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: I'm the author. Some freak complained that it
: contained pedophilia. It spooked me, and I
: had the administrator pull it. Stupid, nut
: Here you go.
: Just Like Dad
: By Paul
: For years, I had urges that I really didn't
: understand. I'd masturbate to them every
: night. Then the guilt would come. It felt
: weird. It felt dirty.
: It involved my Dad. No- not an incest thing
: here. I wasn't in love with him. I loved
: him: a great deal, in fact. In fact, I
: rather deeply admired him. I had my
: rebellion fits. It was 1970, after all. I
: was a normal, moody, 14-year-old asshole. We
: had our squabbles. The squabbles had
: intensified over the last year.
: One side of me wanted to break away. The
: glasses were easy. I managed to trade my old
: dark frames for some fashionable wire ones.
: Mom had intervened and I was allowed to grow
: my hair somewhat longer. None of the other
: kids had flattops. It took months of
: pleading and weeks of slow growth before my
: hair reached combable length.
: The next hurdle was being allowed to wear
: jeans and t-shirts to school. Dad threw a
: fit, but gradually gave in on that topic,
: too. My jeans had to be neat and whole. My
: t-shirts had to pass his approval. My body
: had started to develop by then. In my 70s
: jeans and T-shirt, I looked buff and pretty
: hip. The girls had started to notice me.
: I finally got to look and act pretty much
: the way that I wanted to. Dad didn't like
: some of my friends. I occasionally broke
: curfew. Still, we arrived at a workable
: "truce"... pretty much like every
: other father and son.
: Funny thing: none of this made me happy. On
: one hand, it made my social life much
: easier. On the other hand, I started to have
: some weird conflicts. Deep down, in my
: deepest fantasies, I wanted to look and
: dress like my Dad did.
: The Urge had started as an ache - a painful
: longing. In time, The Urge invaded my idle
: fantasies. It conjured vivid pictures, each
: one more detailed and more exciting than the
: last. The Ache and The Urge collided. They
: created an emotional power, dominating my
: psyche as they crossed into my erotic
: For awhile, I was content to keep The Urge
: chained to my jack-off life. That was safe.
: I could get off, still look like I did
: before, and forget the whole thing for
: awhile. The Urge seemed rather repulsive
: after an orgasm. It was a relief not to look
: like the clean-cut boy of my fantasies. The
: Urge didn't last long as a passive fantasy.
: All too soon, it demanded to enter reality.
: The Boy, embodied by The Urge, demanded to
: be allowed to come out. I fought hard
: against Him. I tried to conjure up other
: fantasies. I tried to create something
: strong enough to make The Boy go away.
: Fighting was pointless. Even then, I knew
: that The Urge wasn't going to go away. The
: Boy wasn't some alien invader. He was a part
: of me. He was the part of me that I liked
: the best. He was The Boy that I longed to
: be. A shoebox, hidden in the bottom of my
: closet, steadily filled with odds and ends.
: I'd bring out the box every night, then jack
: of madly over its contents. I would use the
: money from my paper route to buy small
: things for the box. Sometimes I'd pick up an
: old-fashioned hair cream, like Wildroot or
: Brylcreme. At other times, I'd pick up a
: cheap tie at the drug store. I felt
: compelled to have these things. My stash
: expanded to include pictures of businessmen
: in Crewcuts & Flattops from the local
: newspaper. I'd cut them out carefully,
: slipping them into my shoebox.
: Pictures of astronauts would come out of
: books or magazines to join my ever-growing
: collection. The first time that I discovered
: high school yearbooks from the 40s and 50s,
: I thought that I'd hit the mother lode. All
: of those young men in crewcuts and ties made
: me shake with longing. I wanted to be one of
: those barbered & collared young men.
: Most of my friend's dads wore crewcuts and
: flattops. Dad had kept me in a crewcut w/ a
: small "bump" in the front for most
: of my childhood. It was only peer pressure
: that made me whine to be allowed to grow
: some hair. I used to dream that he'd make me
: get a flattop.
: I'd lock myself in the bathroom. Tons of
: goop would go on my hair. Then, I'd spend a
: long time molding it so that it all looked
: flat. It wasn't the same as getting a
: haircut. It did the job. I'd squint in the
: mirror and jerk off at my flat-headed
: reflection. Then I'd wash it out really
: One day, my mother asked me to pick up some
: dry cleaning. To steady my load, I used both
: hands to carry the bags home. When my hand
: first felt the stiffness of my father's
: shirts, it was like falling in love. Dad's
: business suits exerted a strong pull over me
: as well. When no one was around, I'd
: contentedly stroke and sniff my way thru the
: suits that hung in Dad's closet. My hands
: and my face memorized every weave, every
: fold, and every detail of the cut of each of
: those wonderful garments.
