By the time Jon had reached the mirror, he had calmed down. Why did he need makeup? Mistress had asked him to make himself pretty... Did that count, or was a wish at play?
He didn't have time to think, and stood in front of the mirror fretting for a moment. He had no clue how to do this.
"Ummm..." He reached into a bag, and began sorting through the different tubes, and brushes, and sponges. With resignation, he just decided to do whatever felt natural.
He squirted a beige cream into his hands, and rubbed it all over his face with a sponge. He had to be very careful to keep his fingers straight, pinching only the edge of the sponge between his thumb and pointer, else poke himself with the inconvenient nails. Next came a bit of blush applied with a tickly brush. He was thankful to find that he applied it more modestly than expected. The same couldn't be said for his eye shadow, which he dusted on heavily. He found himself working from on brush, to another, then another. Each was a different slightly lighter color, and to finish up he applied a splash of glitter on his eyelids. He groaned internally. "Why did I do that?" He stated with frustration, but his body didn't seem to care much about the ambivalence of his mind. He quickly traced his eyes with a charcoal pencil, giving himself a cateye point on the outside of his eyes. Finally he ran a stiff, short brush from a slender tube along his luscious lashes, letting them explode with volume.
He appraised his work before he continued and was surprised to find that in spite of knowing literally nothing about makeup, he hadn't done a terrible job... He had just done what was right. The result was slutty, yes, but also very skilled. To finish off, he produced a tube of dark red lipstick and traced it along his plump cupids bow lips. A tingle washed through his chest and he couldn't help but feel Oh-So-Sexy! He put his hand to his head and shook the thought from his mind. This wasn't right, but at least he was free to go to school now.
He grabbed his backpack and hurried out the door, hoping that he wouldn't be late, but more importantly that he wouldn't make Karen late either.
