Jeremy and Ann had been going together for 3 years, right after Christmas this year, she moved in with him. At first everything worked out great, they had a few little differences but were able to work them out. But by Easter, it was almost over. She had found out how self centered and egotistical he was. The little aggravations turned in to real arguments. After a particularly heated argument, she decided to spend Easter/Spring Break at home with her parents, she needed to get away and think.
Jeremy had always wanted a motorcycle. A couple of his buddies had crotch rockets and he was envious. The day after Ann left, he went for a ride on the back with one of them. He decided he wanted one of his own, now. He had worked while going to college and had managed to save a bit of money, his parents were paying for the apartment and he had a full scholarship that covered his books and tuition. He was also a little afraid that graduation was coming too soon and he would have to settle down. The Cycle Shop, had a real special going on, new bikes were being clearanced off to make room for the new year models. It was a package deal that included body armor, boots, helmet, and gloves, all for just $8,000. It was all matching silver and black. With his money in savings at the college credit union he was able to quickly make a hefty down payment and finance the balance with really low monthly payments. He and his buddies spent the rest of spring break on their bikes. They made it to the beach whenever the weather was good, or just went riding.
Jeremy was home when Ann got back. He was in the little living room with two of his buddies watching some rented movie. It was apparent to her at first glance that he had probably been drinking all afternoon, there were bottles everywhere. She had never had much ‘stuff’, just her clothes and they were still out in her Honda, waiting to be brought in. She went back out and brought in her little travel case. It would be all she needed tonight. While she was in the kitchen he called to her to bring him another beer. ‘Sure thing’ she muttered. She opened it poured the long neck full out and replaced it with the contents of a little travel bottle of scotch. When she brought it to him she could see the movie was about over. She hoped the guys would leave. Oh, they were ok, but she was tired from the long drive. She watched Jeremy down half the bottle with one swallow. She went back to the bedroom and turned on the little tv. She heard them leave about a half hour later. Jeremy came back to the room. "Great guy’s" he said. "How was your family?" "Fine," she said. "Are you gonna take a shower?" "Yeah, I probably should. Maybe one more beer though." "I’ll get it for you," she said, getting up quickly. "You start getting ready for that bath." He was sitting on the bed when she came back with another juiced up beer. He swallowed it down. He stumbled to the bathroom in his boxers. So far gone that he stepped into the shower with them still on. She heard his loud giggling laugh and went to see what was happening. He was sitting on the floor of the shower trying to get the shorts off. She closed the door and called her best friend. Now she was glad she hadn’t unpacked her car. She finally had to go rescue Jeremy. She got him dried off. He was a tall, handsome, guy with long sandy, light brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. Only once had she tried to get him to get it cut. He flew into a tantrum about how he liked his hair, it was one of his best features. Well, tonight it was a wet stringy mess that she was trying to get dry before he got into bed.
She got Jeremy into the bed and covered with the sheet, he head on the pillow. He immediately fell asleep. Ann stood there looking at him a minute. She seldom had ever seen him drink like this until he passed out. She picked up her case and started to leave. At the door she looked at him one last time. A little smile crept across her face. She set her overnight case on the chair in the living room and headed for the kitchen. Jeremy was actually a pretty good cook. In the drawer she found the kitchen shears that were sharp and could be used for everything from cutting meat, deboning chicken, to just being used as scissors. Back in the bedroom she nudged him gently, then a little harder. He didn’t move, just lay there kind of slack jawed. It took her nearly an hour of careful cutting, one lock at a time. The blades of the scissors lay against the scalp as she closed them. A bald patch appeared. Again and again until all that was turned up were patches of short hair and bald spots. Even his sideburns were mangled. Now very carefully she began to cut his moustache off. That was a real blotchy job. The same with the goatee he sported. There was no fear of waking him when she rolled him to his other side. Now she attended to all the hair he had left untouched. The scissors did their work well. She almost laughed to see his mangy looking head. Then she thought of the beard trimmers he kept in the bathroom cabinet. She came back and plugged them into the socket. Jeremy still didn’t lay quietly while the trimmers, which were set at the lowest setting, clicked on. Neither the humming nor the vibration of the slim blades as they passed over his upper lip disturbed him. His chin whiskers followed. At this setting, they left pretty much bare skin in their wake. It took another half hour, but with no seeming objection from Jeremy, his head was soon bald, not a hair more than a 32nd of an inch long. He was oblivious as she pulled the sheet off him and took his pubes. She was getting into it. Her pussy was warm and wet. She almost wished he would wake up and take her. But his cock lay limp, even when she raised it so she could go over his sack and between his legs. She buzzed his chest, his pits and arms. She thought about doing his eyebrows, but decided he would be out of his mind with just what had happened already. She did pull the sheet completely down and buzz his legs. Then she covered him back up and gave him a little kiss. "Have a good tomorrow," she said as she turned out the light and walked out. She left the front door closed, but unlocked. She called her friend again and said she was sorry about the lateness, but she would be right there.
