A Humiliating Makeover for Mrs. Farrington

In the affluent neighborhood of Meadowbrook, nestled between towering oak trees and immaculate lawns, stood “Aura Salon,” a salon renowned for its extraordinary service and a clientele that expected nothing but perfection. Among its long list of high-profile clients was the beautiful Miranda Farrington, a wealthy socialite in her late thirties known for her impossibly high heels, premium designer outfits, and an ego that rivaled her bank account balance.

One sunny afternoon, Miranda strode into the salon dressed in her designer wear, her golden hair cascading down her back, turning heads as she brushed past a couple waiting clients. However, this time, her entitlement and effortlessly rude attitude lead her closer and closer towards the precipice of her demise.

“Where is Erina? I have an important event to attend tonight!” she demanded, her voice dripping with impatience. Erina was her usual stylist, a master in the art of transformation who could weave magic with scissors and color.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Farrington,” said Mia, a young apprentice with bright blue hair and a kind smile. “Erina is fully booked at the moment. She won't be freed up for at least another few hours. If you can wait a couple hours, I could easily slip you in at 5pm this evening, if that's alright? or we have a few other stylists currently available?"

Miranda’s lips curled into a sneer. “Wait? Did you just ask me to wait? I'm not like these other people. I don’t have time to wait. Get me Erina now! In fact, tell her, if my hair and makeup isn't perfect within the hour, I'll be taking my business else from now one, and I'll sure as hell tell everyone what a lousy salon this is, and how it doesn't deserve to even be a salon if they can't even satisfy their most important client. Got that, Blue Hair? Now run along and get me Erina right away!"

"Ummm...yes, Mrs. Farrington," replied Mia.

"Don’t make me wait for too long or I'll be giving the whole lot of you a very bad review. I have an important event to attend. You've put me behind schedule as it is, and I can't afford to be late. This is completely unacceptable."

Mia was usually quite a calm and patient person, but her temper began to rise at Miranda's words. She couldn't understand how anyone could be so arrogant. Something needed to be done, but what?

As Mia was heading towards the VIP rooms in search of Erina, she paused for a second. A devious idea popped into her head. It was an unethical, immoral and possibly illegal thing to do, but the thought of it made her grin. Miranda Farrington, a.k.a the Ice Queen, deserved no less.

Even though Mia wanted to execute her plan, she decided it would only be right to at least give this arrogant b*tch a chance to redeem herself. Maybe she was stressed. People say the wrong things all the time. Who knows?

Returning to Miranda Farrington, Mia gently spoke. "Mrs. Farrington, I just spoke with Erina. She is currently tied up with another VIP client, and this is the best she can currently do for you. There are a few other very capable and talented stylists, who would be willing to help you..."

Before Mia could even finish, the furious beauty began to screech, "The best she can do? The best she can do?! No. Absolutely not. I'm sure as hell not having some second rate amateur touch my hair. I've never even heard of these other stylists before. I'm not some random playground for some amateur hairstylist trying to prove themselves. Get me Erina, NOW!"

Mia inhaled deeply, suppressing the urge to respond to the insult. “I understand your concerns, Mrs. Farrington, but you didn't let me finish; the second option from Erina. She'll try to finish what she's doing with her current client and have another stylist take over, but this could still be for another hour or so. In the meantime, Erina has asked me to give you the deluxe hair wash package first in preparation for your treatment. She'll come as soon as she is available."

Miranda rolled her eyes, crossing her arms, a frown marring her pretty face. “Fine, but don't expect me to pay extra or anything. You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood today."

With a **** smile, Mia led the wealthy woman to another VIP room with a large mirror surrounded by many lights and a sink in front of a stylist's chair. As Miranda sat down, she took off her sunglasses, revealing her perfectly painted and flawless makeup.

"Would you like a cup of tea before we begin, Mrs. Farrington?" asked Mia.

"Orange Pekoe, just two milks, no sugar, and make sure to steep the tea enough before the milk," snapped the beauty.

“Of course, Mrs. Farrington, I'll be right back,” Mia replied as she left for the breakroom to prepare the hot beverage.