: The Urge must've been waiting for this
: moment. It silently ushered me into the next
: stage of the Transformation. Lost in my
: suited oblivion, I absently slid a coat off
: of the hanger and slipped it on. My body
: trembled, then exploded with the heat of
: pleasure. Yes, that was incredible! I moved
: around, enjoying the caress of the coat over
: my body. The satin lining sent chills up my
: I reveled in the way in which the suit coat
: lay against me. My mind started taunting me
: with images of myself in those suits. A
: hunger clawed at my belly. My arms, my legs,
: my whole body shimmered with longing.
: No guilt. No reservation. Nothing stopped me
: as I shucked my jeans and climbed into the
: trousers. It all seemed to happen in a slow
: motion cloud of feeling. The feeling was
: akin to love. I didn't look in a mirror that
: time. I didn't need to.
: Simply sitting on the bed, dressed &
: groomed like my Dad, gave me such a sense of
: fulfillment, of completion. Quietly, I rock
: and flexed my body.
: I got up and put the suit away. Relief
: flooded thru me as I "escaped" out
: of my parents' bedroom. I dove into bed and
: blasted off to sleep with the most powerful
: orgasm of my life.
: After that, I would lie in wait for any
: opportunity to slick down my hair and dress
: in my Dad's clothing. Each session became
: longer and more powerful. During each
: session, I got better at molding my hair
: into a stiff and squared off semblance of a
: My dress-up sessions grew more complex and
: more delicious with each succeeding
: opportunity. My parents would leave for the
: evening quite often. The moment that the car
: left the driveway, I'd be in the bathroom
: slicking my hair flat. Next, I'd be in my
: Dad's closet.
: Putting on a pair of his boxer shorts
: started the whole ritual. Nobody wore those
: but Dads back then, so it was a real treat.
: My dick would grow rock hard the minute it
: touched the underwear. One of Dad's white
: t-shirts came next.
: The whole time, I'd keep one ear cocked for
: the sound of their car.
: Then I'd reach for one of Dad's white
: shirts. His shirts were made for him: always
: white, always cut fuller, always made with a
: slightly higher than usual snap-tab collar.
: Carefully, I'd tie my tie just so. Often,
: I'd simply stare at myself in the mirror.
: Seeing myself, slicked and buttoned and
: ready to go, was a real source of
: excitement. I looked like a suit and tie man
: who was getting ready for the office.
: Always with an ear for a car door, I'd just
: hug myself and get lost in the feeling.
: Finally I'd pick out one of Dad's grey
: suits. It didn't matter which one. There I'd
: be: looking, to me, like every 3-button
: square that I saw downtown. My gut would
: ache by then. I'd be so turned on that it
: would take almost nothing to get me off.
: I'd dream of looking and dressing like this
: every day. Fantasies of going out with Dad
: in matching haircuts & suits were a
: favourite fantasy. As a finishing touch, I'd
: put on Dad's extra set of glasses. Things
: looked funny, but wearing his glasses just
: set everything off right.
: They helped in another way. I'd squint, just
: so. With some imagination I'd see myself in
: the mirror, wearing a bristled flattop and a
: dark suit. I'd stay dressed for as long as
: I'd dare. Sometimes I'd kneed my crotch to
: orgasm, dressed in one of those business
: suits. Sometimes I'd wait until later that
: night so that I could fantasise about how I
: Sometimes, I'd dream of being caught dressed
: in a suit. I'd jack of thinking of Dad
: catching me, and punishing me by making wear
: the suit and all day. I'd be marched off to
: the barbershop for a GI'd Flattop like his.
: ‘never happened, though. I was too careful.
: One weekend they went to Grandma's. They
: decided that I was old enough to stay by
: myself. They pulled out of the driveway for
: the weekend. After waiting 10 minutes, I was
: up those stairs and into his closet like a
: shot. For the whole weekend, my hair stayed
: slicked and flattened to perfection. I
: stayed dressed in a suit and tie stayed
: quiet and didn't go out in the daytime. The
: lights stayed off, so that no one would
: bother me.
: Man! I jacked myself off so many times that
: I was sore.
: My last jack off of the night was imagining
: myself walking into the barbershop in a
: business suit. I conjured up a vision of how
: the clippers would feel as they sheared away
: my hip and modish locks.
: Touching my lacquered head w/ my free hand,
: I'd dream of how square and bristled my head
: would feel. As I blasted off, I saw myself
: happily sporting a Flattop and a business
: That was one of the best ever. You might've
: thought that the weekend would've cooled my
: fantasy life. In a way, I'd hoped that it
: would. No go. On Sunday, it actually kind of
: hurt to change back into my usual clothes.
: For weeks afterward, my gut would burn with
: longing for another dress up session. I'd
: deliberately pass by barbershops, just to
: catch a glimpse of some man having his
: crewcut spruced up. Hearing the buzz of the
: clippers would send me into fits of
: With each passing week, The Urge to become
: The Boy tormented me. As time passed, I'd
: see myself in a flattop in almost all of my
: imaginings. My dreams revolved around the
: barbershop and the men's suits stores.
