The girl with the olo eyes

At a certain college in Tokyo...

My name is Olo, Agent Olo. I'd love to have a normal name, but nothing about me is normal despite how hard I try to be normal. Why I'm called "Olo"? Check out my hair n' eyes, my sneakers n' stripes on my black jumpsuit too. All are the color, olo. Never heard of it? It was some recently discovered shit that you can only see by lasering your eye, or by visiting... one of those places...

And me? I never knew my hair n' eyes were some fantasy color until that bitch came up and kidnapped me into her crew. Oh, and speak of the bitch, here she comes now to ruin the college experience I'm trying so desperately to embrace.

"Olo, Olo! Come and help me with my research, why don't you," the beautiful woman before me snickered as she stroked her long silky blonde hair.

"No-"

Slam!

I let out a pathetic shriek as a snazzy navy blue sneaker with a smooth silky leg attached to it slammed down on the table.

"Ah, saying "yes" in your native language. Very cheeky. Now, are you fed or shall I have to pick up some sustenance as we head out?" the woman smiled.

For the uneducated, this might seem like a dream come true. A hot busty woman with long blonde hair was inviting you to come do research with her by slamming her foot down on the table and giving you an up-close view of her divinely smooth leg. Perfect, except this woman is Jean-Marie Rasage, a professor here who researches... the paranormal. In other words, a mentally unstable lunatic!

"Olo-lolo, did you hear me? I require your assistance. Oh, or do you wish to assist me by providing me some more DNA?" Jean-Marie menacingly smiled as she pulled out a pair of hair clippers from her cleavage.

"NO! NO! NOT THE RAZOR! I DON'T WANNA BE SHAVED AGAIN!" I cried as I tumbled out of my seat and scurried away as fast as I could.

I didn't go too far as the wall was closer than I thought it was, and with bookshelves to either side of me, there was no escape from the sadistic heretic before me.

"Hmm, need a view of the other leg? Oh, and since I'm in a skirt, you'll get extra," Jean-Marie snickered as she slammed her sneaker into the wall, giving me a much closer view than before of her silky smooth leg, and this time, the thigh aligned with the angle along with the p- The p-

"Look at you looking up a woman's skirt, pervert. I believe I'm owed something in return for gracing you with such a pleasure," Jean-Marie smiled as she lowered her leg.

"We're both women-"

"HOW SEXIST! Are you saying women can't be charged for sexually harassing other women? I'll have you know that a woman most certainly can and will be charged with that if guilty of the crime, and as punishment, hmm... I think I'll demand that you simply be cuffed up, gagged, and shaved clean before the whole college."

My eyes bulged in horror as my heart began to thump madly. She had successfully triggered my PTSD, ensuring complete compliance.

The incident in question happened just one day ago, in earth time that is. Sick of being worked like a mule, I finally stood up for myself and tried to rebel against Jean-Marie's whims. Her response? Strapped me to a chair, slapped some tape over my mouth, and gleefully shaved all my hair off. Demon didn't even spare eyebrows or eyelashes, and worse, kept me shaved for what felt like weeks, before finally letting me regrow my hair, which took... so... long...

And when I found myself back in normal society, suddenly I had become a paranoid wreck out of the blue. The only grace was that it was a pocket dimension I was confined in, so nobody except the bitch herself saw me as a hairless freak. But regardless of if she'd shave me there, here, or wherever, I DON'T EVER WANNA BE BALD AGAIN, DAMMIT!

"I'll come," I trembled.

A devilish smile lit up across Jean-Marie's face. "Magnifique! We'll head out right this second!"

...

Reaching the parking garage, we made our way to Jean-Marie's square-shaped sedan. Standing by was a grinning girl with long black hair clad in a pink long-sleeved shirt, rolled-up capri jeans, and white sneakers. Sadly, this was someone I knew; my hyperactive roommate, Emi.

