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Force Bald @ 18 by Jason Benner

I came across this site while searching for a cure or reversal of being chemically bald. I figured I would share my story as a warning for guys to be careful out there. I was a freshman in college, school had just started, I was very excited about this whole new chapter in my life. I was majoring in engineering but I secretly had an overwhelming desire to be a model. I had the looks and the body and had been told by many I should be a model. I was a clothes freak loving everything from worn jeans to a nice 3 piece suit. It kind of bothered my father who was a manly grease monkey however, I always had my choice of the girls and loved sort of high school celebrity status. I though modeling could lead to becoming an actor. I came across a small add that read; ‘Are you a hot looking male fox? Are you ready to become a model?’. I contacted them and sent some required photos. I was ‘off the wall’ when I received a reply with a time and place to meet. The man just went by Bobby.

We met at a secluded empty parking lot. Bobby said I would make a great model and well, he really built up the whole experience and myself thinking; ‘Wow, could this be it ?!?!’. Then Bobby told me it would cost money to make happen, money I did not have. Just as fast as I went high on the whole idea, I fell back to realty. Then Bobby told me of an option, selling drugs for him. He said with my good looks, I could sell anything. He opened the trunk of his Mercedes and pulled out a package saying; "All you need to do is sell this and we can get started on selling you". Well, who could pass that up. I went for it. Of course Bobby went over what he was giving me to sell and for how much and warned he knew how to find be if it came to that. There were of course more boring details about the drug package and selling.

I get back to my dorm room where I hid the package in my closet while I figured out a plan to sell. A couple of days passed. I returned to my dorm room to find it was unlocked and someone had gone through my room. My roommate Keith was just as surprise. I soon discovered, the package had been stolen! F*** !!! I contacted Bobby and told him I needed to meet him. I nearly had diarrhea in my pants going to meet Bobby.

Bobby and I meet. I sheepishly explain what happened. He is of course not happy. He directs me to get in his car. I am afraid to ask about where we are going. In about 20 minutes we arrive at an old brick warehouse in the back. Bobby tells me to 'come with him’. Bobby walks up to a flat gray metal door, puts a code in the keypad, the door unlocks and in we go. We walk down a hallway to an open double door. The room opens to what looks like a beauty parlor with a couple of stations with lots of mirrors and photos of very good looking guys. That room opens into another room with a pool table, chairs and sofas, TV, computers and three very good looking well dressed guys. Much like the image I like to do. I wondered what this was about? Bobby explained this is where they do guy’s hair and makeup for promotional photos. Was Bobby just going ahead and promote me? All kinds of great thoughts went through my head. Maybe he thinks I will sell well and he can make up the money I lost him and, who were these guys. Are they gay? Is Bobby gay? Or are they just guys wanting to be models?

Bobby calls the guys in to meet me, Loren, Shafer and Eric. By the way, my name is Jason. Bobby explains to the three guys that I lost the product I was to sell. I tried to cut in and say it was stolen however, Bobby stopped me. Bobby told the guys they need to do ‘the procedure’ which seemed to excite these guys. What was ‘the procedure’ which I asked. Bobby only replied; ‘You will soon find out’. And the three guys sort of just snickered. I suddenly did not feel right and again, felt like I would have diarrhea fill my pants. At this point, the embarrassment would be welcome. I thought maybe if I ask to use a bathroom I could escape whatever was going to happen so, I did. Bobby just said "NO’ and directed the three guys to put plastic on the chair. F*** !! I did not like how this was going and was getting scared. Bobby directed me to get into the chair, over a sheet of plastic. Loren and Eric were on either side of me with rolls of gray duck tape. They duck taped each of my arms to the arm rests on the chair and then my ankles to the footrest. ‘The boys’ said to Bobby; "He’s ready" … of F***, ready for what? I thought.

Bobby approaches me and says; "You wanted to be a model. You have spent your life as a pretty boy always getting all the woman you want. Now you want to go public and have the public see what a pretty boy you are just like my boys here. Well, today we are going to change that. (I am thinking, how?). Shafer hands Bobby a round gray tin which Bobby carefully opens and shows me what is inside. It looks like bacon fat. He then explains, first we shave your head and those nice eyebrows (Oh F*** !!) and then, we put these heat lamps on your bare scalp. Do you know what that will do? (I shock my head no) the heat opens up the pores on your scalp. Then, we spread this cream on your head and let it sit. It gets repeated a few times and when we are done? All the hair follicles on your head and eyebrows, will die. From this point on, you will be forever bald" … Oh my god, my heart raced, this can not be true. "PlEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE" I screamed and again; "NO, No, Noooooooo", I screamed. Bobby pipes up; "Lets get started boy, this will take a while" with that, I actually pissed my pants. That of course sent the guys laughing at me.

The humiliation of going back to campus bald. What will I say happened? How about ‘I lost a bet’. Of course, I doubted what Bobby had done to my head would actually cause me to be bald at age 18. Then, day 3, absolutely nothing except a couple of tiny spots of stubble. After five days, I went to the school medical department. The nurse looked at my scalp and said I would need to come back and have the doctor check it out. I came back in three days. The doctor examined my scalp, sat down in front of me and asked how this came about. I could not say anything about selling drugs so I said I lost a bet, my head was shaved and a friend gave e a cream to put on my scalp to make my hair grow back quick. The doctor asked if I still had the cream, of course I did not. He then said; "I am sorry to tell you this, you are very young but it seems that cream you used, caused your hair follicles to die. I am afraid you are bald for good". So, here I am, completyely bald, and no eye brows at 18.

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