Old nemesis

Luna paid no attention to the shop window and instead looked at her shiny boots, with which she kicked a botched bottle cap.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice nearby. "I'm telling you, I saw the slut's face earlier. Her image was clearly visible on the screen next to the huge stripper pole"

"Bah, look what bitches they let in this park. She sure has plenty of experience pole dancing for people."

"If I catch her, this whore will feel my whips. Luckily for us, the hot guy saw where she went."

Flora started to panic when she heard the voice. She cautiously peered past her human shields and shuddered when she saw the two women from earlier.

It was still hidden by a few other park visitors, but that could change at any time. "Shit," she cursed softly, catching the attention of Flora, who just looked confused.

"The two bitches are always looking for me," Luna points with her finger where she heard the voice and she looked around for an escape route.

"I'll be right back" she said to her friend, "just don't go any further"

With no better escape plan in mind, Luna guided Flora through the nearest door.

"Hello, great that you've chosen us. How can I assist you?" the attendant asked as soon as she spotted Luna. "Haircut? Restyling? Makeup?"

As expected from a fashion designer, the woman had a flashy look with a lot of tattoos and as expected of a park employee, she was just wearing some sort of leather bikini with a collar.

"Uh," Luna hesitated before deciding to be upfront about it. "I actually just want to hide, to be honest."

"Oh, do you have an issue with another guest?" the attendant asked in surprise, reaching for the phone. "Should I call security instead?"

Luna quickly shook her head, realizing that her words might have been misunderstood. "No, no, it's not like that. I just... I played a prank on two other women, and now they're looking for me, but I don't need police help. I don't want to make it a bigger deal than it actually is," Luna clarified, explaining the situation to the attendant.

"I just need to wait until they pass by and hopefully don't spot me," Luna added, explaining her plan to the attendant.

"You don't sound very confident, though," the attendant remarked, picking up on Luna's uncertainty.

"Well, it's just that I've crossed paths with them three times already today. I wish I could just make myself invisible," Luna admitted with a sigh, expressing her frustration.

"Hmm, I can't make you invisible, only the big boss can do that," the attendant grinned at the **** Luna, "but I think I can give you a makeover so they won't recognize you."

Hopeful, Luna looked at the attendant. "You can do that for me?"

"Absolutely, I can make it so that not even your own mother would recognize you," the attendant assured with a smile. "I'm all in, let's do it," Luna said with determination.

"Great, please take a seat," the attendant instructed to one of the empty chairs.

Luckily, there was some sort of screen between the chairs, so Luna couldn't be seen from the street.

Strangely, there was no mirror on the opposite side.

"Relax and close your eyes," the attendant instructed Luna in a gentle, almost hypnotic voice.

Strangely, the tension seemed to dissipate from Luna, and she relaxed against the back of the chair. Her corset thankfully provided support to her upper body, or else she might have lost her posture.

Without being able to resist, Luna's eyes closed, and the sounds of the surroundings faded into the distance. "You're doing great," the attendant praised as she began to cut Luna's hair.

The attendant immediately positioned the scissors and one by one, strands of hair fell from Luna's head. She remained in a trance. "Excellent, you're such a great client," the attendant praised Luna, as she continued to use an electric razor to further shorten the hair.

"How about a little head massage?" the attendant inquired, and Luna mumbled something in agreement. Immediately, the attendant began to work a white cream into Luna's scalp, her fingers gently gliding across her skull. "Oh, I noticed your eyebrows are a bit neglected. Can I take care of them while the cream soaks in?"

"Sure," Luna mumbled, and the attendant immediately took on the task with enthusiasm. "This will just sting a bit," she warned, as she applied two wax strips.

"Now I'll wash the cream off your head," the attendant announced.

Unbeknownst to Luna, as the water flowed, not only did the cream wash away, but also the last traces of hair and hair follicles were carried down the drain with the cream.

"Hmm, I have just the thing for you," the young woman said, and in Luna's hazy state, she could hear the woman walking away. "I'll be right back," she called out.

Uncertain of how much time had passed, Luna heard the woman's heels on the tiled floor again, and suddenly she felt the hand gently on her shoulder. "I just need to finish up your eyebrows, then I'll be done. But please keep your eyes closed, do it for me," the woman requested.

Luna felt two brief stinging sensations. Not strong, but enough to slowly pull her out of the hazy state. The attendant knew this and hastened, quickly pulling a latex hood over Luna's head before she fully regained her senses.

"And what do you say?" the attendant grinned as Luna looked at herself in surprise in the mirror. "I did tell you that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

"Holy shit," escaped Luna's lips as she caught sight of her reflection. The state of trance she had been in for the past while was gone. "Is that me?" she asked cautiously, reaching up to touch her lips. Indeed, the mirror reflected her movement.

Her head was completely covered with a tight black latex hood, which had holes only for her eyes, mouth, and nose.

As if that wasn't enough, a tight collar encircled her neck, protecting the area where the hood blended into the seamless suit.

"I did say I could manage it, so your own mother wouldn't recognize you," the attendant remarked proudly. At this point, Luna had to agree.

Hardly had she stood up when two very familiar faces burst into the booth.

"Hey, sorry, you're not allowed in here," the attendant protested, glaring angrily at the two women. "Don't tell me what I can or can't do," retorted the brunette, swinging the whip at the attendant.

"We're looking for the slut who led us to this perverted roller coaster," her friend said as the attendant glared back angrily. "We suspect she's a stripper or something. Have you seen her? Brunette hair?"

"And here I am mistaken for a stripper," Luna muttered to herself, examining the outfits of the two women. Their dresses didn't leave much to the imagination and thanks to the fabric and the fact that they were fishnet dresses, they didn't offer much coverage.

Grinning, Luna looked directly into the eyes of the two women without them recognizing her.

"Uh, no, I can't help you with that," the attendant said, also scrutinizing the two women. She looked at the woman in the fishnet dress. "We also offer intimate hair removal," she offered politely.

"You latex bitch, have you seen a brunette? That bitch won that pole climbing game."

"Calling me a bitch? Look at yourself," Luna secretly thought, contemplating how to get rid of them. Suddenly, she had an idea.

Grinning broadly, Luna nodded. "I'm not entirely sure if it's the right one, but I was there when she won, and I overheard her talking about heading to the..."