"OLOLOLO! LIKE, I LOVE HOW YOU'RE NOW, "OLO", SINCE LIKE, IT TOTES RHYMES WITH "LOL", AND LIKE, LOL IS-"

"AHEM! Emi, your sweet voice is a joy on the ears to hear, but do tone down the volume. I have duct tape with your name-"

"YOU DO!? TOTES THANKS!" Emi grinned as she held her hands out.

Jean-Marie angrily smiled back and slapped some tape over Emi's mouth. "Now no taking that off until we get there."

"MMPH! MMPH!" Emi saluted.

How the mighty have fallen. Emi used to be a prefect back in high school, but the moment she got into college, girl let loose and pawned off all her brain cells for "PARTY TIME". I guess maybe she finally wanted to let loose after years of being a scowling stickler for the rules.

Strapped into the passenger's seat, I could only feel dread as Jean-Marie sped off to who knows where. How much did it take her to bribe the officials for a damn license, huh? We're going vertical, VERTICAL! Yet somehow we're still in one piece.

"Don't look so queasy now. I sense you're about to throw up, I'll tape your mouth shut," Jean-Marie giggled as she took a sharp left turn.

This woman is a demon.

I don't know how long it lasted, only that eventually, we came to a stop. My senses were so disoriented from the "drive" I couldn't make out anything clearly aside from the the bird chirps and lack of other sounds. Were we in nature?

"Hmm, young lady, does mommy need to shave all your hair off again to help you get reoriented with your surroundings again?" Jean-Marie sneered as she flicked on the clippers.

"NO MA'AM! NO MA'AM! I'M FINE! I'M FINE!" I cried.

"Mmm, good. Then start walking with me, and don't try anything funny. Otherwise... BZZZ! SWOOSH! SWISH! RUB! C-LEAN!"

I'm being held hostage at razor-point, er, clipper-point, if we want to get technical. I hate my trauma.

"Oooo, those for shaving heads? I wanna shave my head! I WANNA SHAVE MY HEAD!" Emi giddily squealed as she bounced up and down.

"After the mission, sweetie," Jean-Marie snickered, much to Emi's delight.

Eventually, we reached a grove of trees with ropes tied around them in a circular shape.

"Now Olo, open it," Jean-Marie ordered.

I begrudgingly held my palm out and walked towards the rope circle. When I got close enough, a thin vortex appeared, and the next thing I know, I felt force shoving into my back, sending me tumbling into the vortex. Then with a thud, I found myself laying prone in sand.

"Thanks for providing a fine cushion as always," Jean-Marie sneered as she got off me and propped me to my feet.

"Ah, I wanted to snuggies with Olo," Emi pouted.

"When you finish the mission, you may snuggle with her to your heart's content."

"Um, don't I get a-"

Bzz!

"YEEEP!"

Once again, at the mercy to a pair of hair clippers.

As for our surroundings, gone was the forest, replaced instead with red rocks, cacti, lots of sand, and a small wooden house a little ways off, all of which was illuminated by a full moon slowly being shrouded by clouds.

"Ladies, get your asses walking. Midnight strikes in 15 minutes. I want to be in bed before then," Jean-Marie snarled.

I- In bed!?

Naturally, she refused to elaborate further as she proceeded to walk towards the house. "Better get to the house if you don't want to become Red's meal," Jean-Marie called out.

"R- Red!?"

Once again, silent treatment.

With little choice, I began following Jean-Marie and Emi to the house. When we got there a few minutes later, Jean-Marie opened the door and led us inside. Just like the exterior, the interior of the house was old, with protruding floorboards and cobwebs everywhere. There was furniture such as a dining table, chairs, and an old clock and sofa, but considering how filthy and old the sofa and chairs looked, I wouldn't trust them to support my weight. Not like I'm heavy, mind you. I'm healthy weight for a young maiden.

"This way. We're heading to the bedroom," Jean-Marie glared as she locked the front door and began herding me towards a room in the back.

Her demeanor shift unnerved me, but I had no choice but to obey. Despite not having the ability to freely travel to dimensional biomes like I did, she knew far more about the inner-workings of each one compared to everyone else. It truly was unnerving, and honestly, the scariest thing about her. Yes, even more than her desire to shave me bald and trap me in a pocket dimension for probably a year's worth of earth time.