As she was waiting for the water to boil, Mia began searching for a bottle of pills. She remembered Erina mentioning a bottle of pills she used to treat a back injury. Although the pills were effective in relieving pain, they also had the side effect of making people drowsy and relaxing muscles.

Suddenly, a grin crept across her face as she found the bottle. Although not as effective, Erina normally only took one pill, as two would knock her out cold.

Crushing up two pills, Mia poured the powder into the tea and stirred it until they were completely dissolved, the color of the liquid no different than regular tea. Quickly adding the milk, she prepared to return to her special "VIP".

Opening the door, Mia found Miranda Farrington seated and scrolling through her phone.

"Here's your tea, Mrs. Farrington," Mia grinned as she handed the tea to the socialite.

"About time!" scoffed the woman as she grabbed the drink, "this better not taste like crap. I've been to places that serve better drinks than you!"

"Oh, don't worry, I made sure to steep the tea real well," Mia said as she stepped back.

With any hesitation, Miranda Farrington began sipping the beverage, unaware of what was inside her tea.

Mia stood by nervously watching as the woman gulped down the drink. Luckily, it seemed the pills didn't affect the flavor.

“You might want to take notes, sweetheart. You’re quite lucky to be working under Erina. If you wash my hair well, I might just let you stay and watch Erina work her magic into my hair and makeup," said the beauty, arrogance dripping from her every word.

Within a few minutes of finishing her tea, Miranda Farrington began to feel her eyes droop, her muscles relaxing and her mind beginning to wander, but not wanting to show weakness, she **** herself to stay awake.

"Hurry up and begin washing my hair, girl! I don't have all day," snapped the socialite, her voice sounding more sluggish.

"As you wish, Mrs. Farrington," replied the apprentice, hiding a smug grin behind a fake smile.

After leaning the socialite down towards the sink, Mia draped a cape and a towel around the beauty. She adjusted the seat before adjusting the water.

Washing Miranda's hair, Mia slowly ran her fingers through the blonde locks, and she could not help but sigh dreamily.

"Your hair is amazing, Mrs. Farrington," Mia spoke softly.

"Mhmm...o-of course, it i-is," replied the socialite, sounding relaxed. "Y-you...you should feel h-honored to be...to be t-touching my h-hair. M-most...most of the o-other s-stylists here p-probably wouldn't even g-get a chance to e-even...even b-breathe the same a-air as m-my...my hair."

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Farrington, thank you for this honor," Mia **** herself to reply.

It was clear that Miranda Farrington was greatly enjoying Mia's gentle touch as the apprentice continued to gently massage her scalp. Along with the pills beginning to work their magic, the lulling, soothing sound of water and Mia's steady hands, the socialite could no longer resist as her eyelids grew heavier. Mia, noticing this continued to massage the beauty's scalp for a few more minutes to ensure the infamous Miranda Farrington was sound asleep, oblivious to her surroundings.

The next step was to begin the transformation. First, the hair.

After adjusting the styling seat so that it was upright, Mia slowly ran her fingers through the beautiful soft blonde tresses once more. She knew it would feel completely different the next time her fingers ran through it.

As she continued to stare at the sleeping beauty, an evil grin spread across her face as she envisioned the changes she planned to make to this woman's hair.

There's no better way to strip this arrogant b*tch of her entitlement and confidence than depriving her of her luscious golden crown.

With the beauty soundly asleep, Mia searched through shelves and cupboards looking for the perfect ingredients she would need to transform the beauty's gorgeous long hair into a stringy lifeless mess.

The first thing Mia did was comb out Miranda's thick shiny locks. Pulling out a set of scissors, she began snipping off various sections of the voluminous golden strands.

The scissors made their way to the back of the socialite's head, where they began carefully thinning out her thick mane, layer upon layer. They quickly transitioned to the sides and front with a few decisive snips. Before long, the expensive layers were trimmed away, reducing the haughty socialite's highly coveted crown into a wispy and thin mess.

The once voluminous locks, turned stringy and sparse, left behind an unexpected and unflattering outcome. A far cry from the elegant and refined hairstyle the arrogant beauty had previously sported, the sides were trimmed in a manner that **** her ears to peek through the thin strands of hair. Adding insult to injury, the front featured an unappealing set of bangs that hovered an inch or so above her impeccably styled eyebrows, giving the impression of an exaggerated forehead.

