A Boy With Girly Hair - Part 6

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Mascara too?

“Heh heh yeah, I guess my hair is kinda similar to…that Sammi girl’s Instagram...” I said awkwardly, hoping they’d cease with the comparisons. I mean, of course, I was flattered by the attention, but I didn’t exactly want Hannah, Haley, and Jessie, three of the most popular and attractive girls, giving me attention and compliments for having girly features.

The girls eventually started talking more and more about Sammi_Jaclyn32 and how they wish their hair could be like hers. They spoke of different hair products and eventually started to leave my hair alone.

“So Sam have you like ever curled your hair before?” Haley asked jokingly. All of the girls giggled.

“Uhh no I haven’t,” I responded, lying obviously. I don’t think they noticed though.

“Yeah don’t take this as an insult, but I think it would frame your face really nicely,” Jessie added, “Do you have a sister?”

“Yeah. She’s a senior.” I said.

“Well, you should definitely ask her to curl your hair at some point. I honestly think it would look really cute on you.”

I kinda just gulped. This conversation made me very uncomfortable.

“So no one has really told you before that you could have really cute hair? That seriously shocks me,” Hannah asked.

“Well my sister does tell me that from time to time, but we never really have really delved into that subject. As you can probably expect…”

“Honestly that surprises me,” Hannah said, “I mean you even have a nice thin face that would look great with that hairstyle. And you have really pretty eyes as well with kinda long eyelashes.”

All the girls nodded. “In fact,” Hannah continued. She then proceeded to walk over towards her desk and grabbed her backpack. It was a light blue backpack that wasn’t even bothered to be opened in this class. She placed in on the adjacent desk and pulled out what looked like a pencil case. However, it wasn’t a pencil case, it was a small make-up bag. Hannah pulled out a black tube. She untwisted it and out came a small black brush. “I was thinking we could all see what your eyelashes could look like with a little mascara…Please?”

All of the girls seemed to really like this idea. I looked around to see if anyone noticed what was going on. Nobody seemed to care, as they were all immersed in their own conversations. I looked back at what was going on and all three girls were still staring at me, and Hannah had the mascara brush in her hand.

“C’mon, it’s the last period of the day, and you can literally go wash it off afterward,” Jessie said.

Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? I have literally three of the hottest girls asking me to do something, and I’m considering saying no? I’ll be honest, maybe if doing this will help me get in with this crowd, it might just be worth it…

“Well there’s only like 5 minutes left in class, so go for it.”

The girls were very happy, “Are you sure you want to? I feel like you’re hesitant.”

“Well I am, but I mean you’re right, there are only 5 minutes left in class.”

“Alright then! It’s your call!” she responded. Hannah pulled out the mascara brush again and began to apply it to my eyelashes. I’d never worn any sort of makeup before, so it was a definitely…different…feeling. She put a coat or two on each eyelash, let it dry briefly, and then put some more on.

“Wow your lashes are already so long, but they look even better now!” Haley said apparently, complimenting me.

Hannah had a small mirror in her make-up bag. “Take a look!” she said.

I was about to take a look in the mirror, but Hannah quickly pulled it away, “Let’s brush out that hair a bit more quickly!”

She pulled out a brush from the make-up bag. Jeez, how much stuff did she have in there? She went through my hair and brushed it all with lots of slow strokes. I guess she really liked it because she kind of purred while doing it. By the time she finished, my hair was even softer and shinier than before.

“NOW you can look.” Hannah handed me the small mirror and my eyes looked totally different. I’d never seen my eyes seem to be as prominent on my face as they did right now. I blinked a few times and I actually looked kind of flirtatious simply blinking! The girls were telling me that I look incredible, which they were half right. I definitely would've looked incredible if I wanted to look pretty and like a girl in public, but that was not my goal at all, unfortunately.

Once again I looked around to see if anyone noticed, but people were simply involved in their own conversations or packing up as the day was ending soon.

The bell rang and everyone in the class started to leave. The girls all gave me a hug as they left and thanked me for letting them “torture me.” I said it was no problem and told them I’d see them tomorrow.

I began to walk to the bathroom next to the classroom and kept my hand over my eyes. I didn’t exactly want others seeing me wearing mascara.

I entered the bathroom and walked up to the mirror. Luckily nobody else was in there. However, just as I walked up to the mirror, and checked my phone. It was a text from my mother saying, ‘Remember that you’re being picked up from school today! Get out to the car now, or you’ll have to walk home!’

That’s right! My mom texted earlier in the day that she would be able to give Jenna and I a ride back home, as she had a meeting at the school today.

I decided that I didn’t feel like walking over a mile home, but I couldn’t just leave school wearing mascara. Luckily, I had a pair of sunglasses in my locker that I could wear over my eyes to hide them.

