Kate watched on her laptop screen as her husband stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his chest and walked into the utter stereotype of a teenage girl's room - pink walls, huge dresser, walk-in closet, a vanity littered with cosmetics, a stack of fashion magazines on the nightstand. Posters of pop stars and male models covered much of the walls, and shoes and clothes of all colors and styles littered the floor.
She still couldn't believe this was real. When she woke up to find Steve missing from the bed, she figured he'd gone in early to work (even though that never happened). But here she was, watching the live feed that had somehow appeared on her computer. Her wish had actually come true! He was now, somehow, inexplicably, in the life of some teenybopper!
She watched him rummage through the panty drawer for a few minutes, settling on a lacy, baby blue bikini-cut pair. He ditched the towel, pulled on the panties and then strapped on a matching bra with no trouble at all. His movements were fluid and natural, the look on his face calm and serene - as this was all just part of the same boring routine.
Kate knew this was part of her wish - she wanted Steve to have to act the part, after all. But she also knew that he must be aware of what was going on. She wondered how he was feeling as he walked back towards the bathroom - still in only the girly undergarments - pausing only to press play on the ipod speaker dock on the vanity.
Kate howled with laughter as he shook his booty to the Bruno Mars song that played while he blew his short hair dry, carefully brushing and fluffing it as though he had quite a bit more. He then went to the closet - where Kate could see several school uniforms hanging. Steve seemed to ponder a moment before he grabbed one and began to put it on.
Whoever's life Steve must now be living, Kate figured she must have been the kind of girl who was able to push her school's dress code to the limits. The plaid skirt was far too short to be regulation, and the cap sleeved blouse seemed to be conveniently missing its top few buttons - when Steve turned a certain way she could see the blue lace of his bra cups. He finished the outfit by pulling on a pair of sheer white socks that went just above his knees, a headband of the same tartan pattern as his skirt, and a pair of four inch stiletto maryjanes. Kate thought for sure he'd fall on his face when he stood up, but instead he walked effortlessly to the vanity.
Kate watched, dumbstruck as Steve began to apply all manner of cosmetics - lip gloss, eyeliner, mascara, blush, and on and on. Now it seemed her husband had a beauty routine more involved than her own! She chuckled at the thought and wondered what must be running through his mind.