Although Miranda Farrington's hair was officially reduced from its previously enviable full and luscious mane into an unflattering mop, Mia was nowhere close to being finished. Seeing bundles of golden locks lying on the ground, Mia couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought of her next step.

A devious grin appeared across Mia's face as she hurried back to the breakroom. She had remembered seeing a bottle of non-stick cooking spray in one of the cabinets when she searched for the pills earlier. Now the grease would act as her tool in destroying the rich beauty's once pristine hair.

Returning with the non-sticking cooking spray, Mia aimed the spray at the sleeping beauty's hair and squeezed the trigger. In seconds, Miranda Farrington's once sought-after hair was left greasy, oily, and dull, a far cry from its original silky glory.

"How will you react once you see your new hair, Mrs. Farrington?" whispered Mia teasingly, "who would've thought that a simple trim would make such a huge difference? Your ears and forehead look quite exaggerated.

The sleeping beauty's expression was one of peace, the corners of her lips turned up in a gentle smile.

After admiring her handiwork, Mia moved onto the next step. It was time to see if Miranda Farrington was truly the beautiful goddess she claimed to be. Step two: get rid of Miranda's makeup.

While searching through the shelves and cabinets, Mia had found a package of disinfectant wipes along with a few bottles of rubbing ****. She knew it could cause potential damage to Miranda's beautiful face, but at this point, Mia didn't care.

Moving directly in front of the sleeping beauty, Mia held the package of disinfectant wipe against her cheek, her thumb ready to push the corner of the packaging open.

"Ready, or not, Mrs. Farrington, time for me to peel back your mask."

With a wide grin, she pulled a few wipes out before gently dabbing it against the socialite's perfectly made up face. The heavy foundation began to quickly dissolve, revealing blemishes and bumps along with uneven skin tones that had been masterfully concealed beneath layers of expensive products and practiced beauty routines.

The more makeup she wiped off, the more obvious the imperfections became. Soon, the entitled beauty was no longer the picture of perfection nor a vision of elegance, but a blotchy faced, spotted skinned, blemish-filled wreck of a b*tch.

"Oh, dear! Mrs. Farrington, is that really you? My, my, I never would've guessed you'd have so many blemishes, and oh my, you have some pretty noticeable acne scars. This is just shocking. You're definitely not a beauty queen. Who knew you could look so bad underneath all that makeup? How could someone as ugly as you have such a high opinion of yourself?" Mia mocked.

It was almost like watching a masterpiece fall apart right before her eyes, and it was absolutely delightful.

With the last wipe, the once pristine face was no more, replaced by an acne-covered and scarred visage. The disinfectant wipes worked well removing the layers of makeup, but the **** and chemicals in the wipes had done their job, leaving behind dry and inflamed patches of skin with irritated red and raw splotches.

Mia stood in awe of her work. It was almost impossible to believe this was the same Miranda Farrington who had strutted into the salon looking like a million bucks. With the makeup removed, the true face of Miranda Farrington had come to light.

As she momentarily admired her work, Mia couldn't help but smile as she spotted something that had previously gone unnoticed on the plain-faced former "beauty."

Resting on Miranda Farrington's upper lip was none other than a subtle but visible layer of thin dark blonde hairs previously concealed with expensive layers of concealer and foundation.

The socialite had in fact done an exceptional job blending and hiding her delicate hairs. However, without her makeup, the tiny facial hairs were as prominent as ever.

Mia couldn't help but grin as she stroked her finger across the fuzz. This had been an unexpected surprise for the apprentice, seeing as most women as entitled and arrogant as Miranda would resort to having laser treatment or at least waxing on their upper lip, but it seems this beautiful blonde was not one of them.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here, Mrs. Farrington? My, my, who knew? I wonder how you managed to keep this hidden. Oh, I wonder what other surprises you have," mocked Mia as she whispered into the socialite's ear.

"Now, let's see if we can fix this little issue of yours."

Going through the cupboards, Mia began rummaging through the shelves, searching for anything that would be useful in her quest to accentuate the thin blonde facial hairs.

