Hey all,

Here's a quick story I wrote a while back that I'm finally deciding to post here. I'm still basically on hiatus, but I really like this idea and might do similar stuff like it in the future! Let me know what you think! 😉:
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Lupin the Grey Wolf perused the aisles of the antique store. His new buddies from the football team had dared him to go into the store as part of his initiation. His mission was simple enough. Go into the store and take a selfie to prove he had gone in. His buddies were waiting back at the locker room and it should have been over in less than five minutes. After all, Lupin hadn’t even seen any staff in the store since he had entered.

He could have snapped a pic by the unmanned register and that would have been the end of it. However, Lupin felt that wouldn’t do. He wanted to take a truly unique picture, something that the team would never forget! Lupin then paused as something caught his eye as he approached the back of the store. There sitting inconspicuously in the corner was what looked like an old-fashioned barber’s station. There was a mirror, a shelf, and various cutting elements strewn about. However, what stood out to Lupin the most was the chair in front of the barber’s station.

Rather than a traditional barber’s chair, it was seat shaped like a toy rocket. It was clearly a barber’s seat made for small children. Lupin smiled and realized that he found just what he had been looking for. Him taking a quick pic, posing upon the childish barber’s seat was just the kind of stupid thing that his teammates would eat up. It would be something that all future recruits would have to live up to! He walked over to the seat and was surprised to find that it was bigger than he had first realized. He actually found that he could sit rather comfortably with the rocket-shaped seat.

He pondered for a brief moment how an actual child wouldn’t be much too small to fit into a seat like this when he suddenly heard a whirring noise. He looked up and was shocked to see the clippers from the shelf before him raising up and buzzing, looking every bit like angry cobras who had just seen a mouse enter their den. In a flash of movement, the clippers sprang forth and wrapped their cords around his hands and feet, binding him within the chair. Lupin struggled against his new restraints, hardly able to process what was happening when he suddenly heard a new, ominous sound.

He turned and to his horror, he saw a couple of pairs of scissor above his head, their blades drawing towards each other and then away liking the flapping of a bat’s wings. The scissors then dove, slicing through the fabric of the wolf’s clothes. He yelped in terror as his shirt, pants, underwear, and even shoes where cut away from his body, leaving him completely nude.

The scissors then withdrew, and whirring filled the air as more clippers came forth. In swift strikes, the clippers dove at the wolf, systemically shearing off his fur until there was only the shortest layer physically possible covering the skin underneath. Oddly enough, the clippers left the fur on his wrists, ankles, the top of his head, and the tips of his ears and tail long. Lupin barely had time to question this as more barber tools snaked their way to the chair.

He was horrified to see multiple curling irons rise up before him, with their outer shells clacking against their barrels in a way that almost seemed as though they were laughing at him. They then dove and began to apply searing heat to the remaining long fur upon his body, forcing it to take on the shape of buoyant fluff. As this occurred, a spray can flew forward and began to mist the wolf all over.

As the mist from the cans with the white labels hit his fur, it began to take on the same shade, turning his fur white as freshly fallen snow. The spray cans with the pink labels seemed to only target the areas where the curling irons were, coloring the recently permed fur on his head, wrists, ankles, ears, and tail tip a shade of neon pink that was so luminescent, it could light up a dark street in the middle of night.

The wolf coughed as his body tried to eject the noxious spray from his lungs. He finally was able to open his eyes after his coughing fit, and to his horror, his didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Gone was the proud young male Wolf who had just made the football team. Reflecting back at him was what could only be described as a Poodle.

A Poodle with a meticulously trimmed white coat everywhere except his top of head, wrists, ankles, ears, and tail tip, which all looked as though they were covered with clouds of pink cotton candy. Lupin was so aghast at his new look, he was caught off guard as a large, antique baby buggy, filled with frilly, yellow baby clothes, rolled up next to the barber’s chair he was trapped within. The cords of the clippers that had been binding him up to that point suddenly unfurled, and Lupin yelped as the childish barber chair suddenly rose and tilted to the side, depositing him into the waiting baby buggy.

The canopy of the buggy rushed forward, trapping Lupin within. The buggy bounced around to a few moments as the sounds of struggle occurred within its confines. The canopy of the buggy then opened and suddenly Lupin’s smart phone emerged from the tattered remains of old clothes. It flew into the air and with a flash of light from the camera, took a picture.

Meanwhile, at the Lupin’s school, his new teammates were wondering why it was taking so long for the newbie to text a photo of himself within the old antique store that everyone said was haunted. At that moment, the team’s phones all simultaneously buzzed, indicating they had received a group text. The football players all reflexively looked down at their smart phones, and their eyes widened at what they saw.

A quick giggle escaped one of the boy’s lips, followed by some chuckles by a few more, until the whole the team broke into a round of uproarious laughter at the image before them. There, plastered on the screen of the entire football team, were the words: Baby Lulu’s First Haircut, followed by a picture. In the picture, was the newly christened, Lulu, a big sissy baby Poodle, who had once been known as Lupin the Grey Wolf. Lulu was dressed in an old-timey, yellow baby doll style dress, covered in white frills and bows that did nothing to hide the huge diaper swaddling the sissy’s waist. Upon his upper and lower paws where mittens and booties and crowning his head was a bonnet, all of which were the same shade of yellow as the dress with a matching white, lacy trim.

Most pathetic of all was that the new ‘Poodle’ was openly bawling his eyes out and flailing his limbs in the perfect display of an infantile tantrum, even including an old-fashioned pacifier jutting out from the corner of his wailing maw. Sadly, it turned out the poor sissy had been right when he had approached the barber’s chair. This was going to be one photo that the football team would never forget.

~The End~

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Well I hope you liked it! If you did let me know in the comments and feel free to check out any of my other stories on here! ✌️😄