: Something had to give.
: I was scared, though. What would Dad say?
: Would he laugh, or send me to a shrink? It
: occurred to me that I was crazy. I didn't
: understand this aching, intense longing.
: Finally the day arrived when I couldn't take
: it anymore. Dad and I had had an unusually
: good spell. We'd done quite a few things
: together. Things were going very well.
: I'd awakened that morning with such a hard
: on that I couldn't stand it. My heart
: pounded. My hands shook. My mouth went dry.
: Every part of my being pushed me out of bed
: to have "that talk" with Dad.
: The urge hit me hard. I shaved my budding
: beard extra close that day. Taking some
: leftover Brylcreme from my jack off stash, I
: greased my hair thoroughly. A few moves with
: the comb, and my hair was slicked back on
: the sides. I parted it, combed it to the
: side, and slicked the front back over the
: Instead of my jeans, I put on a pair of my
: "good" Sunday slacks. A white
: shirt hung in the closet, stiff and glossy
: from the cleaners. I hadn't worn it in a
: long time. My cock went rock hard. I pulled
: the shirt from the hanger and slid it over
: my clean, white T-shirt. It was chilly out.
: A v-neck pullover sweater completed my
: It felt wonderful to be dressed so nicely.
: It took almost everything I had not to blast
: off an orgasm right there. But no, it was
: now or never.
: I wanted to stop, to take everything off and
: forget it all. The other side of me proved
: too strong. Shaking, I walked out of my
: bedroom into Dad's study. Dad was reading
: over some papers. He didn't seem to notice
: when I walked into the room.
: I sat down in one of his chairs by the desk.
: I was shaking all over. The chair really was
: holding me up. I almost tried to sneak back
: out of the room when Dad looked up from his
: papers. Too late. Here we go.
: A puzzled look on his face soon gave way to
: a broad smile. His eyes still betrayed
: "Well! You look very nice today,
: "Thanks, Dad." I croaked. My voice
: had only started to change. Croaking was a
: way of life. Then I got quiet again.
: "I must say, son: you look very nice
: today. I don't understand, though." He
: shifted to relax in his chair. His eyes
: smiled at me through his thick glasses. He
: ran a finger over his tie while he waited
: for me to continue.
: I went numb inside. My dick was rock hard,
: but my body had stopped trembling. I
: continued. "I...I don't understand it,
: Dad. Something made me want to put this on
: today." I looked away from him. Snow
: was starting to fall.
: "Well, I can't say that I'm not
: surprised, but I'm happy to see it."
: His eyes were warm and comfortable. I
: relaxed a little.
: He chuckled as he continued. "You sort
: of remind me of a good looking boy that I
: used to know." His gaze remained
: steady. So did his smile.
: "Well...yeah..." I blushed high
: crimson. "Like I said, I don't know
: what made me do it." I fidgeted in the
: Dad sipped his coffee. He waited for me to
: "A lot of things are happening that I
: don't understand. Things that I suddenly
: want to do. It's scary, but I can't help
: Dad got up from his chair. He pulled me out
: of mine, and gently led me over to the sofa.
: He plopped me down, sitting right next to
: me. I must've looked very confused and
: frightened. He wrapped a comforting arm
: around me and pulled me into a hug. Normally
: I would've squirmed to get away. The fact
: that I visibly relaxed into him must've told
: him volumes.
: "You're at the time of life when all
: sorts of strange feelings will come up. We
: discussed the changes that your body is
: going through already."
: I left my head on his shoulder. It felt
: safe. I felt like a happy little boy again.
: Suddenly I didn't want to be a grownup.
: "You really want to tell me something,
: don't you?" His soothing voice told me
: that anything would be all right.
: I took a deep breath, and let it all come
: out. "Dad, I don't know why, but I
: really, really want to get a haircut."
: Dad's fingers checked the back of my head.
: He looked mystified. It had only been a week
: since my last haircut.
: "I want to get a flattop- like yours.
: The kids will all laugh at me, but I really
: want one anyway."
: Dad chuckled. He patted his stiff deck of
: tight bristles and asked: "A flattop?
: Really? Why the sudden change of
: heart?" He rubbed the smooth shaven
: back of his head, running a finger thru my
: slicked mop. "I thought that your old
: man had the goofiest haircut in town? You've
: been kidding me about it for years."
: I looked him in the eye and shyly continued.
: It was too late to back out now.
: "Yeah. I was pretty mean. All of that
: time, what I really wanted was to have a
: haircut like yours. I don't know why I want
: one, but it's getting to me."
: He smiled, shaking his head, but let me
: "Dad, I really have to have one.
: Please- can you take me to your barber and
: get me fixed up?"
