You take a small brush and begin to apply some eyeshadow to your left eyelid. As you do you feel your head spinning a little. You stop and the spinning fade away. "Man, what a shit did you do?" You say as you see the awful work you had done in the mirror before you. "It's not your first time." You wipe the eyeshadow away not noticing your last words were wrong as that was your first time applying make-up. But in your mind is telling you you have done it countless times. You take the eyeliner from the make-up kit. As you use it your head begins to spin again, but this time you continue. You put the eyeliner away after you are done with it and again the spinning fades away. By now your purpose of applying make-up changed from looking like a zombie into making you look your best. As you redo your eyeshadow the spinning begins again and your mind keeps changing. As your eyeshadow is done your memories of being a boy are replaced. You now think of yourself as a teen-aged girl and looking in the mirror your mind tells you see your feminine face, even though it's still your male teen face. The difference between your mind and reality grows as you use mascara on your eyelashes. With every brush your minds age keeps rising until you think of yourself as a 40 years old woman. You now thought of yourself as your mothers sister Veronica, who is a teacher at the school you go to as a boy, despite you don't have an aunt. Last but not least you put pink lipstick on your plush lips. Now your mind had completely changed. You now thought of yourself as your aunt Veronica, a 40 years old woman with shoulder long red hair, an attractive body with big and round breasts. You remember being a teacher and vice-principal at the local high-school. You are not married and doesn't have a steady boyfriend as you love to seduce younger men and even your students. You can't remember wearing anything else but high-heels and sexy clothes showing your sexy body, in private tight and skimpy while at work a little lore loose and formal, but still with a big cleavage.
You now having a cougars mind look at your reflection in the mirror and see Veronica's face and the the top of the black top with the low neckline where in reality your face with her make-up on and a black t-shirt is. You stand up and walk on your imaginary high-heels through your imaginary room before sitting down on the big bed with red satin sheets. You take your shoes and socks off, treating them like nylons, before you apply pink nail polish you took with you first to the toe nails, then to your finger nails.
"What should I wear tonight for the party?" You ask yourself as the nail polish dries.
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