This choice: The mother of all make-overs. • Go Back...Chapter #5The mother of all make-overs. by: Unknown "Now to make him pretty!" Sophie declared, holding a flat brush in one hand and a pale of lipstick in the other. The others rejoiced their agreement.
Oh dear lord help me! you thought.
As was routine by now, they slammed you into the office chair; the same way the FBI would do when they wanted to intimidate a dangerous criminal they were about to interrogate. They didn't need any roughhousing; you were intimidated sufficiently for certain by the ton of narcotics they were busy unpacking on Melody's cabinet in front of you.
Sophie tried to smear the pale of lipstick onto your lips, you pulled your face away in disgust and revulsion: "No way!"
"Yes way!" Sophie said: "Now hold your head still! Fluff up time!"
"Go take a long jump off a short cliff!" You rebuked.
"How rude!" she said and tried once more.
Melody then grasped your ears in her hands and pulled; You yelped in agony: "Hold still, little brother. You don't want to be losing your ears. Katie, help me hold his head in position."
With the combined actions of Katie keeping your neck firmly solid and your sister threatening to tear off your ears if you moved, you succumbed to their tyranny.
"You're evil." You said to your sister, through clenched teeth and teary eyes.
"We can do this quick way, or the painful way. Now keep your face straight. We're going to make you beautiful." Melody said, clearly enjoying exerting power over you.
"And puff up your lips." Sophie said; her lipstick hovering above your face in anticipation: "I can't do anything if you scowl so much."
An agonizing wank of your ears by Melody quickly made you obedient and you complied, although with great reluctance. You could hear Sophie giggling as she began the disfigurement of your face.
"I'll start with plucking his eyebrows." Janet said, picking up a hideous looking device from the table. A bizarre looking set of tweezers.
"Wait what?!! What are you going to do?" you asked, flabbergasted. Plucking someone's eyebrows sounded so midieval!
"And then goes your eyelashes, Evan!" she said enthusiastically: "Now close those eyes."
You didn't need any prompting. As Janet held the tweezers close to your brow, you squinted, then shut them completely in fear that she was about to poke out your eyeballs.
To your surprise, the process was quite painless. Nothing more than pinching your skin, as Janet removed your threads of hair one by one. It was almost enjoyable, but you sure as the moon wasn't cheese going to show them that!
Sophie appeared to be finished with your lips. They felt waxy, as if covered with plastic. Next she used the brush to apply powder to your cheeks, chin and nose.
"Now to add some colour!" she hummed cheerfully: "You have a nice face, Evan, truly. Like you were meant to wear make-up."
You just growled your disagreement; knowing by now that nothing you said would make her any less pleased with dollying you up.
Then Janet switched her attention from your eyebrows to your eyelashes: "Now you must keep really, REALLY still, Evan. Unless of course you don't mind losing an eye." You took her word for it, as well as her advice and kept deathly still.
"Well, well, little brother. You truly are into this sort of thing aren't you? What? You're not even going to deny it? It's okay. We don't mind boys who like to come in touch with their feminine side. Don't worry, your secret is safe with us!" And she laughed mockingly. The witch!! She chose to taunt you exactly when you didn't dare move or speak; while Janet was busy depleting with your eyelashes with an unpleasantly sharp object; knowing full well that you would have had a sharp immediate comeback. Damn her.
You heard Janet put down the tweezers; thinking she was done, you started opening your eyes: "No Evan, keep em closed. I'm not finished yet. Time for some lovely false eyelashes!"
"I already have eyelashes!" you said, disgruntled.
"Not anymore. I removed them."
"You...what?" You asked, astonished.
"You're so cute when you complain." Janet replied, ignoring you.
"Oh, so I'm cute when I'm suffering?!" You asked incredulous and irritated by their continues callous demeanor with which they mistreated you.
"Yep. Now be quiet and still." she ordered and applied a glue-like substance to the top off your eyelids. Following that immediately before you could ask what she was up to, Janet slapped on held down 2 plastic things on both lids.
