Iori the enlightened

The stylist scowled as Iori sat down in the chair clad in a bhikkhuni nun robe along with her trademark sneakers and mismatched socks. "And um?" 

Iori warmly smiled as she clasped her hands together. "I am to be enlightened, so remove the worldly attachments of hair, brow, and lash from myne head." 

"Then why's there a phone recording?" 

"Documentation for the masses. Now begin." 

The stylist draped Iori in a clear plastic cape and began shearing her. Throughout the whole process, Iori maintained her serene smile and calm persona. Even when she was waxed and encased in depilatory cream, only soft, humble giggles escaped her lips. 

When she was done, she slowly bowed before exiting with phone in hand. 

"Human beings of the world, I have become enlightened. Now, I shall spread the word that shall enlighten you all..." 

...

Okisato stared in confusion as he came across a hairless female monk chanting sutras by the station. The sight itself normally wouldn't be much of a big deal, but the fact that said monk was wearing both sneakers and mismatched socks like Iori usually did caught his interest. 

"Iori-chan? Is that you?" 

The monk warmly smiled as she turned to Okisato. "Young boy, I am but an enlightened woman. My degeneracy purified, my purpose ordained. I am to cast aside all worldly thoughts, for I know nothing of the world... ...!?" 

"Hmm, really did shave your head," Okisato mumbled as he clamped his hand down on Iori's head. 

"OKI-KUN!? I I'M IN MONK MODE!" Iori cried as her face went flush red. 

"Not anymore. Now tell me what happened," Okisato grumbled as he lifted Iori into his arms. 

"I'm dreamin' a good dream," Iori swooned as a lustful grin overtook her face. 

"Want to be purified in the fountain?" 

Iori blinked for a few seconds. "... Smoochie smooch!" 

Splash! 

Iori playfully stuck her tongue out as she began shaking her head. "Aahhh, I'm too bald, the water's turning me on... Ahhh, I'm going back to the worldly world," she moaned. 

"Nothing seems wrong with you. So what happened?" 

"Eh, Mimo-chan destroyed my spirit with the power of fashion. Oh, and my popularity denied me a modeling gig. Eh, probably make more money as is," Iori scoffed as she attempted to jiggle her breasts, but found herself unable to do so properly due to the monk robes. "Ugh, can't give people worldly desires all monked up like this. Well, think I got enough- HEY!" 

Okisato spun around just as a man began running off with Iori's phone and tripod. 

"THIEF! STOP HIM!" 

Okisato took off in pursuit while Iori tried to follow, but was slowed down by the monk robe. 

"Ugh, fuck this thing!" Iori groaned.