I remember growing up and watching my sister put on makeup. I was fascinated by the process. I thought it would be such fun to be able to put makeup all over your face and change your appearance. I remember wanting the smooth looking skin, the color around the eyes, and the warm red lips.
Makeup was one of those things that I never experimented with when I was younger. The only time I ever had makeup on my face was a Halloween party I went as a woman and my then girlfriend, now my wife, went as a boy. I do remember when we did that I really enjoyed the entire makeup process. But it wasn't until about 15 years later that I finally wore makeup again.
I was talking to my wife about maybe getting a wig, as I did not have one of those at the time. If my memory serves my wife said, well if you are going to get a wig then you should try out some makeup. I thought about it for a nanosecond and agreed.
Since I was just going to be trying it out, I went to Target or Walmart or Rite-Aide, or some such local store and I got some foundation, eyeshadow, and lipstick. Then my wife and I attempted to put it on. It was fun, but it certainly did not look the best that it could. I continued using this makeup for quite awhile. Months, years even maybe, but I never was very happy with the results.
At one point in my wife's various jobs she had worked for clinique. I suggested to her that I thought I should try some of that makeup, that maybe I would have better results from that. So she and I went together and bought some of that makeup. I enjoyed using those products on my skin much more than the less expensive stuff, but I still was not very happy with it.
The thing was, what I really wanted to do was to go to a makeup counter and have the specialists do a make over on me, but I was too frightened. I had hundreds of different reasons as to why I could not do that. And then, one day, I woke up and said I am going to go have my makeup done by someone other than me or my wife.
I found a Macy's and, while dressed as a woman, with no makeup on at all, I walked into the store, up to the Clinique counter and politely asked the lady behind the counter if she had the time to be able to do a makeover on me. She said yes she had the time, had me sit down in a chair, and began the process.
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