A Miranda Makeunder

Miranda slid a tray open from the wall behind Vanessa, revealing a bunch of tools and equipment to the audience. "Let's start with those pesky balloons on your chest, so big and in the way!" Miranda lectured Vanessa, she picked up a bottle with some form of cream inside. She wrapped her hands in latex gloves and approached Vanessa.

Vanessa wanted to scream and run away, what could this woman possibly mean? Her boobs? Vanessa panicked and hyperventilated, terrified of what could happen next. Miranda squirted a large amount of the cream onto the palm of her latex coated hand. Vanessa caught a glimpse of the tube and completely shuddered in fear. It said "shrinking cream".

Vanessa was powerless to do anything as the woman rubbed and massaged the cream all over her big tits. Vanessa wanted to sob and scream, as the cream stung the skin of her boobs. The audience were in shock, as they could slowly start to see Vanessa's big double Ds shrink their way to Cs. Vanessa howled on the inside. She could feel her magnificent boobs get tarnished and ruined!

Miranda was satisfied with how Vanessa's boobs were responding to the cream, so she moved on. "While we wait for that issue to sort itself out, it's time for the next issue to be dealt with." She told the audience and walked back over to the tray. She picked up an odd large metal bowl and a pair of scissors. Vanessa darted her eyes as far to the left as she could, spotting what Miranda was holding.

The disciplinary officer walked up to her prey once again, and ran a finger through Vanessa's long silky black hair. "Too long, it gets in the way, especially when inflicting punishment. Something much shorter is needed!" She demanded, slamming the bowl over Vanessa's head. Vanessa freaked out, she didn't want her hair to go too! She was already losing her boobs, if her hair was tarnished too she was running out beauty! These thoughts plagued her mind as she was powerless to stop what happened next.

Miranda began to snip away, following the hem of the bowl as a guide. Vanessa tried to cry as she saw her hair fall down to the ground, but all she could manage was a slight tear drop in her left eye. Snip after snip, the shorter Vanessa's hair became. Miranda was soon finished with the bowl, having removed all the hair below it. She took the bowl off Vanessa's head and set it back onto the tray. Vanessa couldn't see anything infront of her, as her now short hair blocked her eyes. Miranda made sure to fix that, however, as she poorly cut Vanessa some bangs.

By the time Miranda had finished, Vanessa could only feel hair around where her ears and cheeks were. Her heart imploded and she wanted to collapse in shock. She didn't know what to think anymore, her boobs were disappearing and she knew her new hair made her look awful.

To top it all off, Miranda rubbed another cream onto Vanessa's head, this time a brown substance. It made her hair all sticky and gross, but she could see the shorter black strands turn brown much to her distaste. "Perfect don't ya think!?" Miranda asked the audience. Most of them agreed, mostly the middle aged moms and angry women. Some of the men were a little disappointed about Vanessa's boobs, but they knew it was well deserved.

Miranda walked over to the wall once again. "Now for this next step, we need something a little more powerful than my hands..."