"Hmm...this could work nicely," said Mia as she pulled out an old and half-empty container of eyebrow pencils.

Placing the container on the counter, it was clear the box had seen better days. Popping open the lids, it was apparently clear that the eyebrow pencils were not the professional and designer brand eyebrow pencils. These were cheap with their colors faded and their tips left dull and barely usable.

"Perfect," whispered Mia, a smirk appearing on her face as she picked up the first pencil, "normally, this wouldn't be any good, but these will certainly do the job of bringing out the hairs on your upper lip."

After choosing a light brown shade that would emphasize the thin blonde hairs, Mia gave the socialite's secret lip hairs one final stroke before gently shading in the facial hair, darkening the thin and almost invisible hairs.

When she finished the process, the apprentice took a step back to admire her work. The now defined lip hairs looked much more noticeable than before. The hairs were drawn on with precision, and the contrast of the light brown pencil against Miranda's natural skin tone made the hairs stand out.

Mia giggled at her work of art, knowing there was still a lot more in store for the sleeping beauty.

As she began putting away the old eyebrow pencils, Mia suddenly stopped as she realized she had nearly missed out on a perfect opportunity.

"How could I have forgotten...the eyebrows. They're still looking much too elegant and refined. Well, we'll need to fix that."

Picking up the thin razor blade, she approached the sleeping beauty and held it to the perfectly groomed eyebrows. With a few swift strokes, she had reshaped the once beautifully shaped and perfectly defined eyebrows that had been painstakingly maintained for years into a pair of uneven and thinning brows.

The thinned out brows only served to emphasize the fact that the sleeping beauty's forehead appeared much larger than before, giving her an unattractive and more unrefined appearance.

With the brows thinned out, the sleeping beauty was starting to resemble more of a troll doll than a high society socialite.

Sitting down, Mia stared at the sleeping "beauty", smiling at what she had accomplished so far. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she caught a glimpse of her next target.

Miranda's eyelashes were naturally thick and full, allowing them to stand out even without the use of mascara.

Grabbing a tiny pair of scissors, Mia carefully snipped at the long, thick lashes.

One by one, the features that made Miranda Farrington the envy of every woman were slowly but surely fading.

Her signature thick and long lashes that once helped to emphasize her sparkling blue eyes were no more. Instead, in their place were small and thin pieces of unimpressive stubble.

Mia grinned at her work. She had clipped some of the eyelashes so close to the root that even after weeks and months, the hairs would never grow back the same.

Staring at the sleeping socialite, Mia's smile stretched wider, her heart racing at the thought that this once-beautiful and arrogant b*tch on the brink of losing her beauty.

"This is the real you. This is what you deserve to look like, nothing more than an ugly old crone," giggled Mia.

With Miranda Farrington's seemingly beautiful face transformed into an unrecognizable mess, Mia grabbed the non-stick cooking spray once again.

Holding the spray up, the apprentice generously misted the socialite's face, leaving the once beautiful features with a slick and oily complexion.

After a few more sprays of the grease, Mia stood back, clearly satisfied with her work. She suddenly jolted up off her stool when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Turning around, she was met with the concerned face of her boss, Erina.

"Well, well, well, what's going on here?" whispered Erina, "Is that Mrs. Farrington?"

"Ummm...Erina. I-I know this looks bad, but she..."

"Shhhhh. I see you had some fun while I was busy with another client," smiled Erina, as she eyed the sleeping socialite, "don't worry, Mia. I don't blame you. I perfectly understand why. Mrs., Farrington can be quite an entitled b*tch. Every time I've worked on her, she always makes unreasonable demands. She needed to be knocked down a peg or two, and it seems you've done a wonderful job."

"W-wait? R-really? I...I thought you'd be angry?"

"Oh, I AM angry. You should never treat customers like that, but in this case, it's justified, so I'm willing to let it slide, even if we're probably getting a lawsuit or something," replied Erina, her voice firm, "since Mrs. Farrington's still asleep and you've done such amazing work, why not continue?"

"You mean?"

"Of course. We'll make sure Mrs. Farrington has a very rude awakening. She'll never know what hit her, and I'm willing to help you with the finishing touches. What do you say?"

