Beautiful

The limo came to a stop between a ritzy looking building with "Senorita's" in gold letters hanging above it's entry way. Machiko got out and happily strutted inside with Ikebukuro and Bisento close behind. 

"This here is Senorita's, the best place in town for a girl to get dolled up. Ikemen also pop in occasionally too," Machiko smiled. 

"'Ikemen'?" Ikebukuro asked. 

"Handsome men. Though I've actually got no interest in men romantically whatsoever." 

"Hmm? Then how-"

"Oh, I just went to a sperm bank for my kids. Mu sadly turned out to be lousy, but I guess that was the cost of making Yamane perfect."

"Ah, Mayor Mach. What brings you in?" a freckled girl with orange hair tied up in a ponytail asked. 

"I'm here for the usual beauty package. Oh, would you two like to get anything? They offer a wide variety of services in addition to hair care. Manicures, pedicures, facials, massages, anything strike your fancy?" Machiko asked as she turned to the elves. 

"As if I'd allow a human to freely-" 

"I'm down," Ikebukuro smiled as she slapped her hand over Bisento's mouth. 

"Oh, that sounds good. Kiki, put us next to each other and give me the tab for her too." 

"As you wish, right this way," the orange haired girl bowed as she led Machiko and Ikebukuro to two open salon chairs. 

"No issues starting with a wash, yes?" Kiki asked as she capped the two. 

Seeing no objection, Kiki and another stylist spun the two towards the sink and began washing their hair.  Blissful moans quickly emanated from the two, but more so from Ikebukuro. Never before had she experienced such a blissful and relaxing hair wash.  

As for Bisento, she just stood there watching. A look of dumbfounded disgust on her face. "Allowing yourself to succumb to the human's brainwashing. I'm going to kill every one if them here," she thought.

Little did she know Ikebukuro had drastic plans in mind that would bring her to her knees. 

"So the usual, huh? That means we gotta shave ya clean, right? Head, brows, lashes too this time?" Kiki asked. 

"That's my number, girlfriend," Machiko winked. 

"And just shaving or you wanna do more?"

"Hmm, you goaded me into doing my lashes too... Might as well wax me n' hit me with every other hair removal product in the arsenal."

Kiki let out a whistle. "That might actually keep you bald for good if we do that."

"And I'm saying I'm down for that," Machiko smiled as she crossed her legs. 

"As expected of a woman gutsy enough to always come here in jeans n' sneakers just to have her head shaved."

"Hey, I get a full-head facial and oiling too, don't I?"

"Was just about to ask that. Answer being yes, we'll begin as soon as we hear what your friend wants."

Ikebukuro's heart began thumping as she looked at herself in the mirror, then down at her sneakers, then back up at the mirror. A nervous smile on her face, she crossed her legs and turned to Kiki. "Match me with Machiko. 

The request stunned everybody. 

"Uh, you sure? I'm shaving Mach completely bald, er more like beyond bald. You've got hair down to your ankles, really nice hair. You really want to-"

"Yes, shave me beyond bald like Machiko."

Bisento's eyes widened in horror as she began to hyperventilate. "S- Sister. No, NO! YOU CAN'T- UGH!?" 

"Shut up," Ikebukuro telepathically snarled as she launched a telepathic attack on Bisento, knocking her out instantly. 

"Um, is she alright?" Kiki nervously asked.

"She'll be fine. Now, lets begin." 

Machiko narrowed her gaze as she noticed Ikebukuro's hand trembling. "You don't need to match me. Bald's not for every one."

"But I want to. I want to match with you."

"You won't be able to whip your hair around when rocking out."

Tears began to well up in Ikebukuro's eyes as she turned to Machiko and smiled. "You said rocking out bald was the most empowering feeling ever. I want to do that with you."

Machiko smiled and clutched Ikebukuro's hand. "Then we baldin' together. Hit it, Kiki!" 

Kiki and the other stylist nodded as they flicked on the clippers and held them to Machiko's and Ikebukuro's hairlines. Then came the first pass, and blue and white hair began tumbling to the ground.  There was no turning back now. 

