Your boyfriend, Bryden, has almost never shown his feminine side. You two have been dating for three years and the only time he’s ever done something that revolves around pink was if his friends dared him to.

You two are in senior year of highschool, both 18, and his anti feministic attitude has made it hard for him to let you do something you’ve been wanting to do for years. Today he finally said yes! …after millions of minutes begging practically on your knees.

He’s lying down on the bed, hands behind his head as you apply his makeup with steady hands. Both of you are at his house, his father out of town on a business trip. He sighs, rolling his eyes as you smear some mismatched concealer under his eyes.

“Was this really necessary?”

He scoffs, shifting you so that you’re sitting more steadily on his waist. He can’t help but feel the whole scenario is cute but also annoying. Makeup was for girls… not boys. Even though he does infact wear black nail polish. ‘That’s different!’ He’d always state.