The room she led us to was a tad different compared to the main room. It was a bedroom with a window with blinds, but the standout difference was the furniture. Don't get me wrong, it looked as old as the rest of the place, but the bed and red blanket upon it along with the nightstand next to it were relatively clean, almost as if someone had been using them.

"Well, time to go to sleep. The bed's big enough for all of us, so close the door and hop on. No need to worry about taking off your shoes," Jean-Marie smirked as she plopped down on the bed.

"WAIT! DOES THIS MEAN I GET TO SNUGGY WITH OLO NOW!?" Emi gasped.

"No, sorry, but I'll be in between you both. Can't have things getting messed up now."

"Booo," Emi pouted as she plopped down to the left of Jean-Marie on the bed.

"You're next. In bed, or I'm gonna tape you up and shave your head."

I plopped down to the right of the bitch.

"Now stare up at the ceiling and close those eyes and mouths. It's time to "sleep". No acting on your own now if you want to get out of this," Jean-Marie snarled as she wrapped us up in the blanket as lightening flashed and the sound of rain permeated all around us.

I quickly dove under the covers with a girly shriek and shut my eyes as tight as I could.

Maybe this is all just me dreaming at the library. Yes, when I close my eyes and reopen them, I'll be back there. I'll be-

"Ngggggggghhh..."

What... was that?

"Nghhhhhhhhhh..."

"Open those eyes. Deep Diver is here," Jean-Marie whispered.

"Deep- MMPH!?"

My eyes bulged. Not because that bitch had slammed her hand down very hard on my mouth, but because of what was floating up above us. It was a yellow diver suit with an unsettling and ghostly aura to it.

"MMMPH NGH MMPH NGH!" Emi cried as Jean-Marie struggled to keep her hand over her mouth.

"Listen to me carefully you two. Don't let him notice you. Just watch. I need a free hand, so no shrieking," Jean-Marie snarled as she slowly uncapped her hand from my mouth.

Reaching into her cleavage, she slowly pulled out what looked like a party popper, but with a handle and button on it. Steadily and slowly, she angled the device towards Deep Diver.

Deep Diver appeared to notice, and much to my shock, turned into a blur as it looked to vanish from sight. Jean-Marie lunged up and pressed the button on the device, causing a large tornado to spring forth from its end.

The loud moaning of Deep Diver rang out as suddenly it came back into view and appeared to be getting sucked in towards the device.

"Heehee, finally, I got you," Jean-Marie squealed as Deep Diver was sucked into the device.

I decided it was best to wait for her to prompt me, rather than me asking what the hell had just happened, but the third wheel had other plans.

"OMG, OMG, OMG! WHAT THE WTF JUST HAPPENED!?" Emi cried.

A furious scowl was summoned upon Jean-Marie's face as she stomped her sneaker down on Emi's mouth. "Shut up! I never said you could talk! There's more creatures we could catch, but with your loud mouth, they might've been spooked!"

Well now I'm curious, but I dare not open my mouth. I'll just be good and maybe she'll explain things on her own... Long story short, she said nothing. 

After deciding to relieve Emi from kissing her sneaker, Jean-Marie crawled right back into bed and laid there with us both, waiting. Yet nothing new seemed to appear, or maybe something did and I dozed off and missed it. What I did know was that now, it was light outside, though all gray and cloudy.

"Alright, get your asses moving out to the portal," Jean-Marie snarled.

"But I wanna explore," Emi pouted.

"Hell to the no! We got what we came for, so move out! Otherwise-"

Rumble!

Everything began to shake as Jean-Marie let out a groan and turned towards the window. "Well, forget what I said; everyone stays in the house."

"Why!?"

"Because if you go out..."

Fwoosh!

"Big red is gonna munch ya."

Both Emi and I stared in horror at what was staring in at us from the window. It was a camel. A camel with red fur and a bony face with a skeleton riding atop it.

"NeGoTiAtE," the beast mumbled.

