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What the hell is happening?

I'm facing a full-length mirror my messy brown hair was covered by a wig of the finest and lightest blond; my eyes stood out vividly against the light purple frills of the frilliest dress I have ever seen in all my years of living. I blink and so did my reflection, damn it I guess I'm really doing this; all that was left to my outfit were a pair of white heels. I hate heels; they always seemed impossible to walk in and dance in. But for the sake of my parents, for the sake of the family I will stumble around in these damned this for tonight.

Please let me explain this predicament. Being gay isn't a really allowed although some high end family's accept this and role with is, while some don't; so for tonight and only to night I'll be cross dressing as a girl.

The special thing about tonight is, the most respected and richest family have come back to the town and this is just a welcome back party and a chance really for us all to gather and marry off our children. The thing about this high end family is that their only son at the moment is gay and my ever so wonderful parents over hear them saying to their son, 'Anything in a skirt will do'. This is the real reason why I'm in a frilly dress.

I heard a knock at my door, ow is the real challenge, to get to the door in these cursed heels. I did my best to look like I was at least used to waling in these but as soon as I could; I clung to the wall as if it was a life line. I opened my door; I came face to face with mother dearest who had the biggest grin possible for her, she had an intricate carved box that was panted a pale pink and a crimson red.

"No, no way" I say in utter disbelief, I knew what was in this box and there was no way in heaven and hell she was making ware make-up.

"Aww come on you don't even know what I'm going to say" she cooed with her almost orange hair swinging in front of her emerald eyes.

"Yes I do" I state clearly.

"Please we'll be able to sell the story better" she dropped her act and pleaded into my soul.

"Listen you already got me in this ridicules dress and in these cursed heels, you are not putting make-up on me, not t night not ever." I spoke calmly but my voice had its own threats.

"not just a little bit, maybe around your eyes, or a little something on your lips" her pleading was staring to get to me, she will get her own way eventually; why didn't I see this coming?

"Fine" I finally sighed, "only my eyes and lips, ok?" I sighed again in defeat, Mother's emerald eyes glittered like a Christmas tree.

"Oh thank you so much" She all bit bounced on the spot before she pushed past me, I nearly fell over. "Come sit on your bed and I'll sort you out" she patted my bed like I was still the four year old mama's boy.

I closed my door with a snap and while wobbling like a jelly made my way over to my bed that was still perfectly neat by some magical reason; I next to throw myself on to the bed while Mother rummaged through her small box. She pulled out a deep pink lip stick and a black pencil then looked back at me with what I could guess was an evil smirk.

"Now you must stay completely still" Mother warned, it's not like I need to be told twice from the first time she tried.

I nodded stiffly which made her green eyes glint like a diamond in front of candle light. To make this inter thing easier I closed my eyes the less I see the better I'll feel. I felt her attack my lips fist, the lips stick felt like a thick grease that seemed too easy to smudge and mess up; next was my eyes, the pencil glided easily across the top of my eye lid, she only put it on the top of each eye. There was a pat on my shoulder, and I opened my eyes only to come face to face with my reflection.