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A Father’s wish: Gentleman Transformation

On the cusp of adulthood, Jonathan celebrated his eighteenth birthday under the warm embrace of a radiant August sky. His parents, Charles and Eleanor, presented him with thoughtful gifts and planned a celebratory lunch with his grandmother, Mrs. Harrington.

The morning unfolded with a peculiar air of mystery. Charles, typically reserved, suggested a visit to his preferred barber, a departure from Eleanor's tradition of accompanying Jonathan to her favored salon. The women there had always treated Jonathan with a gentle kindness, their soft nylon capes a comforting embrace during his haircuts.

As father and son embarked towards town, the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling streets did little to settle Jonathan's growing curiosity. The barber shop, a sanctuary of masculine grooming, welcomed them with its chorus of snips and the heady aroma of hair oil.

Inside, Jonathan observed his father's transformation under the skilled hands of the barber. Charles, ever the epitome of refinement, watched approvingly as his hair and neck were meticulously styled. Then, it was Jonathan's turn. With a blend of nervousness and anticipation, he took his place in the barber's chair, unaware of the whispered conversation between Charles and the barber.

"Hello young man," greeted the barber, his voice a blend of warmth and authority. "Today marks the start of a new chapter for you."

The nylon cape, unlike any Jonathan had experienced, enveloped him. It felt stiffer, a symbolic armor for the transition he was about to undergo. As the barber's scissors danced through the air, Jonathan's familiar pageboy bob began to vanish, revealing a new, more mature silhouette.

The transformation continued, the electric buzz of the clippers sending a thrilling yet unsettling sensation down Jonathan's spine. Reluctant to confront his new image, he avoided the mirror until the barber's work was complete. When he finally dared to look, the reflection staring back was a stranger, yet intriguingly sophisticated.

The barber's skilled hands worked Brylcreem into Jonathan's hair, the comb creating a razor-sharp parting that mirrored the sheen of his newly styled locks. Jonathan, both shocked and enamored by his transformation, embraced his newfound gentlemanly appearance.

Charles's pride was evident as they left the barber shop, the cool air accentuating the nakedness of Jonathan's neck. The conversation during the drive home was light, yet it hinted at further changes to come.

Eleanor's shock upon seeing her son's transformation was palpable, yet she managed to compliment his smart appearance. Jonathan's journey of change was far from over. Jonathan opened the door to his bedroom to find a magnificent dark grey three-piece suit hanging on the wardrobe door. Inspecting it closely, he admired the silky lining and the accompanying waistcoat, much like those his father often wore. "Great," he thought to himself, a sense of anticipation building.

Spread out on his bed were further items: a shirt, a tie, cufflinks, sock suspenders, and a mysterious square box. Upon closer examination, he realized the shirt was collarless, made of stiff nylon, similar in texture to the barber's cape and quite unlike the typical shirts he was used to. Opening the box revealed a selection of detachable collars, each with a sheen that matched his freshly Brylcreem-styled hair.

A dryness caught in his throat as he envisaged himself donned in this array. Charles peered around the door, urging him to hurry. Excitement tingled through Jonathan as he slipped into the nylon shirt, feeling it slide smoothly over his skin. He then wrestled with the trousers and braces, the real challenge being the attachment of the stiff collar to the shirt. Despite having seen his father do it countless times, the task proved more daunting than he had expected. Eventually, with a satisfying click, the collar snapped into place, its vice-like grip around his neck intensifying as he tightened his tie, the gleam of the collar echoing the sheen of his hair in the mirror.

Fully dressed, Jonathan felt both confined and exhilarated. He appeared to be a younger version of his father, not realizing yet that this outfit, initially perceived as reserved for special occasions, was destined to become his everyday attire. The shirt caressed his body, and the suit's lining slid smoothly over it, endowing him with a sophisticated aura.

Descending the stairs, Jonathan was greeted by his parents' exclamations of approval at his smart appearance. Charles observed that his hair might need to be trimmed shorter still to accommodate the high shirt collar. "Anyway, we can sort that out next weekend," he remarked casually, unaware of the lasting impact this change would have on his son.