Mia's face lit up as she realized Erina was on board. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Yes, of course, please help!"

"Good. Now, what do you have in mind? I was thinking...her hands are sure looking beautiful with that elegant looking manicure."

Mia's smile widened. "That's the perfect idea, but I think we need a couple more things first."

After searching through the cabinets, Mia found a nail filer and an assortment of bottles, a couple bottles of acetone along with an old liquid solvent and a bottle of industrial detergent.

After slipping on a pair of rubber gloves, the two stylists took the sleeping woman's limp arms, beginning the process of removing the polish and glam off the flawlessly manicured hands.

They first trimmed back the long length of Miranda's nails right up to the nail bed before filing down the nails until the edges were dull and stubby, even chipping and breaking a few nails in the process. Without the alluring sheen, the once perfect hands lacked the elegance they had just moments ago.

Next, Mia applied some acetone to strip away the gloss and polish, while Erina followed up by dabbing some of the liquid solvent to the now bare and ruined nails. The chemical in the solvent would cause permanent damage as it slowly corrodes the structure of the nails, making them appear aged.

The once beautiful, flawless and pristine looking nails were now dull and chipped, broken in some places and uneven in others, a far cry from their previous condition.

With the nails now a disaster, the stylists discussed their next steps.

"What do you think, Erina?" asked Mia, "should we go even further?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," smirked the head stylist, "it'd be a shame to waste this chance, but we better hurry, she may wake up soon, so what should we do?"

Her hands," said Mia excitedly, "did you notice how soft and delicate they seemed? I could smell all the fancy lotion and expensive hand cream."

"Hmmm...I think I know what you're up to," smirked Erina, "what a sight it would be for this b*tch to wake up with dry, cracked, and wrinkled hands."

"Exactly," giggled Mia, "let's get started. I have an idea."

Using the industrial detergent, the duo began the process of stripping the lotions and moisture off the socialite's delicate hands. They lathered the thick liquid directly to the sleeping beauty's hands, covering every inch before wrapping the hands in plastic wrap.

With the sleeping beauty's hands fully covered in the harsh detergent, the stylists quickly snapped a few photos of the entitled woman. The change was more drastic than they could have imagined.

"It's hard to believe," whispered Mia as she snapped a few more pictures, "that this is Miranda Farrington. Only a few short hours ago, she strutted in the salon with the poise of a queen, acting all entitled and glamorous, yet looking at her now, it's like she's a totally different person, almost unrecognizable."

"Indeed," smiled Erina, "she looks more like a washed-out and haggard old woman. It's quite satisfying to see a b*tch like her transformed into everything she despised. It's amazing how makeup and hair can go a long way. So, what's next, Mia?"

"Let's give the detergent a few more minutes before we rinse it off. The **** are probably going to wear off soon."

Preparing two tubs of warm water, the duo began to rinse off the harsh detergent. With the water washing off the soap, it was evident that the harsh chemicals had their intended effect, leaving the socialite's once delicate and flawless hands reddened with a rough and coarse feeling, the texture of the skin looking dry and irritated.

"No doubt, this will be a rude awakening," smiled Erina, "let's wake her up once we finish rinsing..."

Suddenly, both women froze in place as they heard a strange hissing-like sound followed by a trickling noise. Looking down, they smiled at each other as they spotted a growing puddle of urine, spreading on the ground beneath the chair as the strong scent of ammonia filled the room.

"H-holy sh*t, did she just...did miss high and mighty just piss herself?!" asked Mia in disbelief, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Seems like it," grinned Erina, as she gently lifted the salon cape up.

The two stylists nearly burst in laughter as they spotted the growing yellow stain on the socialite's white skirt. The expensive designer material was now a dark yellow soggy mess.

"The once proud and elegant lady pissing herself," laughed Mia, taking more pictures and unable to contain her glee, "this is so satisfying. This would be the latest story if we posted these pictures online, and there's no way her reputation wouldn't be tarnished. It would be the scandal of the century."

"Wait, as much as I want that," sighed Erina, "these would be some good **** material. With these photos, even Miranda Farrington won't be able to drop a lawsuit on us."

"True," agreed Mia, "then what should we do next?"

