Lockdown! 07

Chapter 7

Normally a reserved, kind-hearted person, Veronica had debated with herself many times over the last few days whether or not she was doing the right thing. But after the way the three men had treated her and her friends over the last few years, she always came to the same conclusion. They only had themselves to blame for the mess they had made and if she got to have a little revenge in the process. Well, that was just icing on the cake.

With the supplies she had ordered online having arrived, today was the day the plan got set into motion. Each man would be getting a new look, one that matched the new persona’s they had invented for themselves.

Having studied cosmetology back in college, Veronica had always dreamed of opening her own business and being her own boss. She had just never been given the opportunity. She had always worked for others, most recently in a salon in town but after the pandemic hit, she had been laid off without warning or any kind of compensation.

Entering the bathroom, Veronica held back the urge to laugh. Seeing Paul in his robe, arms crossed and looking unamused, for a moment, she almost felt sorry for him. “If only he knew what was in store for him,” she thought to herself as a smile crossed her lips.

“Come on, Ronny! You’re not really serious about all this, are you?” Paul announced, his body language confident but his voice a little shaky.

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“Deadly,” Veronica replied, “After how miserable you’ve made my life over the past few years. All the women you’ve cheated on me with, there’s a sort of poetic justice in it, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t,” Paul shot back, “And I told you! It was only one time. I was going through a lot at work. I was stressed.”

“Save it, Paula. I’m done with your pathetic lies,” Veronica responded, trying to stay calm. “I know about that thing with your old secretary, and I’ve seen you’re Tinder account. You don’t have any control over me anymore. I have the power now. From now on, no more lies. Every lie you tell is going to result in a punishment. Are we clear?”

Having never seen Veronica so forceful before, Paul was a bit taken aback. Stood there in just a robe, he actually felt a little intimidated. Looking down at the ground, he nodded his head.

“Good,” Veronica cooed, feeling a new sense of confidence wash over her. “Ok, an easy question then. How many women did you actually cheat on me with?”

Flustered and looking very worried, Paul looked up. “I… I… five,” he replied meekly, breathing in heavily through gritted teeth.

“Now that wasn’t so tough, was it, Paula?” Veronica said with a smile. “But what a slutty girl you are, sleeping around like that. Now lose the robe and take a seat in the bathtub. Let’s see if we can match your outer appearance to that whore you are on the inside!”

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With a rather pungent chemical smell filling his nostrils and making him feel nauseous, Paul sat in the chilly bathroom waiting for Veronica’s return. His mind was racing as he worried about what she had done to him and how he now looked.

The last few hours had been some of the most humiliating and stressful of his young adult life. If having practically every hair on his body painfully waxed off wasn’t bad enough. Veronica had filmed the entire process on a camcorder she had set up next to the bathtub. The promise to edit out his private area had done little to calm his nerves.

The pain had been almost unbearable. Starting at his feet, Veronica had worked her way up, chuckling, and grinning as she ripped hair after hair from his body as he howled in pain.

Now, having sat in the tub for god knows how long, Paul had plenty of time to consider which part had hurt most. Mentally it was probably when she did his eyebrows. He didn’t know what they looked like now, but he imagined the worst. He knew he couldn’t hide the damage and couldn’t think of any reason as to why a manly man like him would be sporting a set of plucked arched brows.

As to the physical pain. At the time, he thought it would be his sack, but as painful as it was having his private area ripped of its hairs, it was actually his face. He had actually cried as Veronica tore the strips from his upper lip and around his jaw bone. The pain was so intense, at one point, he thought he was going to pass out.

Suddenly the door opened, and in strode Veronica with a huge grin on her face. “Oh, don’t you look precious,” she announced. “Sorry to keep you waiting so long. It took longer than I thought with the other two.” Paul didn’t reply, he just stared at her and pouted.

“Not very chatty, I see,” she added. “That’s ok. I could do with a bit of peace and quiet after all the whining from your friends. Ok, let’s get that hair finished up, and then we’ll get your face looking all pretty.”

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Seeing the snippets of very light blonde hair falling past his shoulders as Veronica, in her words, gave his hair some character. Paul already knew he wasn’t going to like the results of his forced makeover. But having sat shivering in the bathtub for hours as he rubbed his sore plucked clean body, Paul had lost the will to fight.

Throughout miserable, he just sat there in silence as Veronica went to work on his face. She explained what she was doing throughout, even if Paul was too dazed to listen. Talking about how important it was to prime the skin, blend in colours to get a natural look, and even explaining how overlining the lip line produced the perfect pout.

When she finished, there was no reaction. Paul just sat there like a statue staring at her with contempt in his eyes. Told to get to his feet, he obeyed.

About to walk straight out of the room and escape his own personal hell that he used to call his bathroom. Paul suddenly caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bathroom mirror and stopped dead. For a moment, he just stared in horror at the emasculated version of himself reflecting back at him before his anger boiled over.

Spinning around, Paul extended his arms. “What the hell, Ronny? This is too much. I know you’re angry, but I look like a sissy. You need to change me back, right now!”

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Veronica just smiled and shook her head. “Now, now, Paula. Don’t get yourself all worked up,” she replied in a menacing voice. "You don’t tell me what to do anymore, remember? I like this new look. It suits you. And we haven’t even gotten you dressed up in your pretty new outfit yet!”