: He sat up. I sat up. He took my hand,
: questioning me further: "You'll be
: about the only kid in creation w/ this
: haircut, you know. Are you sure that this is
: what you want to do?"
: In for a penny, in for a pound. I continued,
: my voice quaking in tune w/ my shaking body.
: "I've been pretty mean to you,
: lately." Then, I simply shot out what I
: had to say before I could change my mind.
: " Really... I've wanted a haircut like
: yours for a long time."
: Dad sat dumbstruck for a moment. I could see
: the wheels whirring in his mind. Suddenly,
: he stood up and led me to the front foyer.
: "Alright- let's do it. I don't get it,
: but who am I to argue when my boy says
: something as nice as this? Let's go"
: In a flash, he had us in our hats and coats.
: We were on our way to Leo's Barbershop in no
: We must've gotten there during a slow time.
: The other two barbers had gone to lunch. Leo
: was alone, and the chair was open. Dad
: helped me out of his coat. He simply removed
: his hat and began chatting w/ Leo. I stood
: there, saying nothing.
: "The boy, here, has just asked me for
: something really special."
: Dad ran a hand over his haircut and told
: him: "He's just asked me to fix him up
: with one of these little beauties. Give him
: a flattop: Bald landing strip, lather shaved
: high up the sides and the back."
: He smiled. "Just like mine." A
: smile broke across my face. If memory
: serves, I actually blushed right about then.
: Leo looked at Dad, then looked at me in
: astonishment. He shook his head, then
: chuckled. He looked at me again and asked:
: "Are you sure? I haven't given a fella
: your age a Flattop in a long time."
: My voice held as I told him: "yeah-
: just like his" as I pointed at my Dad.
: "Okay. Have a seat and we'll fix you
: Dad took off his topcoat and hat. He made
: himself comfortable across from me.
: Leo wrapped the cape around my trembling
: body. The paper neck cloth felt tight
: against my neck. I almost came when he
: snapped the cape fasteners into place.
: Everything became crystal clear. Every smell
: in the shop became sharper: the talc, the
: aftershave, the smell of clipper oil
: assaulted my nose. The smells of an old
: fashioned barbershop were suddenly closing
: in on me.
: The leather of the chair was aged just so.
: The give felt great, in tune with the cold
: metal of the rest of the chair. Leo pumped
: the chair, bringing my head up closer to the
: The smile on Dad's face told me everything.
: He was so happy to see me in the barber
: chair. No turning back, then. I was about to
: get a short bristled GI haircut.
: My eyes landed on a display of combs that
: Leo had for sale. Dad must've been following
: my gaze. "You won't need one of
: those," he chuckled. He pointed to
: another display and added, "that one
: will be more your style, now."
: I looked at the poster that he'd indicated.
: The lettering screamed BUTCH WAX, in big
: blue letters.
: Next to it was a cartoon of a guy in an
: impossibly sharp looking Flattop. Thank god
: for the barber cape. My dick was shaking. I
: felt something wet in my crotch. I'd started
: to pre-cum already.
: "We'll get ya a jar of butch wax before
: we leave. You'll need it." Dad said as
: he picked up a magazine. He added,
: "Tomorrow, I'll show you how to use it.
: There's a trick to working it in
: I was shaking inside. My mouth went dry
: again. I was sure that Leo could hear my
: heart pounding in my chest.
: "Just relax, Johnny. You're going to
: look really nice when we're done."
: He pumped the chair up. From behind, I heard
: the clippers roar to life.
: He made a few passes thru my hair with the
: Suddenly, the clippers appeared in the top
: of my view. He took aim, then mowed straight
: back over the top of my head. I could feel
: the clippers as they moved down the centre
: of my head. The first clump of hair fell
: onto my shoulder. Leo picked it up and asked
: if I'd like a souvenir. I gave a dorky
: reply. Leo dropped that first lock of my
: sacrifice into my lap.
: I looked over to see Dad, watching intently.
: His magazine forgotten, the man was
: absolutely transfixed by the proceedings.
: Dad smiled his encouragement.
: It suddenly felt very cool up there. Too
: late to change my mind. I had to go thru
: with this now.
: Leo ran the clippers over my head again,
: over and over again. My shorn hair began to
: rain down on my lap. It steadily dropped
: onto my shoulders as it spilled off to the
: floor. My hair kept tumbling steadily into
: my lap. I watched it pile up around the
: "Funny thing about Flattops," Leo
: observed "Sometimes, they never grow
: Dad smiled, rubbing his own tight brush of
: bristles. "That's true. Leo gave me my
: first one back in '48 and I'm still wearing
: it." He laughed.
: "'Guess that I'm stuck with this
: haircut for life."
: My dick grew so hard that I had to shift in
: the chair. The barber and Dad laughed about
: that. They didn't see the hard on. They
: probably just assumed that they'd given me a
: good scare.
