The Makeup Curse Part 5

Makeup Curse part 5

The morning sunshine gently kisses Becca and Ross as they sleep soundly next to each other.

Ross groans as he stretches out his arms and begins to slowly wake. Sitting up and placing his feet on the floor, he thinks about last night and a small smile appears on his face.

Even though they’d spent the night in a nasty motel, they’d still managed to have some fun!

Standing, he can still feel the ‘fun’ from the night before. Ross is feeling a little sore down there, but he’s not that bothered.

Turning to look at his sleeping girlfriend, Ross laughs as he sees the tip of the toy they’d used creating a dubious-looking peak under the bedsheets.

“Becca…..,” He giggles, rubbing his tired eyes. “Did you not take it off to sleep…?”

Growling and shifting in the bed, Becca slowly wakes as Ross talks to her.

“T-take….what off,” Becca yawns, sitting up in the bed and tucking her messy hair behind her ears.

Pointing down at the tent being pitched by Becca, Ross kneels on the bed and playfully touches the tip.

“Ouch…!” Becca moans as Ross gently brushes it with his finger.

“What do you mean….ouch!?” Ross laughs, playing along. “It’s made of plastic!”

Expecting Becca to laugh, he’s confused as she looks at him with terror in her eyes. The sort of look reserved for the worst kind of horror.

“What's that look for…!?” Ross questions, kneeling on his legs and giving her a funny look

Becca doesn’t move. Like she’s in a trance, she just stares at the peak the toy makes under the sheets.

“Becca…..?” Ross questions again, leaning towards her. “What the hell is wrong? You’re scaring me!”

Her eyes and mouth wide open, she slowly turns to look at him.

“….I……I…..f-felt it,” she mumbles, completely glazed over.

Scrunching his face in confusion, Ross nervously laughs.

“Of course you felt it,” he comments. “It’s strapped to your body still.”

Clenching her teeth, Becca’s eyes lock onto Ross’s.

“I f-felt…..the t-tip….,” Becca struggles to say, now looking as white as the sheets.

Looking like she’s starting to shake, Ross is still confused. How could she feel the tip….?

Out of nowhere and in one swift movement, Becca throws the sheets over Ross’s face and bolts for the bathroom.

Struggling to get the sheets off himself, Ross catches her slamming the bathroom door.

Very concerned, Ross rushes to the door and gently taps twice. Trying the handle, Becca has locked herself in.

“Becca…!?” he says gently. “What's going on? Are you hurt?”

The small awkward silence is soon shattered as Becca howls and bursts into tears. Screaming at the top of her voice, Ross bangs on the door.

“Becca!” He yells, desperate to make sure she’s ok. “What's going on!? Why are you screaming!?”

Becca’s crying soon turns to a sob and then eventually Ross can hear nothing through the door.

About to bang on the door once more, Ross hears the door lock click.

As the door swings open, Becca sits on the edge of the bath. Having wrapped a towel around her body, she looks distressed and distraught.

Rushing over to her, Ross gets onto his knees in front of her. Looking up at her sore red eyes, he wipes away a single tear.

“What's the matter…?” he says softly, placing the palm of his hand against her flush cheek.

Not a single word is muttered as Becca stands to her feet. She looks down at Ross as she lets go of the towel.

For a moment, Ross looks at his girlfriend's figure and is confused. That’s when he sees it. His eyes bulge wide as he barely believes what is being shown to him

“….Is t-that….!?” He stutters, pointing below her belly button.

Becca sniffs and wipes her eyes.

“Yes….,” she replies hesitantly.

Turning just as white as she did earlier, Ross looks up at her confused.

“Where’s your…..?” he nervously asks.

“Gone,” Becca instantly replies. “Replaced by…..that thing!”

Grabbing the towel, Becca quickly covers back up. She sits back on the side of the bath and bites her lip.

“I….don’t understand…,” she continues, holding back the tears.

Ross gets up and sits next to her. Throwing his arm around her, he gives her a comforting squeeze.

Turning to face him, she buries her face into his shoulder.

“Whats happened to me!?” she cries into Ross’s shoulder.

Ross doesn’t answer. He just holds her tight.

