally wear clothes. At least we saved these."
After that Chip let the group of men strip him bare of all his clothing, not because he let them, but his body
hadn't the will to fight back. He stood naked shriveling in the center of the room as the men fought for his
belongings and his barefoot father cleaned his pee.
"As I was saying, your father works for me because I'm the only barber in town who would give you a hair cut."
he said sitting Chip on the barber chair, giving him the willies from the contact of his bare skin, against
the cold leather as the barber proceeded to use the 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 headed them downward. "You are going to shave me!" as realization hit the former college graduated.
"You will be itchy otherwise." spoke his father, who until know had been silently observing his degradation,
holding an adult diaper.
"A diaper?... But..."
"But really what would you expect from an idiot child?" said sarcastically one of the men.
Chip began to cry out of indignation. 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. At the end of the ordeal, Chip
was bawling, like the man-baby that he had always been.
"What a ruckus!" exclaimmed one of the men. "I'll give you something to bawl about" said grabbing the young
man and starting to spanking his bare butt. "For crying so hard, ruinning a perfect pair of pants, and
believing being something you are not." and with each spank, his physical features changed, as if each hit
readjusted him into his new self. First his perfect teeth became bucktoothed, his skin tanned evenly as of a
person who expose himself to the sun, his height reduced and his slim figure became chubbier.
After the spanking, Timmy Boy put a diaper on his son, Little Chip, who altought physically an adult had the
mind of a one year old, and always had. Timmy Boy was lucky that his boss was so kind as to allow him to bring
his mentally challenged adult son so he could care for him, for he is truly the son he deserves.