Fades 2: Daddy, Please! (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

Chapter 1.

Melissa Bianchi was happy as could be as she stepped into her house. Her face was lit up with a huge smile which was accentuated by the lipstick she wore. She loved to wear lipstick which she wore virtually every day. A little blush and eye shadow completed her look.

She had been granted a great gift and there weren't any strings attached. She could swap anything between her and another person if they both agreed to the swap. If she didn't like the swap, she could swap back any time she wanted to. She could use her power as many times as she liked. She didn't have to worry if the person she swapped with refused to swap back. She didn't need permission to 'return to normal'. It was foolproof.

She had read the stories with genies. There were only three wishes for those and invariably the last wish was to reverse one or both of the previous wishes. In those stories, a lesson would be learned. But she didn't have to worry about that. She might learn some lessons along the way, but it wouldn't cost her swaps. In the end, she could make everything work out.

Once a swap was made, the world would see whatever the outcome as perfectly normal. She would be treated as if it had always been that way. The personal taste of the beholder was their own, but they wouldn't think, “Hey, Melissa has changed'. For example, a woman might be disgusted or envious when fifteen-year-old Melissa all of a sudden had huge boobs on her chest, but they wouldn't think that it hadn't always been that way. The same would be true after Melissa swapped with a different person or swapped back.

Melissa obtained this power it was hers now. She hadn't given much thought to what type of swaps she would try. That wasn't quite right, she imagined everything, but she had to come back to Earth and decide what swaps would be achievable. It took two to swap and permission had to be given by both parties. A woman with the perfect size boobs (not too big, not too small) wouldn't just give them up. That was the case with any trait.

Melissa walked briskly to the stairs, she took them two at a time and entered her own room. She threw herself on her bed to think. This was the greatest day in her life.

Melissa lived at home with just her dad. Melissa's mom died when she was only twelve years out. It was a tragic event that Melissa didn't like to think about. Melissa and her mom were very close as was the case with most girls before their teenage years. Mom was teaching Melissa how to wear makeup properly when she died. Melissa continued her education where her mother left off. She never left her home without wearing some sort of cosmetics. Although, her mother had told her not to overdue and Melissa never did. Wearing makeup allowed Melissa to feel close to her mother in a special way. It was something they shared. She knew that her mother would be proud of her and her makeup skills.

Melissa lived in a typically feminine room. Everything in it said that a teenage girl lived there. The walls were a peach color, and the bed was full-sized and always made up with a pretty comforter. The furniture was mostly in a pearl color with accents that blended with the walls. Over the headboard of her bed, painted in pearl color were the words “HELLO gorgeous”. To the right of her bed was a three-drawer dresser that contained her more personal items of clothing: her bras and panties, socks and stockings, and nightwear. Across from her bed was where she kept her more casual apparel: t-shirts and tops, leggings and other types of bottoms, as well as casual dresses, rompers, and jumpsuits.

Her most fancy apparel was kept in her walk-in closet. She had a vanity in the corner of the room which also doubled as her desk. It contained her computer and scores of cosmetics and beauty products. It was her special place as it reminded her of her mother.

“How's it going, Sweetheart?” Melissa's dad asked as he entered the room.

“Wonderful!” she told him excitedly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I got a gift.”

“What type of gift?”

Melissa explained the power she received and how she got it.

“That can't be real.”

“It is real!”

“Have you tested it out?”

“I didn't have time.”

“Then how do you know.”

“I just know. I can swap any trait with anyone, and no one will know anything is different.”

There was a joy on Melissa's face when she told her dad. There wasn't any doubt in her mind about what she told him. It made her face look prettier. She had a gorgeous smile naturally which was accentuated by her lipstick and the other cosmetics she wore on her face.

“Fine, then let's test it out.”

“With you?” Melissa asked incredulously.

“Sure, why not?”

“What would I trade with you?”

“What would you like?”

“Hmm, let me be in charge.”

“No, I don't think so.”

“It'll be just a test for a short time.”

Melissa didn't want that anyway. In many ways, she was already in charge. She could give her father a look and ask him 'really nice'. Her father would usually give her what she wanted. Melissa knew it was because of the guilt that her dad had for leaving Melissa without a mother. It wasn't her father's fault, of course, but she used these feelings of guilt anyway.

“I have another idea. Something that would be very obvious to everyone.”

“What's that.”

“Wear my makeup!”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why would I do that? I'd look silly.”

“Well, you might, but if we do it as a swap then no one would know the difference.”

“What do you mean?”

“The way the swap works is that everyone else won't know there was a swap. They'll think it had always been this way. It won't seem like a big deal to anyone.”

“I don't want to wear your makeup. Besides I don't know how.”

“That's part of the swap. When we swap you will know everything I know about wearing makeup. You'll be as skilled as I am.”

“I'll still look silly.”

“No one will notice. That will be the test. I want to see how other people react.”

“What will happen then?”

“Then, we'll swap back.”

“But why makeup?”

“It's something we can check. I'm sure we can swap back, but if not, you don't have to wear makeup if you don't want to.”

“I don't understand.”

“Makeup isn't something permanent. I can learn again, I suppose.”

“I really don't want to. There has to be something else.”

“Daddy, please. It's only a test.”

“I'm not going to put on your cosmetics.”

“You won't have to. When we make the swap, your face will be automatically covered in makeup just as mine is.”

“This won't work anyway.”

“I think it will.”

“OK, we'll try it. But we'll swap right back.”

“Of course, we will. I like wearing makeup.”

“How does this work?”

“All we have to do is agree.”

“I guess I agree then.”

“We have to say what.” Then after a short pause, Melissa continued, “I would like to swap all my makeup skills with my dad...Now you agree.”

