[Special] The two-year anniversary special I forgot to post

"YO! It's your girl, Leona. It's my birthday today, and boy do I have I got one hell of a stream for you," Leona grinned.

"That's right, today I'm reviving my ad campaign, but only if Leona fails the challenge," Astrid smirked.

"And if you don't know, I actually got Astrid's logo inked on the back of my head, meaning if I have to show it, gotta shave my head. Well, technically, I could just shave the back, but I say go big or go home, so if I lose, no fucking hair. Oh, and eyebrows are on the line as always, and you know what, eyelashes too."

"You're crazy."

"Gotta provide incentive for me to not want to lose."

"Oh? You wouldn't enjoy "peak femininity" as the bald, browless, lashless look is dubbed?"

"Bald n' browless is my peak feminity, er, in the bald sense. My hair's just to iconic to cast it aside forever."

"Point conceded, and I'm in full agreement on bald and browless, with excessive shaving and waxing, maybe even a lasering, being the peak beauty standard all women should strive for. Trust me, not having eyelashes sucks. It took me, what, 5, 7, years for them to finally grow back?"

"I thought your eyelashes were always fake."

"Not anymore. Technology has advanced, though if a woman chooses to go lashless, she has every right to do so."

"Now enough of that, onto the challenge. See, I got this new game called, Monke bananza, where you play as a monkey that turns into an elephant."

"Wowie zowie."

"From what I've heard, shit goes crazy if touch a seed, so... we doing it."

"The challenge is simply to beat the game without getting a game over. Though to make things interesting, we're playing on dev difficulty, meaning you only get one life. Oh, and Leona's never played this before, so this will be fun. And if she beats the challenge, #Wasabimoment and a glob of wasabi gets inked on my head. So... Let's begin."

With the difficulty level, odds were not in Leona's favor, especially considering she'd never played the game before. However, in preparation for this, I had her play, Monke 64, which is a harder and more unforgiving game in my opinion. It took her some time, but she mastered it to the point where she could do a run without getting hit once. The sponsor was so impressed, they gave her $10,000 on the spot.

Of course, this is a whole new game. I, myself, have only touched the surface of it, but I think Leona should be able to handle it."

...

"One more, one more, YES!" Leona exclaimed as she beat the final boss.

"Well damn, you did it," Astrid smirked.

"Yup, now touch the silver banana and... cutscene... credits! Woo!" Leona cheered as she threw her controller down on her chair and walked away.

Astrid covered her mouth to hide her laughter, as even though the "credits" were rolling, these were fake credits.

Slowly, the final boss, an alligator named, King H. Ater, opened his eyes.

"PSYCH! I ain't throwing," Leona grinned as she reappeared and grabbed her controller. "I played Monke 64, I know how this guy works."

A few minutes later, Leona won the challenge.

"Ah, my beautiful head... It's going to be ruined!" Astrid happily sighed.

"You'll look great shilling for me. Oh, I just thought of something great! How about you cosplay as me for a stream."

"You have a wig?"

Leona grinned from ear-to-ear as she pointed to her hair. "Double-up. I'm gonna do a Tuna Run in Maroon. We'll do custom, max level. I lose, my hair becomes the wig. Win... uh, you get a wig some other way."

...

Leona smiled as "Wiped!" flashed on screen. "I hate this game."

...

30 minutes later, Leona and Astrid reported to the hair salon.

"Oo, a custom cape," Leona giggled as she was caped with a lime green cape with #Wasabimoment written on it.

"Just a little birthday present as I did anticipate my victory, but well, it was more a case of you going double or nothing and getting no hair," Astrid smirked as she sat down clad in a white robe.

"Gonna shave before the inking?"

"Might as well. It'll be the last time I'll have a pure head before wasabi ink ruins it."

Once the cameras were rolling, Leona filmed one of many possible video intro candidates.

"YO! It's your girl Leona! I'm going bald for my birthday."

