Warden-x-Reader: Love by the Watchtower Light

Male-Makeover

You were led to a very plain room that had a sink, a desk chair, and a table with some supplies on it, you were shoved into the chair by Bruce, it rocked back on it's wheeled-legs with force.

"C-cut her hair into a short pixie style, but just short enough to pass in Superjail, and give her an orange jumpsuit, then have NOVA give her a few tattoos of her choice to help blend her in...o-okay?" Cherise said nervously going down the list on a clipboard that the Mistress had given her.

"Got it." Bruce said with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face as Cherise left you to his mercy.

You trembled as Bruce kick-rolled the chair over to a sink that was settled in the corner of the room, he then pulled a lever under the seat that tilted it back at an angle against the sink basin. You huffed as the force knocked a bit of breath out of you, but this was it...no turning back now, your sentence depended on it.

The cold water poured over your head as Bruce roughly shampooed, conditioned, and rinsed your hair out. He brought over a towel and dried it, but that was just the end of the first step because then he walked over to the table and plugged in a pair of hair clippers. You were rolled over closer to the table to do the next part, and that's when you heard the awful buzzing right next to your ears. Your eyes shut as you felt piles and piles of hair fall to the cold floor around you, then you heard snipping from scissors that cleaned up the edges of whatever horrible haircut you were being forcefully given.

"Here." Bruce said gruffly as you felt something hard shoved against your flat-chest.

Your eyes opened as you saw a mirror laying there, waiting to be picked up.

"What do you think?" He asked plainly.

You held the mirror up slowly as not to be too terrified when you'd see the hack job that was done to your once (h/c) decent-length hair, "I-it's..." You looked and your eyes widened in shock, "...Actually not that bad." You beamed with a sense of relief.

Your hair was short around the ears, fluffy around the top, and V-shaped at the top of your neck. You noticed your glasses had gotten some hair-flecks stuck to them and quickly took them off to wipe the pink lenses off with the towel that was used to dry your hair and keep the flecks off your clothes. Bruce was almost smiling at the response to his otherwise "manly" work but seeing as how no one else seemed to care that he was a female at one point, you were actually impressed at the feminine skill of haircutting he seemed to possess.

"Good, cause we're not one-hundred percent done yet." He rolled the chair over to another corner of the room with a hard push that kinda made you a bit dizzy, "Nova! We're ready for you!" He yelled out into the room.

With that the pink, flat bodied, robot with a human face floated in and asked in the robotic tone it usually had,

"What tattoos would you like and where?" She questioned readying a tattoo needle.

"Um...I'm not a big tattoo person, I-I actually have a fear of needles." You stuttered looking at the machine with terror.

"The Mistress has instructed me to give you tattoos that would be befitting of that of a Superjail male inmate of your choice from this sheet." Nova added with a strict tone handing you a piece of paper with some decently rebel-ish looking designs on it.

Your eyes darted left and right trying to think of something, whether it be something to get out of this part of the deal or a way to make it less painful for you to tolerate even if you had to choose a tattoo, "C-could you numb the spots before you do them?" You had a faint hope in your eyes that she would.

Nova looked at you with a deadpan expression then sighed in compliance, "Yes, I can do that if you so wish."

You sighed in relief at this and listed a few of the designs you thought would look ok after this whole fiasco was over and then picked the semi-visible locations they would be placed on your body. 'These robots have no respect for humans or their pains and fears.' You thought to yourself as Nova numbed and inked away paying you no mind while doing so, then left after she was finished.

A while later you were told to dress in an orange jumpsuit like those at Superjail, how Mistress had gotten one was beyond anyone's knowledge but yet she had one in her possession. Bruce turned around so you could change, 'How very gentlemanly of him.' you thought sarcastically.

It was actually a decent fit, didn't drag on the floor or smother your hands in the sleeves. You decided you would alter it later when you actually assessed personally what Superjail was like, but it was going to be a while longer before you even got that far.