: Then he changed to a smaller clipper. He
: began brushing my hair, then cutting it off.
: Every stroke of the blade buzzed loud
: against my frozen body. He seemed to finish
: up there. I couldn't move. The sound of
: tools moving around echoed behind me.
: Dad got up, and put on his coat and hat.
: "I'll be back soon. Wait here for
: me." He grinned as he headed out the
: Leo tried to make small talk. I responded as
: best I could. Every part of me was focused.
: At one point, Leo laid the clippers flat
: against the side of my head. He mowed
: steadily backward. With every stroke, the
: hot blade warmed against my skin. As soon as
: it passed, a heavy chill blew against my
: scalp. He laid the clipper on the other
: side, mowing straight back. He continued
: around- almost to the top of my head in
: back. The hair was still brushing over my
: ears. For the moment.
: In no time, Leo had skinned and peeled the
: sides of my head to bare stubble. My head
: felt cold. I felt very naked and vulnerable.
: He lay down the clippers. During that break
: in the action I ran a hand over the top of
: my head. My fingers probed the longer hair
: toward the front of my head. It was already
: standing pretty much straight up. I lingered
: in the middle of my head.
: There was a patch of stubble, barely there
: at all. I felt the rest of my haircut. It
: felt sculpted- everything trimmed perfectly
: into shape.
: I heard a screwtop lid opening. Suddenly, he
: was massaging something waxy into my hair-
: what was left of it. It smelled wonderful!
: He took his time, massaging it until every
: bristle on the top of my head was coated.
: Then he brushed everything straight up. He
: took his time. Each pass of the clipper made
: a noise as it mowed ever more of my hair
: Finally, he finished on top.
: I heard the hot lather machine. Soon, he was
: working a cloud of foamy lather all around
: the back and sides of my head. He pushed and
: massaged that warm foam almost all the way
: to the top of my head. Leo picked up a long
: razor, stropping it on the leather attached
: to the chair. Quick strokes- they tickled as
: the fine point made slick work of the sides
: of my head.
: Hot towels, then another lather. Then
: another shaving- this time against the
: A warm wet towel took away the remaining
: lather. My head felt very cold. I felt very
: naked- very unprotected.
: My cock was pumping hard against my crotch.
: My whole body shook.
: Leo dried the sides of my head. He took a
: short brush and pushed the deck of my
: haircut up to full erection. When he dusted
: the back and sides of my head with that
: brush, I let out a gust of breath and
: relaxed in the chair. My naked scalp. No
: hair to protect it. Every stroke of the
: brush played havoc with my nerves. Even my
: nipples felt strangely alive against my
: He left me sitting there, trying to
: maintain. He went to the window. The snow
: was falling faster now. He looked both ways,
: thinking. He looked back at me, then said:
: "Ah, what the heck. It's gonna be a
: slow afternoon. Probably will close
: With that, he tilted me back in the chair.
: This was the first time that my naked head
: met the cold leather of the headrest. I
: It felt fantastic! I'd had no idea that I'd
: feel so bald and clean. Leo wrapped my face
: with another hot towel. The soothing heat
: felt great. I just lay there in the chair,
: luxuriating in the most incredible
: experience of my life. Leo covered my face
: in hot lather. I giggled a bit as he
: stropped another razor. This was fun.
: Carefully, very slowly, Leo whisked away the
: hair from my face. It was a surprise: I'd
: shaved that morning.
: Inspite of that fact, Leo's razor found some
: whiskers to shave. I really did feel/hear
: the razor shaving my face to a perfect
: smoothness. Another warm towel, and he
: cleaned me off.
: He had just begun to razor away what
: remained my moustache when Dad walked in.
: Our eyes met. We smiled.
: "Just giving the boy some extra
: sprucing up. No charge for the shave."
: he chuckled.
: I almost forgot that Dad was there as Leo
: finished making my upper lip baby smooth. He
: wiped me off, then applied a lotion to my
: face. It smelled great- just like Dad
: smelled whenever he came back from the
: He tilted me back to a sitting position. The
: sides of my head felt itchy. Suddenly, Leo's
: fingers were all over my head. He massaged
: the lotion over the whole shaven area.
: Imagine how it felt, the first time that my
: newly bald sides felt someone touch them. It
: was electric ! The sensation was so intense
: that I thought that I would pass out.
: Dad stood up. He joined us at the barber
: Leo chuckled and said: "Are you ready,
: "Get ready for a real shock, son."
: Dad added with a broad grin. "You might
: not recognise yourself." And with that,
: Dad started to turn the barber chair toward
: the mirror.
: I held my breath, closed my eyes, and felt
: the chair turn around.
: Dad's reassuring voice whispered to me. I
: felt his breath on my ear: "Go ahead,
: Johnny. Take a look. It's great!"
