The Present, Part Thirteen
Part Thirteen
Sitting there and allowing Amy to move a brush towards his face was already a lot, and Chris had to resist the urge to flinch when the tool came into contact with his cheek. He had already resigned himself to going along with this; the last thing he needed was to give his cousin the satisfaction of enjoying his awkwardness and discomfort along the way. Even if they both knew that this was awkward and uncomfortable, and was going to continue to be as she smugly made him look more and more like a girl.
The additional issue was that Amy was wearing a tank top. It hadn’t really been a problem up until now. However, as she bent forward to apply make-up to his face, Chris had to deal with a perpetual eyeful of her cleavage. He averted his gaze the moment she partially flashed her bra to him, as he was very much not into his cousin like that. Also, so much of her leverage was regarding him being a weirdo/pervert/freak who was interested in her panties; if she caught him glancing down her loose tank top, it would only add fuel to the fire.
Of course, he was nervous that constantly looking away might potentially give her the opportunity to call him out anyway. Regardless, it was a better call than staring at her chest. Twenty seconds later, he thought of a better idea. Or, more accurately, it was provoked. As Amy’s brush moved towards his eye, Chris instinctively closed them for a moment. Which made him realize a majority of what she would be doing was going to be on the upper half of his face. So he merely kept them closed; it wasn’t as if seeing was going to help his situation or do anything to affect Amy’s process. Chris knew very little about make-up, plus Amy was blocking the small mirror she had set placed on the edge of the desk.
Amy didn’t comment on his decision. She merely hummed along with the music here and there while continuing to work. When she finished up with the first brush and swapped to whatever she planned on using next, she said, “Consider yourself lucky, girl. We basically have the same skin tone. And, since I already know how to do my face . . . ” She rubbed his cheek with something, letting her actions finish the thought. A couple minutes later, she gently gripped his chin, “Now, hold still and keep your eyes closed. If you make me mess up, I’ll have to start all over.”
Chris didn’t know whether she meant that regarding his eyes or the entire process; either way, he didn’t want to find out. He was still hoping that getting through all this as quickly as possible was the best way to bring her game to a close.
As much as she seemed to enjoy being in charge, Amy wasn’t flaunting her authority or going out of her way to make the make-up process more difficult than it needed to be. Her brush strokes were delicate as she worked on her cousin’s eyelids. Pink eye shadow that wasn’t too loud, thick winged eyeliner as far as she could go while his eyes were still closed. And, finally, “Open, Chrissy. So I can do the rest.”
He hesitantly did as he was told, his eyes opening and fluttering a bit from the unfamiliar sensation of having make-up on. Still averting his gaze, which ended up being an easier than expected task when she told him to look up and hold there until she was done, it didn’t take long for him to find that maintaining the upward gaze without blinking was difficult in a different way when she was so close to his eyes with the little brush. Then, to round things out, she pulled out a tube of lipstick, commenting while running it over his lips that it was kind of like they were kissing.
Once again, the perfect way to make her cousin uncomfortable. She wasn’t into all that, yet it was still a perfect tease when called for.
The make-up process from beginning to end only took five or ten minutes, though it felt like much longer to Chris. Eventually, Amy pulled the final brush back and set it down off to her side. Then dusting her hands off for dramatic effect, she stepped aside with a smile. “All done, Chrissy! What do you think?”
The bathroom mirror would have been better to take in the finished product. Instead, he only had a small circle on a stand to check his reflection. After leaning forward and pulling the light purple thing a bit closer, Chris parted his lips in surprise. He had been expecting an over-exaggerated image, for Amy to lean hard into making his face look as girly as possible for the sake of embarrassing him. Instead, he found himself looking at what was more or less a female version of himself. Everything she had done merely served to bring out his subtly feminine facial features; the only thing that was somewhat overstated was the eyeliner, though even that worked with the rest. It was a surreal experience, both recognizing himself yet also not recognizing himself at the same time.
“Not bad, right?” Amy stood off to the side. She wore a smug smirk and had a hand on her hip, waiting for Chris to turn his gaze from the mirror to the one who had done such a good job on his transformation. “Speaking of starting all over, don’t you dare touch your face. I don’t care if it itches or you’re not used to it. If you mess anything up, I’m just going to have to wipe the whole section off and do it again.”
“Amy-” He began, barely remembering to use the proper voice, “This is-”
“Amazing?” she giggled, “I know. Who knew my cousin was such a sissy? I’ve always wanted a doll to play dress-up with. I would have done this years ago if I knew you secretly wanted to be a girl. You should have told me, Chrissy! Oh. My. God. Sissy Chrissy. That is literally the cutest thing ever!”
Proving his distaste for the rhyming name immediately, Chris tightened his lips in annoyance and narrowed his gaze. No. Fuck no.
Amy seemed to think the complete opposite. “It’s perfect,” she grinned, “And it’s how I’m going to make you start introducing yourself if you can’t manage to be a good girl.”