Jeremy wouldn’t wake until 9 or 10 the next morning. At 8, Ann called his friend who had been the last to leave the night before and told him he should "come over." Jeremy wanted to see him. It’ll be at least a half hour, he said. That’s ok. The door is unlocked, you can just come on in. When George got there, sure enough the door was unlocked and he came on in. He’d been there often enough, he made his way back. No sign of Ann. He checked the bedroom. If he’d been really smart he’d have turned and left, pretending he’d never been there. But, hell, he was Jeremy’s friend. And it looked like Jeremy was going to need a friend. He had woke up when George called his name. He was still muzzy and his head had an ache. With bleary eyes he could see that Ann wasn’t there. ‘Something was wrong.’ He raised his hand to his face, no beard! A little further, no moustache! He quickly raised his hand to his head; it felt like sandpaper. What?!!! He was scrambling out of bed when George came in. He kept going to the bathroom. "Oh my GOD!" He came back out looking accusingly at George, who looked like he was going to burst out laughing. He looked at the bed. It was covered with his shorn hair. He looked at George. "What am I gonna do? Look at me. I’m bald and my face has been shaved. Where’s Ann? Have you seen her?" "No. I haven’t seen her. She called me about an hour ago and said you wanted to see me. I’m here. She’s not." Jeremy went back to the bathroom. He came out a couple of minutes later. He was naked. George could see that his chest and pubes had been shaved too. He shook his head. She must have been really pissed when she left last night.
"What am I going to do George? She even shaved my arms and legs. He raised his arm, even my pits." Jeremy was wide awake now. "First, if I was you, I’d go get cleaned up. You might as well used a razor and go over everything. You’ll be digging at your crotch all the time if you don’t shave it smooth now. You actually look pretty good with that shaved head. You have the head for it and the looks." "You think I should shave with a razor?" "Yeah. You do have one don’t you." "Yeah, but I only use it to shave around my face." "Have you got new blades?" "Sure." "Put a new one in and change it after you do your head and face." "You really think I should shave everything?" "Come here," George said. "Now, look in the mirror." There was a full length mirror on the sliding closet door. "You’ve got the body, good muscles, a nice head and face. You actually look better all smooth. Now, go get to it." George called out after him, "shave everything twice. You want it super smooth to last all day." ‘Yeah, yeah," Jeremy mumbled. He stared at his face for a long time. Then brushed his teeth. He showered quickly, he could feel his skin all over. He got out and got his razor and shaving gel. It took over 30 minutes to get everything smooth. He used some lotion all over, his head chest, arms and legs. He looked down at his cock, it had come almost fully erect while he was shaving around it. He stepped back into the shower and turned it on so that it just washed over his waist down. He began to jacked off. His excitement built, his heart began to pound. He stroked it faster and let out a quick gasp as he ejaculated on to the floor. The warm water washed it down the drain. He turned on the cold water and his cock sun returned to a withered state. He got out and dried off. With the towel around him, he went to his room. He looked for his boxers in the drawer. They were all gone. In the back of the drawer were a three pair of thong bikini briefs she had bought him as a gag gift this last Christmas. It was that or nothing. He put the black one on. It felt strange not just because he wasn’t used to wearing only boxers. George came back in as he was pulling up his jeans. He started to put on a white dress shirt. George told him to hand it to him first. The scissors were still laying on the table by the bed. George nicked the edge where the collar attached to the shirt then tore the collar off. A little snip where the sleeves joined to the shirt and he ripped them off. ‘Now, tuck this into your jeans," he said handing the shirt back. Jeremy tucked the shirt in. He stood in front of the mirror and flexed his muscles. He did look pretty good. His the hair was shaved from his face and head was a little pale, but altogether it wasn’t bad.
