I waxed a girl bald

As far as I can remember, I was raised single by my mom. She says I never had a father, but I don't know if that's true or just another facade. What do I mean? Bitch is a politician, the worst kind.

"Noraline, I'm running for congress. Since the district leans this way, I want you to act in the following manner at school" was a common punchline I heard daily. My stupid kid self didn't second guess, even agreed to it with a smile. But then, it became too tedious.

"Noraline, the populace prefers one who sticks to a vegan diet, it would create an opening if you were to not join me in the lifestyle."

"Noraline, veganism has grown out of favor with the populace, pop a steak in your mouth."

"Noraline, that kid who invited you to his party comes from a country that the populace despises, do not associate with him."

"Noraline, the populace now deems that country to be one of the hallmarks of humanity, make sure to say how great it is at school everyday approximately every 30 minutes or so."

"Noraline, play this game. It was made by an activist whose views are positively perceived by the populace."

"Noraline, stop playing that game. It was made in a country that just polluted the ocean."

"Noraline..."

"Noraline..."

AH! Fucking bitch is obsessed with trying to "appeal" so much she fucks up my life! I have no idea if she supports or ever supported the stuff she spouts, but you wanna hear the real irony? When I finally snapped and started rebelling, you know what she did!?

"In regards to my daughter, I'm sad to inform the populace she's been radicalized by the internet. A cautionary tale, don't let your children end up degenerates like mine."

And just like that, I was disowned, and now the only constant in her skin-shedding career is bashing me. But wait, there's more. Whenever I'm on camera, my mind's racing, thinking of how I should react in order to capitalize on views and likes. That's exactly how her mind works! Really sick stuff; I'm now what I hate so much.

Going into this, I prepared myself for a tear fest, because that's exactly the shit that garners views. But now... NOW... I'm actually fucking speechless. Trauma's now staring me right back in the mirror, a reflection I never hoped to see ever again. I hate her... I HATE HER!

"Shave it... SHAVE IT ALL OFF MY FUCKING HEAD!"

The barber bitch grinned at me. "As you wish ma'am, however... my clippers aren't working right. I could remove all your hair via other means, but it would be rather... painful." 

I could feel my face scrunching up in frustration. "Do it... I want this shit gone. I'll pay whatever."

Remember how I said I made the biggest mistake of my life just a little while ago? That just got overruled.

Whipping out a bottle of green stuff from her coat, the barber bitch began pouring whatever the hell it was all over my hair, completely encasing it in the stuff. Next were my eyebrows and then...

"Now just sit there like a good girl for a bit."

More... fucking... WAITING!?

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? I'VE BEEN STUCK WAITING- MMPH!?"

"Shhh. We don't want a crowd coming, do we?" the barber bitch cooed as she wrapped her hand around my mouth.

Then slowly, she maneuvered her other hand over to the green glob covering my left eyebrow before... 

Rip!

"MMMMMMPH!"

"See, the wax can be VERY painful. Now, let's see how quiet you'll be with the other brow," the barber bitch sneered as she freed my mouth and took hold of the green glob covering my right eyebrow.

Rip!

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!"

FUCKING HELL! I've never waxed my brows before, so I had no idea, but FUCK THAT HURT!

"My, seems I'll need to glob over that mouth of yours after all," the barber bitch frowned.

"Um, how bout- Mmph!?"

"No, if you scream that much over just your eyebrows, I fear for my glass windows and doors when I wax your hair off."

Huh? ...Wax my... Oh fuck, if future me were here narrating this shit, she'd say, "And then I realized how fucked I was."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

(;_;)(;_;)(;_;)

I sat dazed in pain as my head was smothered in shaving cream. That evil bitch really went and waxed me to bald, and then has the gall to say I'm not even done yet!

"My head, my fucking head. It hurts," I groaned and grimaced as the razor made contact with my sore head.

"You did request hair removal no matter the cost, so I opted for wax as the depilatory cream might've been too painful," the barber bitch frowned.

Oh wax is less painful than depilatory cream, huh! Not like I could retort though. My head was screaming. I needed relief, any kind of relief.

"Please... make my head feel better," I trembled.

I was too dazed to see just how malevolent that barber bitch's smile was when I said those words. Next thing I knew, oils n' lotions were being smothered all over my head and face. They reacted instantly with my head, bringing forth a sensation... a fucking sensation... that just felt too good. I moaned... I fucking moaned. Could feel the tears coming out of my eyes too. She got me... Fuck, I hate being submissive, but this barber bitch... This barber bitch... She played me so good.

...

Look at little Mintbitch. She came in here looking to claim victory, yet I'm the one who completely dominated. Ah, guess her real name is Nono, but Mintbitch- No, Nono it is since she can't really be called "Mintbitch" now that all that minty green hair has been dyed and waxed clean off her scalp. Poor Sumire won't be able to use her for reference, unless she wants to lose the bet that is.

Eventually, I finished up with Nono, and uncapped her. The confident minty-haired girl was now trembling and hairless.

"Your phone, ma'am," I smiled as I handed Nono her phone.

Her dejection seemed to worsen a tad as fresh tears began to ooze out of her eyes. "Couldn't even record this... Fuck... Maybe, it's for the best," she mumbled.

"'Record'? I've been doing that this whole time," I snickered as I moved some of the bottles on the counter aside to reveal my phone behind them.

Nono's eyes widened like a dog's does when you have a treat in hand. And just like said dog, followed the "treat" when I waved it to and fro in my hand.

"Check the salon's official Viewtube page. Your makeover is there. Not the whole thing as I didn't bother recording while you were just sitting there under the beauty cream, but everything from the haircutting to finish should be there."

Nono began tapping on her screen faster than light, more tears oozing down her face as she stared at the video. "It's here... Pft, you fucking got me good! Alright, complete victory for you," she laughed as she wiped away her tears.

All according to plan. I'm not heartless to the point where I'd deprive this girl of having herself humiliated before the internet, but I did want to teach her a little lesson. Seems it paid off in spades as I'm sensing nothing but unwavering gratitude from her. 

"Um... Nono, must I keep waiting on you?" Sumire frowned as she sat anxiously in the waiting area.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, how much? I'm paying today."

"Hmm, I think on account of the wax, I'll reduce the price of your makeover to just $7 like your friend, so $14 in total, plus tax of course," I shrugged.

Nono nodded and paid upfront before heading out with Sumire. Her smile at the end was different from how it was when she first arrived. If I had to be more specific, I'd say it was less forced, more natural. Did I end up improving her mood? Well, guess that's fine. A happy customer is the best kind of customer. Wonder what it was though. The soothing treatment? Maybe, but that was a one-time thing. Doubt I'll be seeing her outside of Viewtube again.

...

The next day, Sumire returned as usual, but Nono had also come back.

"Uh... No clue what your name is, but that moaning state you put me in, yeah, it got me enchanted. That and recording in secret, you shaved my heartstrings bald. Marry me and smother me like you did yesterday everyday from now on," Nono blushed.

Both Sumire and I gaped in shock. "HUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!?"