Redhead Relationship

Synopsis: Breaking up with redhead Phil was an easy decision for our main character, but Phil isn’t ready to let him go so easy - and has a way of teaching red-haters a thing or two about the life.

Phil, my boyfriend of three weeks, seems to’ve forgotten me telling him how much I don’t enjoy listening to his constant recalling every, red hair n’ carpet matching the drapes story. We’d be out to dinner numerous times and Phil would blabber on and on about somebody he knew, or a stranger, who had brought it up in, ‘the funniest way.’ Eventually one evening I snapped on him.

“Phil you act like redheads are a rare life form! I’m tired of hearing about it!” It felt so good to unload on him.

“And also, I’m tired of seeing your red pubes around, it’s weird. Not to mention your dick is too big for me anyway.” When I first saw his 7-inch dick I remembered how much I hate big or even above average sized cocks.

“Let’s be done. Go our separate ways...” I told him.

Phil’s reaction confused me because instead of getting angry he very calmly gathered his belongings from the living room and told me something along the lines of, “Best of luck, you grossly hung and perv redhead.” ...With a devilish smile I might add. He quickly left.

Phil left me to my peace but I couldn’t help being puzzled over his choice of words: Grossly hung and perverted. I’m not even a redhead! I fell asleep fast, all things considered. Honestly not having to think about any more redhead stories had me feeling relieved. 

* * *

Something was off in the morning. I slept fine but... maybe I will just splash water on my face....

...Lord I’m pale... but everything looks normal. Probably getting sick is all. I sucked it up and left home for my shitty job at the pizza shoppe. My boss Frank was not pleased to see me arrive 15 minutes late and sent me on bathroom cleaning duty almost immediately. 

“And when you’re done there, outside needs sweeping,” Frank ordered. 

While in the bathroom I don’t know if it was the chemicals or what- but man I felt dizzy. I again splashed water on my face but this time I could swear my hair was lighter, skin too. Suddenly I found myself thinking of Phil.

“Oh great, I’m over him!” I almost muttered. 

“I’m over all redheads!” 

“They’re so annoying, with their big red bushes, all those pubes.” I hated how I was getting turned on. I ran into the stall as my cock got bigger. 

“Why now?!” I was not in the mood for this.

After I unzipped my jeans for some relief I heard somebody enter, use, then leave the bathroom. I was rock hard and being bombarded with mental images of redheads and I couldn’t figure out why. I tried to make it stop but ended up jerking myself and busting a quick load right onto the toilet seat. I was just about to chalk this whole thing up to stress but after seeing how swollen my dick was I knew something was up. How did I just grow an inch? 

“And my hair!” It looked almost... red. Definitely not all red, but it had a particular hue to it. I don’t know why but I wanted to check my other hair... my bush... I was getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about red pubic hair! I looked and looked and sure enough spotted a few bright red hairs as I moved the brown hair around. My heart began to race. Immediately I knew to text Phil- - - -

“HURRY UP IN THERE!” Frank yelled through the door after an abrupt bang. Texting Phill would have to wait. 

The rest of my shift I kept Phil in the back of my mind. If he did something... if he was responsible for me going crazy and imagining these insane things then I needed to get to the bottom of it. The nagging itch I kept having in my groin and on my head were my reminders to text him the moment I was off. Finally at 5pm I was able to pull out my phone-- already had a text waiting for me from Phil...

[[[ Hey bitch, figure you’re probably freaking out by now. ]]]

Now I knew he did something! I read on...

[[[ I didn’t like the way things went last night so I decided to give you a wake up call. This time tomorrow you’ll be everything you hate in me, only worse. I want you to suffer for this. ]]]

With my hands shaking, I threw my phone onto my car seat and sped home. What the hell did he mean by ‘everything you hate in me, only worse.’ I thought... and thought... saw the freckles I hadn’t seen in over a decade appear on my arm under the bright sun... and it hit me...

I’M TURNING INTO A REDHEAD! Not only a red head but also a grossly hung and perverted one. I started to think about what that meant. After a tug at my cock I resolved to take control before it was too late. 