I texted my Mom back that I was coming, and then ran to my locker with my head down to make sure nobody saw my eyes. I put on the glasses, grabbed my books, and left the school.

Right out in front of the school was my Mom parked, and Jenna was sitting in the front seat. I entered the car and got into the back seat of the sedan.

I was hoping maybe my sister and mom wouldn’t say anything about the sunglasses, but I was immediately wrong. We s

“Hey, Sam! I’m really digging the glasses!” Mom said, “Any special occasion you’re wearing them for?”

“No, just thought it was kind of…bright outside.”

Jenna had a suspicious look on her face. I guess she could tell I was lying. “Well you know, Sam, it’s not bright in here anymore. You should take the glasses off.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” I replied.

“No, no, honey please take them off. It’s silly to wear them in the car.” my Mom added.

I sighed. I proceeded to take the glasses off just as we pulled up to a red light. I was looking down when I took them off and then looked up to see my mother and sister looking back at me.

“Are you wearing…mascara?” my Mom asked.

“Ooooh! I knew something was up!” Jenna bragged, “You’re eyes look so pretty!”

I blushed like crazy, “Let me explain guys! There were these three girls in my class, and…”

I went on to explain the whole thing. I talked about how they were interested in my hair, said I had feminine features, and even reminded them of Sammi_Jaclyn32, Jenna's Instagram pseudonym for me.

Then I went on to tell me how they insisted I try some mascara, as they thought it would look good on me.

“And obviously they were right,” Jenna said, “is this the first time you’ve tried make-up before?”

“Yeah I’ve never even tried foundation or anything,” I pointed out, “It feels really weird to be wearing it, especially in public, but what was odd was that nobody in class seemed to notice.”

“Maybe it’s because it looks so natural on you!” my Mom interjected.

“Mom! Please!” I yelled. She was being embarrassed as usual.

“No, but for real, Mom has a point,” Jenna stated, “Maybe they thought that it was a typical thing that you do, just because it looked so natural? Or maybe because you were getting along with the girls so well. It could be any of those reasons.”

I wasn’t so sure about how right Jenna was. A lot of people were involved in their own conversations, and don’t pay attention to me anyway, so I’ll just assume that was the reason.

“Did they do something to your hair too?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah, they ran a brush through it.”

“Well, you should do it more often. It looks really good.”

The three of us kind of dropped the whole issue there, and we chatted about school the rest of the ride home. When we pulled up to the house I walked into the house, and put my hair back in a ponytail so I could wash all the mascara off of my eyelashes. Once it was off, my eyes totally stood out less. My face looked a lot more…basic…now. I’m not really sure how to feel about that.

I decided to head back to my room and browse on the computer just a bit. I looked online at some news and read about the daily happenings as I often do. However, I got a bit distracted and figured that I could focus up a bit by writing a poem. I mean, it WAS quite an eventful day.

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The eyes are the key to the soul

But my eyes can not be the sole

The thing that controls who I look

and who I appear to be

Why is it that when I try

A few things for a whirl

That I always end up looking

Somewhat like a girl

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That thought always confused me a bit. Why do I always so easily end up looking feminine? I can guarantee that most guys if they got their hair done, would just look like boys with funny hairstyles. But for me, it always seems like I look…pretty. I get all the compliments that girls who get their hair done get. And would boys even WANT to get their hair done?

These thoughts were stressing me out. I decided to lie down in my bed briefly to just de-stress.

I was sitting in my bed for about 5 minutes when I hear a knock on my door. It’s Jenna.

“Hey, Sam, so I just checked the Instagram account…You’ll wanna see this…”

She just checked the Instagram account? What did she mean by ‘I’ll want to see this’?

I walked outside my room and I walked down the hall to Jenna’s. She was sitting at her desk with her laptop out and Instagram out. She turned around with a surprised look on her face, and she pointed to something on the computer.

“Sam, so from that fashion expo the other day, they apparently had a voting session of who sent out the best pictures using their hashtag. I know that they shared our picture of your prom updo before, but I guess they added something else.”

I looked at the computer screen. The page was not on my Instagram, or Jenna’s. It wasn’t even on the Fashion Expos. It was on Victoria's Secret. I guess the fashion expo was a subsidiary of Victoria’s Secret, and they had some sort of competition that said they would share a picture and username of the prettiest girls of the convention.

There were four pictures of girls in girly poses modeling their hair or clothes. However, the last picture, was a picture of me, my hair, with the description saying,

“Mystery Girl! Who is Sammi_Jaclyn32? We can only imagine her face is as pretty as her hair! Thanks for coming to the Convention!”

Jenna and I just stared at each other. “That’s not all though,” she said, “she clicked to another tab and pointed to the number of followers. It was now at 17,000. And the handful of pictures that we’ve uploaded were filled with comments saying, ‘Show us your face!’ and ‘Don’t be afraid to show your beauty!’

What have I done?