Charlie le Mindu

"This is a Charlie le mindu fashion show!" Mr Richards announced proudly.

There was a collective gasp in the room, followed by a mix loud protests and exhilarated clapping. Rachel still trying to make herself as small as possible, attempting to cover herself with her palm pressed between her legs, and one arm crossing her chests.

Leaning in to Tina she whispered carefully “Charlie le mindu? What is that?” Tina smiled back, “Oh nothing special, it’s a French fashion designer specializing in hair styles.”

“Hair?” Rachel asked silently

“Yes, hair and wigs and stuff” Tina answered casually.

“But… where is the outfit then?”

Tina put on a broad smile, “What outfit?”

At this point the seamstress grabbed Rachel and pushed her down in free chair in front of a brightly lit mirror.

“Stupid Richards, always difficult!, should tell me sooner” She snorted angrily. She grabbed Rachels hair and proceeded to cover it in what felt like glue. Rachel winced at the rough treatment “You stay! Don’t move.” She scurried off to rummage through wigs in the back.

“Wait what?” Rachel was now getting nervous, “what do you mean what outfit?” she turned to Tina.

“You are a hair model today Rachel” Tina replied coldly.

The seamstress came back with a bright pink wig and pushed it firmly down on Rachels head. Then proceeded to cover her face with some fast makeup.

Rachel sat frozen watching at her own reflection, a bright pink wig was pushed down over her head, her makeup seemed out of place and in stark contrast to her bare torso, but once the seamstress finished. Rachel gasped, she looked as she was fully dressed, but only from the neck up!

The manhandling seamstress pulled Rachel to her feet, at which point Rachel once again became aware of what she was, or rather wasn’t wearing, instantly pushing her palm against her crotch once again.

"Janette?, did she shave... you know... down there?" Tina asked the seamstress casually.“You hair down here!?” The seamstress grabbed Rachels wrist and pulled her palm out from between Rachels legs.

Tina grinned, “oh my… Hahaha!”

The seamstress looked like her head was about to explode, “You stupid girl, stupid stupid stupid girl!” She swore angrily as she gave two sharp smacks to Rachels bottom.

"OUCH! EEEEEE" Rachel squealed

Rachels lower body was covered by a triangle of thick blonde curls, spreading from the inner legs and climbing upwards towards her navel.

The swore angrily and pushed her over the makeup desk, knocking lipsticks and mascaras to the tiled floor. From her pouch she withdrew what seemed like a sparkling silver blade and grabbed a nearby hair mousse spray and covered the entire crotch of Rachel in a thick white foam. Then she flipped her silvery knife and started scraping along the skin. Rachel was frozen stiff as the seamstress moved her hands skillfully. Terrified and utterly humiliated to expose herself so fully, not only the seamstress but Tina aswell!

Tina was enjoying this to the fullest, clapping excitedly, cheering the seamstress.

This was too much, Rachel covered her face in her hands.

“YOU NOT MOVE!, Ruin make-up! and dangerous!!!” She pulled Rachels hands from her face and proceeded to shave Rachels with fast adept motions.

After what seemed like forever, and the tossing and turning of Rachels legs, the seamstress nodded happily, “Good! Now you look girly girl."

Tina snorted with laughter from her seat directly opposite to Rachel. From there she had gotten a full and detailed view of everything Rachel was desperate to conceal, there was not a single intimate detail of the bottomless Rachel that had escaped her notice.

The seamstress forced Rachel back on her feet and adjusted the wig

“Now, you pretty hair model, and no bushy woman down. Now come, you go first” She pushed Rachel of the chair and dragged her by the wrist of the stark naked girl through the dressing room towards the curtained entrance of the catwalk.

She heard Tina shouting from the back “break a leg!”

Rachel was at the entrance of the catwalk, the rough treatment had left her completely dumbfounded, she glanced nervously through the curtains. The hall was absolutely packed with people! Her chest started pounding, her knees felt like giving out.

From the speaker she Mr Richards speaking. "And our first model is a newcomer, give a round of applause for Rachel!"