"Oh, you look radiant now, Evan. Eyelash galore for you." she giggled. What was it with girls and giggling; they didn't seemed to get enough of it??
"Done. But keep em closed. They still net to dry in the atmosphere. You're up Sophie." Janet said.
Next you felt something akin to a fat wet pen or crayon tracing across the contours of your closed eyes: "Some yellow for flare!" Sophie said: "It'll fit well with Yoko's red hair."
"Speaking of which, since I'm done, I think I'll quickly run to the pharmacy to get the permanent wig and gel. I'll just be back in a jiffy" Janet said.
"You do that. We'll be right here waiting, won't we Evan?" Melody said, fondling your hair. You grumbled in reply.
Following that, you then felt Sophie getting busy with a last quash brush directly on your eyelids: "And last, but not least: some eyeshadow! Ohoo!"
Next, pressure on your earlobes made you aware that Sophie had placed something feeling like prestic on them: "Yoko doesn't have earrings, but I thought: oh so cute! He just has to have some clip-on's! What you say, Mel?"
"Do it!" Melody said, releasing your red raw ear shells for the first time in minutes; it felt like circulation returning as the blood flowed through them.
You felt like hairpins were inserted and closed over your ears; luckily whatever they were, they covered a wide area across your earlobes so as not to pinch them too badly in one place.
"Right sport, you can open. Behold the new you!" Mel said.
From the sound of their consistent giggling you suspected that they had uglified your miserable face to the point of extreme; that they were going to make you walk the streets looking like a clown.
Opening your eyes revealed nothing you could have hoped to expect. You gawked at yourself in amazement and mezmeration.
In short you were...what? Pretty? Idiotic you knew. But the fact remained that your sister and her goofing friends had succeeded in making you appear like an ultra feminine girly girl.
You had to concentrate to recognize yourself. How so little make-up could change someone so drastically...it was queer and admittedly fantastic. The eyeliner and eyeshadow softened your eyes and the lipstick made your lips very un-male. Your entire face's features had been rearranged to become feminine. The eyelashes was the cherry on the cake.
Only your short hair hinted at you being anything other than a girl. Your face actually made the skimpy anime clothes you were wearing suit you!
You never thought it possible that you could be physically attracted to yourself, yet here you were, eyeing your reflection.
Your sister squeezed your shoulders: "You like it?" she laughed; there was no fooling her as she had watched you the entire time: "It's okay for a girl to fall in love with herself." You REALLY didn't like the way she referred to you in the female pronoun.
Sophie and Katie stared at you in awe. Obviously they looked as if they had outdone themselves.
"So what do you say, little brother? We going to the convention now? Nobody's going to recognize you. You're girlier than we are." Mel asked. You had to confess; even your mother would not be able to identify you, let alone anyone that knew you.
Janet arrived at that moment with the wig. This was a fairly unique item. It looked real. Professional. The hair was smooth and flowing, not as crass and fake as the one your sister had supplied earlier.
"Do I have to?" You asked Melody dejectedly as you saw what they intended to place upon your head.
"Sit still, or we make you." was all she said.
They then dumped something that felt as eerie and cold as unboiled eggs on your head. The perma-gel. They smeared it into your head nice and good; as if they were folding the dough for a cake.
"Will this ever come out?" you asked angry.
"Relax. It'll only last for a day. Eyes straight, thank you." Then, like crowning their masterpiece with the final part, the girls lowered the permanent red wig onto your head. You felt like an abducted person about to have a brainscrambler device placed on your head by aliens.
The whooting and cheering of the girls signified completion.
Katie took a pare of scissors and cut misplaced strands of hair away, while also styling your hair to be similar to that of Yoko Littner. Melody added the finishing touch of placing the skull-hairpin to the side of your head.
A last gander in the mirror revealed that, for all intents and purposes, that You were now Yoko Littner.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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