Smooth and bare

Ivanna screamed as Marion ripped the first strip away. The sound was a wet, visceral *rip* that echoed in the small room.

"Aaaah! It burns! Stop it!"

"Hold still!" Marion commanded, ripping another strip. "I want every single orange hair gone. You're going to be smooth and bare, just like a little doll."

Once the waxing was complete, leaving Ivanna's crotch raw, red, and completely hairless, Marion grabbed a pair of professional shears. She gripped Ivanna's long, black-dyed curls.

"No! Not my hair! Please!"

*Snip. Snip. Snip.*

Chunks of black hair fell to the floor like dead crows. Marion worked quickly, shearing the hair close to the scalp. As the dye washed away under the showerhead, the natural, bright orange color emerged. Marion finished the look with a tight, jagged pixie cut.

"There," Marion said, stepping back to admire her work. "No more fake goth. Just a chubby, orange-haired nerd."

Ivanna looked in the mirror and burst into tears. She looked like a frightened schoolgirl, her face round and flushed, her hair a shock of orange.

"Now," Marion said, a predatory glint in her eye. "It's time for your new hobby."

Every night at 8 PM, Marion set up a tripod in the bedroom. She turned on a high-definition camera and logged into Twitch. The title of the stream was: *THE GOTH FRAUD: LIVE HUMILIATION.*