Mimoko's smooth makeover

"My, you do look good like this, but sadly, you're not permitted to keep it. Remember that castling checkmate bet you made? Well as punishment for losing..."

Bzz!

Mimoko let out a muffled yelp as Sorcha brandished hair clippers before her.

"Yup, everything's gotta go," Sorcha giggled as she tilted Mimoko's head back. 

"MMMPH [NOOO]!" Mimoko cried as the clippers plunged into her hair, sending orange curls plummeting to the ground. 

Sorcha made sure to buzz her as short as possible before setting the clippers down and continuing the buzz with a foil shaver. "This helps smoothen your head a bit before the REAL shave begins," she giggled.

All Mimoko could do was sit and watch her head become balder and balder. While she was naturally upset, she did keep her composure in check, that was until Sorcha began lathering her head in shaving cream and then pressed a hot steamy towel down on her head as well. The sensation elicited a blissful muffled moan from Mimoko as Sorcha giggled and removed the towel before shaving her with a razor.

Mimoko blushed as she watched herself get shaved in the mirror. "Ugh, this feels so weird, and looks humiliating too. And she's filming the whole thing too. Ugh, my social life is done," she dejectedly thought.

A few minutes later, the last of the shaving cream was scraped away.

"Ara, ara. You certainly have a nice head shape. You pull off the bald look quite sexily," Sorcha smiled as she placed her hand on Mimoko's now smooth bald head.

Mimoko blushed at the sensation, but even she had to admit, she pulled off the look quite well. The fact that her eyebrows were still orange bothered her a bit, but nonetheless she felt she could live with this. However, her makeover was still far from over.

Mimoko let out a confused muffled grunt as Sorcha once again lathered up her head with shaving cream.

"Ara, ara. You didn't think I'd just shave your head, did you? I'll have you know that when it comes to baldness, I'm a hardcore bald fetishist that believes ALL hair down to the follicle needs to go," Sorcha smiled as she grabbed the foil shaver and buzzed off Mimoko's eyebrows.

She then smeared shaving cream over them and shaved them, causing Mimoko to let out a muffled protest as she stared at her browless reflection in the mirror. "UGH! I'm gonna look even weirder now!" she thought as Sorcha began lathering up her face, leaving nothing but her eyes uncovered by the shaving cream.

"Ara, ara. I should give you a shave fit for a queen," Sorcha giggled as she removed the cape from Mimoko, tilted the chair back, and pressed a button, loosening Mimoko's restraints to the point where she could stretch her arms and legs out.

However, the purpose of this was so that Sorcha could lather all the exposed skin on Mimoko's arms and legs. Once the lathering was done, Mimoko was tilted down so she could see her creamy encased self in the mirror.

Her face went red with embarrassment, causing the cream on her face to turn a light pink. Yet she was soon subject to a new sensation, as Sorcha tilted her seat back, and began shaving her legs. From the ends of her black slip shorts to the tops of her white sneakers, the razor glided over her already divinely smooth legs. Next was the arms and armpits, which like her legs, were already smooth. Then it was everything from the neck up.

Sorcha started from the neck, the worked her way up to the face, and finally the head. While the razor glided seamlessly over her neck and face, her head gave a little resistance as while it was smooth, it hadn't been subject to the hair removal treatment the rest of Mimoko's body had long since gotten. At least, not yet anyway.

As Mimoko was sat up, she let out a muffled gasp as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was now completely bald and browless, giving her more of an alien look. But despite that, she still somewhat felt she pulled off the look well.

Naturally, her makeover was far from over as much to her horror, Sorcha began encasing her head, face, and all exposed skin in hot wax. Her mouth was also covered up, but since her lips were already sealed tight, it didn't matter much. But what did matter was the fact that Sorcha suddenly tilted her head back with tweezers in hand.

"Now, while the wax hardens, let's pluck out all those long luscious eyelashes of yours."

Mimoko let out a series of muffled grunts as all her eyelashes were plucked out. Once that was done, Sorcha sat her back up, causing her to let out a horrified muffled gasp as she stared at herself in the mirror. While she was still encased in wax, she was able to see how odd her eyes looked without eyelashes, causing her to dread what she'd look like once the makeover was complete. Sorcha then smeared some wax over her eyes and waited a minute before ripping the wax off, starting with the legs.

Much to Sorcha's surprise, the wax essentially peeled off. A testament to how divinely smooth Mimoko's skin truly was. This continued until she reached the head. There, Mimoko began to grunt in pain as the wax took a bit more effort to yank off, likely due to the fact that hair follicles still existed on her head.

As Mimoko winced in pain, she noticed that the mirror had now been covered up by a curtain, preventing her from seeing how she looked.

"Don't worry, I just want to save the reveal for when the makeover's complete. But don't worry, every second from every angle is being filmed, so just look up everything on my Ewetube channel, SmoothasGlas777, once this is over," Sorcha giggled as she began applying a burning depilatory cream all over Mimoko's head and face.

