Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

Am I really doing this right now? I blinked. “Wait, hold on,” I stammered. “What’s going on?” “We’re making you fabulous,” the man with the makeup case said, snapping it open with a dramatic flair. He pulled out a series of brushes and palettes that made me question my knowledge about the different colors that existed in the color wheel. I watched him set them up on the vanity table like a pro. I don’t know much about makeup and stuff, but I can tell that his stuff is expensive. Just look at those brushes. They’re like fairy godmother’s wands.

Carl grinned. He was absolutely right. I wasn't the type to rely on make up for looks, so this was one of the first times I was using make up, and a lot of it. Carl has skillfully applied the male up on my face, in the way that highlighted a few of my features, contoured my nose and even shaped out my jawline and gave me a sharper chin. "This is like magic, how did you learn how to apply male up this well?" Carl shrugged. "I just picked it up along the way, I never thought it would help me now."

Caspian said eloquently, "Don't think makeup is unnecessary just because you're a man. "Rissa is a natural beauty. With makeup on, she looks absolutely divine. "If you were to stand bare-faced next to Rissa, you'd just look unworthy of her!" Dylan said in dissatisfaction, "Just look at your brows. I bet you've never had them trimmed! "Don't think you can skip out on grooming just because you're a man. You're far too scruffy!"

He grins, and pushes at Celine to get her to move faster, she chuckles and gets up, “Aw, hell yeah, Honey! Make me a different kind of Queen!” They all dissolve into laughter as Lara works on Greyson. He ends up looking very elegant, with just a touch of mascara and eyeliner. A gentle smoky eye and a hint of lipstick only a shade darker than his own lips with some lip-gloss for shine. He’s very happy, and peacocking around the room, flipping his hair. As Lara moves on to the next person.

“Deal. But just so you know, you look amazing without any makeup at all.” My heart swelled with affection at his kind words. “Thanks, Leo.” He cracked his knuckles dramatically, like he was going for a fight. “Now, let’s get you glammed up.” He started with foundation, blending it smoothly into my skin. His touch was light and careful, I barely felt the brush grazing my face. I closed my eyes, letting myself relax as he worked his magic. He added a soft blush to my cheeks, a hint of warm eyeshadow, and a precise swipe of eyeliner.

On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos. I couldn’t see much of her face, but her eyes stood out through the mask, the colour of her eyes against the gold in the mask made her orbs seem even more striking, added with the smoky eye effect. Her makeup was done lightly, the only part that stood out from her face was her lips, they were naturally plump and the wine-red lipstick she chose to wear made her lips seem even more inviting. I’m sure every man in the room would kill to have her in their arms and every woman here tonight would kill to be her.

I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be.

He makes a face. "You're very likable," I continue, making him smile at me in just a second. He beams at me, actually. A boy who likes praise is hot as fuck, but I force myself not to dwell on that thought, "You know how to talk. And you talk a lot. You're also... you know, attractive. Guys like you could come up to any woman and sell her anything." "Not makeup," he says, like that's preposterous, "I've never worn makeup and I won't start here. I'm not that desperate."

"They said that it was fully paid for three people, and since Steph didn't come, they gave us these goodies. Maya also got a few bags." Seeing that Drake pouted in displeasure, Talia quickly added. "From what I've seen, there are facemasks, moisturizers, rejuvenating creams, gel peels, and some other stuff. We can use them together." Drake cocked an eyebrow. "Do you think I need such girly things?" Talia couldn't believe his I-don't-do-girly-stuff attitude. Massages and skincare have nothing to do with gender. Talia thought of teasing him a bit. "A man of your age should think about his skin."

"Whatever you say." He had brought in a "professional make up artist." A bald, middle aged man that dressed and looked like the poster boy for effeminate gay men who wouldn't shut up about his Hollywood clients. He had spent three hours on my face and by the time he was done, I had to admit that despite his "Megan Fox is a bitch" stories he insisted on blabbing about throughout the entire process, he had done a pretty good job. I looked almost exactly like this Karen Garcia.