: I opened my eyes. My body went onto a shock
: and almost came at the same time. In the
: mirror sat a total stranger.
: I put a hand to my head. The deck of the
: flattop stood perfectly erect. I could see
: the sheen of the wax against the tight
: horseshoe. The horseshoe ringed the top of
: my head, stopping before the back. It was
: very short. So short that it just barely
: stayed flat on top.
: Boy! Was it flat! I lifted up my head. The
: hair in the front was perfectly erect. The
: whole top of my head was a perfect square,
: just rounded a little bit along the sides
: and tilted in slightly. I could've balanced
: a book on the deck of that flattop.
: I tiled my head down a little bit. The
: center was perfectly bald. Leo had actually
: shaved the very center smooth. The bald
: strip connected with the back of my head.
: Moving my head around, I noticed something.
: No hair moved anywhere. I kept moving my
: head up and down, side to side. It was
: fantastic. The butchwax glistened my deck to
: erect perfection. Just a flat and tight cap
: of hair on the top.
: No doubt about it. This was a tight, clean
: GI haircut. Every line was absolutely flat
: and level. Leo had taken his time to make
: this Flattop a model of upright perfection.
: Dad put his hand against the back of my
: head. Wow! I felt his fingers as they rubbed
: me and squeezed. Nothing could've prepared
: me for the feeling of being absolutely
: hairless on the back and sides of my head.
: No hair- none at all. Completely smooth and
: naked. My scalp was a glistening white.
: My ears stuck out at a slight angle. With no
: hair to hide them, they popped right out. It
: was going to take some getting used to-
: looking so jug headed. My whole face glowed
: pale and smooth.
: The major shock was how young I suddenly
: looked. That scared me. The hair had always
: made me look older. Buzzed now, into a tight
: flattop, I looked very young. My smooth face
: looked as though no hair would grow there at
: all. All of those years of trying to grow
: something- cancelled. My face was as smooth
: as a baby.
: I no longer saw the budding stud of the
: ninth grade when I looked in the mirror. A
: nagging fear chilled my gut. I looked like a
: goofy little kid. A 12-year-old kid was
: staring back at me in the mirror!
: Dad was standing right next to me- proud as
: I've ever seen him. He was beaming from ear
: to ear. He palmed his ears, then mine. I'd
: never really noticed how big his ears were
: before. That's where I got from: even the
: shape of our ears was almost the same. It
: was then that I realised how egg-headed we
: both were.
: There we sat- looking in the mirror. We wore
: the exact same haircuts now. We looked
: almost exactly alike. Suddenly, I'd become a
: junior version of Dad. A rock hard-on made
: me squirm.
: "Wow. You look great, kid. I'm just so
: proud of you." He placed a hand on my
: shoulder. I felt warm and happy inside.
: Couldn't help it, a smile burst over my baby
: face. My ears perked up more- just like
: Dad's did when he smiled. It was thrilling
: so see how much I looked like him.
: As I got out of the chair, Dad paid Leo.
: They made some small talk, both smiling, as
: they looked my way. I slipped my coat on and
: waited for Dad to finish.
: He shook hands w/ the barber. As he crossed
: the shop, he said:
: "Looks like you have a steady customer
: now, right son?" He smiled so broadly
: that I could only nod.
: "That settles it, Leo. We'll both be
: back next week."
: Leo smiled. His only reply was: "Always
: happy to have a new customer, Mr. Reeves.
: That lotion should keep him smooth until
: Dad explained that the aftershave lotion
: also had a growth retardant. My face and the
: sides of my head would stay perfectly bald
: for almost a week.
: By Saturday, there might be just enough to
: Next Saturday? Another haircut?
: "Next week?" I replied, startled,
: to myself. I hadn't thought that far ahead.
: Getting the haircut felt wonderful. I'd
: dreamed so long about being sheared and
: shaven. The sight of my flat head, in the
: reflection from the window, gave me an
: instant hard on.
: Dad finished buttoning his coat as he
: quietly continued: "Why so surprised?
: You're looking so sharp that I think that
: we'll just keep you in that Flattop for
: Kept in a Flattop? Brought to the barbershop
: for regular haircuts, with Dad? The thrill
: was almost more than I could stand. Somehow,
: the idea of wearing the same haircut as
: Dad's all of the time gave me a real thrill.
: I really wanted to be kept this clean and
: barbered for good. I didn't understand it.
: Dad picked up a bag and started to fish
: something out of it. As he did, he said:
: "Don't worry, Johnny. I'll tell
: everyone that I'm making you wear that
: haircut. To keep ya looking that nice, I'll
: happily play the villain!"
: He winked as he said that. I could've sworn
: that he knew how thrilled I was at that
: "Here's a little present from me.
: You've made me a really happy man
: today." He motioned toward my haircut.
: "Getting that haircut was about the
: best present that a son could give his dear
: old dad. I'm really touched."
