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Go Clean Cut Or Lose Your Stuff by Dante


so I'm 15 in this story and I'm 15 now (its pretty recent, and D means dad and M means me)

so I had been growing my hair out and it could go about to my chin, and high school had been etching closer and closer (this was like a week before highschool) and my dad had been wanting me to "clean up" which more specifically meant get clean cut, tucked in dress shirts, khakis, and like loafers and stuff with jackets and ties every once in a while my normal style is like hoodies and v necks and jeans and stuff but see I had a lot of like computers and consoles and stuff like any normal kid and I was playing warframe (a 3rd person "shooter") and my dad comes in,

D: turn that off where going to get you a haircut

M: okay? (i had been actually wanting to get it cut a little bit so it doesn't become a mullet and grows evenly)

we didn't really talk and listened to some Gorillaz on the way (an awesome band) so we walk into supercuts and my dad tells me to sit down, me not wanting to cause a scene or anything obeys and sits down i could kinda hear what he was telling the person at the register which was along the lines of "clean cut, slicked back and parted" I don't think he thought I could hear him because he motioned me to come over and sit in the chair where you get your hair cut like he wasn't doing something he knew I didn't want to happen. I didn't disobey him because again I didn't want to cause a scene, the barber quickly started cutting my hair after like 15 mins (it was kinda packed so he kept going back and forth between me and the register) and he started combing my hair back, when it was done I wasn't really embarrassed but it was just weird and I was kinda pissed off my dad was paying for the haircut when he asked me if I liked it and if I didn't then we could just get a new one, we walked out the door when he said "well do you? and don't be smart about it (basically say yes and say "yes sir")

M: Yes Sir

D: Good, glad you like it we need to get you some new clothes to

M: what? I like my clothes I don't need new ones right now

D: don't argue

M: *rolls eyes* Yes Sir

I was an obedient kid, I wasn't Mr. "f&$@ the police" or anything but like I said I was pissed. we pulled into Men's Wearhouse he told me to wait in the car. (you're probably wondering at this point "how did he know your sizes and stuff to get those types of clothes", well its because only like 2 weeks before then we had gone to a wedding so he already knew what sizes because of the suit we had gotten for that) he came out literally like an hour later with black dress shoes, like 4 pairs of khakis and like 4 white dress shirts, and a blue shirt he told me not to talk and when I get home to take a shower and put those clothes on while he puts most of my t-shirts and jeans in a box and put it in the attic. I was basically really pissed at that point and told him that its my clothes and my hair and he shouldn't have any choice in the matter. he told me that if I argued any more that he would pack up my computer and tv and not give it back until I was almost 17 I thought he was bluffing so i kept arguing while he didn't say a word, when we got home I did what he said and took a shower, when I got out I was buttoning my shirt when I saw him taking a box which I assume had my other clothes in it to the attic before I could say anything he ordered me to fully button my shirt, tuck it in and comb and part my hair, seeing how I didn't want anymore of my stuff taken away i quickly said "Yes Sir" and went to the bathroom to comb my hair when i came out he said I looked handsome and that i should get a good look at my room I ran upstares and saw he had basically rearranged me room and taken out my tv and computer and other things I went back downstairs super pissed when he said he had my phone and he was putting a ton of parental controls on it and that we where going to get my hair trimmed regularly I really didn't want to get anything taken away anymore so I just decided to obey him. I got my tv and computer back but its heavily restricted but I don't really care anymore and I actually like dressing smarter and on my own choice wear a suit and got my hair a bit shorter but I'm def more polite and I don't argue with my parents anymore but I don't care anymore because it turns out I liked it anyway in the end



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