Despite Ikebukuro's hair being far longer and more plentiful than Machiko's the stylist ended up making quick work of it, reducing it all to white stubble around the same time the last of Machiko's hair was buzzed off. 

"DAMN! It's all gone that fast? Welp, now we're finally twinning," Machiko grinned as hers and Ikebukuro's eyebrows were buzzed off. 

"Oh my... I can't believe this is happening... I... I've never had my hair this short before," Ikebukuro trembled, struggling to maintain her smile as tears oozed out of her eyes. 

"And we ain't even halfway done."

The stylists then began lathering Machiko's and Ikebukuro's heads and eyebrows with hot shaving cream, freezing Ikebukuro in place and overwhelming her with emotion.  "Wha- What is."

"Its to blissfully go where few women dare to go. Though in your case, you look pretty much the same before the cream came on," Machiko giggled. 

Ikebukuro couldn't help but let out a laugh. "But it feels so warm. And my hair was never this short."

Still holding hands, the two closed their eyes and relaxed as the stylists shaved them smooth. When they opened their eyes, both now had shiny bald heads and no trace that they ever had eyebrows. For Machiko, this was deja vu, but for Ikebukuro it was a hodgepodge of emotions. 

"I'm no warrior. I can't fight like the others can. I do have a brain though, so winning with intellect is how I roll. This may be hard for Bisento to comprehend, but no matter how radical my actions may be, I have not wavered one bit from my mission. I will conquer this town, even if I have to sacrifice my hair and dignity to do so," Ikebukuro thought as she tearfully smiled at herself in the mirror. 

Next up was another round of shaving cream, but this time faces were covered up too, leaving the two looking like snowballs, and giggling at the fact as they were shaved. Then it was time for the wax.

"Ew, this feels really gloopy," Ikebukuro tearfully smiled as the stylist began smearing wax over her head and face. 

"You're being strong. Don't worry, girl, we're gonna shine when this is over," Machiko smiled.

"And any final words before we seal your mouths?" Kiki asked. 

"Who says you gotta cover our- Mmph!" 

"Part of the makeover. Don't need you shouting obscenities while we pluck your eyelashes out. 

Ikebukuro and Machiko blinked before bursting into laughter.

"Mmph ngh mmph ngh [Look who's enjoying herself],"  Machiko giggled. 

"Mmph ngh mmph ngh mmph ngh ngh mmph mmph [Gotta stay strong for the love of my life]," Ikebukuro giggled back. 

The two then closed their eyes and leaned their heads back, allowing the stylists to pluck out their eyelashes. Once that was done, the wax was ripped off. 

"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Wish this stuff wasn't so painful," Machiko grimaced as stared at herself in the mirror. "OMG! I'm unrecognizable!" 

"Thought you said you did this... all the time," Ikebukuro blushed as she stared at Machiko. 

"Never had my eyelashes done, always chickened out. Hmm? Why you blushing?" 

Ikebukuro was used to sweet talking folks in order to lower their guard, however, for the first time, genuine feelings bubbled up within Ikebukuro as she stared Machiko in the face and said, "Beautiful." 

Machiko's jaw dropped as her cheeks went red. This was the first time anyone had ever truly complimented her beauty from the heart. Awkward silence ensured as the two were lathered with depilatory cream and shaved for the final time. Then came a relaxing full head and face facial before a final head and face oil massage. 

"And you're done. So shall I pronounce you wife and wife?" Kiki grumbled as she uncapped the two. 

Ikebukuro and Machiko turned to each other, their faces still flush red, and smiled. 

"That's the first time anyone's ever complimented me like that! Ikebukuro, you're really gonna make me fall for you with sweet talk like that," Machiko laughed. 

"I've already fallen for you," Ikebukuro warmly smiled as she stroked her now smooth and shiny bald head. 

A warm smile formed on Machiko's face as she closed her eyes and puckered up her lips. Ikebukuro accepted and leaned in close, closing her eyes as she kissed Machiko on the lips. For the first time ever, Ikebukuro had fallen in love, with her drive to take over the town significantly weakened.