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Confused?! I Was!!
My childhood was much like any other childs, I had the stable family
background, father who worked as a security guard for a block of
apartments, every day the same old rounds, a mother who kept the house
clean and orderly, looking after her husband and two children, myself
being one of them and my sister being the other. My sister was around
12 years older and the apple of my dads' eye. As for myself, I was a
typical boy who craved his fathers' approval and loved his mother with
deep heartfelt warmth only a son can feel for his mother.
I suppose I should have realised something wasn't as it should be when
every weekend for as many years as I can remember, I looked forward to
and followed my mum through Boots, John Lewis & Debenhams! I supposed I
should have kicked up a fuss or at least protested at the fact that I
had to do the same things every weekend! Look around the clothes shops
and the same cosmetic & fragrance counters, listening to the same
questions and chit chat from the girls trying to sell whatever product
they had on special or which ever one they were told to boost sales for!
My mum and sister were suckers for this banter and I'm ashamed to admit,
I was just like them. I loved the enthusiasm in their demeanour and
voices as they described how this wonderful lotion or fragrance would
allow anyone who used it to look and feel at least 10 years younger or
smell so attractive even the most gorgeous and unobtainable man would
instantly fall from Hollywood and beg their hand in marriage unable to
live without them! Damn it, I was in just looking at them! Those girls
stood so proud and elegantly, make-up impeccably applied, in either a
fitted suit looking ever so swish or a fitted dress, hugging in at all
the right places and showing curves upon elegant curves! The way those
girls moved along the shop floor, they almost glided! If that's what
having these products in your life enabled you to look and smell like, I
remember thinking, you can sure as hell count me in!
Now I know what you're thinking, a young boy in his early teens would
only be interested in such women for the stirrings that such beautiful
creatures could create in his loins and I would be lying if I even tried
to tell you, they didn't have that very effect which necessitated
relieving at some point (albeit through dreams or physical activity, so
to speak!) but I worshipped them for other reasons too! Reasons a young
boy really shouldn't be thinking about and I certainly tried to put out
of my head! You see, women fascinated me for so many reasons and on
many, many levels. I was, after all, a young boy filled with
testosterone and experienced all of the desires and yearnings that a
young boy has!! So many times it felt as though my urges and desires
were more intense than any other boys could or should ever be. Then
there was the other side to my complete fascination with women. I was
completely entranced by the way they were. The way they talked, laughed
or giggled in such a way their entire face lit up and in turn lit up any
and every room or situation they were in. The way they walked,
unknowingly sexy and enticing, hips swaying and bottoms wiggling without
even trying! The way they spoke and got carried away with what they were
discussing and don't even get me started on the way they dressed! How on
earth any of god creations could ever be so evocative and sensual
without even trying, well, it was just beyond me.
I guess I started to realise things weren't quite as I though they were
one ordinary night at home. Once a month my father used to take my
mother to the local Legion. There would be a dinner and dance and they
would save all month for that one night. My mother would start getting
ready after she had sorted out tea for my sister and myself. After
setting down our tea on the table she would lock herself in the bathroom
and begin beautifying for the night ahead.
After my tea I would go up the stairs and sit on the top step, right
opposite the bathroom door and wait for her to come out, always with her
hair and body wrapped in towels and scooting off to her bedroom to ready
for when my father would walk through the door. She would sit on the
edge of her bed applying her coconut lotion all over her body paying
particular attention to her silky smooth, newly shaven legs carrying the
tropical scent of coconut all over her soft and olive coloured skin.
I was lucky, I had inherited my mothers colouring and my father mane of
dark hair, teamed with blue eyes, I had been described as a perfectly
beautiful child. Not a handsome boy, a beautiful child! What with my
slender build I suppose I was slightly androgynous in appearance which I
have to say in later years became something I adored. After she had
moisturised, should would start applying her make up. I would sit
there, entranced more and more with every brush stroke and application
of colour. She would always apply her foundation with her hands,
rubbing the colour all over her face and neck before highlighting her
cheek bones with a wonderful warm shade of bronzer and a touch of
blusher to give her that flushed and fresh faced look. Then would come
the eye shadow in shimmering creams before adding a dash on mocha brown
colouring in an off sided V shape to highlight her gorgeous almond
shaped eyes before defining with eye liner and coating her long and
luscious lashes with mascara, showing how amazing her eyes could look.
I often thought they had a slight feline look to them which only added
to how attractive my mother was. She was incredibly striking in a
natural way anyway but when she applied her make up, WOW! That lady
stopped traffic and it was easy to see how my father was totally
besotted with her. She finished her face with a flash of rouge across
her lips highlighting her cupid bow top lip and showing off, how
fantastically prominent her true features were. She would always set
her fringe in rollers and dry the rest of her hair, tying it up in a
ponytail finishing her look with a red ribbon. She loved wearing her
matching white twin set of a white sleeveless vest and cardigan with a
gorgeous red and white gingham full circle skirt with a white lace
petticoat, little white ankle socks with white lace trim and a par of
heeled back dolly shoes. She was a complete head turner and always
managed to be walking down the stairs as my father walked in the door.
You should have seen that smile on my fathers face, every time her saw
her walking towards him it looked as thought it was the first time! She
would reach the bottom of the stairs, kiss his cheek and he would grab
her around the waist before kissing her and telling her "He had won
First Prize" when she had agreed to be his. She always laughed and told
him to stop being so silly, booby prize maybe then adding he should get
ready to go out as she didn't want to miss the start! He took 20
minutes max to get showered and ready for their night out and off they
would go, out the door until the early hours.
