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Holiday Special: Twelve Months of Transformation
[Part 2 of 12]
February
As January came to an end, Nick's graying hair problem worsened. The dye that he used on his hair became less and less effective. By the beginning of February, Nick had to literally dye his hair everyday.
It would be the first thing he did every morning. And, by night time, his salt and peppered hair would be back. In just a week he spent over 100 dollars on hair dye. I can't keep going like this, he thought to himself. But, I have to. I can't let whatever is happening to me... beat me.
He hated that this was bothering him so much. He wished he could just except that his hair was going grey. But, he couldn't. He even brought it up to his younger girlfriend. "What it's natural for and old man to get grey hair." She jokingly laugh.
"I'm not old... I'm only 35... 5 years older than you." Nick replied in frustration. He was upset that his girlfriend wasn't taking this seriously.
"Calm down... you just gotta make sure to by permanent hair dye. Not the stuff that can just wash out." She tried ti reassure Nick.
Nick just sighed feeling crazy. I have been buy permanent hair dye, he thought to himself.
The next day he woke up to start the daily hair dying process. More hair on the side of his head was turning white. The hair on the top of his head was losing more sheen with more white hair starting to sprinkled in. Instead of the jet black hair he once had, it was now a dark charcoal gray. He sighed feeling defeated.
He looked around for his dye. But, he couldn't find it. Amongst the choas, he noticed something. Maybe he's been to stress to see it before. But, his hair was a lot longer and shaggy than it should have been. Making his graying hair more prominent.
The it hit him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before. He decided to go to his barber. Maybe he would have a solution for his gray hair.
His hair raced as he realized this was the first time seeing his barber with his now graying hair. "Damn what kinda of dye job do you get." His barber shouted as Nick walked into the shop.
"It's not a dye job... my hair is going grey." Nick's face went red.
"That's not possible... I just cut your hair in December... you couldn't have gone this gray... this fast, naturally." The barber exclaimed.
The two men continued talking and settled on it being cause by stress.
"I was going ask. The dye I've been using... it seems to only hold on my hair for a day. Do you have any recommendations for hair dye." Nick asked.
"Yeah, actually I do." The barber said, as he pulls out a jar. "You can't use those cheap brands from the store. I got this shipped directly from China. I dyed someone's hair with this a month ago. Forgot to wear gloves. The color is still on my hands." He raises his hands showing so find black markings. Nick bought the jar of him, hoping thisbwould be the answer to his problems.
The next day he dyed his hair. To his excitement the dye stayed on his hair the whole day. He woke up the next day, expecting to have to dye his hair again, but his hair was still jet black. A week goes by and the color was still holding strong.
For the fist time in a long time, Nick felt relaxed. He could finally focus on work, his girlfriend, hanging out with friends. But, all good things come to an end.
Late one night. Nick jolted awake. His body and face was extremely itchy. He itched at his body through the clothes he wore to bed. But, it didn't help. He reach for his face and felt a thick beard on his recently hairless face.
He ran to the bathroom and his heart sank as his eyes where hit with his reflection. His graying hair was back. But, that was the lease of his worries. On his face was a thick graying beard. His arms were now cover in forest of dark hair. As, dark gray hair also poked out of the neck of his shirt.
He began removing his clothes revealing that hair now covered almost every inch of his body. A body that for his entire life has been relatively hairless. He couldn't even grow a beard, just a day ago. Worst was the dark body hair was already beginning to go gray in different places.
If he already looked 40 with is graying hair, now he looked like he was well into his mide to late 40's with his graying beard and body hair.
In a panic, Nick's eyes began to tear up. "What the fuck is happening to me." He screamed. He felt like collapsing into a hairy ball of self pity. But, he buried his sadness. He had to do something about it. He rushed to a convenient store. And, bought everything he need to make himself hairless, again.
He shave his beard with a trimmer, followed by a razor. He smiled as he saw his clean shaving face. It just something else I have to add to the list of things I need to do know, he told himself. He continued to trim, shave, and put hair removing cream on different parts of his body. It took hours but he was finally done. He finished up with dying his hair one again.