"Hmmm...let's wake her up and take her to the breakroom to get changed first. We can dress her in clothes from the lost and found. W=Once she wakes up, then we can have a discussion with her," said Erina, "she'll probably still be quite dazed from the meds, so it should be easy to dress her."

"Sounds good," replied Mia, as she approached the sleeping beauty and gave her a gentle pat, "wakey, wakey, Mrs. Farrington, time to wake up. Don't you have a big event to go to? You don't wanna be late, right?"

"Mmmm...w-wha? W-where a-am I? W-what's happening? I-is Erina here?" mumbled the socialite.

The sleeping beauty was barely awake, her eyes still adjusting to the bright light as she tried to lift her heavy head, but her efforts were in vain as the sedatives were still working their magic, rendering her almost immobile.

"No, Mrs. Farrington, you fell asleep and had a little accident," answered Mia, her voice gentle and calm.

"A-accident?" questioned the confused beauty, her eyes squinting, her body struggling to move.

As she squirmed in the seat, Miranda Farrington felt an unusual cool and wet sensation between her legs. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt a wetness seeping up her lower back and around her expensive skirt and panties.

"Yes, an accident. You fell asleep in your seat and had an accident. You were asleep the whole time, Mrs. Farrington," smirked Erina.

"N-no...no...no. T-this can't be," the former beauty gasped, her voice shaky and filled with disbelief.

"Yes, it seems like you've made a mess of yourself, Mrs. Farrington," smirked Mia, "you peed all over yourself."

"B-but...I...I'm M-Miranda F-Farrington. B-beautiful f-fashionista, socialite. I-I-I'm...I w-would never do...such a...a t-thing," stammered the disheveled beauty.

"There's no denying the evidence, Mrs. Farrington. The smell and your stained skirt is more than enough proof," mocked Erina.

"P-please, y-you mustn't...m-my reputation...t-this can't get out. I-I've got money. I'll give you..."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Farrington. Your secret's safe with us. If you do everything we tell you to do for the next hour, this won't get out. It'd be a shame for someone as beautiful as you to be known as the pee-pee princess," giggled Mia, "let's go get you changed first."

"T-thank you," gasped the relieved woman, her voice filled with gratitude, "y-yes. T-thank you. I-I'll do whatever you say. T-thank you so much."

"Good, then let's get going," replied Erina, lifting the socialite by her armpits, "let's get you up, Mrs. Farrington."

Erina and Mia half dragged and half carried the dazed and delirious beauty down the hall to the breakroom.

With Miranda Farrington held upright, the damage became even more apparent as the urine-soaked skirt clung to her shapely ass. By now, the urine had seeped into the fibres of the white fabric, creating an unsightly yellow stain that not only spread all the way down the designer skirt, but also up past her waist towards her back.

The strong stench of ammonia continued to waft from the dazed woman's body as she struggled to keep her balance.

As they entered the breakroom, the duo quickly led the confused socialite to the middle of the room.

"Just stand still and don't move. Erina is finding you something to wear," ordered Mia.

"Mhmmm," whimpered the formerly elegant beauty, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she stared blankly into space, her eyes wide and glassy.

"But first, let's get you out of these soiled clothes," smiled Mia as she began stripping the woman's wet skirt and panties off.

"Hmmm..." mumbled the confused socialite.

As she stood in the middle of the room, Miranda Farrington's legs trembled while her bottom lip quivered. Her mind was left in such a state of confusion and drowsiness that she could barely comprehend her surroundings let alone register the fact that Mia had just unzipped her skirt and tugged it all the way down to her ankles.

Seeing the socialite's drench panties, an idea popped into Mia's mind. She momentarily left the room, leaving Miranda Farrington standing with her wet panties and tights still around her hips.

Upon her return, Mia was pleasantly surprised to find that the socialite hadn't moved a single inch. The humiliating trauma had done a number on her mental state, rendering the formerly arrogant socialite in a stupor-like state.

After snapping a few more full body photos with the socialite's face in clear view, Mia helped the dazed woman onto her back and in the process removed her expensive Louboutin stilettos.

As she lay on the cold floor, the humiliated and embarrassed beauty could only whimper. Her drenched panties and tights clung to her hips like a second skin, the material having been saturated with the ammonia-laced urine.

