This is a fictional story. Please do not reply asking about this incident, as it is fiction. All comments will gladly be accepted at the email address at the bottom.
Growing up without a male authority was great. There was nobody to yell at you if you did anything wrong. Yes, life was grand. Sleep in on school days, watch cartoons all morning, and best of all, mom was always away working during the day, so I had the whole house to myself.
Now I have to say for the purpose of understanding, I was around 8 years old during the time of this story. It was now five months into the school year, and the initial excitement of being in third grade had worn off. I stayed home that day from school "sick". Mom had come up to my room, kissed me on the forehead and said she would see me when she gets home. As soon as her car pulled out of the driveway I was up and ready to take over the house.
I always liked being home alone because it gave me a chance to explore the areas of the house that mom would yell at me for if she was there. I always went into her private bathroom because there was so much neat stuff that weren't in my bathroom. She had lady's razors, funny looking bath gels, and frilly pink towels. What did she need her towels to look pretty for anyway?
In front of the mirror there was a whole array of make-up, lip-sticks, brushes and pads that I had once or twice seen her rubbing and scraping her face with. I got curious and walked over to the stool and sat down. Mom would really wonder what I was doing if she saw me doing this. I opened up the lipstick and put some on my lips. I laughed as I missed most of my lips, and ended up with a pink moustache. I wiped the lipstick off and tried again, this time more carefully. Perfect. I dabbed my lips on a tissue as I had seen my mother do so many times, and looked in the mirror.
It was strange. Being only eight, I had no facial hair, and my face resembled somewhat of a tomboy, with my hair still cut short. This intrigued me, and I began to put on some of that skin colored stuff that comes off like powder. This took a few minutes but when I was done, I couldn't believe my eyes. Looking back at me was myself as if I had been born a girl. Again, besides for the hair. This was too weird. I wiped off the lipstick and washed my face with one of her pink frilly towels. I retired to the living room to watch cartoons and eat breakfast. I spent the majority of the day plopped out on the couch just watching tv. My mom pulled into the driveway around 4:00, and I quickly jumped up and into the kitchen, remembering I was supposed to get supper started.
She walked through the door, and put her stuff down and came over to ask me how I felt. She felt my forehead to see if I was running a fever. As she was reaching her hand out, she made a funny look like something was wrong. I asked what was wrong, and she asked if I was wearing makeup. My face turned three shades of red. I tried denying with a no, but she persisted, and wiped some remains of the makeup off and showed it to me. I was busted. How could I deny it with some of it on her fingers?
I tried explaining but she wouldn't let me finish. She told me that what I was doing was perfectly natural. She was not mad, and she would help me in any way she could. She even started by taking me up to her bedroom and laying out some clothes she thought might fit. She said it would be fun to play dress-up, as she didn't have a daughter, and wondered what it would be like to have one. I was completely shocked. I was just experimenting, and here she was making it a big deal. I decided not to upset her and just play along, it would all pass.
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