Flattopped
AUTHOR NOTE: I’ve been rereading my old stories lately and been inspired to write sequels. Here’s the link to part 1 if you like to read things in order and since this picks up at the end of that story.
https://www.hairstorynetwork.com/stories/ill-get-you-my-pretties/
Months had passed and the police were no closer to catching the phantom barber while the number of victims continued to mount. Then it happened. Regina returned to the bar that Megan worked at with some friends. Upon seeing the bald bartender Regina recalled the incident with the geek with a flattop and the then red headed bartender, Megan.
She approached the bartender, “Hi, I’m not sure if you remember me but is was in here a few months back and a guy made a scene about me cutting in front of him and you were the bartender. A few weeks later I was attacked by the phantom barber, and, well, am hairless now.”
“I remember that now! Do you really think that that little incident would provoke this kind of response?” Megan asked while pointing at their two bald heads.
“In my line of work guys are jerks all the time and that was far from the worst customer I’ve had to deal with.”
“Well, the cops have no suspects so let’s do our own sleuthing to see if it could be”, Regina proposed.
Megan and Regina set out to track the geek down to see if he was the culprit that rendered them bald and brought them to climax. Megan looked at credit card receipts from that day and identified one customer around the time of the altercation—John Hudson. An online search led to a profile on a local tech company’s website that included a picture of John Hudson sporting his trademark flattop.
“Ok, so we may know who did this to us, now what? Go to the police?, Regina asked.
“No, let’s be sure. If it’s really him let’s bait him into doing it again. It’s not like he can take our hair again,” Megan replied.
Megan dressed in her best goth attire complete with a short black bob wig and heavy makeup. Regina sported a stick straight brown wig, jeans and a tshirt to blend into a crowd. They parked outside John’s apartment and waited for him to go to a bar. After several nights of staking out his place their efforts were rewarded. They followed John to Funky’s. The two entered separately, Regina took a table behind John so she could watch and film him, and Megan headed to the bar for a drink.
She opted for red wine because that would likely stain the best, then headed towards John’s table. As she got close she pretended to stumble and threw her wine on his shirt.
“You stupid cow! Look what you’ve done! My shirt is ruined!”
“I did you a favor dick, it’s a butt ugly shirt! Also, the stain draws attention away from your stupid haircut so you are welcome!”, Megan laughed as she walked off and took a seat at a nearby table.
Fuming now, John pulled his box of microscopic nano bots from his jacket pocket and opened the box. He then opened the targeting app on his phone and pointed his camera at Megan. Before he could activate his nano bot army to attack Megan he felt a sharp sting in his neck and the world went fuzzy. Regina, being a medical student had access to all sorts of interesting drugs and had administered the equivalent of a roofy to John.
The two of them helped their “drunk” friend out of the bar and into the trunk of Megan’s car. When he awoke he was strapped naked to a gurney in some sort of abandoned medical facility.
“Hello sleepy head. Remember us?”, Regina asked as the two bald women stood over him with the bright fluorescent lights reflecting off their heads.
“You’ve been a naught boy John, you and your little nano bots.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. You’ve got the wrong guy! Let me go!”
“Save it John, we know what you’ve been up to. Do you remember Sami? Your little robots gave her a Chelsea cut.”
“Hi John,” Sammi was at a table nearby with his laptop.
“Sammi is a computer scientist and has been looking at your little toys. Hit it Sammi” Regina ordered.
With an exaggerated motion Sammi hit the enter button. John’s butt cheeks clenched and his penis shot straight up.
“Enjoy the ride John. Sammi programmed your little robots to take you to the edge but not let you cum until I say so. We’ll be outside trying to decide what to do with you.”
In the next room were as many victims as Regina and Megan could find.
“Ladies, what are we going to do with our little problem in the next room?”, Regina asked the group.
Responses ranged from killing him to turning him over to the police. Finally Sammi spoke up.
“If we turn him over to the police, eventually he’ll be released and can start doing it again. I say we give him a taste of his own medicine.”
All eyes were on her now and many heads nodded in agreement.
“What do you have in mind?”, asked Jade sporting her permanent blonde horseshoe flattop.
“Well, he seems to only target women, let’s give him a taste of what it’s like to be a woman. I can use his nano bots to genetically alter him, coupled with hormone therapy from Regina.”
Again, heads were nodding in agreement.
“Alright, let’s put it to a vote, all in favor of Sammi’s proposal raise your hand “
All hands went up.
“Motion carried”, let’s go break the news to John, er..ummm..Jonica.”
When they returned to the lab, John was bright red, quivering, and breathing hard, his penis almost bursting at the seems with large veins protruding all over it.
“Oh my, we may have let the pressure build too much. Sammi, do something about that will you?” Regina asked.
Sammi’s fingers flew over the keys and after a few short commands John’s penis erupted like old faithful, his cum shot splatting against the ceiling four feet above him.
“Oh my! Ladies, safety first. No one comes near him without safety glasses, ok?”
They all laughed as John collapsed from exhaustion. That relief was short lived though because the nano bots went back to work taking John close to the edge again.
“Anyone want a ride on that while he still has it?, Regina asked.
They all looked at the cum dripping from the ceiling and shook their heads no.
Over the next few months John was sustained with IV bags, and dosed with estrogen and anti-androgens. The nano bots did their part too eliminating all body hair, altering his hair follicles to give him a permanent bowl cut with shaved sides, and Regina surgically added some nice D cups to ensure he’d draw plenty of unwanted attention.
“John, we were torn about what to do with you penis so we put it to a vote with the girls. The options were:
A) have the nano bots give you a full vaginoplasty, or
B) leave your penis but make it permanently erect. “
“It was a tough choice, but in the end we all comprised on option C. Your penis will remain permanently erect. The nano bots at some random time every day will trigger an “old faithful” eruption of cum. In addition, they will also randomly during the day trigger an “old faithful” eruption of shit out your ass by controlling your colon and sphincter. That will give you something to remember us all by each time these happen. “
“We deleted the app from your phone, have your laptop and box for the nano bots, and all have your app on our phones. If you try to make more nano bots, go to the police, or ever harass any of us we will hit the “terminate” button in your app, is that clear?”
“Yes”
“Good, then let’s get you ready to be released.”
They did his makeup and hair, and dressed him in a low cut dress with fishnet stockings and high heels. They opted to forgo under garments. They then drove him to the seedy part of town and released him among all the street walkers in the red light district. Several local pimps closed in rapidly. As the girls closed the van door and drove off Megan looked him in the eye and said, “Enjoy your new life asshole!”
