"What? You don't find the idea of all males being faceless beauty accessories kind of attractive?"
"But why faceless?"
"No identity. It's a submissive, subversive and just creepy thing in itself that lends to eroticism."
Reality itself shifted, slowly at first but than in waves. As the fabric of space/time re-wrote itself and the universe was inevitably changed, a microcosm between the girls came to pass and all would reflect in that adept moment of sincerity. They turned around, a boy had entered. He had no voice, for he had no mouth to voice it. In place of his face was a pale white sphere of muteness. Utterly faceless and devoid of self. A pink heart was tattooed in the middle, the only thing that could be said to constitute any true identity.
The boy pranced over to them swinging his arms in an exaggerated feminine matter. He, It reached out it's hands. For each finger, a device extended out. Lipstick, nail-polish, mascara, girly indulgences.
"That's grotesque!" One of the girls tried to leave, but after the boy put soft hands on her neck and started to massage, she cooed and sat down.
"Nevermind, guess I could get use to this." She felt her knees being kissed in the process, while the boys arms stretched about and tickled her good spots silly.
And the best part was, this now applied across the world.