George had ridden his bike over. "Let’s go out for a ride," he said. Jeremy pulled his boots on and started to get his body armor. "Not today. Leave your helmet too. We’ll get you some sun screen and you can start tanning it up." There was no helmet law in the state so they would be ok. They stopped at a nearby drugstore and got a tube of good spf sun screen. George helped him rub it over his head and arms. Back on the road the headed across town. They stopped at a little café and had breakfast. They rode on out into the country for a couple of hours before heading back. George was leading and pulled into a strip mall. Like he thought, the place was open. He parked in the shade across the parking lot. Jeremy pulled in beside him. "What’s up?" "We need to finish your look. Come on." "Where are we going?" he asked, as they started across the lot. Then he saw the "Tattoo" sign. "I’m not getting a tattoo," he said as he grabbed George’s arm and stopped. "Of course not. Now, come on." George took Jeremy by the arm. They went into the tattoo shop. The man said he didn’t usually open on Sunday, but for some reason here he was. "So, how can I help you today?" "Baldy here, needs earrings." "That we can do. Gold or titanium?" "Those silver ones, I think." Jeremy was holding his ear lobes. "I didn’t say I wanted earrings," he whispered sharply. "I know. But you will look good." The man told Jeremy to have a seat on the stool. "I don’t know. Maybe the gold ones?" "You’re definitely a silver guy," the man said as he wiped Jeremy’s earlobes down. He put on a pair of rubber gloves and wipe the earlobes again. Then he picked up what looked like a needle stuck into a longer metal handle. He picked up a piece of thick styrofoam to brace the earlobe and without even a warning pushed it through and twirled it around. Perfectly centered in the earlobe. The needle was withdrawn and the ring wire slipped through and fastened. "Turn your head this way a little." The process was repeated. The man handed him a mirror so he could see how they looked. "How about you?" the man asked George. Not me, at least not today. He brought a heavy silver chain over and asked how much? "With the earrings, altogether, let’s say $100." "Done," George said and put the chain around Jeremy’s neck. "What do you think," George asked the man. "Is that him or not." "He looks pretty good. Tell you what: for another $75. I’ll throw in any tattoo in the shop for his right arm. You’re choice."
"I don’t really want a tattoo," Jeremy said again. He stood up. "Let’s just take a look," George said, "it won’t hurt and that’s a good deal. He’s got some really nice drawings here." George spotted a dragon that would cover the arm from elbow to shoulder. He pulled the paper down. "This one," he said turning Jeremy around and handing the paper to the artist. He may have thought that for a first choice it would be a small one, then once he had one tattoo, he’d be back. They usually were, especially the ones with shaved heads. He led Jeremy over to the chair and set his arm out on the padded table. He quickly shaved over it one more time, not saying anything about the arms being already smooth. He wiped it down and laid the drawing over it. It was a perfect fit. He quickly sketched it out. Then began to outline it in black ink. Jeremy sat over on the stool watching in fascination as the tattoo artist did his work. It took two hours to finish. He did it in black work, the dragon almost solid, the scales outlined in red and bare skin, filled in with black. The claws seemed to dig into the skin, leaving little drops of blood dripping down. The head almost resting up on his shoulder. Jeremy’s arm burned, but he sat stoically during the entire operation. George paid. As they went down to their bikes, Jeremy asked, "are you satisfied now." George quipped back: "if I were you, it would be a very long time before I went drinking again."
Jeremy got back home alone. George had left him when they passed his place. It was quiet when he got inside. There was no one there to greet him. He stood in front of the full lenght mirror and looked at himself. Shaven bald head, smooth face, earrings and on his bare arm a black dragon tattoo. He slowly took off the shirt, careful not to rub it on the tattoo. Then dropped his jeans. The black bikini briefs were bulging as his cock began to swell. He pulled the boots off, then the jeans and his briefs. Now he stood there naked. Shaved smooth all over, only eyebrows and eyelashes. His hand strayed to the erect cock, he began to stroke it. Gently at first but then as he felt a ripple of pleasure, he stroked it harder and harder. He moved to the bathroom still stroking, he could feel that it would soon explode. His hot cum surged out, spitting full into the paper cup he held to catch it with. He milked it to the last drop. When there was no more he raised the cup to his lips and let it run over his lips onto his tongue. He tasted the musty flavor and licked the insides of the little dixie cup. Then swallowed. He went back and stood in front of the mirror. He turned his head this way and that. He reached up and felt his bald head, ran his fingers over his naked upper lip, then down across the hairless chest to his naked dick. He didn’t know how long he stood there looking at himself before he went to bed.
There was school the next morning. He set his alarm for a half hour earlier than he usually got up. He brushed his teeth, took his shower, then shaved himself from head to toe. He was giving himself one last look in the mirror. It was true, his head was smooth, his moustache and beard were gone, he had earrings in his ears. He went back to the bedroom and came back quickly with the beard trimmers in his hand. Before he could change his mind, he went over his eyebrows. They seemed stubborn at first, but three more passes and the left one was gone. Then the right eyebrow. He could still see little specks of hair. He lathered over them and shaved them smooth as the rest of his body. He massaged in some lotion and splashed on aftershave. He was a new person today. His first class was in an hour and a half. Ann was in that first class. She would get to see what her handiwork looked like finished and he would thank her for the goodbye gift.