“Every shade of lipstick means something on a girl...” Penny explained as she rummaged in her makeup bag. “Pink is subtle, but with a bit of gloss it is juicy like a ripe fruit. It means the girl wants to be plucked down from her branch and devoured – though not by everyone. Only those lucky few...” She continued to search for the shade she wanted, clearly starting to get frustrated. Meanwhile, Joe sat wide-eyed and frozen in place – a coat of lipstick away from a completed makeover.
Joe's older sister had always had a twisted vengeful side. It was a bear that really didn't need much prodding. So, when Joe had crashed a motorised scooter into the side of her car two days earlier leaving an enormous hideous scratch, he knew instantly she would seek some kind of revenge. Denying it had been hopeless. The whole thing had been captured on the electronic doorbell camera outside their house. Penny had watched the footage first – a clearly intoxicated Joe with one hand on the handlebars, the other wrapped around a bottle of beer, trying to impress a couple of neighbourhood girls, and the cogs of her mind had started plotting payback instantly. Her options were endless – once she had threatened to show their parents or even the local police, he had been hers to mould.
The makeover was just a placeholder punishment. There would be much more to come even if Penny hadn't decided what it would be yet. Together with her friend Deanna, they had pulled Joe into her bedroom and spent an entire afternoon shaving and grooming him until he was ready to be stuffed into some of Penny's more feminine clothing. The rest of the revenge had been pencilled in as parading him around the town's Valentine's fair but they were still scheming for something better.
“Aarggh...” Penny tossed her makeup bag to the floor in annoyance. “Looks like I don't have any pink. Deanna... “ She turned to her friend. “Throw me your pink!”
“I don't have pink...” Deanna muttered sheepishly. “I have red!” She offered.
“Red is for whores!” Penny declared and then turned to Joe with an evil grin. “Perfect for you! Deanna, your lipstick. You do the honours!” Penny watched her blonde friend gleefully hold her brother's chin firmly as she smeared on a thick layer of red. Once she had finished, she winked and placed a big kiss on Joe's lips in a teasing fashion. Noticing some of the makeup had transferred to her own lips, she instinctively pursed them and paused. A moment of silence passed before she suddenly grabbed the feminised boy by the back of the head and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Whoaa!” Penny yelled. “What the...don't do that!” She dragged her friend off her brother and held her by the shoulders. Deanna's pupils were dramatically dilated in an almost manic fashion. “Hey!” Penny grabbed her friend's hand and lifted it to her face. “What the hell is in this lipstick?!”
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