Joy's big change (commission)

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Summer had hit the small town of Rockgreen with full force. Not even fans or PokéCoolers could keep the heat at bay inside the Pokémon Center. Nurse Joy, usually cheerful and composed, was struggling with her iconic pink hairstyle as sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Ugh!" she sighed, wiping her brow with her sleeve. "This bun is cooking my brain..."

After finishing a long shift—treating a sunburned Squirtle and stabilizing an overheated Pikachu—Joy paused in front of the hallway mirror. She took off her nurse cap and sighed as her fringe stuck messily to her skin.

"I'm so done looking like a doll. I need... air. And a fan won’t cut it."

Minutes later, she stepped into Lia’s Hair Salon, a cozy place run by a young, green-haired stylist. The doorbell jingled as Joy entered.

"Joy?!" Lia blinked, mid-sweep. "Did your hair lose a battle with a Charizard?"

"Worse—summer heat," Joy replied, fanning herself with a magazine. "Do you have time?"

"For you? Always. Hop in."

Joy sat down in the swivel chair, and Lia gently undid her signature hairstyle. Her long pink hair spilled over her shoulders like cotton candy.

"Wow... I’ve never seen it down. It’s... gorgeous," Lia said, honestly impressed.

"And a nightmare in this weather. I want a change. A radical one."

"Radical like, 'I got soft layers'... or radical like, 'I ran away from the Joy mansion to join a punk band'?"

"The second one. Surprise me."

Lia's eyes lit up. She grabbed her spray bottle and began soaking Joy’s hair. The carefully arranged fringe collapsed, falling messily over her eyes.

"Now you can't even see a Pidgey flying at you," Lia chuckled.

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry," Joy muttered, brushing it away.

Lia smiled and combed her bangs back, revealing Joy’s forehead for the first time in years.

"There you are. Nice forehead."

"And you should consider stand-up comedy," Joy said with a smirk.

Then the scissors came out. Swiftly, Lia trimmed Joy’s hair into a sleek bob, with straight blunt bangs brushing just above her eyes. Joy stared at the mirror.

"This already feels like a new life... But can we go further?"

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as a Blastoise shoots water."

"Then let's go."

Lia gently tilted Joy’s head forward and buzzed the nape clean with the clippers. Zzzzzzzz. Joy stifled a laugh.

"That… that tickles!"

"And I haven’t even touched the sides," Lia replied, grinning.

Soon, the sides were clipped short too, transforming the bob into a bold bowl cut. Then came the dyes.

"How about fiery red?"

"Why not? I'm already halfway to a rock concert."

The red blazed brightly... but not for long.

"Now platinum blonde. Just practicing last-minute changes," Lia said playfully.

Joy marveled at every step, every new look, until Lia said with a teasing tone:

"Okay. Time for the final boss cut."

"I'm ready."

Zzzzzzzz. The clippers passed over the top, shapin