Sleeping Beauty’s First Makeover

“Chris! Are you serious right now?” Vanessa’s voice spiked as she lurched off-camera, chasing after her brother’s smug retreat down the hallway. “You just wrecked my entire look, asshole!”

She whirled back to the screen, her nearly-finished eyeshadow smeared across one lid. “Sorry babes, that was Chris. Again. He thinks it’s funny to ruin my livestreams. But don’t worry…” she grinned, darkly. “I’ve got a little surprise planned for later.”

That night, her voice was all sugar. “Hey Chris, I made you some chamomile. Figured you could use something to help you chill—you’ve been so tense lately.”

He raised a brow but took the mug. “...Okay? Thanks?”

Vanessa didn’t say a word—just smiled sweetly, watching the steam curl around his face like a lullaby. She counted the minutes. Five. Ten. Twelve…

By minute fifteen, he was out cold.

“Heyyy girlies!” Vanessa beamed into her phone’s camera, her voice bright and smug. Behind her, the room glowed with soft fairy lights, casting a dreamy haze over her brother’s unconscious form. “Tonight’s tutorial is extra special. We’ve got a brand-new model, and guess what? It’s my annoying little brother, Chris!”

She pivoted the camera dramatically to show him sprawled on the bed. “Just look at him,” Vanessa smirked. “Completely helpless—and in desperate need of a makeover.”

She reached for her tweezers next, eyeing his brows with mock disgust. “God, these things are out of control.” Dozens of precise plucks later, and they were finally starting to look presentable. “Much better,” she murmured, tilting his head toward the light.

She massaged primer into his smooth skin with practiced hands, her grin spreading wider by the second. “Always prep the canvas, girlies—even if it’s your sleeping idiot brother.”

Foundation came next, blurring every trace of teenage boy into porcelain perfection. She dabbed and buffed, whispering little jokes to the stream as the live chat filled with giggles and hearts. Then came contour—sharp cheekbones carved into place like a doll’s.

“Time to make those eyes pop,” she said, already swirling her brush through the darkest shade in the palette.

She swept deep violet into the outer corners of his eyes, building the color until it melted into a rich, smoky blend. Then came the silver—layered across the lids in a crisp sweep that made the colors pop. A fine line of jet-black liner followed, precise and tight against his lash line—just enough to define the shape without stealing the spotlight.

“Ugh, he’s actually so pretty. Honestly? He should’ve been born a girl.”

Vanessa reached for the lashes next—long and feathery, perfect for a wide-eyed, girly finish. She pressed them into place one by one, smoothing the corners and adjusting the curl with a practiced touch. They framed his eyes perfectly, dramatic and doll-like against his softened features.

“Now for the best part,” she purred, uncapping the plumper.

She dabbed the tingling formula across his lips, watching closely as the subtle swell began—slowly puffing them into a soft, pillowy pout. Then came the gloss, thick and shiny, layered over the top in soft pink with a shimmer that caught every bit of light. Now they looked exactly how she wanted: plump, glossy, and unmistakably girlish.

“Can’t forget hair,” she said, already tugging out elastics and brushing through his mop of dark hair. “Tonight, we’re going with space buns—super on trend, super humiliating.”

Two high buns twisted into place, held with sparkly clips. Perfect.

“Oh, and nails…” she cooed, revealing the baby-pink polish as she carefully painted each digit. “We can’t leave our little model with boy hands now, can we?”

As she finished the last nail and leaned in to admire her work, Chris let out a groggy breath and stirred.

“Oop! Sleeping beauty is finally waking up!” she gasped dramatically. “Let’s see how she likes her new makeover!”