Masquerade

A/N: I know. The title is oh-so-original. This was really short notice though. I was just bored in my class on Tuesday, and was like, oh, let's write more boyxboy stuff. Then I was like, oh, it's almost Halloween. Let's mash the two together, 'cause why not. This was my first time writing something like this, so I really hope you like the weird rush to the entire story. Haha.

Masquerade

I sat down at my desk, mirror placed in front of me and make-up spread out across the level surface. I smiled at all of the new packages, ready for me to tear into like a child on Christmas. I licked my lower lip in excitement. My heart was beating in equal parts trepidation and elation.

Picking up the eye primer, I removed the packaging and took the small applier out of the tube. I dabbed a small amount onto my eyelid and spread the product out. The cream-like substance was cold to the touch, but quickly warmed under my fingertips.

Continuing with my giddy buzz, I opened the package with the small eyeshadow brush and picked up my small cases of black and gold eyeshadows. I shudder in pleasure as the soft bristles coasted over the black compressed powder. I brought it up to my eye and patted the color all over my lid, trying to copy videos I saw of beauty gurus blending the shadow up past my cease. I smiled when I saw the gradation slowly start to show, and the black was eventually just a feather dusting of gray at the edges of my applied make-up. I quickly washed off my brush and began to apply the bright sparkling gold over the black. I blended the colors together until the black and gold appeared to be one, but the gold was focused solely on my eyelid.

With much hesitation, I picked up the eyeliner. The black seemed to tempt me with a quiet darkness. I took this out of the packaging as well, uncapping it until only the air stood between my skin and the soft tip of the kohl. My hand shook slightly as I applied a thin line on my eyelid and lined my waterlines, tickling the sensitive skin and causing my eyes to water ever so slightly. I took my small eyeshadow brush again and smudged out the eyeliner, trying to make it seem more cat-like and smoky.

I bit my lip as I pulled open the eyelash curler box, taking out the apparatus inside. I also ripped the mascara from its packaging, eagerly taking the wand out of the tube. I sunk my teeth further into my lip as it made a small pleasurable pop sound. I tucked the wand back into the tube for now and curled my lashes. Once that was done for both eyes, I coated each with generous coats of mascara until my lashes were full and long.

I looked down at the rest of my unused products. Another shiver coursing through me as I ran my fingers over them all. I quickly picked up the concealer and dabbed it over any flaws in my skin that I didn't want showing before dusting powder over all of my face. Almost instantly, my skin looked so soft and perfect. I had to resist roaming my fingers over the surface.

With more effort that should have been used, I forced my hands to pick up the lip liner and tore off the little plastic around the cap. I lined my lips and carefully filled them in. Taking the lipstick, I painted my lips a bold red. Happy with the result, I stuck my finger in my mouth and pulled it out to get rid of the excess that could get on my teeth. I took my new eyeshadow brush and washed it once more. Taking a small amount of black eyeshadow again, I began to create a radial ombre around my lips, thereby making them look more plump and—if I dare say—kissable.

I gasped breathlessly at the person before me. I ignored the way that my hair was pushed back oddly from the clips in my hair and focused on my face. I shook my head. That couldn't be me. That beautiful girl in the mirror couldn't be me. I smiled in ecstasy.

I took the curling iron I snuck out of my mom's room next, which had been heating up the entire time I had been applying my make-up. Carefully, I curled my shoulder length hair, which I had been growing out for the past couple of weeks just for this one night. Nearly twenty minutes and a few almost-burns later, I had a headful of bouncy brunet ringlets.