He smiled as he looked like himself once again. But, the smile faded as he noticed a thick 5 o'clock shadow sat on his face again. His just laughed at how absurd everything happening to him was. And, he shaved his face again, twice in one morning. By the time he was done it was time to got to work. He brought extra shavers with him, just incase.
As the day went on, Nick noticed that a thick 5 o'clock shadow would come back every hour. And, ever hour he went to the work restroom to shave. Around lunch time, his body started itching. He went to the rest, again, as show his body hair was starting to grow back. Making his body very prickly and uncomfortable. What the fuck, he screamed in his head. There has to be something wrong with my hormones. He proceeded to reshape his face and any body hair that was covered by his suit, mainly his hands amd knuckles.
Later on, one of his coworkers walked in to hand Nick some paper work. "Oh, it's good to see your embracing the gray."
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Nick instinctively replied. He was a bit confused by what his friend meant. He pulled out his phone to see the dye was already out of his hair. What it doesn't even last a day anymore, he questioned himself.
Something was really wrong and Nick no longer could hide it. Instantly he dailed his medical insurance. "Hello, I would like to make an appointment with a hormone imbalance specialist." The operator replied that the closest appointment possible would be in the middle of March. Nick feared he could wait that long but, with out no other choice he booked the appointment.
But, would I be able to survive whatever is happening to my body until than, he asked himself.
Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation
[Part 3 of 12]
March
As February came to an end, Nick realized trying to cover up his graying hair and shaving his body everyday just wasn't feasible. The dye alone was costing him a fortune and, now, he had to add shavers and hair remover creams.
As March started, Nick reluctantly allowed his graying hair to do as it pleased. He wasn't going to cover it up anymore. Deep down, he was hoping his appointment with the doctors would give him some answers and solutions. So, at worst he wouldn't be like this for much longer.
The office began to talk, as everyone saw Nick practically age before their eyes. The young 35 business man now looked like he was approaching 50. People asked him questions. But, Nick couldn't give anyone answers. "I'm going to meet with a specialist," was all he could reply with.
As the days passed, Nick became more comfortable with the aging man that he saw in the mirror. Even though he still had his young body, the older appearance brought by the gray hair, beard, and body hair still affected how Nick was beginning to act.
He felt more confident and he like how people started having more respect for him. He even started to lean in to the age people thought he was. It started to have it's benefits. One of the major benefits was his boss started to respect him more. Nick guess it was because they were looking closer in age.
"Nick, I have an important job for you. A meeting with a potential partner. If we can make a deal with her company our profits would double. And, we would be rid of our shipping problem. I need you to woo her off her feet. Charm her." His boss requested.
"Thanks sir, but why me," Nick asked.
"Let's just say your her type. Your mature looking bit your still fit," The boss said patting his own gut. "The meeting is next month. So, take time to do your research. Present our deal and throw in some of that charm." His boss directed.
What his boss was saying was true. He may look older. But, underneath all this graying hair still was the body of fit 35 year old.
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Although he was getting more comfortable with his body. He still didn't want to stay this way. So, keeping up his fitness was becoming his main focus. He felt like it was the one thing he could control. He began spending more time in the gym. Even if he had to deal with guys in their 20's, 30's, and even early 40's coming up to him and saying they'd kill to have a body like him at his age. Nick always felt like correcting them, revealing his true age. But, he never did. It would be more of a hassle that Nick didn't have the time for.
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Time passed and Nick was pleased that there weren't other physical changes. But, he did notice he was starting to act different; older. But, he brushed it off. He chalked it up to be some subconscious psychological issue. Seeing an older man in his reflection meant ,maybe, subconsciously he probably felt like he had to act older. Once I get this dealt with and look normal again, I'll be back to my old self, he hoped.
Finally his appointment with the hormone imbalance specialist came. Nick was hoping for answers and solutions for whatever was happening to him. He was hoping this nightmare would be over. "Okay. Nick," The doctor walked in and paused. "Oh, sorry sir... I must have the wrong chart ... I'll be right back." The doctor left the room and came back five minutes later.
