You arrive at the salon...

You arrive at the salon and Victoria turns to you. You lock eyes and your heart beats faster. "I bet you twenty dollars you won't get the full treatment and leave the make up on all day," she teases. You consider it. Twenty dollars to put on some make-up? Easy money.

"Deal," you say.

What feels like moments later you are in a chair, your friends looking on. An elderly Asian lady brings a vat of wax to the scene. "What's this?" you ask nervously.

"C'mon, Elliot, you don't honestly think I brought us all this way to see you put on some make-up. It is the full treatment," says Kyle.

Lots of excruciating pain later (or laughter in the case of your friends) and you have waxed every single part of your body available. They even took you to the back room for the difficult bits. Thankfully your friends didn't stick around for those, but you're sure they could hear your shouts. Then comes the mani-pedi. This one is more relaxing, and Victoria gets one in the chair next to you, so it isn't too bad. Then comes the make-up. Humiliating, yes, but at least you expected this part to come. The eyebrow plucking brings even more pain and misery into your life. By the time you are done you can hardly recognize yourself. To top it all off, they do your hair in a girly fashion, adding insult to injury.

"Jesus, Victoria, how much did this prank cost you?" you ask when you were finished.

"My uncle owns this place. He's only making me pay the cost of the supplies, which isn't much where he buys from," she responds, "Here's your $20." You don't feel bad accepting it after what you've been though.

"Where now?" you ask.