Jake asked the hairdresser for a “drastic change” but he didn’t want to know what it was. The hairdresser smirked and decided very quickly what sort of change Jake would suit, even if it wasn’t what Jake had in mind himself. Once the buzzing of the clippers started he was a little nervous, but he looked at the hairdresser for reassurance. Jake felt himself loose himself in his eyes, almost as if they were spinning slightly.

Read More Posted Wed May 31, 2017 | 167 Words | Tagged story chav

I did a mistake again. I ended up getting the football train again into the city centre. Not being much of a football fan meant I never knew when there was a game on and it always ended up being on a day where I needed or wanted to head into town. It pulled up full of black and white shirts and my face drops. There’s a bit of space in the end doors so I get in there but I’m still surrounded by fans who have probably started drinking an hour or so beforehand

Read More Posted Mon May 29, 2017 | 365 Words | Tagged story footie newcastle

He had walked into the Danise shop about an hour or so ago now. Maybe longer. He could barely remember now. He had decided to go during the morning before having to head off somewhere else, somewhere possibly important, possibly not. Once he entered the shop the smell hit his nose and filled his lungs immediately. Leather has its own smell and he loved it. Craved it. Enjoyed it.

Read More Posted Sun May 28, 2017 | 518 Words | Tagged story motorbike

punkerskinhead: jealous making kissing of a skinhead couple….love it Ever since the shaver touched his head, his life started to change. Slowly, tuft by tuft he started to obey and even enjoy the new life that was about to become his. Nobody would recognise him anymore, but that didn’t matter. His old clothes were gone as well, instead left with a bomber jacket, jeans and black boots. He knew his new mates especially his mate, would welcome him into his new life of being a skinhead.

Read More Posted Wed May 17, 2017 | 86 Words | Tagged story skinhead

You sleepily got out of bed in the morning, got yourself dressed and were doing well for time to get to work for once. For once you would be able to get to the boring office ahead of time. It felt good, but you knew it wasn’t really worth it, you didn’t get overtime and it just meant more time staring into a computer screen. You were about to put your jeans on when you hear a knock at the door so you run towards the door in your boxers and polo t-shirt to answer it.

Read More Posted Mon May 15, 2017 | 431 Words | Tagged story workie

When they weren’t looking the two neon green “BRO” caps were placed on their heads. Backwards of course. Startled for a moment of something placed on their heads, the caps took root. Quickly their minds became relaxed and accepted who they were. Relaxing and relaxing, letting all of their smarts drain out. They look pretty chill now don’t they. Think it’d suit you bro, hold still.

Read More Posted Mon May 8, 2017 | 66 Words | Tagged story jock

enchantedclothes: WOW - more attention on this tumblr in 4 days than I’ve had with…probably any tumblr I’ve ever had over the last 7 years! Thanks, y’all! Annnnd, one of my new followers asked me to turn someone invisible, and sent the above to me! (Thanks!) It was a hell of a challenge and use of the clone stamp was limited. There were ZERO ‘content-aware’ tool strokes. It’s not 100%.

Read More Posted Thu Feb 2, 2017 | 494 Words | Tagged story chav bodyswap

The master control boots you see them advertised. The advertisement had them in a blue colour, while not your favourite of colours stood out. It was bold and so were the reflective stripes in the corner. You imagine them on your feet. How much they would stand out compared with the black shoes and jeans you wear for work. But they would look so good on your feet. Without realising it you walk into the shop and straight towards the display of the shoes.

Read More Posted Wed Feb 1, 2017 | 429 Words | Tagged story boots chav cocky

Hope you enjoy Anon, The guy pulled me into the dim lit alley on my way home from a late walk to the supermarket for the inevitable forgotten bits before work the next day. He was a pretty buff, and had a thick Malaysian accent. He asked if I wanted to get shredded at his new gym or something. He said it was free, and I was incredibly tired so I, for some stupid reason, agreed.

Read More Posted Fri Jan 20, 2017 | 248 Words | Tagged story muscle race asian

alphahypnosis: jockification in process He started not being able to pull himself up on the smaller bar. Now he can, and he’s only just realised. His mind is a little slower than it used to be. He’ll figure out he needs to be using the bigger bag to get even bigger soon.

Read More Posted Wed Jan 11, 2017 | 52 Words | Tagged story