"Um Sir ... you are Nick Winters, right?" The doctor asked.
"Yes?" Nick responded a bit confused by everything.
"Oh, okay, sorry about that... it seems like there was just a small mix up with something. It's no big deal. I'll go ahead and let the nurse know to fix your age on the paperwork, after where done here today. So, what brings you in," the doctor continued.
Nick felt a bit embarrassed, "Well that's just it. The age on the paper work is correct. In fact just over two months ago I looked like an normal 35 year old. But, now my body is covered in all this graying hair. It grows back fast. And, if I try to dye it... it doesn't hold pigment..." He continued talking and telling him everything he has been experiencing.
The doctor just looked at Nick, surprised by everything he was saying. "I've never seen anything like this before." He walked closer and examined Nick's face. "Interesting, either your telling the truth or you have taken really good care of your skin over the years." The doctor tried to joke. Nick, stayed quiet.
Over the course of the next few hours. The doctor asked Nick to do different task. He shave parts of Nick's body. Within 10 minutes stuble was already growing back. He tried to dye Nick's hair. But, the hair was unaffected by the dye.
He gathered serial vials of blood to be tested. He requested to get MRIs and X-rays. Any test that was useful was done. "Okay, Nick I don't know what going on with you. But, obviously this is not normal. We've run every test and now it just time to wait. We'll get to the bottom of this and help you however we could." The doctor tried to reassure Nick.
"Thanks, Doc... How long should it take to get the results." Nick said hopeful that this nightmare was actually coming to an end.
"Well, Nick. Some of these test take more time than the others. I'd say we will have a full report by next month. Until then, if we get any important results will let you know sooner." The doctor gave him a reassuring pat on the back.
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As Nick went home, he saw his girlfriend packing. "What's happening?" He asked.
"Fuck," she said to herself. "I was really hoping I'd be done before you got back.
"What's happening?" Nick asked again. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing.
"I'm breaking up with you." Her eyes began to water. "I know it not your fault. But, I just can't sit here and see what happening to you. I know it makes me a bitch to break up with you, when your going through this. But, I can't take it anymore. People stare when we go out on dates. You've been mistaken for my father. Heck, People probably think I'm a gold digger going after an older man. I just can't take anymore." She explained through her tear.
"But, I went to the doctors. They ran test. There gonna give me the results. I'm not gonna stay like this forever." Nick plead trying get her to change her mind.
"But, what if it you do. This... whatever is happening to you... it not normal. What if you get worst. What if it starts affecting more than your hair. Heck it's already affecting you mentally. You are starting to act and sound more older ever day. You go to the park and feed the duck. You been becoming friends with the old man that owns the bakery down the street. You even started relating more with your boss. And, that just the tip of the iceberg. My nightmare is one day waking up and your an 80 year old man." She continued packing. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."
Nick knew he should feel mad. But, she was right. He was acting different. She didn't sign up for this. She didn't deserve none of this. He walked out of the room and sat on the couch. Maybe a couple of months ago he would have fought. But, now, he just felt older and more mature. It hurt but, deep down, he knew it was for the best.
Eventually she came out of the room. "So, I guess this is good bye," she said, as she gave him one last kiss. She walked out of the door and his life.
Now alone in his apartment he cried. His girlfriend was just another casualty of this curse. "I hope all this ends before it gets worst," he cried to himself.
Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation
[Part 4 of 12]
April
Nick looked in the mirror and, for the first time in a while, he smiled. Damn, I look good for being an older man, he said to himself. He examined his body, checking out all the muscle behind the graying hair. He flexed a little bit. Fuck, yeah I'm a hot daddy, he flirted with himself.
Suddenly, he snaps out of his trance. "What the fuck was that?" He yelled out. I can't give in to whatever this is! Nick yelled in his head. I'm going to get my body back to the way it was. I just gotta wait a bit longer
Nick continued to try and live his life as normal as he could. He went to work. He hung out with friends. He went to the gym. He tried to be himself or the person he used to be before all of this. But, he began feeling out of place.