Despite feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment, a small portion of the socialite's mind acknowledged that she needed Mia's help to change her out of her soiled clothes.

While she was somewhat prepared for Mia to take off her wet panties and tights, she was taken aback when Mia did something quite odd and unexpected by lifting her legs and bottom into the air.

"W-wha...what?" whimpered the former beauty, her speech slurred and slow.

Mia quickly slid an unfamiliar and thick padding under Miranda Farrington's soiled panties before lowering her back down, producing a squish as her backside met the padding.

Before the socialite could even react, Mia pulled the strange material up between her legs and fastened it snugly around her crotch.

It was then that Miranda Farrington grasped the full nature of her predicament, one that was beyond mortifying. She had just been diapered, but there was an unsettling feeling that something was not quite right. Why did she still feel a damp squishiness?

Tilting her head up to look at the diaper, Miranda's heart dropped, her eyes widening in confusion. Why did Mia diaper her over her soiled panties?

"W-why did you d-diaper me o-over my p-panties," questioned the confused beauty, her eyes glazing over.

"Because," giggled Mia, "nothing humbles an entitled b*tch more than a diaper rash. The diaper will lock in the stench while insulating your delicate and sensitive parts. The mixture of body heat and the moisture from your urine soaked panties will inevitably cause a rash. The irritation will leave your skin red and sore. The smell will also be trapped between the diaper and your panties, so you can't hide the scent. The best part is that no one would ever guess the real reason for the smell and your red and chafed legs. All people will notice is the smell and your diaper rash. You won't be able to show off those beautiful legs for a while with the smell and all the itching and scratching."

"N-no...n-no...y-you can't. Y-you c-can't do t-that. P-please. N-no...n-no," the humiliated socialite begged.

"If you can stand up in five seconds, I may reconsider," said Mia.

The socialite attempted to roll onto her stomach and push herself up with her arms, but her effort proved futile. The thick padding around her hips made it nearly impossible to stand up without looking like a fool.

She managed to stand up although barely, but her balance was off, her body swaying unsteadily as she stood, the diaper between her legs weighing her down.

"I have a better idea. Lift," commanded Mia as she tapped the side of the socialite's leg.

The humiliated woman reluctantly obeyed as Mia inserted one leg at a time into an unflattering pair of full cut panties, which were tugged up and around her diaper. The elastic was tight and constricting, making the padding feel much thicker and bulkier between her legs.

Just then, Erina returned with a set of clothes in her arms. Her smile grew wide as she spotted the former beauty in the thick diaper.

"Wow...just wow," replied Erina, snapping a few photos.

"N-no, p-please, s-stop, n-no pictures, p-please," begged the former beauty, her speech still slurred, "p-people can't see me like this."

"Oh, it looks like you actually got some pee on your blouse as well. We'll need to get you changed," grinned Mia, completely ignoring the woman's pleas.

"M-my...my blouse?" asked the confused and distressed beauty.

Erina approached the disheveled socialite, first removing her designer blazer and vest before gently unbuttoning her damp blouse, leaving the once proud beauty standing in a diaper and bra.

Miranda's eyes widened in horror as she glanced down. A damp patch had formed on the front of her blouse. She had indeed peed through her skirt and panties, leading to the unfortunate stain on her blouse.

The two stylists quickly began dressing the socialite. They put her into an old moss green knit sweater and a pair of loose tan sweatpants, followed by a pair of cheap tennis shoes.

When the stylists finished their work, the former beauty was left looking disheveled and unkempt. Her formerly immaculate and elegant clothes were replaced with a set of baggy and unattractive pieces. The outfit looked like something a homeless person would wear, especially the oversized sweater that swallowed her small frame.

"W-w-why...I...t-this can't...p-please...d-don't make me go out like this," the humiliated beauty stammered, her voice shaky and trembling, "p-please..."

"Don't worry, we'll call your driver for you, and we'll leave your soiled clothes here so you can come get them next time," smiled Erina, "we'll keep the photos of you in a compromised position in case you decide to sue or anything."

