THE BAD GUYS IN: raising princess

Princess and the Pimple

(A request from Tahmir968 )

Princess had always prided herself on her smooth, flawless skin. It was one of the few things she felt truly confident about. She had the kind of skin that always seemed to glow, and it was rare for anything to disrupt her usual sense of composure. But this morning was different.

As she woke up to the soft rays of the morning sun streaming through her bedroom window, she stretched and let out a satisfied yawn. She reached for her phone on her nightstand, checking the time and messages. But when she glanced at her reflection in the small mirror hanging on the wall opposite her bed, something immediately caught her eye. A tiny bump on her chin.

Princess froze, squinting at her reflection. She reached up to touch the area around the bump, confirming it was definitely there—a pimple.

Her heart sank.

"Seriously? Today of all days?" she muttered to herself. Princess had been getting ready for an important brunch with her friends, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with a pimple right in the middle of her chin. It was small, sure, but she could already imagine the frustration of trying to hide it. Her mind immediately raced, thinking about how she'd have to cover it up before leaving the house.

"Great. Just great," she groaned. "How does this even happen? I don't eat that much junk food. I drink enough water, right?"

Frustrated, Princess got out of bed and walked to her bathroom. She stared at the pimple for a moment longer, as if hoping it would magically disappear. It didn't. In fact, it looked worse the closer she got to it. The pinkish-red bump stood out against her smooth skin, and the idea of attending a brunch gathering looking like this made her cringe.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her bathroom cabinet and searched through the array of skincare products she kept stashed there. She had cleansers, serums, toners—everything a 15-year-old could need to keep her skin clear. But now that she was staring at the pimple, none of it seemed to matter.

"Okay, okay, let's figure this out," she muttered, trying to calm herself down. Her hands hovered over the products before grabbing a tube of pimple cream. "This should do the trick."

Princess squeezed out a small amount and gently dabbed it onto the pimple, hoping it would shrink down in time. While she applied the cream, she couldn't help but sigh. Normally, she would have dismissed something like this as a minor issue, but today it felt like the end of the world. How could she have a pimple on such an important day?

"Why does it always happen at the worst time?" she complained under her breath, knowing full well that pimple-related worries were, in fact, a normal part of being a teenager. But she still couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it would ruin her day.

She quickly went through her morning routine, washing her face and applying moisturizer, but the pimple was still there. The cream was doing its best, but it would take time to work. Princess grabbed her favorite concealer and dabbed it over the spot, hoping it would help cover up the blemish until it went away.

"Okay, I think I can work with this," she said to herself, satisfied with the result. It wasn't perfect, but it would do for now.

Still, as she applied her makeup, she couldn't stop glancing back at the pimple in the mirror. It was small, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't looking for it. But to Princess, it might as well have been a mountain.

But the more she looked at it, the more self-conscious she became. Her mind raced through all the possible scenarios. What if it wouldn't go away in time? What if it got bigger? What if someone noticed? She couldn't hide it under makeup forever, could she?