And thus, the shaving began, with Astrid getting all lathered up, and Leona getting all her hair carefully buzzed off with the clippers.

"Ah yeah, make sure to do the eyebrows like that too," Leona giggled as the stylist began buzzing off her eyebrows.

"I'm not slapping your eyebrow hairs on my face," Astrid chuckled.

Leona stared in shock. "Then what do we do with them!?"

"Eat em?"

"... OK."

After mowing all over Leona's head and face with a foil shaver, the stylist then lathered up her head and eyebrows with shaving cream, and paused the shaving to allow Leona to do the intro.

"YO! It's your girl, Leona... I'm lathered up nice n' pretty for a bald makeover. Yeah, I lost a bet and had to shave my head, and eyebrows, and eyelashes... again..."

And with that, the stylist smeared some shaving cream over her face before beginning the shaving. Astrid, meanwhile, had already gone through the whole shaving cream, wax, a depilatory cream regiment, meaning it was time for her to face the music, or in this case, the ink.

"Ah fuck... Well, I'll see you when you're balder than me," Astrid sighed as she got up and laid down horizontally in the now flattened chair on her stomach.

"OH FUCK! You have eyelashes now, so I really will be balder than- No wait, my hair follicles will still be intact. Still have more hair than you by default," Leona grinned as the first round of shaving finished and her entire head and face were lathered again with shaving cream.

Astrid responded with a muffled grunt and a middle finger as the stylist got to work inking her head.

Once the second round of shaving was done, the stylist plucked out all of Leona's eyelashes, before lathering her up once more with shaving cream.

"YO! It's your girl Leona... Uh... I kinda... lost a bet... again," she sheepishly giggled as she was lathered.

She then crossed her legs and begun twiddling her sneaker around as she bobbed her creamy head from side to side. "What if I chug some wasabi?"

I walked over with a tube in hand and splorted some into her open mouth.

"Ngh mmph mmph ngh mmph mmph mmph ngh [Now I hold until the shave's done]."

But once the shaving was done, she had me feed her wasabi again before she was encased in wax, though not for the depilatory cream, as that was arguably hotter for her than the wasabi.

Eventually, both her and Astrid were done.

"I'm lasering this off first chance I get," Astrid chuckled as she stood side-by-side with Leona, rotating around with her to show the camera all angles of the finished products.

"Wig will be done by tomorrow. So, how you gonna impersonate me?" Leona grinned.

"Hmmm... HEJ! It's you're girl, Leona! I'm Swedish now, but have hair. Oh, and I'm now #Salmiacmoment, so get those wasabi emotes outta here!"

"AAAAHHHH! She shaved my head and stole my identity! Worst birthday ever!" Leona cried.

We all burst into laughter.

"So, are we going to turn your head into your birthday cake?" Astrid smirked.

"Uh, how would I blow out the candles then?"

"I'm Leona now, remember?"

"Not yet, so go out and shill for me with that new tattoo of yours," Leona snickered as she reapplied her eyeshadow.

"You're not gonna ditch the eyeshadow?"

"Nope, remember when I first went this bald? Chat said, 'Smear on dat eyeshadow', so I did, even though it makes me look weirder without eyelashes. But hey, I'm down for weird. Some even think I look more mature n' sexier. Opinion, Crowboy?"

I flashed a thumbs-up before the camera.

"Yup, pink n' yellow's my signature colors, not counting my duds. Oh, speaking of which, if you're doing the cosplay, you'll need a spare set of my clothes plus eyeshadow."

"Oh no, not the eyeshadow."

"Too bad! Sit down, bitch! I'm about to give you the Leona special."

"Oh the things I do to steal a girl's identity," Astrid playfully sighed as she sat back down in the chair.

"You wanna be me? Gotta endure the beauty regiment, or else it's half-assed, and we hate half-assed." 

"True indeed," Astrid smiled. 

[End]