At Grandma Harrington's, Jonathan's entrance evoked admiration and surprise. The lunch was a blur of reflections and sensations, the stiffness of his collar and the sheen of his hair a constant reminder of his transformation.

Upon returning home, Jonathan, overwhelmed by the rigidity of his attire, expressed a desire to change. However, Charles firmly instructed, “No, you will stay as you are. You may go up and brush up, but the attire remains.” The discomfort of the three-piece suit and the stiff collar weighed heavily on Jonathan, confining him to an evening of reading, an activity befitting his formal dress. Bedtime brought a small relief as he shed his 'rigid carapace'. Yet, hanging on the wardrobe, another suit, shirt, and stiff collar awaited him. It was clear that Sunday's church service would extend this newfound formality.

The next day, a hot and humid Sunday, found Jonathan resigned to his new dressing regime, somewhat relieved that college on Monday would allow for more casual attire. After meticulously grooming his hair to a patent leather shine, he joined his family for church. Throughout the service, he felt the curious glances of the congregation, their eyes drawn to his sophisticated haircut and attire. Matt, his friend, sat at a distance, and they couldn't speak before Matt and his family swiftly departed.

After lunch, Jonathan's hope to change out of his formal wear was quickly dismissed by his father. “You are now a formally dressed young man,” Charles declared. When Jonathan inquired about attending school in such attire, he was met with a stern affirmation and a warning about losing his inheritance should he argue further.

However, this formal attire was to become more than just a new norm for Jonathan; it was to be his exclusive wardrobe. On that Sunday evening, as the heat and humidity of the day began to fall, Jonathan opened his wardrobe to find that all his jeans, t-shirts, and casual wear had vanished. In their place hung an array of dark suits, stiff nylon shirts, and an assortment of detachable collars - each mirroring the style of the one he first wore.

He immediately went to see his father asking for an explanation. The shift to a permanently formal wardrobe reached a boiling point when Jonathan’s father decreed that this attire would extend to his school life.

“Dad, this is absurd! I can’t go to school dressed like this every day!” Jonathan protested one morning, the frustration evident in his voice.

“Jonathan, this is about maintaining a standard,” Charles replied firmly. “You’re not a child anymore. It’s time you start presenting yourself with the dignity and respect a young man should.”

“But it’s uncomfortable and everyone is going to stare!” Jonathan argued, the heat rising in his cheeks.

“Enough!” Charles’s voice was stern, his eyes reflecting a mix of disappointment and resolve. “If you cannot respect my decision, then you leave me no choice but to impose stricter measures.”

The confrontation ended with Jonathan reluctantly heading to school in his formal attire, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment. With a mix of resignation and curiosity, he adorned himself once again in the formal attire, his reflection in the mirror not just a testament to his physical metamorphosis, but also a stark reminder of his new reality. His disobedience was later met with a punishment that Charles deemed fitting – a week of additional chores and an earlier curfew, a clear message that his authority was not to be challenged.

The subsequent days at school brought an unexpected positive reception; classmates expressed interest in Jonathan’s haircut and clothes. After school, a close encounter with Matt led to a discussion about elegance and an arrangement for Matt to accompany Jonathan and Charles to the barber on Friday.

That Friday, the barber shop welcomed them with its familiar, sweet scent of hair dressing. Charles instructed the barber to give Matt a severe haircut. Jonathan watched as Matt’s hair was expertly shortened, the transformation marked by the methodical use of clippers and Brylcreem. Once finished, Matt looked immaculate, his hair styled to such precision that the barber jokingly remarked, “even a fly couldn't stand up on your head.”

When it was Jonathan’s turn, the barber suggested removing his high stiff collar for a closer finish. The metal clippers felt intense against his skull, shearing higher and higher, until Jonathan wondered if any hair would be left. The final touch of Brylcreem and brushing completed his look, and once his collar was back on, Jonathan had to agree – he was the epitome of a perfectly groomed gentleman.

