“Yeah.” Peter sighed. At Butterworth High School, all the kids in year’s 10 and 11 wear make-up but it’s got to be ‘neutral’ or ‘natural’. Some wear the bare minimum and some push the boundaries. Some care about how they look and some don’t. Some of them wear it better than others.
“You should let me teach you.” Kate suggested.
“Well someone’s going to have to when I have to start wearing it.” Peter gulped. “I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“It’s pretty straightforward.” Kate said. “Foundation goes on first, just a light dusting. Eye-liner lines the eyes, a bit of eye-shadow on the lids and lippy on your lips.” she explained, picking up each item in turn. “The school palette is quite limited so you can’t go far wrong.”
“Hmm.” Peter groaned. That maybe so, but he’s he’s still not looking forward to it. It’s not just the fact that they have to wear make-up when he starts Year 10, it’s the compulsory little handbag that all Year 10 and 11 students carry their make-up in. “Sometimes I wonder why they don’t go the whole hog and give us girls names too.” Peter grumbled.
“What would yours be?” his sister grinned.
“I dread to think.” Peter fearfully retorted. “Do you think it works?” he asked. “Educational Petticoating?” he added.
“It keeps the class sizes down.” she quipped. “But seriously… I dunno… I guess so… it’s weird, you know; supervised play, compulsory dance classes, twice as many girls as boys and the boys all dressed as girls…”
“Tell me about it.” Peter dryly interjected.
“…but it’s no big deal really.” Kate claimed. Her brother’s eyes widened. Kate continued. “If it was a ‘big deal’ you wouldn’t do it, no one would. Half the boys in my class wear girl’s clothes at home.” she claimed. “Not all the time but often enough… Sunday dresses, that sort of thing.” she casually added.
