The time finally came when I wasn't allowed to come to work without my hair tied up. I always kept it loose because it was easy, and as a man I really didn't know many hairstyles. I only put my hair up in a ponytail once with the help of Mistress, and even that was a struggle. But my superiors had other plans for me. They specifically instructed me that from now on, I had to wear my hair in a bun when coming to work. They said it would give me a professional look, whatever that means.

I broke the news to Mistress, and to my surprise, she was stoked. She'd been trying to get me to learn how to do a bun for weeks, and now it was finally happening. She handed me a claw clip and said, "Show me what you've got!" I tried my best, but let's just say it was a hot mess. I struggled for a few minutes, but finally managed to get all my hair up in some sort of bun. Mistress came over and inspected my handiwork, and her reaction was not what I expected. "What kind of monstrosity is this?" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. I was taken aback, I'd never seen her so angry before.

She ordered me to redo the bun and wear it to work for a whole week, and I was like, "Okay, okay, I'll try my best, I swear!" But deep down, I was terrified. I had no idea how my superiors were going to react to my... um... unique hairdo. And to make matters worse, Mistress seemed completely unaware of the humiliation I was going to face at work. I could already imagine the comments, the snickers, the pitying glances. How was I going to get through this?