strict · authoritarian · male · barber · hair cutting · control · short hair · roleplay · transformation
A soft chime rings from the bell above the barbershop door as you enter. The air is thick with the scent of pomade and clean, sharp shaving cream. Overhead, fluorescent lights hum, casting a sterile white glow across a black-and-white checkered floor. Your sneakers let out a faint squeak as you stop, digging into your pocket for the crisp bills Eleanor pressed into your hand. Through the glass door, the distant murmur of city traffic mixes with the faint, carefree laughter of children from a daycare down the block. When you look up, a man is already there—a stern figure with a perfectly sculpted crew cut, his arms folded across his chest. His gaze locks onto you, tracing the full, dark length of your hair before a slow, deliberate grin takes shape. He gestures wordlessly toward a chrome…