Mini honeymoon

As Bisento came to her senses, she nearly lost them again just as quickly as she saw a bald Ikebukuro and Machiko kissing each other on the lips. "No... Sister... What are you doing? You've never had to go this far for an infiltration mission. Please... PLEASE! THIS CAN'T BE REAL!" she telepathically screamed. 

To her greater horror, Ikebukuro refused to respond even telepathically, her mind fully focused on locking lips with Machiko. 

"And think that's been enough kissing, newlyweds," Kiki grumbled as she began to push the two apart. "Now before I tab ya, gotta ask if you want fake eyelashes."

"Why? We shaved everything off, so why wouldn't we sport the look?" Machiko pouted.

"Look at you getting all cutesy. It's more of a liability thing for us since eyelashes actually protect you from getting small particles of... stuff in your eyes. Our fake eyelashes are high-quality and lust stick on your eyelids, and if you don't like em or want to show off your smoothness, just peel em off. They can be reapplied too." 

"Guess we'll take some sets then."

"In that case, I'll fashion them to look like how your natural eyelashes looked." 

Once the two were alone, Ikebukuro smiled at her bald self in the mirror. "This feels and looks so weird... and sexy. Though I do think I look better with eyelashes, but you, you look fierce and sexy without them. Must be your naturally fierce eyes."

"You did have some really cute eyelashes, way cuter than mine," Machiko laughed. 

"Yeah, but having them plucked out to match my wife was cuter," Ikebukuro giggled as she began rubbing her head against Machiko's. 

"This really is the happiest I've ever been, and to think it's all thanks to this town going to another world... So, wanna become an official couple for realsies?"

"We aren't already?"

"We gotta sign some papers then- Hmm, guess since it's just our city here, I'm the highest authority. Well, might as well do it for traditions sake."

"All you do is sign papers to get married? What about the ceremony?"

"We can do that any time. The papers are the only official thing we gotta do. Though much as I hate to admit it, all this talk about papers and process reminded me that now that it's just our town here in this new world, I've got both less and more work to do as mayor." 

"Want me to help?" 

"If you want to and there stuff you can do, by all means. Partners are supposed to support each other after all." 

Ikebukuro couldn't help but warmly smile. "I've never met a human like Machiko. I first thought she was just a typical noble, but the more time we spent together, the more she loosened up and revealed her true beauty within. It's funny. I'm on the verge of officially becoming her wife, gaining control of the town outright through marriage, yet all I can think of is snuggling and smiling with Machiko. Perhaps true love has bewitched me. Well, I'm bald anyway, so if the tribe has any complaints, I can say I'm already a traitor," she happily thought.

The only problem was that Bisento would never accept this. Stepping outside to vomit, she glared and stared at some of the tallest buildings in the city. "My sister has fallen. I have to resurrect her, but I don't know how. Perhaps, it's time to make a retreat to regroup. Sister, don't worry, I'll save you from the vile spell that whore cast upon you," she thought as she began zipping through the air, heading towards the southern exit of town. 

Back in the salon, Machiko and Ikebukuro continued to flirt and gawk at their smooth new looks. 

"You know, I just realized that makeover could've counted as our wedding ceremony. Know what that means?" Machiko laughed. 

"What does it mean?" Ikebukuro giggled. 

"It means I wore the pants. Look, you're in a dress, I'm in pure jeans." 

"So you're saying that you two attended your wedding ceremony in denim and sneakers?" Kiki grumbled as she returned. 

"And what's wrong with that? Sneakers are girlier than the world gives em credit for. I mean, doesn't the sight of a girl in sneakers just radiate cute, sexy, n' badass?"

"Perhaps in your opinion. I prefer flip-flops myself. Now you two ready to pay? We're a salon not a love hotel." 

"Ever the sourpuss. You'll find love one day." 

"I'm asexual."

"So? Asexual folks can still form romantic relationships with people. Though perhaps we got a bit too intimate with each other so apologies for that."

"... Just pay and leave," Kiki blushed. 

Once the tab was paid, Ikebukuro and Machiko stepped outside, letting loose girlie squeals as their bald heads were exposed to the elements. 

"Kyaah! It feelz so soothy," Ikebukuro blissfully moaned. 

"Itz never felt dis good before. Muzt be the  power of love," Machiko blissfully moaned as well. 

The two returned to normal after getting back in the limo, though continued to playfully flirt with each other on the drive to city hall. 

"Sorry about the farm, but I figure we might as well stop by here first both for the marriage certificate and to see how bad the workload is," Machiko nodded as the limo pulled up to city hall.

"I don't mind at all. In fact, learning the ways of governance for this city excites me even more," Ikebukuro smiled. 

"You really are my type. I love a girl that gets excited over learning. Oh, that reminds me. Now that we're a thing, we should call ourselves by our first names or cute nicknames. Honey n' honey's good too."

""Savior" not good enough?" 

"You're more than my savior now. You're the love of my life. Ah, guess that means you'll now be Mu n' Yamane's mom too." 

Ikebukuro let out a cute giggle. "Oh my, I'm already married with kids. Talk about a dream come true."

"Guess that means we gotta enjoy the honeymoon before it's back to babysitting," Machiko grinned as she walked over to a storage cabinet and pulled out two electric guitars. 

"You even keep guitars here at work?" 

"How else we supposed to jam after our empowering makeover?" 

"But where are the speakers?"

Machiko smirked and kicked over her desk, revealing two speakers beneath. 

"Now that... was metal," Ikebukuro smiled as she plugged her guitar into the speaker. 

"The other tenants hate it, but once we start strumming, they can't come near until we stop."

The two then began playing and swinging their heads around. Though her long hair was completely gone, Ikebukuro's bald state gave her more aerodynamicness, allowing her more unrestrained movement while headbanging. 

"THIS FEELS AMAZING!" 

"I know! Long hair may be stylish to whip around, but it's nothing but a chain to keep you from going all out. That's why it's so empowering to jam bald, there ain't nothing to chain you back from rocking out!" 

A smile of pure joy and happiness spread on Ikebukuro's face. "Empowering and unchained... The complete opposite of the elven view on baldness... If Machiko's city is one where I can be free of my tribe, free of the worries of having to conquer, free of fear for my life, then it is not a city that should be conquered, but one that should be protected and celebrated. Bisento, everyone, sorry, but this time, I'm really defecting. I'm way too happy to ever think of manipulating or conquering anyone ever again," she thought. 

...

Overlooking fields of grass, produce, and grazing cows on the eastern edge of town, Muki gritted her teeth in disgust as she stared at her tablet. "You can't be fucking serious... That fucking bag got seduced by the elf!?" 

"Huh? Whatcha "deucing" about?" an elderly old man called out. 

"Nothing. Just saw some shit I didn't like online. So tell me, how's the quality of the farm been ever since the town came to this world?"