In which the teens shrink my skull and give me instant Botox and...a ridge?

I’ve had two makeovers in almost as many days.  I’m beginning to forget what I look like normally. Oh yes...a bit like this...
First up, Rachel and the teens took me in hand.  They stuffed my hair in a streaking cap and yanked bits of it out with a crochet hook.  ‘Is that okay?’ said Rachel.  ‘Does it hurt?’‘Course not,’ I said. ‘It’s absolutely fine. I have a very high pain threshold. ‘And it was fine – for the first five minutes.  Then the cap started pressing i...