Walking home together after school one day, Matt, with a tone of admiration, said to Jonathan, "You know, I think I want to start dressing like this too. It's more than just clothes, isn't it? It's about carrying ourselves with a certain... pride." Their friendship, now interwoven with their mutual appreciation for a refined appearance, blossomed further.

Jonathan smiled, a sense of camaraderie filling him. "Exactly. It's about showing the world who we are and who we aspire to be."

"So, what do you say?" Matt asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Shall we make this our thing? A sort of gentlemen's pact?"

"Absolutely," Jonathan agreed enthusiastically. "We'll be like two ambassadors of elegance, showing that there's more to style than just following trends. It's about a commitment to ourselves, to maintain a standard of sophistication and dignity."

Their conversation turned into plans on buying Matt a suit, detailing how they would coordinate their wardrobes, share tips on grooming, and even how they might influence others at school to appreciate the finer aspects of dressing well. They envisioned their future selves – well-dressed, respected, and setting a standard in their circles, not just for the moment, but as a lifelong commitment to elegance and sophistication.

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THE LOTTERY

Sigma Alpha Epsilon was the most popular fraternity on campus. The most handsome, successful guys who threw the biggest parties and went on to high profile jobs. Anybody who went through rush week DREAMED of being accepted as a pledge to EAE, but they only took the ELITE and if you weren’t the very definition of perfection … you never had a shot. That’s what everybody thought. If you were a legacy, you had a chance through the secretive LOTTERY. Only three legacies were chosen every year and even though most thought of it as a random draw from a hat, it was all about who you were and how much money your family was willing to pay to transform you into an EAE brother.

This year’s lottery winners were Kyle, Thomas and Chad. All from very wealthy families, but all completely uninteresting and completely NOT Sigma Alpha Epsilon material. BUT, that’s what the lottery was all about; TRANSFORMING them into what they were meant to be. All three of them thought it was strange, the way their alpha fathers spoke about becoming an EAE brother and how it would “Change them forever.” None of these three fit in at all. Kyle was out of control with zero goals. Thomas was a chubby ginger who commanded zero respect. Then there was Chad … who was just about as ordinary and vanilla as you could be. None of them belonged to the rich world they’d been born into and, as they stood there naked in front of their new brothers, they weren’t sure what the hell was going on. They didn’t fit in and no matter what fraternity they bought into, it wouldn’t change who they were … or so they thought.

They’d been shaved down head to toe, their bodies clean and spotless as if blank new canvases ready for paint. Then, William, the fraternity president, presented them with their blue EAE blazers, told them to put them on and that after they did so, they would belong to him and would do whatever he commanded. None of them believed him … but as soon as they felt the expensive blazers against their skin, they lost free will.

“Get on your knees,” William said. They complied as three muscled frat brothers approached and unzipped, pulling out their hard cocks. “You will now drink from your brothers and accept the life you were meant to have.”

Kyle, Thomas and Chad immediately craved those hard cocks and were going down on them within seconds. It was as if it was all they’d ever wanted as their three, bigger brothers began to cum in their mouths. The three pledges swallowed, craving more as they felt the warmth inside them … as they felt it course through their bodies as the true change began. It was painful. They fell to the ground, every muscle on fire as their bodies began to transform. It was as if their genetics were begin rewritten, each of the pledges slowly becoming the BEST versions of themselves. Thicker hair. Handsome features. Perfect, toned bodies with attitudes to follow. It would take all night for it to reach completion, their new fraternity brothers leaving them as the peldge’s bones popped, everything about them shifting.

“You will find your new uniforms hanging behind you and will join us for your first pledge rally in the morning,” William said. “When you will truly become our brothers.”

They were left behind, bodies writhing in the darkness until they emerged the next morning.

Each of them completely unrecognizable. They were now PERFECT specimens, Preppy Frat Bros from head to toe, wearing their blue blazers complete with shorts, ties and shades. And with it, came the attitude. They’d not only been transformed physically, but their personalities had shifted and they finally fit into the elite world they’d been born into … true college transformations thanks to a secret lottery passed down from generation to generation.

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