The Substitute Teacher

Part 91 ~ Pretty Michael / Jaylah's Sweet 16

"I don't think there was a whole page worth of aciton going on, honey . ."

"I don't care . . half a page then . . . I want something for this . . ."

"Alright . . . so will you do it?" 

"Fine . . . I'll do it . . because I love you . ."

I laugh. . .

"No, you do it because you're a hornybear!"

I open my make up bag with a huge grin on my face.

"Alright love . . . wake up to makeup!"

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Michael just drove the kids to his parents' house. I'm waiting here in the bathroom, getting ready all the stuff to put on his face . . . this will be so damn funny . . . I can taste it . . I already put up the camera . . I will film the makeover too . . he will have no idea . . and when we go outside, I'll grab the camera and pretend I just started filming . . . this will be so hilarious. . . the kids will stay the night at his parents' house . . this gives us a little time for each other . . . my hands are shaking, I'm so excited about this . . . I will literally piss my pants, I know it . . . once we enter the mall I will crack up and pass out from laughing so hard . . . I wish Felicia was here . . but she will see it in the video when I show her . . . 

15 minutes later Michael comes back home . . . the look on his face is so damn cute!! he hates this idea but he lets me do it anyway because I'm so excited about it . . . his pouty face and sorry eyes make me wanna grab him and pinch his cheeks but there's no time for this now . . . it's time to put the makeup on him! xD . .

"Welcome back, Michela . . ."

"Don't you . . EVER . . call me that again!!!"

I laugh. .

"I'm sorry but this is too funny . . . come on, baby . . let's go to the bathroom . . I set everything up already . . you will look so pretty . . . especially with the purple eyeshadow and you know what? I will put some green in it too . . it will go great with your eyecolor . . haha"

He rolls his eyes . . .

"You're having too much fun with this, Ariana . . ."

"I know . . HAHA!"

He sits down on the edge of the whirlpool and I start with the foundation. . . Michael's skin is flawless as it is, I don't really need foundation but if I'm gonna put makeup on him I'm gonna make it right!

"Close your eyes"

He closes one eye and watches me open the eyeshadow palette with the other. 

"Close your eyes! I can't put the eyeshadow on your lid with your eyes open!"

"But not too much . . just a light brush and that's it . . ."

"Yea, you wish! . . I'm gonna make it purple enough for everyone to see!"

"NO! . . please . . this whole idea is embarrassing enough!"

"Alright, alright . . I'll put on a light dust . . now close your beautiful eyes"

30 minutes later I'm done with the whole makeover . . . I can't stand straight, I'm laughing too hard . . my stomach muscles ache so bad . . Michael looks so funny . . the purple eyeshadow, the pink blush . . . the pink, glittery lipgloss . . this is too much . . . I can't keep it together. .

"You look so pretty my dear . . . ."

"Stop it Ariana . . now, can I look in the mirror??"

"No . . . you can look at yourself in the car . . ."