It hadn’t bothered Tilly, the fact that they were basically on display all the time. As an actress, she was proud to have herself always be seen. And her teen years were spent a bit debaucherously, so any sort of shame in that was gone. She wondered how the girl was - was it embarrassment, discomfort, or something of both? Tilly really wanted to ask, but the moment passed and the focus was shifted to a quick makeover. She gave a noticeable pause when Teddy said she never wore makeup, but she masked it with a semi forced smile, continuing forward. “That’s okay,” she said, slowly. “I like to think of makeup as just more accessories. It’s an art, for some people, it really is. I’m only really good at what looks good on me, though.” She carefully applied the mascara on the girl. “But I can’t do that for you, we have different bone structure.” Tilly capped the mascara and pulled out a lipstick, dabbing some in the center of the girl’s lips, and using her index finger to sweep it outwards. It was a deep red, nice for her skin tone. On Tilly, it was bold, and made a statement - on Teddy, it felt much more refined. She ran her fingers through the girl’s hair a few times, and smiled. “Take a look!” She pulled a handheld mirror out from under her pillow, to show her the reflection.
The pause was noticeable, but recovered quickly enough that the shifter actually found herself feeling gratitude. It had been a difficult enough admission in the first place; the smoothing over helped her feel a little less awkward about the whole thing. There was still awkwardness, to be sure, but at least it was a little less than before.
“Have you ever thought about doing this for like, work?” That was a thing, wasn’t it? Tilly seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself even if she didn’t know as much about doing Teddy’s makeup as her own. There were all those makeover shows, not to mention stylists and makeup artists. Unfamiliar as she might have been with applying such things to herself, she knew of their existence at least.
And then she saw herself in the mirror and Teddy’s mouth fell open in surprise. Her eyes seemed brighter, her lips poutier. A hesitant smile curled the corners of her lips. “I look ... different.” How had that been possible with such little makeup?