: He pulled a dark grey hat out of the bag. It
: was high crowned, narrow brimmed. It had a
: black hatband and a small feather on one
: side. Dad always wore one like it. Do did
: every other white collared Dad of that time.
: "That haircut's going to be kinda cold
: outside. Your other hats won't fit you,
: With that, Dad fitted the hat over my new
: It fit like a glove. Perfect. The crown slid
: smoothly over the deck of my Flattop,
: keeping it in shape. The hat hugged the
: upper sides of my head, resting comfortably
: on my forehead. The lining just barely
: touched the top of my head, tickling it. It
: made me very aware of my short haircut under
: it. The bristles rubbed against the leather
: inner band.
: Out the door we went.
: Instead of going home, Dad took us to lunch
: at the diner. I felt some qualms as I took
: of my hat.
: Quite a few people stared as we walked
: through to an empty table. Most of the
: patrons had at least combable hair. Dad and
: I were the only guys sporting Flattops.
: Dad got a laugh when the waitress brought a
: "12 and Under" menu for me. I was
: furious at first, but Dad's warm chuckling
: brought me back to earth.
: I really did look like a little kid, but
: what the heck? He went ahead and ordered for
: the both of us.
: We chatted calmly as we ate our lunch. It
: took no time at all for me to relax.
: My hand kept going to the top of my head,
: though. Feeling the slick bristles was
: becoming addictive. Over the years I'd
: noticed that most men in Flattops tended to
: pat the tops of their heads. It hadn't
: passed my notice that they often rubbed the
: sides of their heads, too. Now, I was The
: Guy in the Flattop. Now, I understood.
: My reflection kept drawing me. I couldn't
: help smiling. There we were: Dad and I in
: shaved and buzzed down Flattops. The
: reflection caught the both of us: our
: flattened jug eared profiles; the glint of
: our shaven & hairless sides reflecting
: in the overhead lights.
: Dad's smile matched mine. At that afternoon
: I felt closer to him than I'd felt in a long
: time. It was then that I realised how much
: I'd missed his approval.
: As we chatted, he began to ask some
: interesting questions.
: "You had a powerfully strong need for
: that haircut. I don't understand it, but I'm
: pretty happy with this morning's
: events." Dad stroked his collar and tie
: "How far does this need extend, Johnny?
: Anything else that you want to try?"
: I squirmed. I hemmed and hawed as Dad just
: sat there. He sipped his coffee while he
: waited. This whole thing obviously
: fascinated him. I tried to be noncommittal,
: but finally just had to spill it.
: "Well, Dad: I really like the way you
: dress." That stopped Dad's coffee
: drinking in mid air. He stopped dead still.
: "I wouldn't mind putting on a tie more
: often- but we don't have to, if you don't
: want to. I dunno... I'm really scared by
: My mouth went dry again. My heart was
: pounding as I gulped a whole glass of water.
: My whole body was as hard as my dick right
: "Dad. I don't understand it, but I want
: to look a lot more like you." I shook
: my head in resigned confusion. My voice
: squeaked. Dad had to have noticed how much I
: was trembling. It all sounded as weird to me
: as it must've sounded to him. Silence, as I
: waited for the axe to drop.
: Dad took pity on me. His face blossomed in a
: warm smile. "Well... I have kind of
: missed you, the last couple of years."
: He draped his hand over mine. He looked at
: me, drawing me into his eyes.
: "It seemed as though you didn't want a
: dad anymore. I'd remember all of the things
: we used to do. Maybe a part of you misses
: all of that, too."
: His voice stayed very even- very comforting.
: The rest of the world fell away. The space
: between us grew safe and warm. I realised
: what a special and wonderful guy he was. I
: started to feel guilty for all of the mean
: things that I'd said and done to him.
: My voice choked. It seemed to go higher
: & softer as I whispered: "Dad, I'm
: sorry that I've been so mean to you. Yeah. I
: guess that I really want my Dad back
: He squeezed my hand. We smiled. It almost
: looked like he was going to have some tears.
: He didn't, of course. In a very quiet voice,
: he said:
: "Johnny, if you want me to be your dad
: again, by god, then I'll be your dad again.
: Let's be a real father-son team, huh? Let's
: spend a lot more time together. How about
: That invitation went straight to the heart.
: "T-that'd-d be great, Dad. Yeah."
: I felt so light and so safe right then. All
: of my worries about my friends and my inner
: conflicts vanished.
: "And, if you really want to look like
: the Old Man," Dad winked
: confidentially; " I think that we can
: swing that as well." His voice sounded
: giddy and hopeful. He really became a friend
: at that moment.
: We put on our wraps and headed out the door.
: The snow had slowed considerably. Just one
: of those light flurries that makes the whole
: world seem magical. He put an arm around me
: as we headed down the street. My neck and my
: ears started to tingle from the cold. The
: shaving left my face very sensitive to the
: air. The streets were full of happy people.
