I went into my room and cried. Then I detected that I was wearing mascara and make up. This was washed all over my now girlyfied face…
It looked terrible when I saw it into the mirror after some time.
Suddenly I thought about Jenny, the girl from earlier and found her number in my mobile. Then I called her and told her that I now wanted to join her for the shopping tour. She was very happy:
I washed my face, which was dirty from the mascara, which was destroyed by my tears; I just cried about my fate. I didn't even noticed that I was wearing mascara, but my mothers magic seemed to have done a good and complete job, whether I liked it or not I was a girl now…
I decided not to put on any new mascara or any kind of make up and rushed to the mall to meet with Jenny…
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