I have to stop this! I tried calling, texting, everything to Phil but couldn’t get through. Did he block my number? I had no way of knowing. The one thing I was sure of was hiding the red until I could find Phil. 

“I’ll fight this. I won’t be some kind of redhead freak!” 

* * *

That night I sat in bed with my laptop researching ways to permanently rid red hair. There's tons of remedies, most are costly. I shut my laptop after an hour of reading because I knew Phil was crazy. Even if my hair changes color by some freak chance I don't have to be what Phil says I'll be...

Phil loved to let people cop glances of his waist line. Just in the three weeks we'd been dating before I cut ties he "stretched" quite a few times out in public. I hated him so much, now even more because he got inside my head about how I was cursed to be what I hate. Why would I not hate a big-dicked, always showing off, annoying redhead?

Anyway, I'd never be the type to yank down my pants in a mall bathroom like Phil might. That's just crazy! Hmm... I'm sure people would love to see some fire red hair but it's probably only cause it's so rare... Fuck! Why do I keep thinking about this?! It's just fuckin' hair. I was beginning to get angry at the blood filling my cock now. 

I took my pale arm and began to jerk myself off, but slowly. Like hell I would cum again to thoughts of redheads. I pulled up some porn and began browsing my favorite pics. It was nice to feel pleasure from my old favorite vids, those not including redheads. "See?" I can be normal without imagining reds... except...  

"What would a big redhead dick look like banging that ass instead of the normal one?" I shut my eyes over the thoughts. 

"Get over it man!" I yelled, angry now.

My cock felt like it was throbbing hard, and expanding more each second. My grip was getting tight, forcing me to widen it and change the way I held my dick. I swear I look 8-inches now. God, am I really 8-inches? I better be able to fit into my underwear cause I will not freeball like some perv! This has gotta be in my head!

If my dick is bigger than Phil's... the thought entered my mind. No way it is... but if Phil is seven inches... I look eight. I hate big dicks! It's gotta shrink! I don't want some big redhead. 

And the urge to cum arrived out of nowhere. I looked down to see more wiry, curly red hairs mix in to my bush. It definitely looked more red...

"Oh no! No No No!" 

Stop!!! Ughhhh! Cum, ugh make it stop! Ew! 

...And it's such a fucking mess, everywhere! My mind feels clear again but... I ran to the mirror and saw I'd fallen deeper into this curse. Smack in the middle of my nose and cheeks were schools of freckles. 

I must have blacked out because when I woke up eight hours later I was in my bed under my many covers. I threw them off but was greeted with red in the face. Some of my pubes even shed overnight, leaving a few bright red hairs littered on my sheets. "NO!" 

My head hurt so bad! I turned on my phone to a notification asking me to update my photo and so I snapped a pic only to see the result on the review screen... a legit redhead. 

"I'm.. A... REDHEAD!"

When I came-to the camera app was still waiting for me to confirm my updated profile picture. I posted it and felt intoxicated afterward. My heart was racing from the rush...

What if I take another? I wondered what an 'X' rated pic might invoke within me. I stood up and snapped a pic of my crotch, then posted it to one of my gay dating apps. At 100% upload progress I realized how gross it was to post such a photo and immediately removed it. I don't want to make people feel inadequate after they see my big fat redhead cock.

I began to wonder if people would really hate to see it or not though. I threw on some briefs but my dick just broke free of the seam so I directed it down my leg instead. 

I really needed to get to work so I dropped all the 'Phil' stress and ran into work where Frank was unhappy yet again. He had me waiting tables and the pizza shoppe was busy! I didn't even realize my pants had shrunk, and my shirt too. A little of my belly was showing, and I swear I didn't mean to forget trimming my pubes... why are they spilling over today of all days? 

5pm came around and my phone was lighting up from comments to my new profile pic. I didn't have time to deal with that because my last table full of hot twinks were giving me a ton of attention. I guess they really like the red. I could only assume it was my sexy red. 

Mmm I bet they want to see more...

I'll stretch and see if they look.

Holy shit they looked!

I want one of them to say something.