One night, I went into my mums room after they had gone out, just
mooching around when I spotted her make up left lying on the dressing
table, everything she had used was just left there, lying around not put
away in her make up bag as per usual. I picked up her brushes and
looked at them, feeling the soft bristle with my fingers tips before
running them across my eye lids as I had watched my mother do so an hour
or so previously. As I did, I remembered how my mother had shaded from
one colour to the next and copied what she had done. I picked up her
eye liner pencil and lined my eyes in the same way before unscrewing the
mascara and coating my lashes with it. I marvelled how it made my
lashes look so long and curled in such a softly feminine way which made
my eyes look so open and alive. Looking in the mirror I was surprised
how my eyes resembled my mothers when made up, hang on! What on earth
was I doing! I ran to the door on my way to the bathroom, listening at
the bedroom door for foot steps coming up the stairs, nope, everything
was quite so I ran from my mum and dads room into the bathroom. Locking
the door firming behind me, I ran hot water into the hand basin and
washed my face completely clean, looking into the mirror thinking, "What
in earth possessed me to do such a thing?" I finished washing my face
and went back to my bedroom. I tried getting to sleep that night but I
couldn't shake the thoughts of what I had done that night. Completely
thoughtlessly, applying make up to my face! MY FACE!! I was a boy! boys
don't do that kind of thing do they!? I decided that it was just a silly
inquisitive misadventure and that I should just forget that it had ever
happened. I just thanked god my sister hadn't come up stairs and caught
me doing it or worse, caught me after it had all been applied and not
washed off! What would she have thought of me? What would she had told
everyone!?
I carried on for the next few days as normal, but I couldn't shake the
memories and thoughts of what had happened that night, no matter how
much I tried to deny it or divert my mind and thoughts to something
else. I couldn't get away from the fact of how I felt that night
applying that make up. How good it felt to look in the mirror and see
myself in such a manner, wondering how I would have looked had I gotten
further to have applied foundation, blusher and lip stick. I couldn't
shake these thoughts. During my waking hours I would zone out and think
about how I could copy my mothers application of her cosmetics, how I
would perhaps try something slightly different for my tone and
complexion. WHAT ON EARTH WAS I THINKING!?? I was a 12 year old boy for
goodness sakes!!! Why was I thinking this way?? I was so confused.
Time passed by and my mother reminded my sister that she was looking
after me that evening whilst her and my father went out to the Legion.
I had decided, I would stay down stairs with my sister tonight, watch
TV, chat, play games, anything other than watch my mother prepare
herself for her night out with my father. I sat on the couch, hearing
my mother upstairs singing away to herself whilst she was getting ready.
I couldn't sit still, I got up and made a drink, chatted away to my
sister who told me if I didn't shut up she would scream! I was so
agitated, I was completely restless. I persisted and stayed down stairs
until my mother and father popped their heads around the door saying
good night and that they shouldn't be too late. The front door clicked
shut. I sat there on the couch for what seemed like an eternity before
saying to my sister that I was going up to my bedroom to read before
going to sleep. She just waved at me and said "Yeah, whatever" as she
was watching her favourite TV programme. I walked up the stairs, fully
aware that I had no intentions of going to my own room by to my mother
and fathers' room. I walked in a closed the door as quietly as
possible. I walked over to the dressing table and saw that my other had
placed all of her make up back into her bag. Unzipping the bag, I took
out what I had seen her use. Foundation, blusher, eye shadow, eye
liner, mascara and lip stick. Placing them all in from of me like a
surgeon placing his instruments in front of himself preparing for an
operation. Without thinking I started applying the products in front of
me. Before I knew it, I was finishing off my full face of make up with
a flash of red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, I gave a slightly coy
and apologetic look that only a female can give. It felt so good, so
natural!?!? Why on earth did this feel so good?!?!? I stared into the
mirror, turning my face from one side to the other, tilting my head a
little, posing in a manner which I had seen my sister use that I can
only imagine made her feel more confident about the way she looked as I
know I felt kind if sexy when I was pulled the same poses and moved my
body in the same way I had seen her do. I started ruffling my hair and
posing in different manners when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I
completely froze! What do I do?? Do I stay put hoping my sister doesn't
come into our parents' bedroom or do I bolt for my room locking the door
behind me? Why on earth did I do this? What was I thinking, Oh My God!
What if she sees me like this? What would she think? What would she tell
everyone else? Her friends? Our family? Or even worse, MY FRIENDS???? I
felt sick, hot, cold & clammy! Right, I decided, I grabbed my mums
facial wipes and ran into my room locking the door firmly behind me. I
heard my sister reach the top of the stairs and go into the bathroom
locking the doors then after a short while, I heard the toilet flush and
she retreated back down the stairs into the front room. I could hear my
heart pounding so much, I honestly thought it would burst out of my
chest! Grabbing my mums facial wipes, I begrudgingly removed the makeup
from my face, erasing any trace of my earlier experimentations. After
wiping every last trace, I stared in the mirror, what on earth was
happening to me? Why did that feel so natural and why do I want to do
more? That night I dreamed!! Oh Boy!! Did I dream!!!!
Miss T Paige
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