Femboy Makeup Guide Novels & Stories

As the maids worked their magic, my plain features were transformed. They smoothed the foundation over my skin, creating a flawless canvas. Delicate strokes of eyeshadow enhanced my eyes, making them appear larger and more vibrant. A dusting of rouge added a healthy glow to my cheeks, and a rich, crimson lipstick completed the look, making my lips appear full and inviting. My hair, once a tangled mess, was now swept up in an elegant updo, with intricate braids and curls cascading down my back. A sparkling tiara sat atop my head, proclaiming me the new Luna of the powerful pack.

Always female and never not annoying. "God, he's so handsome," one mumbles. "Sexy," the other one corrects her. "Bet Poppy's fucking him." I frown. God, I fucking wish she were fucking me. To my dismay, the two of them ride with me down to the ground level, and when the doors open, I push through them to get out first, but then I turn around and slam my arm against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. I look at them both very carefully.

I can feel it. Walking into the back room, he’s there. He smiles when he sees me, but it’s a professional smile, not at all like the sultry little ones I catch him sending my way. “I’m glad you’re here. Your make-up is the most complicated, and we need to get started, plus I want to see the final look. Trish,” he calls over his shoulder as he guides me to a chair. The same make-up artist from last time comes over smiling. Andrew points to my cheekbones. “Masque make-up, heavy blues and greens, think mermaid. Lips need to match. Hair loose and as smooth as you can possibly get it.”

“Whaddya think?” I twist my neck around, look at my hair from a few different angles. I smile, nodding. “Looks great.” “Makeup?” I heave another sigh. “If you insist.” Fallon smiles brightly, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. I sink down on the edge of it while she reaches into the bottom of the dress bag, retrieving a small pouch containing her makeup. “Not too much, please,” I say through gritted teeth. She laughs, unzipping the pouch and pulling out a few things. Mascara, eyeliner, bronzer, lipstick. “I’ll keep it simple. Classy.”

I plugged in the premium hair straightener, forcing Maya’s thick, unruly waves into a sleek, glass like sheet of dark hair that fell perfectly past her shoulders. Next came the makeup. I uncapped the heavy, full coverage foundation, using a dense brush to layer it thickly over her skin, completely concealing every minor imperfection. I sculpted her jawline with deep contour, highlighted her cheekbones, and applied a sharp, dramatic winged eyeliner that completely transformed her soft features into something striking, sharp, and unrecognizable.