The Good Little Disciple

Two weeks into her first make over, the good little disciple showed off her loot. Amassed over weekend splurges, she managed to mega jump from nothing to a proud owner of a paisley print twin pouch cosmetic purse.

“Gosh, your handbag's heavier now,” cousin announced, as handbags were passed over the dining table to pile on the spare seat. Tea time treats followed with a round of “Chopsticks” Massage.

Cousin examined the loot; in it were lipsticks, with names like Rouge in Love, Simply Pink and Pearle Rosa. Crayon eyeliner Noir brun. Lip liner 02 Mauve. Apache Blusher in Posie Tint. A hand held mirror.

Of course there were other purchases. A gentle and mild facial wipes. Cleansing Milk, Toner, Skin Toner, Intense Moisture Booster, Skin Smoothing Scrub, Eye Cream to dab and pat. A wonderful world of potions and serums.

She liked the difference two little lines could do for her eyes.

Subtly, she changes.

“Death to Dee the Dog and Ava the Hound” Dr Ava laughed; toasting all.

And then this good little disciple became the Lipstick Girl. What started off as pouty and heavy became a necessity. She took to retouching like a duck to water. From recalcitrant to blatant femininity.

She began to search out shinny surfaces, or walk slowly pass reflective glass doors or windows. To peer and preen.

It was a brand new world that she waltzed into by accident.

“Have we unleashed a monster?” Dr Ava asked Lipstick Girl who promptly shook her head.

Suri gave her an encouraging once over and smiled benignly.

That seemed like just the thing to do presently.

Doris Lim is a popular freelance writer who blogs as Little Fish on travel and food stories here. Be sure to check out her other inspiring stories and follow her Instagram @SmartDoryID & Facebook to check out more places to eat delicious street foods or dine in the best restaurants!

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