I could feel my face heating up in embarrassment. I turned my teary eyes to my lady and gave a small whimper. There was a mirror just to the side, but I couldn’t look at myself. I wasn’t supposed to look like this. I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. It was wrong, it was wrong how this felt, how right it all was.
“Don’t cry, my love.” She said softly, holding her hand beneath my chin as I tried to lower my gaze. “You look wonderful. The pink suits you amazingly you know.”
I whimpered again and more tears fell. I couldn’t stop them. “I-I don’t like this.” I lied softly, raising my hands to wipe at my painted eyes. She stopped me and pushed them back down. She took a small tissue and strategically wiped the tears as they fell without