Sniffling and rubbing his eyes, Seth huddled himself against the wall of the tub. He sat on the bathroom floor, trying to stop crying. His chest was tight and he was hiccuping softly now. He felt ridiculous.
He stood and moved over to the mirror, the cold tiles feeling soothingly nice under his feet. He shakily splashed water on his face, pulling the hand towel from the rack and drying water and tears from his cheeks. The towel slowly moved down, covering his mouth as he peeked at his reflection. Tears welled up once again and burned his skin like the sun.
Angrily, he wiped his eyes and threw the towel down on the counter with a force driven by fury behind it. He was going to do this, there was no backing out of it. He'd already spent so much money.
Grabbing the makeup kit he had set down on the toilet lid, he pried the plastic off and threw it away. Opening the case with a 'click', he held the brush up in front of his curiously tilted head.
This was going to take a little while, he realized. He didn't even know what the brush was for.
***
Seth analyzed his finished work. Dark orangish-gold sparkles adorned his eyelids, a color suggested to him by the salesperson at the Avon store he had visited earlier that day. Of course he hadn't told the young woman what it was actually for; he lied and said he was buying for his sister who had the same eye and hair color (black) as him. He didn't feel like he sounded that convincing, but the woman didn't even bat an eye as she assisted him with a smile.
"Oh no, that color doesn't match well with your hair and it'll make dark eyes look flat instead of pop," she informed enthusiastically when he had shyly suggested a color he thought was feminine enough.
"This one," the woman had said, picking up the color he was currently wearing. "Will give the eyes dimension and be sure to catch any guys attention."
Seth blushed. Perhaps she knew.
His fingers ghosted the outline of his lips, looking at the shimmer of a pale coral pink gloss. He pursed them thoughtfully.
"You don't have to go full-on red to draw attention to the lips, all that's needed is a little shine," She had smiled as she had gently taken the dark red lipstick out of his hand and replaced it with the gloss.
She was right about everything, but something still felt missing. He rubbed his jaw, the scruff scratching his palm.
"Maybe I should get rid of it..."
He shook his head frantically, deciding that wasn't going to happen.
His eyes left his face and slid down his body. The dress he chose was the right size, but it still hugged his body in a way he wasn't really used to. He looked at his chest. The deep v-neckline looked good, but it probably would've looked better if he had, well, breasts. Turning to the side, he pulled the thin straps up and shrugged. His pecs did a good enough job filling it out.
It was a red dress, spaghetti-strapped and ended midway down his thighs. He didn't buy any heels because he was sure he'd have to try them on and even if he could work up the courage to do that, he wouldn't be able to walk in them. He'd probably end up tripping and hurting/embarrassing himself in front of Dean before he even tried to do anything seductive. Going barefoot was his safest bet.
He finished his makeover, pulling his hair up into a high ponytail and tying it up with a sparkly black scrunchie that he stole from Renee. Seth sighed nervously. All that was left now was to wait.
Barely 5 minutes had passed when Seth heard the door unlocking. He tried not to bite his lip, afraid to ruin his makeup. He clasped his hands and stared at them patiently, suddenly regretting that he didn't paint his nails.
