Justin 2 by Ratt

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Justin was most worried about his performance later. How could he possibly go out on stage looking like this?? Could he find a decent wig before the evening, something to hide the damage his little sister had done? Maybe he could get sick and cancel.

When he was finished crying he got up and went into the bathroom to survey the damage. He couldn't believe it. This was no stud staring back at him - this was a little boy with a face red and puffy from crying, and a wet spot on the crotch of his shorts. Worst of all, his head looked as though it had been mauled with a sheep shearer. Only a few remnants of his gorgeous curls clung to his tear-soaked cheeks, but mostly itchy splinters of severed hair stuck to his face and hands, where he had been rubbing his shorn head.

There was no hiding from the awful truth, Justin realized. He would have to face his fans without his former pride, with only this short, sticky mess where the beautiful ringlets once were. Unless he could fix the haircut himself…?

He pounded on the door of his sister's room. "Where are those clippers?" he asked. Her friends twittered.

"Why?" she answered back. "What are you going to do, try to give us haircuts too? To get even?"

"No, I just need to see them."

"We put them back on the top shelf of the linen closet."

Back into the bathroom. But first, Justin got himself a change of clothes from his room. Clean pants were definitely in order. He stripped down and climbed into the shower, feeling very strange. In the mirror, he appeared much skinnier than before. His long, handsome neck was very, very pale, having never seen the sunlight. The rest of his body was moderately tan, except for the outline of the muscle shirt he wore to show off his toned arms. Yes, it was still the same sexy, studly body he'd always had, but his features stood out a lot more. It would take some getting used to.

Justin turned on the water, cold at first, to wash the salt off his face and attempt to calm down his persistent erection. He couldn't understand why it had been at full attention since the haircut. He loved that hair - so why did he get off on losing it? It was troublesome for him to think about it. He turned on the hot water and put his head under the shower, letting the water soften the goo that plastered his cropped hair to his scalp. The warm water felt nice pelting against the clipped back of his head. He felt the erection returning, so he reached down and took care of it - he didn't know which felt better, that, or the spray of hot water against his delicate scalp.

After he got out and towel dried his body and his head, he examined himself in the mirror again. The half-inch hair on top of his head stood up slightly on its own, but with a natural softness. The sides had been cut with no guard on the clippers and only the slightest layer of velvet covered his white scalp. This stubble had a peculiar shine to it under the bathroom lights. It almost glittered.

Justin liked what he saw a bit more than he had before the shower. Without the tightly-gelled fringe, he looked less like a little boy. But he still wasn't the stallion he had been before the haircut. Perhaps he could change that.

He plugged in the clippers. He wanted to get rid of the geeky brush-cut and there was really only one way to do it. His heart was fluttering so fast that he became nauseous. This was insane - shouldn't he be trying to preserve every shred of hair he still had left? Yet here he was, about to cut off the rest…

He switched on the clippers and positioned them at his hairline, where the little inch-long fringe stuck out over his forehead. With a shaking hand, he clipped this part off first. There, better already - but certainly not studly enough for Justin.

He re-positioned the clippers and took a firm pass down the center of his head. The half-inch bristles rained down over his face and into the sink. Now there was a strip of velvet running down the middle of his head, the same soft sumptuous texture as the stuff on the sides. He'd always had fabulously soft, thick hair. Quickly he clipped the rest of the hair from the top of his head, so it was all one uniform length. The golden stubble positively sparkled under the bathroom lights. Justin was on his way to being a sex-symbol again. But there was still the air of a gawky pre-adolescent who'd been forced to get a short haircut. Partly because he wasn't comfortable yet with his new image, and partly, he felt, because he hadn't yet gone far enough.

Justin had a fairly thin beard, but shaved every morning in hopes that it would grow thicker and more manly. Now he was thankful to have a new can of shaving cream and a fresh razor in the medicine cabinet. He put his head in the sink and ran water over it. Again, the feeling was unbelievable, enough to make his knees buckle. Then he lathered his scalp with the shaving cream and held the razor in the same position he had held the clippers. Goodbye, velvet.

It was surreal, like a nightmare so horrifying yet enthralling you couldn't bear to wake yourself up. Justin, who had hours ago loved his luxurious curly locks more than anything in the world, was in the process of a different sort of grooming ritual, one completely alien to him. He was shaving himself bald, and the entire time, wondering why. When he finished, and washed his scalp one last time, he was so aroused he felt as though he was going to explode. There was one last thing to do, and he was hoping his sister still had some….yes! Sunless tanner, stashed in the back of the medicine cabinet. Justin hated the smell of the stuff and was half afraid it would discolor his beautiful scalp, but he needed to do something about the paleness, and this would have to do.

I'm still a stud, Justin said to himself, flexing in the mirror. I'm a gorgeous creature. Wait till the girls at the club see me tonight. And so what if they miss my long hair? They'd be crazy not to fall in love with this. I already have.

He knocked on his sister's door again. "Little sis?" he said. "Can I come in?"

"What do you want, jerkface?" she said.

He fumbled with the knob. It was locked. "Open the door," he said.

She came to the door wearing a look of utter annoyance, but her eyes grew wide when she saw her brother. "My god," she said. The other girls peered around her to see what the fuss was about. One of them gasped.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was an asshole to you and your little friends," he said. "Anyway, I'm going off to the club, I'll be home pretty late."

The girls stood in the doorway, speechless. Justin went to his room and put on his tight jeans and leather jacket. He stopped and admired himself one more time in the mirror. He was truly eye-candy.

"Oh, and girls?" he called as he was leaving. "Can you do something about this big mess of hair in the living room?"

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