Tug of War 47.3 (Patreon)

If before Timothy was able to look like a cute girl next door, what he saw in the mirror now was a stunning, glamorous face – a face that could very well be on the cover of some beauty magazine. And yes, shocking as it was, that was his own face. He was that dazzling, breathtaking girl… and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't spot any male trait in his reflection. 

His hair had been straightened and now sported a modern, sexy hairstyle, with long bangs falling over the right side of his face, while the other side had been held behind his ear. The overall effect was impressive, and Timothy was amazed at how soft and silky everything seemed. 

His makeup looked way fancier than what he was used to, with bronze, black and white smokey eyeshadow; long false lashes and black eyeliner; peach blush, luminizer and bronzer; and fire-hydrant red lipstick and lipgloss, making his filled lips look incredibly hot and irresistible… So irresistible that Timothy feared a lot how Matt would behave having to face such sensual lips all night long.

"You love them, don't you?" Sophia, the makeup artist, asked.

"W-what?" Timothy stammered. 

"Your lips, silly! I can see the way you are looking at them... It's obvious that you loved the lip fillers!"

"Umm... Yeah... I... I totally love them!" Timothy lied, still afraid that if he said something wrong people would get suspicious about his true gender, which was getting ridiculous at this point. Anyone would laugh at the idea that that gorgeous girl was in fact a boy. "You made a soo amazing job, Sophia. Gosh, I can't believe how magnificent my lips look! Thank you so much!"

"We are glad you liked it so much, doll" said Marlene, the hairdresser, joining the conversation. "And I agreed with you. Sophia definitely outdid herself today – Not only with the lip fillers, but also your makeup. Just look at your lipstick! This tone of red really suits you, darling. Sophia, why don't you give her the lipstick tube?" 

"Sure! Here it is, Tiff, dear… and the lipgloss, too. Courtesy of the house!" she cried out, and then added in a whisper, almost as if she had been reading Timothy's mind a little before, "This way you will be able to fix your lips after making out with your date! Such a lucky guy... I'm sure he's going to love your lips as much as you did…"