Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

"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.

"Your eyelashes looked beautiful when they were wet like that." "My eyelashes?" he looked confused, and then held his phone's photo app up on reverse to see himself. "They look clumpy." "We call that thick and lush in the female world." "Oh," he said, thoughtfully, and then nodded in understanding. "Thus, the mascara." "Yes." "So I should wear mascara more, you're saying?" I laughed. "More implying you already do?" He shrugged, teasing me. "I'm in touch with every aspect of my masculinity, even when it veers into traditional expression of femininity."

he said. “But I’ll tell you something. If anyone thinks calling you beautiful is a good way to joke then they don’t see what I see.” She cleared her throat at the quick change of his tone. He’d gone from sexy and flirty to deadpan and serious. “And what’s that?” “A woman who doesn’t need the trappings of war paint and too tight outfits to display how beautiful she is. Inside and out.” Oh, wow. “Um, war paint?” He frowned. “You women call it makeup.”

“Aside from the make-up, is there something else on my face?” the man asks after noticing I’ve been staring too long at him. He has on a vampire costume. But the makeup isn’t so thick, as his actual features aren’t well hidden. He used foundation to make his face pale, then there’s his thick eyebrows, his blueish lips, and his red eyes. There’s also a black shade and a few cracks around his eyes to represent a furious vampire. As he speaks, his fangs come in view as well.

The question shot through my mind. I followed his gaze, but I couldn’t tell which model had caught his attention. In line with the theme, each model wore stylized theatrical makeup—bold, dramatic designs inspired by vintage performance masks. Their faces were painted in striking reds and exaggerated brows, with doll-like crimson lips. One even wore the traditional comedic character makeup, making it impossible to distinguish who was who, let alone guess who Miles might be reacting to. The trio posed at the end of the runway before turning back with elegant precision.

His crisp white dress shirt was perfectly pressed, and his black tie was neatly knotted. His hair was styled in a tousled, yet well-groomed manner, and his jawline was chiseled, giving him a rugged, masculine look. His eyes, a deep brown, were framed by thick, dark lashes that made them stand out. He had a light layer of scruff along his jawline, which gave him an air of sophistication and a hint of danger.

He had to check again before looking up at the man before him. Wigs, heavy makeup, a crop top that showed his barely slender waist, eyelashes almost like the wings of a hawk, leggings that hugged his thick thighs so tightly, and those beards… Jesus fucking Christ. “What?” he drawled, seeming to try to keep his voice feminine. “Do you like me so much? You couldn’t utter a word?” Without a word, Mason took his wallet and headed out this time, almost screaming in frustration. One more time. This time, he made the digging himself.

After checking himself, he headed to the bathroom to do his make up. He paint his face as beautiful as he can be, in cherry-red lipstick, black eyeliner, gray eyeshadow and mascara. Checking himself in the mirror, he saw that he was not quite presentable as a woman, but he was closer. "Only God knows what am going there to do." He said to himself.

Nilagyan niya ng gel ang kanyang buhok upang magmukhang maiksi. Ilang sandali pa, isang lalaki na ang nakikita niya sa salamin. Her lips might be too red. Pero may mga lalaki naman na naglalagay pa nga ng masculine lipstick para maitago ang mga marka ng nicotine. "Hello, I'm Architect Sam Cruz," pahayag niya. Sinadyang pinalalim ang boses upang maging panlalaki sa pandinig. Ilang ulit pa siyang nag-ensayo, bago niya nakuha ang perpektong timbre ng boses-lalaki.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.