Hairotica

 The barber started by perming my naturally curly hair. I asked why but he would not answer. Apparently it was to essentially give me an afro. This took a while and my head was swimming with everything that was happening. Why am I doing this? Am I crazy?? When the rollers came out, he diffused it a bit. He would not let me see a mirror the whole time. He got out an afro pick and started picking my hair. I could tell it was dense and curly. I wanted to see it but he ordered me not to move or he would ruin my hair. Then came the clippers. He buzzed off the sides, right and then left. and then he went up the back of my head from the nape. This took time and he was carefully fading around the crown of my head. It felt weird to not have hair around my head!! Then he told me not to move at all. He started to shape the top. He started with the front and worked his way around the circumference. Then he was carefully shaping the top, he said he was "defining the edges." Again, this to...

  "Did you bring the vehicle that I instructed you to bring, Doug?" I mumbled as I gave my father a cold stare. "Yes, the truck. I wasn't sure why you wanted that but now I understand," he stumbled. "Oh do you, Doug? My crown is the priority so yes the truck from now on. And you will be my fucking chauffeur. Anywhere I need to go, you will be driving me. Anytime, I say. Are we clear?" I grunted. "Yes, Eraser of course. I have to say, you do look really different and I love this look," he said. I laughed slightly. "Doug, you are doing to show me just how much you love my hair." I said. "What do you mean?" he asked nervously. I got up and walked up to him, exhaling smoke in his face. I reached down and grabbed his crotch. He looked shocked. "Why Doug, you do love this look. You are rock hard." I said. "I...I can't help it. You aren't Eve anymore." He stumbled. "Eve is dead. I am Eraser and yo...