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Daddy Skinhead
🕑 Added 2023-10-25 23:04:37 +0000 UTCI walked into the bathroom to find my roommate with a generous amount of cream on his head, covering the sparse hair on his skull. He had lathered it as thick as shaving cream would be, hiding all skin underneath. If I had to guess, I would have assumed he was shaving his head, but that didn't seem like him after fighting with his thinning hair for so long.
"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked, surprised.
"Trying this new hair growth product. Just got it today, reviews say results are instant. Check it out" He said, handing me a small bottle.
I wiped away the residue left on it from his hands to read the wrapping as he went back to covering every inch of his cap. The title "DADDY SKIN" was in bold on the front, the name of the product. Small letters underneath displaying the word 'head' seemed to signify which version of the lotion it was. At first glance it looked like expensive snake poison, boasting results in one application, "The cure to thinning hair!".
Something felt off about the product though. As I continued reading the directions, I got to the last part about wiping it all away to reveal smooth skin before it listed a bunch of other possible side effects.
"Uh dude" I said. "This is for hair removal. Not hair growth"
"No it's not," He asserted, oblivious. "It clearly stated it would solve my balding head"
"Yeah, by removing your hair!" I replied, showing him the back.
He needed to reread it three times before he finally figured out what he was really doing.
During that time, I noticed something seemed off about his body. He hadn't necessarily been fit, but something had definitely changed about his shape, his figure filling the space just a little bit more. It took me a moment to realize his body was still changing right beside me, muscled veins forming on his arms, his torso thickening with mass.
I didn't have time to reflect on this before he started shouting and trying to get the stuff off his head. He was a mess in panic, trying to get water from the sink to rinse away the foam. I watched as his body continued to grow as he worked, but it wasn't just muscle. A fat paunch firmly attached to his front, shaking under him as his hands drenched his head. A stream of water ran down his skin, revealing light curls of hair that had started to pop up all across it.
That's when I realized he was growing a beard on his face. It shot out like a mane around his cheeks, materializing into existence as a thick bushy foliage. It wasn't his hair color though. No, it was a patchy salt and pepper look much like the rest of the stands on his skin. It would have been suitable on an older man, which his face seemed to begin shifting toward as well. Creases formed on his forehead, growing lines around his eyes as his expression took on a weathered look.
He finally finished getting all the lather off, raising up to look at me.
"It look alright?" My roommate asked, his voice now gravel. The moisture on his body had matted his new curls down, looking more like a sheen of sweat over a bulky dad-bod. The word "Daddy" instantly popped into my mind looking at the new man before me.
