the bathroom counter is covered in charlotte tilbury and rare beauty.
the bright vanity lights are shining directly on your face.
you are sitting on the edge of the sink, your knees parted, feeling completely paralyzed.
she is standing right between your legs.
she is so close you can feel the body heat radiating off her. she smells like vanilla and expensive setting spray.
her lips are slightly parted, her eyes totally focused, completely ignoring whatever pathetic "man" you used to pretend to be.
she reaches toward your face with a tiny black mascara wand.
you blink, your breath hitching in your throat.
"no, shhh… hold still baby…" she whispers, her voice a soft, breathy command.
she gently cups your jaw with her free hand. her thumb strokes your cheekbone.
"let me make you pretty."
she isn't asking for permission. she doesn't care about your male ego.
she is literally painting over it.
you flutter your eyelashes as she applies the first coat, your heart hammering a million miles an hour.
"yesss… liiiike that…" she murmurs, her vocal fry thick and satisfied. "your lashes are liiiiterally so long, it's unfair… the boys are gonna be obsessed."
she is turning you into a doll. her doll.
and the craziest part? you aren't fighting it. you are literally melting into her hands, completely surrendering to the feminization.
it's giving… sephora submissive, pretty privilege, total facial reconstruction. 💋🎀
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