Zoe had a bunch of her makeup supplies out. I looked at Athena’s face on her phone. She instructed Zoe to make me up like a dark gothic prince at first, but then she frowned and shook her head. Apparently not liking the design, she then told Zoe to try another style but again she didn’t like it. We tried on a few different styles with Athena gradually liking different parts of each style.
Eventually, Athena decided that she wanted to try a combination of the previous styles and so Zoe set to work. It took a while but eventually Zoe sat back and let Athena observe her handiwork.
“Perfect!” Athena exclaimed when she laid her eyes on me. “Everybody will be able to tell that you’re my bitch now,” she said happily as Zoe handed me a mirror and let me examine myself.
I looked like I belonged at a metal concert. My lips were black, my eyes were black, my eyebrows were thick and black, and my skin looked pale. I already had black hair, so I was set in that regard.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, in shock.
“That’s oh my goddess to you,” Zoe replied. “You look so beautiful, bitch.”
“I bet your pussy is just as beautiful,” Athena called back. “I want you to post your new look on Instagram and Snapchat for everyone to see.” Zoe took my phone and snapped a pic of me, handing me the phone to put it up. “Tell them that you’re Athena’s bitch.”
As I put up the posts, my dread mixed with an understanding that I had no power to change this. I was just a boy. Even my dads couldn’t stop my sisters from ensuring that things didn’t change. Especially at school.
“All done?” Athena asked me.
“Yes, Athena.”
“Don’t use my name when talking to me. I am your goddess. You are my bitch.”
“Y-yes, goddess,” I stammered.
“See you tomorrow, bitch. Bye, Zoe.” She blew me a kiss and ended the voice call.
“You can go now, bitch.” Zoe walked me out of her room and I went to mine to catch up on some homework.