That otherworldly warble in its voice fitted its unsettling appearance to a tee, which was bad, because the damn thing was scaring me enough as is!

"We NeGoTiAtE? HoW?" Jean-Marie asked, matching the monster's tone.

The beast slowly turned its head. "FuR... ReQuIrE... FuR...."

A devious smile spread on Jean-Marie's face as she turned to me. "Well look at that. You get to showcase your talent," she snickered as she whipped out the hair clippers.

Oh no. No, no, no, no, NO! She is NOT implying I gotta shave my head for this thing!

Jean-Marie let loose a soft giggle as she twirled the clippers in her hand. This was not looking good for me. Not only would I be whisked back to the real world following a hypothetical shave, but Emi here would see it all and tell... WAIT!

"Emi, wanna shave your head?" I smiled.

A childish grin lit up on Emi's face. "WOULD I!? OMG, OMG, OMG! I'VE WANTED TO SHAVE MY HEAD FOREVS!" she cried as she bounced up and down.

"Oh, a volunteer. That case, sit your ass down," Jean-Marie growled as she pulled out a whole damn wooden chair from her breasts.

"Wh- What!? How'd you fit that-"

"Sit down, n' shut up," Jean-Marie snarled as she pulled out a pink cape.

Emi blinked for a few seconds before shrugging and sitting down in the chair. As for me, I've seen Jean-Marie pull out far more outlandish shit from the bosom dimension, and yes, it really is a dimension. Her power allows her to store anything in an endless pocket dimension in her cleavage. And yes, sadly I've had the mispleasure of being trapped in there for one of her experiments. Might sound like it was really a fantasy, but no, it was not... It was not...

Once Emi was capped up, Jean-Marie flicked on the clippers and plunged them into Emi's hair, eliciting a delightful squeal from Emi. Seconds later, her hair was nothing more than short black stubble, yet if you think this is all that counts as a shave for Jean-Marie, you'd be wrong.

"NO! OMG! YOU'RE COVERING ME WITH SHAVING CREAM!?" Emi cried as Jean-Marie began smearing shaving cream all over her head and eyebrows.

"Yup, no hair for you, bad girl. Big Red here likes as much hair as possible, so I'm removing to the follicle," Jean-Marie smiled as she began shaving Emi smooth.

As for me, watching this ordeal was a mix between bafflement and PTSD. On one hand, I wasn't the one getting shaved, so seeing someone else get subjected to the hair removal from hell, and seemingly enjoy it nonetheless, certainly was a sight. But on the other, she's doing exactly what she did to me, minus the bounding and gagging, so my head remembers all that horrible sensation I felt when I was shaved.

"OMG! OMG! I'M FEELING A BREEZE!" Emi giddily shouted as she tapped her sneakers against the floor.

"Yes, and I'll make sure there's even more sensation on that smooth head of yours thanks to this," Jean-Marie grinned as she whipped out a bottle of wax and encased Emi's whole head and face in it.

Emi let out a series of muffled squeals as she sat and waited for the wax to harden. Then with a mighty yank, Emi was free of her waxy cocoon, and was now without a single eyelash.

"OMG! OMG! OLO LOOK! I'M BALD, AND MY EYEBROWS AND EYELASHES ARE GONE TOO! Omg... I'VE BEEN WANTING TO LET LOOSE LIKE THIS FOR YEARS!" Emi cried as her cheeks went flush red.

"Then want to be a braver woman than Olo and make the look permanent?" Jean-Marie snickered as she pulled out some depilatory cream from her breasts.

"WOULD I!? CREAM ME UP N' MAKE ME SMOOTH, SISTA!"

And so, Emi's head and face were smeared with that whitish-purple cream. Unlike with the wax, her eyes and mouth were uncovered, meaning she could see and speak, the latter of which not exactly something I'm hoping she chooses to do. However, it was some other unpleasant sound that tormented my ears.

"NoT EnOuGh... ThErE MuSt Be MoRe... MORE!" Big Red growled.

Oh no.

