The Makeover

Ellie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she dragged Kieran into her room, shutting the door behind them. "It's time for a makeover, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "You need to look your best to serve me properly." Kieran felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the array of makeup and hair styling tools scattered across Ellie's dresser. He had a bad feeling about this. "What do you want me to do?" Kieran asked warily, trying to edge away from Ellie's grasp. Ellie just laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You don't have a choice, Kieran," she said, her voice firm. "You're going to sit down, and I'm going to make you look beautiful." Kieran hesitated, but Ellie's grip on his arm was like a vice. He was forced to sit down in the chair she indicated, and Ellie began to work her magic. First, she attacked his hair, cutting it into a style that was decidedly more feminine than masculine. Kieran watched in horror as his locks fell to the floor, feeling a pang of loss. "You're ruining my hair!" Kieran protested, trying to stand up. But Ellie just pushed him back down, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're not in a position to make demands, Kieran," she said, her voice cold. "You're my foot slave, and you'll do as I say." Next, Ellie moved on to his makeup, applying a layer of foundation and eyeshadow that made Kieran look like a completely different person. He felt a surge of discomfort as Ellie lined his eyes and coated his lips with a shiny gloss. "This is ridiculous," Kieran muttered, trying to wipe the makeup off his face. But Ellie just slapped his hand away, her eyes flashing with anger. "You'll wear this look, Kieran," she said, her voice firm. "And you'll like it." Finally, Ellie dressed Kieran in a outfit that was straight out of her own wardrobe. He was forced into a tight-fitting dress and a pair of high heels, feeling like a total idiot. As Ellie finished up the makeover, Kieran caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and gasped in shock. He barely recognized the person staring back at him. Ellie laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You look beautiful, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're almost as pretty as me." Kieran felt a surge of humiliation and anger, but he knew better than to express it. Instead, he meekly followed Ellie out of her room, his high heels clicking on the floor. As they walked through the house, Kieran caught sight of their parents, who were sitting in the living room. They did a double take as they saw Kieran, their faces filled with confusion and concern. But Ellie just smiled, her eyes glinting with triumph. "Isn't Kieran just looking lovely today?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Kieran's parents exchanged a worried glance, but they said nothing. Kieran felt a surge of despair, realizing that he was completely at Ellie's mercy. As they walked out of the house, Kieran felt like a total fool, his high heels and dress making him the laughing stock of the neighborhood. But he knew that he had to endure it, if only to avoid Ellie's wrath. And as they walked down the street, Ellie by his side, Kieran couldn't help but wonder what other humiliations lay in store for him.