I snorted. Christopher really did have a way with words. The relationship between his parents drew envy from the crowd just by listening to them speak to one another in a loving manner. “Is your mother’s hair done up by your father?” I was in disbelief.
Her hair was tied up beautifully, fitting for a lady of her status. It wasn’t a simple ponytail as it appeared, but rather a fashionable variation of it. This style did not appear either childish or old-fashioned, however. She shone with the radiance of a mature woman in full bloom.
“Of course he did. My dad is a powerful man in his company but not many people know how meek he is toward his wife at home,” Christopher teased as he pulled me in front of the mirror and pulled out the make-up kit.
I was overwhelmed with the sheer number of make-up products he had in that kit. As a woman, it was essential to have a face redeemable with make-up. But since Mother had left the Tanner family, we have lived a life of vagrancy, knowing nothing about dressing up. It would be inappropriate for me to attend the party in a simple ponytail.
“Isn’t there something simpler for me?” I gestured helplessly at the numerous make-up products.
“Why do you have this many requests? Fine, I’ll help you.” Christopher pressed me down into a chair, washed his hands, and rolled up his sleeves.
“You know how to apply make-up too?” I asked in disbelief. “Are you actually a man?”
“Didn’t you just experience the true extent of my manhood? If that wasn’t enough for you, we can go back and relive that experience several more times. I guarantee that you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for at least three days.” Christopher lifted my chin with the poise of a confident lover.
I thought it wiser to not respond to that. Christopher was exceptionally talented in bed, the type that would go seven times a night. Though when I thought that it sounded exaggerated when reading about it, but now that it applied to Christopher, I found it to be word for word. He could take me to bed and make love all night, save the time spent in between for sleep and meals. I was left with no doubt that he would have been capable of letting me experience what it was truly like being a woman.
After a while, Christopher set down the eye shadow to hand me the mirror. “Here, time to witness a miracle by yours truly.”
I stared at my reflection with surprise. It was simple makeup that had brought on a lovely effect. Before, my makeup had been done by another make-up artist which looked a little heavy to my tastes. However, this natural look that Christopher had managed to create accentuated the natural beauty of my features.
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