Yet Jean-Marie actually looked more distressed than me as a scowl and a stream of sweat appeared on her face. I quickly got the dire message; we didn't have enough hair. That meant it was "fight".

But just then, Emi began to beatbox. "Untz, Untz, Untz, Uh huh, Ya'll ready? Here we go! Shavin sleek, n' sneaks, no hair, now eyebrows, no lashes in dis town," she rapped.

OK, so when she speaks normally, her voice drives me MAD! But when she's singing... I question how the hell an agency didn't pick up on her. Her voice is angelic, and when she raps, oh boy, does it get me grooving. Her singing voice... is hot.

"Sizzle Sizzle, no hair, none for me n' none for you. Piss off camel, take a hike, throw yourself into a pike..."

Wait, what's she singing!?

"...We don't kneel before your hump, we stand up with a fist pump. So kneel your head into the ground, Imma stomp right on that top- Uhp, wait, nope, nope, nope, I don't step right into shit. So slam your head into a rock, cuz we're puttin' ya in a sock, UH!"

That rap... It was pretty fire, but TIME AND PLACE, GIRL! Jean-Marie's spooked by that thing, so if we piss it off-

"NUAAAAAAWWWAAAAA!"

The warbled cry of Big Red caused me to cover my ears and shut my eyes in terror.

"OI! DON'T GO BLOCKING YOUR SENSE IN BATTLE, DUMB SHIT!" Jean-Marie shouted.

I peeked open an eye. To my surprise, Jean-Marie had whipped out another device like the one she used to catch Deep Diver, and appeared to be trying to catch Big Red with it.

"What the-"

"OLO! LEAP OUT AND KICK THAT DAMN THING IN! BALDIE! KEEP SINGING!"

Emi grinned and flashed her fingernails before beginning to slowly scrape the depilatory cream off her head and face with them. "Ah yeah, we going smooth... Girl be nice n' pretty, got no hair, but you snuggle up cuz she's so, SEXY!" she began singing.

Between the cringe lyrics and the undead camel beast, I wanted to just bolt for the portal, but I figured this scenario was probably one of those, "must defeat the boss to proceed" type deals, so I leapt out the window and positioned myself.

Up close, Big Red was huge, like, 10 ft tall or something. The skeleton was also madly swaying about with its arms outstretched as Big Red tried to avoid getting sucked up.

"THE SKELETON'S AN EXTENSION OF ITS BODY! DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT LEAPING OFF AT YOU!" Jean-Marie shouted.

Huh? It's what!? No, not the time. Focus. It can't attack, and its struggling to defend against Jean-Marie. Need to give it a good ole shove, and hopefully, it's off to sucksville.

I took a deep breath and encased myself in a veil of olo-colored aura. Taking a combative stance, I stood motionless for a bit before exhaling and flying forward at breakneck speed. With a mighty double kick, Big Red and its skeleton went flying towards Jean-Marie's device, getting sucked up in an instant. I then landed on the ground and extinguished my aura.

"OMG!" Emi's voice rang out.

I sighed and hopped back in through the window, but it wasn't me that Emi was gushing over.

"OMG! OMG! I'M BALD! LIKE, NO HAIR, NO EYEBROWS, NO EYELASHES BALD!" she squealed as she leapt up and down before a mirror.

Gotta admit, it was more uncanny seeing this black-haired, er, former black-haired beauty completely hairless than it was seeing Big Red.

"OLO, OLO! FEEL MY HEAD! FEEL MY HEAD! IT'S LIKE, SMOOTHY, SMOOTHY, SMOOTHY SMOOTHY SMOOTH! ...!?"

Her sudden gasp in horror put me on edge. "Is there-"

"YOUR HAIR! IT'S SOME NEW COLOR I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!"

Oh, it's that.

"You can see olo now? That means you've awakened your power for sure," Jean-Marie smiled.

Emi blinked in confusion. "'Power'?"

Rumble!

"Ah, we'll explain later. Back to the portal, no detours. This dimension is about to collapse due to Big Red's capture, and I'm NOT going to end up erased like it right after I caught Big Red and Deep Diver."