"Please...I-I'll pay. Please...you can't make me go out like this. T-the d-diaper...the smell...people will see. R-rumors will spread," cried the former beauty.

"Go look at yourself in the mirror. Do you think anyone will recognize you as the Miranda Farrington?" grinned Mia, leading the diapered socialite to the mirror.

The dazed beauty stared at her reflection, her jaw dropping and her heart sinking as she looked at her altered appearance. Gone was her once beautiful blonde hair. It was now cut short with uneven bangs that framed her face, accentuating her rounder features. Her face was devoid of any makeup, and the light blonde stubble on her upper lip was clearly visible, adding a strange look to her appearance. Her usually stylish outfit had been replaced with a set of ill-fitting and unattractive clothes.

The defeated and humiliated beauty could hardly recognize the woman in the reflection.

"Look at yourself, who would even believe that this was once a beautiful and glamorous fashionista? You can't even recognize yourself," grinned Mia.

"No one would ever believe that this is the great and powerful Mrs. Miranda Farrington," said Erina, "it's almost like you're a totally different person. In fact, no one would ever even guess that it was you."

"N-no. t-this can't be m-me. W-what have you d-done to m-me?" the defeated and disoriented beauty whispered to herself.

"Whoever you were is gone," replied Mia, "you've been transformed into this old and wrinkled hag. You don't deserve to have the name of a fashionista. Your days of looking beautiful and glamorous are over. From now on, you'll come through the back doors every Saturday and Sunday. You'll arrive without any makeup, second-hand clothes, and a diaper as well."

"B-but," whimpered the disoriented beauty.

"That's not all, you'll be in charge of cleaning the salon," smirked Erina, "if you do not accept these conditions, we will send these photos of you looking like this and in a diaper to all the gossip sites. Your friends and family will abandon you. Your reputation will be destroyed. The glamorous socialite, Miranda Farrington will be a distant memory."

"N-no, p-please. I-I'll do anything, b-but you can't do that," begged the defeated beauty.

"Sign this contract of employment as the cleaner, and you'll work here every weekend until further notice, then we'll keep these photos a secret," replied Mia, handing a piece of paper and pen to the humiliated beauty, "sign here."

Miranda Farrington had **** but to sign. Little did she know that her life as a high-society fashionista would never be the same again.

Once Mia and Erina filed away the signed contract, they quickly escorted the humiliated beauty to the back door.

As the defeated socialite stumbled out the door, a car was waiting for her with the backseat door open.

"Go, get in. We'll see you in a couple days for your shift," said Erina, patting the defeated socialite on her diapered bottom.

Miranda Farrington's once impeccable and perfect reputation as a glamorous and beautiful socialite was destroyed, her once flawless beauty turned into an ugly mess.

Her pride and dignity would forever be shattered.

From now on, the formerly beautiful and glamorous socialite would be nothing more than a plain and ugly cleaning lady, working in a hair salon.

From Monday to Friday, she would be the wealthy and famous fashionista, socialite. On the weekends, she would be a simple cleaning lady, cleaning toilets, emptying garbage, or scrubbing the floors of a hair salon and dressed in cheap and ugly clothing, wearing a thick and embarrassing diaper between her legs.

No one would recognize her. Her friends and family would never find out. If she complied with the two stylists, her life as a socialite would hopefully continue uninterrupted.

Outwardly, the new cleaning lady at "Aura Salon" would still be the glamorous Miranda Farrington, but would her mind allow her to return to her former self, the confident and proud socialite?

Would she ever be able to look at her reflection the same way again, knowing that under her fancy and expensive clothes, she was a diapered and unkempt old lady?

As a socialite, she could afford to spend hundreds on her wardrobe and thousands on her makeup, but would she have the strength to look in the mirror and face the truth?

Miranda Farrington had never looked ugly in her life, but her confidence was shattered. The once confident and beautiful fashionista was now a scared and timid woman.

Would she ever be able to accept people complimenting her beautiful and glamorous looks again?

Would this be her life? Would she ever be the same again?

Would she have to continue living the rest of her life as the cleaning lady at a beauty salon on the weekends?

Miranda Farrington once had everything. Her arrogance and entitled behavior had cost her. Now, she was nothing more than an ugly cleaning lady.

The End.