Emeri's blissful makeover

Mimoko angrily moaned as she struggled to no avail to break free from her restraints.

"Ah, why so feisty? You're getting deluxe treatment thanks to your valuable status!" Melinda sneered as she gave a giant wheel a big spin.

Mimoko moaned in discomfort as she found herself spinning round and round. Not only was she restrained to this wheel, but thanks to the duct tape over her mouth, she couldn't vomit properly, making the experience truly hellish.

"Why did Iori-chan bring me here!? I never should have come to this stupid convention! I want to go home!" Mimoko thought as she struggled to avoid vomiting.

"Well she's certainly a fine specimen. Girlie, twintails, and sexy drip. She'd make a great apostle," a woman in the crowd thought.

Unbeknownst to Emeri, Mimoko had been imprisoned publicly, and been designated as a prize for the various guests currently on the ship. Winning her naturally wouldn't be easy, but now that some had begun to take interest in Mimoko, saving her would become much harder as Emeri had yet to even gain enough money to even ante up in the game, let alone enter the casino proper.

...

Emeri scowled as she stared at the counter. "'Will give money out for female hair'... Sick bitch, but this ironically works out for me. Now I just need a razor and lots of milk," she thought.

To make matters more convoluted, not only was there a vending machine loaded with milk, but also a hair salon nearby. At a glance, this would seem lucky, but in reality, it signified Melinda had been deliberate in her setup, meaning she had Emeri's moves in the palm of her hand.

"This means I can't just shave and regrow my hair. Hmm, this feels like a puzzle..."

From her phone, Melinda watched Emeri via the security cam footage. "It's been a year, Emeri, but surely you haven't forgotten how I roll. You've got a few options before you, but only one can lead to the best outcome. Now, will you botch this as badly as you botched the game in Athens?"

Emeri turned and noticed the security camera nestled in the corner. "Lovely, I'm being watched. In that case, no time to dawdle."

Emeri headed over to the vending machine and bought as much milk as she could. Upon chugging it all, her hair grew to the point where it was now dragging along the ground. She then made her way into the salon where she was greeted by a completely hairless woman garbed in a green t-shirt, gold skintight capri jeans, and white sneakers.

"Hello, lass. What we doing for ya?" she asked in English, a slight Irish accent present in her speech.

"I want to shave off all this hair," Emeri replied in English with a smile.

"Perfect! But I'll be subjecting ya to THE bald makeover. Head shaved, eyebrows shave, eyelashes plucked, hot wax, depilatory cream, laser, oh, and I cover your face too and include it in the service along with a facial and oiling."

"Sounds sexy. I'm down," Emeri grinned, forcing herself not to recoil in horror and risk the plan falling apart.

The stylist nodded and motioned towards a seat. Emeri sat down and was caped with a clear cape before being spun around toward the sink.

"First, I'm washing your hair."

Emeri tensed up, but quickly fell into bliss as her hair was gently washed. The bliss period was so effective, Emeri didn't feel any angst at all even when the stylist began shearing her hair. By the time it all buzzed off and Emeri found her head and eyebrows lathered in shaving cream, her cheeks were blushing.

"Wow, am I really enjoying this? I've always hated being shaved, but never has the process been so blissful," she thought as the stylist tilted her head back.

Within minutes, Emeri was bald and bowless, but still far from done.

"Have you ever shaved before?" the stylist asked as she lathered Emeri's head up once more.

"Yes, but never has it felt so good," Emeri cooed.

"Ara, you defaulted back to Japanese. Well no worries, I'm quite fluent in it," the stylist giggled.

Hearing that immediately snapped Emeri out of bliss, a sense of dread overtaking her.

"That's a nice face. Mimoko had a similar expression down to the blushing."

"Mimoko? The- Mmph!?"

"Shhh. Emeri-chan, your makeover's far from over," the stylist smiled as she trapped Emeri's mouth beneath a layer of shaving cream.

Tilting Emeri's head back with a sharp razor blade in hand, the stylist gazed down at Emeri's now fearful eyes. "No need to be afraid. Mimoko's good friends with me. Though I guess Iori and Carol are the ones I mesh better with."

"Mmph?"

"Ah, allow me to properly introduce myself. I'm a new beauty Ewetuber specializing in ferrying women to the blissful realm of bald, SmoothasGlas69, though my real name is Sorcha. Feel free to call me either once you can talk again."

Emeri began to relax ever so slightly, but still kept her guard up. Though once the shaving was complete, Emeri took the chance she had to ask her question.

"How do you know Iori-chan?"

Sorcha smiled, but refused to answer immediately as she began lathering Emeri's head and face with wax, sealing her mouth before she could try to ask again. Leaning Emeri's head back with tweezers in hand, Sorcha merely smiled warmly without saying a word as she began plucking out Emeri's eyelashes.

When that was done, Sorcha finally opened up more as she covered Emeri's eyes with wax. "I first met them a few weeks ago, actually. Back then, I myself still had hair, but after shaving Mimoko as bald as I'm about to make you, I myself was subjected to the same makeover by Iori and Carol. Both were bald at the time too, and since I had lost a game, I had no choice but to be subjected to the punishment. But I actually enjoyed it, even awakened a bald fetish within myself. And as such, I'm bald for life now," she smiled as she ripped all the wax off Emeri's head and face.

"Ita! So basically, you're enamored by them because they dominated you?" Emeri scowled, wincing in pain.

"No, it was actually what happened immediately after what truly blossomed friendship between us," Sorcha smiled as she began lathering Emeri's head and face in depilatory cream. "You see, my family situation is complicated, or I guess it was. Well shortly after I was shaved, my father arrived to try and drag me back home to Ireland with him. Mierchertach Glas, the Taoiseach of Ireland until just a few weeks ago. Heard of him?"

Emeri's eye began to widen. "Then that means- Mmph!?"

"Yes, I was the daughter of the corrupt Taoiseach. But as I was about to be dragged back, Iori and co returned and fought my father. They didn't need to do so, but by doing so, they saved me. I'm forever grateful for that. So make sure you save Mimoko, agent Emeri."

Emeri let out a muffled sigh and closed her eyes, allowing Sorcha to gently coat them with depilatory cream. When the cream was scraped off, Emeri gave her proper response.

"I'll save her, but not for your sake."

Sorcha smiled and began encasing Emeri's head, face, mouth, and eyes in beauty cream. Once that was done, all that remained was the oil massage.

"So, how does it feel?" Sorcha whispered as she gently clamped her hand down on Emeri's freshly oiled smooth bald head.

The sensation caused an aroused moan to escape Emeri's lips resulting in subsequent embarrassed blushing. "Ngh, I- I've never been shaved THIS smooth before, nor ever so gently... I still hate it. I look even more freakish now that my eyelashes are gone along with my hair and eyebrows," she trembled.

"Then how about a little makeup, though I don't think such a naturally beautiful face needs much."

"I may not wear makeup all the time, but I'm girlie to the core and enjoy my spa days when I get them. If it's complimentary, I won't complain."

Sorcha smiled and tilted Emeri's head back, applying makeup and eyeshadow before finishing up with some lipstick the same crimson red color as Emeri's sneakers.

"All done, now save the world, agent peak femininity."

"'Peak'?"

"Ever hear of Mizuse Niimi?"

"Yes, but I don't agree with her that bald is peak femininity."

"Not yet anyway."

Emeri frowned, but smiled and let out a sigh as she got up and rubbed her head. "No, I've got too much trauma associated with the bald look. But for now, I'll rock it since a cute girl like me should naturally rock a look she's given."

"Good mentality. Now don't forget your hair," Sorcha smiled as she handed bags of hair to Emeri.