An abrupt jolting of the door disturbed Samantha from her finishing touches of her mascara. Her hand suddenly slipped, causing an ugly smear painted on her face. She glared as she saw Christian’s appearance emerged from her vision. He was wearing a dress they bought at a thrift shop a few days ago. Muscles were slowly popping from the sleeves of the dress but they were a little loose on him, so he didn’t look like too masculine.
She gave him a glare. “You f*****g ruined my make up.” She frowned as she dabbed the tissue at the edge of her eyelids, reapplying the mascara.
“Do I really have to wear this?” he asked, spinning himself around. Samantha gave him a pointed look and he sighed. “Can’t I just dye my hair blonde? Or wear a wig?” he suggested, his eyes making a puppy look. He wanted t
