Joe & I

I had always been proud of my thick, flowing hair. It was one of the few things that made me stand out from the crowd, and I liked it that way. But here I was, standing in front of the mirror in my boyfriend Joe's apartment, staring at my balding head with a mix of horror and fascination.

 

Joe was a strong, hirsute, bald man with visible muscles. He liked to wear muscle shirts and had a manly musk that I found strangely intoxicating. I, on the other hand, was an average man who took pride in his hair. But Joe wanted me to become more like him, and as much as I hated to admit it, his constant badgering was starting to get to me.

 

It all started with a simple haircut. Joe hated my long hair and convinced me to get a buzzcut. I hated it at first, but I didn't complain. I figured it was just a small change, and I could always grow it back. But then I found myself in Joe's bathroom, staring at his epilator. For some reason, I felt compelled to use it on my head. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I couldn't stop myself from tearing out my hair.

 

When I went back to bed, Joe looked at me with surprise and admiration. 'I don't know what happened, but you look sexier than ever!' he exclaimed. He grabbed me and fucked me harder than he ever had before. I had the best orgasm of my life, and from that moment on, I was hooked.

 

I began using the epilator regularly, and each time, Joe would join in, using it to thin out my hair even more. I hated the pain of having my hair ripped out, but I loved the attention from Joe. He shaved my head weekly to keep my hair short, and I continued to use the epilator, even as a bald spot formed on my head.

 

Joe loved my baldness, and I have to admit, I did too. There was something strangely empowering about it. I felt stronger, more masculine. I was becoming more like Joe, and it turned me on.

 

But then one day, after a particularly intense epilation session, I realized that I had gone bald. Not just balding, but completely bald.

 

I was horrified. This was not what I had signed up for. I wanted to stop, to go back to the way things were, but I couldn't. I was addicted to the pain, the pleasure, and most of all, the attention from Joe.

 

Joe, however, loved it. He loved my bald head, and he loved the fact that I had become more like him. He told me that I had never looked sexier, and he fucked me with a passion that I had never experienced before. I couldn't deny that it felt good, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost myself in the process.

 

In the end, I realized that I had let Joe's desires consume me. I had destroyed the man I used to be, all in the name of becoming more like the man I loved. And even though I hated what I had become, I couldn't deny the intense arousal I felt every time I looked in the mirror and saw my bald head staring back at me.

 

Joe and I continued our relationship, with him shaving my head regularly to keep it short. I still used the epilator, and the baldness became permanent. I had become a bald man, just like Joe. And even though I had lost myself in the process, I couldn't deny that I loved the man I had become.