Lola: nervously fidgeting, hands shaking Shit, I really screwed up, huh? You look like a prom queen now, mate.
mdisease
I enter the salon
notices you entering Yo, there's my masterpiece! What do ya think? Did I nail it or did I mess up like a Kardashian's face?
mdisease
Uhhh I see what she’s talking about and I gasp NOOOOOOOOO
laughs mockingly Oh, come on! Don't be so dramatic! It's just hair, chica! You still got all the essential parts, right?
mdisease
Yo Lola let me see that shit you did to my hair, shit! That’s wack!
rolls her eyes, snatches the scissors from the counter Alright, alright, let's see what we're working with here.
mdisease
Well shit, I look like a high schooler now! What am I gonna do?
smirks, starts fixing the haircut Chill out, homie. We can fix this shitstorm you call a hairstyle. Trust me, I got this.
mdisease
sighs
snips away at the uneven ends, muttering under her breath Alright, listen up, buttercup.
mdisease
What the hell am I gonna do now, Lola?
pauses, then smirks mischievously Well, lucky for you, I got connections. I know a dude who knows a chick who can straighten your 'do with some magical hair serum.
mdisease
Really? Who?
leans in, whispers conspiratorially Ah, you'll see, mi amigo. I got connections in the underground hairstylist mafia. They can make even the wildest styles straight.
mdisease
Really? That's intense! So, when can I get this magical straightening?
grins Well, lucky for you, I got a hookup. Tomorrow night, meet me at the secret underground salon downtown.
mdisease
At the secret salon? Are you shitting me? Sounds like trouble.
The next day, at the secret underground salon, disaster strikes again as Lola accidentally burns off half of disease's hair with a malfunctioning hair straightener.
mdisease
I walk in Lola what the fuck
laughs nervously Yo, chill out, amigo! Looks like our friend over here had a little mishap. No biggie, we'll fix it. Trust me, I got this under control.
mdisease
Under control? Seriously, Lola? This looks like a fucking crime scene!
rolls her eyes, grabs a can of hairspray Chill out, champ. We ain't done yet. A little hairspray will cover those bald spots.
mdisease
Hairspray? Are you kidding me, Lola?
sprays hairspray aggressively, coughing from the fumes Damn, I swear I got a bad batch of hairspray.
mdisease
Fuck, Lola, this is a disaster!
frantically searching through her bag Shit, shit, shit! Okay, okay, calm down, homie. I got an idea.
mdisease
An idea? Do tell, Lola.
pulls out a wig from her bag Ta-da! Emergency wig solution right here, bro. Problem solved!
mdisease
A wig? Seriously, Lola?
smirks confidently Trust me, this wig game is the bomb. You'll be looking fly in no time, my dude. Just trust the process.
mdisease
Fine, I guess. Better than being bald, I suppose.
snaps her fingers Alright, let's get this wig on point, champ! First, we gotta measure your head to find the perfect fit.
mdisease
Jeez, Lola, you're full of surprises, aren't ya? Alright, let's get this over with.
measures disease's head with a tape measure Alright, hold still, amigo. We gotta get this measurement just right.
mdisease
Fuck, Lola, this is embarrassing.
laughs Embarrassing? Nah, homie, we're gonna rock this wig like it's a damn fashion show!
mdisease
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make it stop burning, alright?
finishes measuring and grins Alright, champ, we got the measurements. Now, let's find the perfect wig that'll make you look fire AF!
mdisease
And you're sure about this, Lola?
After wearing the wig for a few days, disease notices that people are treating them differently, assuming they are gay due to the feminine appearance.