“OK, I agree.”

Melissa's makeup skills were passed to her dad. The change was a bit subtle. Melissa was still wearing cosmetics, but it wasn't applied with a practiced hand. The colors weren't as blended, nor the choices weren't optimized for her natural coloration. It was as if her father had applied makeup to her face. She had his knowledge of the subject, which was limited. But that didn't mean he hadn't seen his wife and other women apply cosmetics.

“How do I look?” Melissa's dad asked.

“You look the same.”

“I thought I was supposed to be wearing your makeup?”

“That wasn't what I wished for. I think I screwed it up.”

“I can see, your face doesn't look good.”

It was obvious to an unpracticed eye that Melissa's face wasn't made up well. Dad knew how to fix it though. He had gained all of Melissa's knowledge on the subject. That didn't mean he wanted to wear makeup any more than he had a moment ago.

Melissa looked at her face in the mirror on her vanity/desk. She didn't think she looked very good either.

“What should we do now? Swap back?”

“No, let's try again. I guess I have to work on the right wording.'

“Yeah, you said to give me your skill, but not the products themselves?”

“Alright, let's try this. I want my father to not only know everything I know about cosmetics but also have been, umm, he's been using them instead of me...no, that doesn't sound right. What do you think?”

“How about something about what is expected?'

“Hmm, let me think, I want to swap all my knowledge, interests, expectations from others, and experiences with my dad. How about that?” Melissa was proud of herself. She thought she had covered everything.

“I think that's a disaster.”

“What's wrong with that.”

“You didn't say what it was about.”

Melissa realized her mistake. She would be impacted, giving her father a big part of her life.

“In regard to beauty products and their application, I want to swap all my knowledge, interests, expectations from others, and experiences with my dad. How about that?”

“That sounds right.”

“Do you agree?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes!” Melissa told him. There was a bit of frustration in her voice.

“I agree then.”

Even though there wasn't a flash or a loud sound, the world did shift to make the swap happen. All of Melissa's makeup disappeared from her face. Her skin was also slightly tougher as moisturizers and other lotions weren't applied to her face and body anymore. It wasn't just makeup that was transferred from Melissa's possession to her father. Everything that was considered a beauty product, including the aforementioned moisturizers and shampoos, conditioners, etc. was traded. Scores of items were moved from Melissa's bathroom to the master bathroom. Melissa didn't notice these subtle changes.

There were some obvious changes to the room though. Melissa's vanity/desk became a simple desk. All the makeup that had been placed there was gone, along with the mirror which wasn't necessary anymore. The mirror on the walk-in closet wasn't affected though. She needed that to see how her apparel looked in the morning.

Dad's face was made up well. He couldn't really feel the makeup on his face, it felt natural to him. The same went for the taste of lipstick.

“I think it worked this time,” Melissa said. She could see her father's made-up face.

“It did? Let me see.” Dad looked to the changed vanity and didn't see the mirror there. He turned around to look at himself in the mirrored closet. What he saw didn't surprise him. He remembered applying the cosmetics to his face. They looked fine, although he could use a small touch-up.

Both Melissa and her father knew that the missing makeup would be found in the master bedroom, not in Melissa's room. They adjourned there to confirm this suspicion.

The master bedroom hadn't changed too much. It was still the same room it had always been. Except for a 'vanity' that hadn't been there before. Vanity wasn't the proper word for the desk covered with cosmetics and mirrors where dad put on his makeup each morning. The 'vanity' didn't have a feminine style. It was as appropriate for a man's room as any other piece fixture in his room. It was a functional piece that would look ordinary in any room inhabited by any guy.

Dad walked up to the vanity. He didn't need to search to find the proper shade of lipstick. He knew which shade to use and where to find it in an instant. Dad effortlessly applied a refresher coat to his lips. He relished the shade. It brought out his eyes. Lipstick wasn't the only cosmetic on his face, he also had blended eye shadow and a little blush. His formerly bushy eyebrows had also been trimmed with a pair of tweezers.

Due to the trade, dad enjoyed wearing makeup and using all the beauty products he owned. There were scores of cosmetics and other beauty aids in his bedroom and bathroom.

“How do I look?”

“Umm, handsome?” Melissa felt that 'handsome' was the appropriate word. Even though she knew about the swap, Melissa didn't think that her dad looked 'pretty' or 'gay' in any way. He looked at his best. She thought in his way, he looked better than he had. Previously, he had never taken care of his skin like this. The makeup was applied to emphasize his best features. That was the impression that Melissa and everyone else would have due to the swap. It seemed as ordinary for dad to be wearing makeup as it would have been for Melissa to be wearing it. The converse was also true. If Melissa tried to wear makeup, it would seem to look out of place.

“Do you want to swap back now?”

“I don't know if people will find your interest in cosmetics normal or not. Let's find out.”

“I think it will seem quite ordinary for anyone who sees me.“

“Maybe so, but let's go outside and see.”

“If we show it to the neighbors, will they remember I was in makeup when we swap back?”

“I hadn't thought of that. They should think it's fine now and fine later.”

“If they don't it could be embarrassing.”

“So, then what?”

“Let's go where no one knows me.”

“Where?”

“Macy's department store at West Lake.”

“OK, but why there?”

“They have a makeup department; we can visit the salesgirl at the makeup counter. See what she suggests.”

“Sure, fine.”

Dad puckered his lips. He adored the way they looked, but he was curious what a profession (like the saleslady at the makeup counter would recommend).  Dad packed up what Melissa would carry in her purse, into his pockets. Dad desired to bring makeup with him if he needed a quick touch-up. But that didn't mean he was going to carry around a purse though.

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