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Recently, Kaguya had been scheming. Iroha knew her well enough to know that was a bad thing. Whenever Kaguya got scheming, that meant mischief would follow.
She should have prepared herself. Instead, she left herself open to an ambush.
Little did she know that Kaguya would have support.
One day, a day like any other, Iroha and Kaguya were having lunch with Mami and Roka. It was a pleasant meal, a time for them to chat and share gossip. But as they were getting up to go, Iroha found herself surrounded. Roka held one arm, Mami the other, with Kaguya standing in front of her.
“Iroha!” Iroha gulped, afraid of what Kaguya had planned for her. “You need a makeover!”
Iroha was a little confused, but no less scared.
“Your style is always so boring! So we were talking and we decided that we would be the ones to fix that for you.”
It was a gyaru ambush.
The prisoner was taken back to Kaguya’s apartment— that was to say, her own.
Each of the three were prepared. Makeup, clothes, accessories… Iroha was fearing for her sense of style.
It wasn’t even like Iroha didn’t know how to do makeup. She knew how to dress up nice and even had a lot of nice clothes. But she preferred a more humble style, and evidently, that was not enough to satisfy the predators she found herself in the midst of.
Not that she had anything against gyaru, but it just wasn’t her style.
It wasn’t her choice anymore.
Iroha was given a bundle of clothes and told to change. She left for her room. Several minutes later, she returned. The clothes she had been given weren’t the worst, in terms of being flashy, but it was still more than she would usually wear.
She hoped the next step wouldn’t be dying her hair blonde.
It wasn’t. The next step was makeup. That was worse.
The three of them got to work painting Iroha’s face. All Iroha could do under that kind of assault was to sit there and let it happen. Product after product… Iroha couldn’t see what they were doing to her, but after a point, she felt like they were going above and beyond. Even they didn’t use that much makeup in their day to day lives.
Once they were finally done, Iroha asked, “Can I at least see a mirror now?”
Kaguya shook her head vigorously. “Nope! We gotta finish this before showing you. No point in stopping halfway!”
Indeed, there was more to be done. She was barraged with accessories. They even had long fake nails for her. Iroha was beginning to feel like a doll in the hands of her friends. And from the way she was being manhandled, especially by Kaguya and Roka, she was beginning to suspect their intentions might not be totally pure.
Finally, they were done dolling her up. Iroha’s makeover was complete. And once this was over, she would never have to worry about this again.
Kaguya went hunting for a full body mirror. When she returned with it in hand, Iroha gasped. Behind her, Roka and Mami giggled with delight.
Iroha expected to not care for how she looked afterwards. Since the makeover had happened without asking her, her feelings were irrelevant to the final product… but she had to admit, her friends knew her well. The makeover wasn’t anything all that wild, somehow. It accented all of her strengths and worked around her weaknesses. All in all, it was an improvement.
She made for a cute gyaru.
She wouldn’t even mind doing this again.
And they didn’t make her dye her hair.
“Well? What do you think?” Kaguya had a grin on her face which was at once both cute and irritating. She was just waiting for Iroha to admit that the makeover was a good idea. As soon as the words left Iroha’s mouth, she knew that Kaguya was going to respond with “I told you so.”
It was inevitable.
Iroha was still too embarrassed to go outside like that. It was a good thing this happened after they ate, or else the girls might be dragging her out for an outing while she was still dressed up.
She might not be opposed to going out like this in the future, but it would need to be scaled back. Less makeup, less flashy clothes… Other styles of gyaru could suit her better, perhaps.
She would wait for Mami and Roka to go home. Then she could wipe off her makeup, take off her clothes, and get back into something comfortable.
She was most looking forward to taking those nails off. No matter how cute they might be on other people, she found them too much of a bother. She couldn’t even pick up her phone without serious effort.
Eventually, Roka and Mami were done doting on Iroha. They had trains to catch, so they had to head home.
“Iroha! You’re so so so cute! You need to do this more.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s cute…” Iroha was already busy trying to pry off her fake nails. But the same problem that made picking up her phone difficult was an issue here. The glue was strong, too. Would she have to sleep like this? How would she be able to remove her makeup or get undressed…?
Kaguya’s grin supplied an answer. She would get help.
It wouldn’t be the first time Kaguya undressed her.