Meeting the young lady in the mirror

Waiting here with silent obedience as the girls gathered the makeup supplies. Ten minutes earlier, I had washed my face with a Neutrogena facewash and lathered it with a soothing Shisheido moisterizer.

 

They started first with a light base and some concealer to hide the imperfections above my lips and under the eyes. A layer of liquid foundation was then applied followed by some moderately heavy powder to smooth out any remaining imperfections on my skin.

 

The eyes were next. A set of false lashes were glued on. The girls then decorated my eyelids with a medium blue shadow and highlighted my eyes with a black eyeliner. Two coats of mascara completed the design.

 

Some more powder was then applied followed by some pink blush to highlight and raise my cheekbones. My lips were contoured with a deep red pencil and then two coats of vibrant red lipstick were glided across my lips. A shimmery red lip gloss completed what was now my totally efeminate visage.

 

Standing before me in the mirror was now a shy young lady. As I caught glimpse of her, the girls instructed me to smile. Smiling back were a set of lightly sparkling lips carried beautifully by two glowing pink cheeks. And that set of eyes! The fake lashes and blue shadow highlighted what seemed to be shyness emanating from the delicately decorated eyes. And yet, her occasional timid glance would capture my curiosity, as if it was tempting me to explore the mysteries hiding beneath it.

 

I quickly broke out of the daydream. I was her, and she was now me.

Done