Novel & Cerita Femboy Makeup Guide

My make up transformed my face, my eyes looked wide with the dark winged eye liner that was blended out with smokey blacks and browns with some shimmer on the center of the lid, my lashes were thick and long, my cheeks highlighted a soft pink coating my cheeks my lips were a nude pink and brown bringing the look together, they looked fuller and plumper than I remembered. There was a soft shimmer that had been dusted over the rest of my body leaving it gleaming. I wore a drop diamond necklace that sat just above my cleavage. My breasts were fuller since the pregnancy, and I worried they were going to spill out, but Bella assured me that it was perfect.

I just needed to find the right moment and hopefully there wouldn’t be any interruptions. Today, I decided on pushing my hair to one side and pinning it, leaving my shoulder on bare display. I was glad that those insufferable hickeys I’d been so unceremoniously gifted had faded tremendously so I was able to cover them up with some makeup. With my lips a dark shade of maroon, blue eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, I looked like a real-life Barbie doll. I can’t say that there wasn’t a part of me that had always wanted to be a Barbie, and every Barbie needs a Ken. Ugh, that was so cheesy on so many levels.

A leather jacket thrown over everything like a finishing touch with some black laced up boots. "I hate how much I don't hate this," I muttered. She beamed. "I told you." Then she stepped closer again, an oddly shaped brush in her hand. "Hold still." "What are you—" She cut me off. "Makeup." "I don't need makeup." "Everyone needs makeup." Fio added with finality. I stilled as she worked. Light touches. Quick movements. Nothing too heavy or gaudy. Just enough to sharpen what was already there.

That's what a queen should be! The golden off-shoulder top exposed my perfectly shaped shoulders, and the long black silk skirt gave a royal vibe to my appearance. I let my hair down and applied some bold-looking makeup. Mostly smoky eyeshadow, to give it a fearless look. Dark red lips to match the eyeshadow on my eyes and highlight to accentuate the contours of my cheeks and my perfectly-shaped nose. It's quite good for someone who's not quite familiar with makeup. I wondered how I learned all those things in less than thirty minutes. Well, I'm lucky to have a phone connected to the internet.

“I helped you fit that sexy yet elegant gown, ma’am. You are not killing that vibe with just blush.” “I am not killing the vibe!” I protest. “You’re right. You will not kill it because you will be wearing a face that matches your gown.” She retorts, crossing her arms defiantly. “How could I refuse such an adorable pout?” I say mischievously. She growls. I laugh. “Classic red lip. Winged eyeliner. Highlighter for your collarbone.” She says as she tosses product into my bag. “Lip balm. Mascara. Powder.”

she explained before going back to the room where Fatima was getting ready and looking at her. It looks like the color combination for her face will be gold and black. Her eyeshadow is a combination of the two colors. The makeup artist is now putting contour on her face while the hairdresser is putting her hair up in a low bun. She was told to open her eyes and the person put fake lashes on her and she feels like it’s harder to see because of how big the eyelashes are.

Gemma says Between her and Aylin, I have to say they did not disappoint. My makeup was dark and smoky, with just a little eyeliner to make my eyes pop, dark red lipstick, and just a light blush to add some color to my pale face. Aylin didn't go all out with contouring my face like she wanted to; she just used concealer under my eyes and a light face powder. Gemma had some of my hair braided into a crown that she laced some baby's breath and lavender flowers into, and the rest cascaded down my back in loose curls.

She pulled her hands away slowly, and my gaze fell on my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized the girl staring back at me. The smoky eye makeup made my green eyes pop, giving them a sultry, mysterious depth. The crimson lipstick she’d chosen was bold and commanding, exuding a seductive yet powerful aura. My hair, with its playful space buns and loose curls, added a touch of whimsy to the overall look. I looked like the quintessential “hot girl” from a high school movie—the one everyone secretly wanted but pretended to despise, spreading rumors about her just to feel better about themselves.

The Bembas who generally were light and tall while the Chewas prided in having slender and curvy bodies. She admired girls with dimples on their cheeks in her high school days and so she learnt the art of creating one on her right cheek. Her face was a bit oval with thick and attractive lips. She had developed the habit of wearing heavy makeup recently as a result of her insatiable desire for traveling overseas.

She immediately changed into a love doctor and began observing her patient closely. “Tomorrow… we are going shopping. We need to change the way you dress into more feminine style,” she stated. “O-ok…” I laughed nervously. “I think it will be good to change something about your make up as well…” she pondered out loud. “B-but I don't think that stronger make up would suit me…” I claimed hesitantly. “I'm not talking about changing you into a vamp, hon. You simply need to apply some shimmering base to put under your make up, and some baby-rose blush to make your cheeks less… dead,” she smirked.