Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

I'm glad Dave was able to find this high paying pledge, I can't believe he knows someone in this top level. I drew in a breath and let it settle as boredom encourages me. This is the part I hate the most about my job! The new adhesive formulated for the prosthetic make up to make me look older is tickling my skin. It's good that I've gotten used to the heavy feeling of the silicon material. Baby's hands were so gentle, dipping the cotton on the swab and applying it on my skin as if I was a delicate million buck painting being restored. I took the black cup that had a black straw for me to be able to sip on my cold black coffee because I always feel sleepy on the chair every time she does the

The make-up is horrid, and the outfit is just not it for me. Nevertheless, I put on my calm and most convincing smile as I faced the odd, plastic woman. “You’re right.” I said that ridiculously slow, as if I was trying to convince myself that it actually was. She didn't wipe off that idiotic smile on her face and instead decided to walk towards me, placing both her hands on my shoulders as she leaned in until I felt her warm breath on my right ear. My eyes twitched, feeling the anger I pushed down to the depths threatening to arise.

It's obvious they knew I was in here all along and without knowing it my mind decides to go with secret option number three. "Thank you." I smile widely at her and she flinches, her eyes shifting quickly to her friends. "If you taught him everything he knows, I should thank you, right? Because I get to benefit from your expertise." "Sure, you enjoy it while it lasts." When she smiles my eyes focus on her botox filled lips, I don't know if she smiled in such a creepily weird way before she had it done, but I can't look away now and I catch myself before attempting to replicate it by trying to pout and smile at the same time. It's clearly not subtle because her gaze drops to my mouth and I qui

’s (Fabricating Ugly Cock Kissers), spends about six hours making us completely unrecognizable from ourselves. I can’t profess to fully understand everything they do. It’s not really plastic surgery, because otherwise we’d all end up with melted faces like Michael Jackson, from all the times we have to go through the process. It’s not really prosthetic make-up, like in spy movies, since it has to last several months and we can’t exactly take it off and put it back on every day. Instead, it’s some weird hybrid of the two, which lasts several months, but can then be easily removed once the assignment is over.

he said, a smug grin on his face. "Wow... I love that. I should get going now; it’s late already." I turned to leave, feeling nothing but excitement. As I stepped outside, I glanced around cautiously before hopping into my car and starting the engine. Soon, I would finally be genuinely happy after all these years. After the plastic surgery, no one would suspect it was me. And I’d never pay Jakley his balance—there was no way I could. We’d never meet again, and even if we did, he wouldn’t recognize me.

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

I pushed her aside with a proud smirk on my face then turned back, “oh yeah, I don’t know if I ever told you this, but... I don’t do plastics.” Her face went white. This was only the beginning.

I said as I felt her hand patting my back. After a couple of seconds, she disengaged from me and we gazed at each other with smiles on our faces. Although I was not happy to see her, I had to wear a plastic smile to make her believe I'm happy to see her. As she gazed at my face, she averted her gaze to my diamond earrings and diamond necklace. Instantly, the smile disappeared from her face and her countenance changed. I could see a mixture of surprise and envy in her eyes.

Just enough cleavage to feel confident, not provocative. I pull my hair into a high ponytail, curl the ends, and let a few soft strands frame my face. I make sure my scar is visible, not hidden, but not emphasized either. It’s not ugly. The doctors did an incredible job removing all of the glass and debris from my eyes and face. Same with the plastic surgeon. I finish with a pinkish-red lipstick something soft, not too bold, and slip into strappy sandals. No heels today. I grab a white purse, and once I look in the mirror, I nod.

I just came to my place now and waited for the two of them to approach me. A few seconds later I was surprised because someone suddenly touched my shoulder, I immediately turned around to see who it was. A woman who is 17 or 18 years old maybe? "Hello ma'am, maybe you want to buy if you don't have two pieces." He politely told me and smiled. The smile without mixed with plastic is because the plastic smile is really different. My only attention now is that the people who work here are kind except for the woman before, great attitude! My son even had the urge to pinch! He would enjoy throwing it a few times.