New School, New Life

"What's this?"

"I told the girl I was going to let my teenage daughter use makeup for the first time, and asked if they had a suitable makeup kit -- of course, given the intended users, it's probably a little on the conservative side, but it should have the basics, and it even has a little book of tips. I'm guessing you haven't tried putting on makeup before."

"Thanks, Daddy, you're a sweetie. Now, get out of here while I try to make myself beautiful."

He left again, and I started to cover myself with the hair removal cream. The instructions said that had to stay on for fifteen minutes, so I read the booklet from the makeup kit.Since about the only place that wasn't covered in the cream was the soles of my feet, I read standing up. I'd pretty much finished the booklet when I was ready to rinse off the cream. This all sounded too easy!

I showered, dried, and used the hotel's entire little bottle of moisturizer. One more item for the shopping list. I'm very blonde, which was good and bad: if I missed any hairs, it wouldn't be noticeable, but apparently it would be pretty easy to overdo the makeup. I wanted to look like a girl, not a guy in drag. So I started with the tweezers on my eyebrows. Just a little to clean up the rough edges.



"Ouch!" Why on Earth would women do that to themselves? I could see why the booklet said I needed to do this first. If I'd put on mascara, it would be running already. Especially since I doubted this was particularly good quality makeup. Oh, well, I'd started now...

I was nowhere near finished the eyebrows when Daddy knocked on the bathroom door.

"You can't come in! Did you get everything?"

"Sure did, honey."

"OK, leave everything there, and go and get some breakfast. I'll text you when you can come back."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely. You are not going to see me 'til I'm good and ready!"

"OK, baby, but you know I'll love you anyway."