He has no idea what to say or do. The makeup stuck to his face was one thing, but his girlfriend suddenly being bigger than him where it counts, that’s another!

“It's ok….,” Ross says, holding her tightly “I’m sure there's an explanation…”

Giving it some thought, Ross thinks back to the makeup that was put on his face. He wonders if the two are connected.

Then, as quickly as that thought appeared, he dismisses it as ridiculous. How could makeup cause such a transformation to someone else?

“Ross……?” Becca says meekly to gain his attention.

Looking down at her, he gives her a big smile.

“I dreamt about this last night….,” she tells him, moving away from their cuddle.

“What…!?” Ross replies, rubbing his face in stress.

“Yeah….,” she answers, looking down at her feet. “In the dream…I’d become….you.”

Ross looks at her and raises an eyebrow.

“I know it sounds strange…,” she continues, turning to look at Ross and gently touching his face. “I kept seeing your face and the makeup. I can’t help but feel that’s got something to do with why I’ve suddenly got a…..,”

“No….,” Ross interrupts before she can say it. “A dream doesn’t do that to you!”

Taking her hand away from his face, she touches Ross’s wig.

“Maybe the makeup has something to do with it…?” Becca says, running her hands through Ross’s wig.

“I thought that too…,” Ross agrees. “The whole situation is completely mad!”

“Maybe you’re cursed!” Becca says, gasping and pulling away.

Tilting his head to one side, Ross shakes his head and tuts.

“Me cursed…?” he gripes. “I might be dressing as another gender….but I’m not the one who’s changed genders…!”

Becca goes bright red and looks away.

“You think I’m ugly now….don’t you!” she whines.

“I didn’t say that,” Ross retorts, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I feel ugly!” Becca continues, wiping tears from her face.

“Stop it…!” Ross demands. “So we’ve got a little more in common now. I’ve gotta learn about being a woman and you’ve gotta learn about having a….”

“Don’t say it like that!” Becca squeals, speaking over him. “It’s not the end of the world, you having to pretend to be a girl! We are going to get that fixed….aren’t we. They aren’t going to be able to fix what's happened to me…are they!?”

Ross rubs his hairless chin and looks up at the ceiling with a sigh.

“I mean….what am I going to do!?” Becca continues, standing up and looking at her face in the mirror. “I still look like me but I don’t feel like me anymore! How can I feel like me when I’ve got that thing forever present between my legs!”

Ross looks up at the still very feminine figure of his girlfriend standing in front of him.

“You…still look like you,” he comments. “So…..you’ve got something a little extra.”

Swiftly turning with a flick of her hair, Becca grits her teeth.

“It’s not a LITTLE….something extra though …..is it!” she growls.

Holding up his hands In surrender, Ross looks away and instantly stops talking.

Getting up, he looks at his face in the mirror. Ruffling his wig up with his hands, he touches Becca on the shoulder as he leaves the bathroom.

“I’m going to get us some breakfast,” he says, giving her a smile. “Do you fancy anything?”

Entering the bedroom, Ross looks for the underwear he’d worn last night. He sees the jeans Becca had let him borrow and he instantly remembers how constricting they are.

“Becca…,” Ross calls out, opening the case they’d brought. “Can I wear that skirt you talked about yesterday? I don’t want to wear those jeans!”

“It’s the denim one!” Becca calls back from the bathroom. “Wear it with a strap top..!”

Nodding, Ross grabs out what he thinks is right. Holding the short denim skirt to his face, he’s curious to know if he can pull it off.

Quickly throwing his feminine underwear and sliding himself into the skirt and tanktop, Ross ruffles his hair once more and adjusts the fit.

“Wait…!” Becca cries out, just as Ross builds up the courage to leave the room alone.

“What…?” he calls back, trying to lift the tank top higher so his bra isn’t on show.

“You can’t leave!?” Becca, whines.

“Why…?” Ross replies, looking at himself in the mirror, relieved at how feminine he looks with such little effort.

“….What if I need to go pee…..?” Becca meekly shouts back.

Walking to the door, Ross throws his head back with sass.

“Shouldn’t be an issue,” He laughs. “You’ve got enough to aim with!”