Mimoko let out a muffled scream and began to tear up as she realized this meant she'd never have hair again.

"Ara, don;t cry. You'll smear the makeup," Sorcha smiled as she smeared the cream over Mimoko's eyes, intensifying her muffled screams.

She then spread the cream over the rest of Mimoko's exposed skin, yet the only place a sizzling sound could be heard from was atop Mimoko's head. The experience was hell for Mimoko as not only did the cream burn, it was permanently destroying all her hair follicles. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the cream was all scrapped off. Mimoko's skin burned like hell, yet that didn't deter Sorcha from grabbing the salons laser and ensuring Mimoko would truly remain bald forever.

Once that was done, relief came to Mimoko's skin in the form of being encased in beauty cream. The sensation was so soothing, Mimoko was unable to contain the loud muffled blissful moan she made. Once 15 minutes passed, the cream was peeled off, and an even more soothing body oil was applied to Mimoko's head, face and exposed skin. This both soothed her skin and made it shine brighter.

Finally, after a soothing oil massage, the makeover was complete. As the curtain was pulled back, Mimoko teared up and let out a loud muffled scream as she stared at herself. Now there was no other way of slicing it; she looked way too weird. While she could tolerate being bald and browless, now being lashless on top of that made her completely unrecognizable.

Sorcha seemed amused though and gently applied a solution to a cloth before wiping Mimoko's lips with it.

"And now your lips are unsealed. How do you like your new do?"

"W- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?" Mimoko cried as tears began to flood down her face.

Sorcha simply smiled and wiped away all the smeared makeup before clamping her hands down on Mimoko's smooth shiny bald head. "Brought you to the realm of peak femininity, that's what," she whispered softly in Mimoko's left ear. 

The sudden sensation was too much, and Mimoko let loose a loud unrestrained moan, turning her face red with embarrassment. This was complete humiliation for Mimoko, yet deep down, she was completely aroused. 

"Sm- Smooth me... I wanna be smoothed," Mimoko trembled, cheeks flush red. 

A malicious smile spread across Sorcha's face as she grabbed the body oil and unscrewed the safety cap, leading to a torrent of body oil falling atop Mimoko. It completely drenched her, and soaked into her skin, clothes, and sneakers, eliciting more load moans from her mouth. 

"Ara, ara. What an awakening. But, you should keep the noise down," Sorcha giggled as she held a gag ball before her. "Ahh."

Mimoko obediently complied and opened her mouth, allowing Sorcha to gag her. "Why? Why am I succumbing to this? I don't mind the bald... The bald... But the gag ball..."

"And now, the salon is yours," Sorcha smiled as she undid Mimoko's restraints and handed her a white robe. 

"Mmph ngh mmph ngh ngh  [What about the gag ball]?" Mimoko groaned. 

"Sorry, the key stays with me. Gotta keep you from running off somehow. Oh! ...It seems maybe I failed to close the window and curtains"

Tears welled up in Mimoko's eyes as she spun towards the window, yet they were soon extinguished with pure rage when she saw just who it was staring smugly at the window with phones in hand. "MMPH NGH MMPH NGH MMPH NHG MMPH NGH [AND JUST HOW LONG WERE YOU TWO STANDING THERE]!?" she shouted at Iori and Carol. 

"Uh, we just heard a moan and came running," Iori lied. 

"Yeah, didn't see the poodle perm," Carol whistled. 

"MMPH NGH MMPH [YOU BLATANT LIARS]!" 

"Seems sexy time is over. Now, time to be ruthless. A shame you freed your friend, since now I'll be sending her straight back to prison," Sorcha scowled.

"And I'll be taking care of you," Medeucesa grumbled. 

"WAAAH! WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE!?" Iori and Carol cried as they spun around behind them. 

"I uh... just got here. Didn't see any erotic shaving. Nope, nuh-uh."

"MMPH NGH MMPH [YOU'RE ALL TERRIBLE]!" 

Two arbiter squads appeared and respectively surrounded Sorcha and Carol and Iori and Medeucesa. 

"Seems like you've got a chance at revenge, Carol. And since you're playing as White, no Irish Gambit for me," Sorcha frowned. 

"Easiest revenge ever!" Carol grinned as she opened by moving her pawn to d4.

Sorcha moved her pawn to d5, but scowled as Carol moved her knight to f3. "You're going for a Jobava London, yes?"

Carol blinked for a few seconds before confirming that yes she was, as she saw a video about how good the opening was.

A smirk appeared on Sorcha's face as she reached for her pawn. Síos leis an Londain [Down with the London]," she smiled as she slammed said pawn down on c5.

Mimoko let out a muffled groan as she recognized the play. "The Queen's Pawn Opening: Chigorin, Irish Gambit. Dammit. This might be a bit much for Carol-chan. Unlike the standard Irish Gambit, this one's actually decent," she thought.