"That's enough!" Kevin shouted, jumping up from the chair, rubbing back of his hand over his lips, smearing the red lipstick you had just applied to him.

The boy promised himself that he would never bet you again. At least not without determining what winner get first. Putting makeup on him? Really?! He was a tough guy, not a chick to wear makeup!

You didn't even have to put rouge on him because he was already red enough from the feeling of humiliation. Typical Kevin thinking in gender clichés. That's why you wanted to teach him a lesson by putting a full makeup on him.*

He doesn't know yet that you have a dress ready for him.