: I was one of them, now.
: All of the hippies and fashionable types
: were strolling, the snow dusting their hair.
: I no longer looked like them. Something told
: me that I would never look like them again.
: That was fine. I had my Dad with me.
: Everything felt right, now. Dad and I
: wandered thru the streets, enjoying the
: afternoon. That mild winter day, in that old
: town, was a classic movie backdrop.
: Dad steered us around a corner, motioning
: for me to follow. He stopped in front of
: optometrists' shop.
: "I noticed that your glasses have been
: coming loose lately. Let's go in and get
: them fixed. Won't take but a minute."
: We blew in from the cold. The doctor stood
: at the counter. I got the impression that
: he'd been waiting for us. He greeted us
: cheerfully, ushering us back to a booth. I
: handed my glasses over. He disappeared into
: the back.
: We chatted very quietly, mostly about what
: movie we'd see. In the course of the
: conversation, Dad mentioned that this was
: where he got his glasses.
: The doctor returned w/ a brown leather case.
: He snapped the case open. The case didn't
: hold my glasses. Dad looked at me
: expectantly as the doctor fitted them onto
: my face.
: Very heavy, they were. The lenses were more
: of a rounded rectangle than my glasses had
: been. The frames were a plain, 1950s style,
: and flat black.
: They were very thick, very wide. At that
: time, the only people who wore glasses like
: these were little boys and recruits in Armed
: Forces boot camps.
: Before I could say anything, the doctor
: slipped the glasses onto my trembling face.
: Done deal. My face quickly grew to savour
: the weight and the tightness of my new
: glasses. The shaven sides of my head felt
: the bows pushing and forming themselves. I
: could feel my ears sticking out.
: They fit tightly behind my ears, pulling the
: glasses flush to my face. The nosepiece had
: been narrowed w/ a black fitted
: "plug". The plug made my nose look
: flatter, and my glasses look bigger and
: I took a look in the mirror. Then I looked
: at Dad. Then I looked back at the
: reflection. My cock started to get hard all
: over again. The glasses were the same style
: as Dad's. He'd been issued this style in the
: Army, and had stuck with it ever since.
: Sometimes I'd kidded him about them, but
: always put on a pair during my secret
: dress-up times. I could scarcely believe
: that I now had a pair of my own.
: My mind could barely grasp the fact that I'd
: be wearing these nerdy glasses all of the
: time. That was fine. I was enjoying the
: whole thing too much to think very much at
: Before I could really take it all in, Dad
: spun my stool around. The optometrist
: produced a thick band of black elastic. It
: had loops on either end, and a buckle for
: loosening or tightening. The doctor slipped
: the loops into place. My glasses now held
: fast to my head. They wouldn't move at all
: as I turned to and fro. They sat fast and
: The hairless skin of back of my head tried
: to flex and move against the elastic. No go.
: The band held flush against my skull. Those
: black glasses made my face look even more
: smooth and pale than before. Looking
: sideways, the bows and the sport strap
: caused the sides of my head to glow in bald
: The frames were so thick that they hid my
: eyebrows. My face and head looked completely
: hairless- except for the tiny, clipped Deck
: Brush ringing the top of my head.
: Dad looked very happy with my appearance.
: Affectionately, he pulled on the front w/ a
: finger. When it didn't wiggle very far he
: "You said that you wanted to look like
: me. This seemed like a good place to
: I started to feel proud of the fact that I
: looked so much like my Dad now. Somehow I
: knew that I would be wearing those big nerdy
: glasses for a very long time.
: No doubt about it. The glasses and the
: haircut had turned me the spitting' image of
: my Dad. I looked like a nerdy kid from a
: 1950s sitcom. All of those longhaired kids
: at school were really going to tease me over
: this. So what? Strangely, I was thrilled at
: the thought of being teased. I'd be
: constantly reminded of my jarhead haircut.
: "Just another token of my appreciation,
: Johnny. And you are deeply
: appreciated." He stood up and kissed
: the top of my head. An affectionate pat on
: the back came with it. You know it: I just
: beamed and lapped it all up. He paid the
: doctor for the "rush job" and I
: stepped out in my goofy new appearance.
: I don't remember the movie. Dad picked the
: film. It doesn't matter. We had a great
: time. I do remember feeling very close to
: him that day. It reminded me of the
: closeness we shared when I was a little boy.
: He could've reacted very badly, but he
: hadn't. He'd been great.
: The two of us sat and enjoyed the film. Our
: crewcuts and glasses glowed in the
: flickering light. Even in the dark, the two
: of us stood out from the rest of the crowd.
: All of the teenaged angst and squabbling
: between us vanished. We were just two happy
: Flattopers- Father and Son- passing a
: magical day together.
: That wonderful time still gives me a warm
: glow when I think about it.
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