Deep down he could feel it. Some part of him slowly growing. A part of him that wanted to just give in. It wanted him to embrace who he was becoming. But, he couldn't let it happen. He continued to push that feeling deep into his psyche; he was still thankful he was stronger then these feelings.
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The meeting his boss set up came at the end of the first week of April. He met with the potential business partner. She was hot for her age, a total MILF. It was awkward at first, but he quickly became comfortable. And, he started getting into character.
He took her to dinner where they could talk business. They made small talk. They flirted. It was strange being in this situation with a women that could almost be his own mom's age. It was even weirder that to the outside world and to the women in front of him none of this was strange. It just looked like to older people having a good time together.
Nick would get glimpses of them two in the mirror. Damn, we'd make a good couple, if it wasn't just so weird, Nick said to himself. Everything continued to go as planned. She seemed to like the deal. She seemed to like Nick.
Towards the end of dinner, she became even more flirty. "I'm just in town tonight. We had such a good time. I'd like to continue this in my hotel room." She suggested. Nick was shocked. He wasn't planning on it going this far.
But, maybe it was his recent break up. Maybe it was that growing feeling of excepting his older body. But, he calmly said "Definitely, I'd love that." The two raced to the hotel room, making out on the way.
As they got to the hotel room, she positioned Nick onto the bed. "I got to freshen up a bit. There should be virga in there, if you need it." She tossed Nick her purse, as she went of to the restroom.
"I don't think I'll need it," Nick flirtatiously replied. "Oh someone is confident." She flirted back.
As she returned, Nick felt his dick get hard, as he saw her. She climbs on him and they begin to make out. "Damn, you keep your body in good shape," she moans. "Your not too bad yourself," Nick grunted as he manhandled her, the two switching their position. Now, he was on top.
This is so fucking weird, Nick screams in his head. But, it feels so right. The two of them proceeded to make out exploring their bodies. And, soon they make love as Nick penatrated her. The sex was passionate and raw, as Nick felt good for the first time in a long time.
They reached climax has she moans out Nick's name. Nick's cock shots a load of cum deep inside her. They lay next to each other panting, feeling the erotic pleasure surge through their bodies.
"Damn, you fuck like a 20 year old." She moans. The two of them cuddle for some time. She gives Nick her business card. "Call me and I'll let you know the next time I'm in this part of the world. Maybe we can get together, again."
Nick new what he was getting into. He knew this would be a one night stand. But, he still felt a little bummed out. He felt like he finally found someone he could be his new self around. "Sure, I'd like that," Nick smiled.
After a few hours, Nick got dressed and began to drive home. Did I really just become the booty call of an older woman... and I actually liked it. Nick asked himself finally taking time to fully comprehend what just happened.
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The next day at work his boss was pleased to hear the good news. "You did good, Nick. I don't know what's happening to you but, boy am I glad it happened." His boss patted him on the back and shook him with excitement.
"Thanks sir, I'm not sure what's happening myself. But, I actually had a good time." Nick replied.
"That good to hear, boy... Damn, it's weird to call you that, considering you almost look my age. But, anyway I want to reward you. You earned your self a new promotion for the new sector we are opening you up. I'm making you head of sales and distribution at our new branch." His boss said with proud excitement.
"What!? ... sir ... thank you. I'd be honored." Nick stuttered.
Nick's boss brought out some whisky, to celebrate. The two men began to talk like two old friends. Which, at this point wasn't a stretch of the imagination. Because, as time had been passing Nick's has started to view his boss more as friend than he did his old office friends.
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The rest of April went on without any physical changes that Nick could notice. And, for the first time since this all happened, Nick felt happy. Everything was going great. He was settling in to his new appearance. He even set up a dating profile on a site for people over 50.
Towards the end of April, Nick realized the hormone specialist never call back. But, at this point he didn't care. He started liking the way he looked. If this is as bad as it gets I can live with this, Nick said to himself. It's not like it can get any worse.