Walking a Mile In Her Shoes IV (YT)

After drying my hair, I was handed a brush. My sister told me how to go about it since I never really kept up with my hair before and it had some bad knots. I started from the bottom and brushed a bit of it out, then I moved up to the next part.

It worked surprisingly well; it sure as heck hurt less. I go bit by bit around my head until my hair is all brushed out. Once I was done, I turned towards my sister and saw she had already finished brushing her hair out and was styling it.

I was once again behind. I asked her if I was supposed to be doing what she was doing and she told me no. My hair was shorter, so I wouldn’t be able to do the same style as her. That made sense, so I asked her if my hair was okay as it currently was.

She looked at me and said I could, but it was a bit boring. She then came up behind me and grabbed two sections of my hair and held them in place. She told me to look in the mirror, which I did.

I then found her holding my hair in a way to make it look like I had twin tails. It also made me look super girly. Mira asked me if I liked it, and being embarrassed, I pulled forward, pulling my hair from her hands and told her there was no way I could wear my hair like that.

She giggled and asked me why not; she said it made me look young and cute. Mira sighed and said that was a shame. She then took her hand and grabbed my hair again and asked me if I could just settle for cute.

She took my hair and gathered it up on the side, creating a ponytail. She asked me if that was okay, and while it was still cute, it wasn’t nearly as embarrassing. So I agreed to it. She said that was great and gave me something to tie my hair up.

I took it and then pulled my hair together like she had done, well, almost like she had done, as she told me to not get all of the hair and to leave the longer bits in front of my ears loose. I then wrapped the hair tie around and secured my first ponytail in place.

I then looked over towards Mira and watched her finish up her hair, which again took longer since her hair was so long. I sat silently watching her and picturing what it must be like to have such long, pretty hair.

I mean, it has to be heavy, but she can do so many things with it. I’ve seen her do a different style every day for a month without repeating. It was honestly impressive, and the opposite of me, who just left it the same every day and cut it when it grew into my face.

Once she was done styling her hair, she used the hairspray she mentioned all over her head to hold it in place. I asked her if I didn’t need to do that since my hair wasn’t styled like hers. She praised me and told me I was correct.

She then handed me something else, and I looked at it. It was hair fragrance, used to give hair a pleasant smell. She told me to spray it a few times and then to rub it through my hair, and I’d have a very nice feminine scent for a while.

I squinted my eyes at her and told her I didn’t really need that, but she waved her hands at me and told me to do it, saying I might actually enjoy smelling nice for a change, instead of like a sweaty, greasy boy.

I shake my hand and tell her I don’t normally smell that bad, which makes her chuckle, so maybe I do, at least in her opinion. Though I can’t say I ever noticed anything. She went back to working on herself and I used the fragrance on my hair.

It was an orange scent, which is one of my favorites, so I can’t deny it smelled nice, and getting a whiff of it every so often was indeed pleasant, but I wouldn’t say I want to smell this all the time; it might get annoying.

I look over at her stock of stuff and see this is far from the only one she had, so perhaps she agreed and likes to change it up. Looking at them, though, I noticed that this was the only fruity one she had, and it seemed to be brand new.

It was almost like it wasn’t her type, and she just got it. I wonder if she’s looking for something new to add to her collection and wants to try it, and since we’re doing all of this, she’s using me as the guinea pig.

I mean, it’s a smart move, and I can’t blame her. She can probably smell it on me, and if she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t have to deal with it until the smell fades. Luckily I do like it, so dealing with the smell isn't a problem.

I placed the fragrance down and looked at my phone, and sure enough, it was about the same time when I would have been sitting outside the bathroom hoping not to flood my pants. So at the very least, I know what she’s doing when she takes forever in here.

I asked her if that was it. She shakes her head and says she usually applies a bit of makeup after that. Things like mascara and eyeliner, maybe some lipstick, and if something special is going on, there is a ton more she’ll add.

She then looked at me and jokingly said I was cute without any, just like her. I blushed and then rolled my eyes. We’re twins, so it makes sense we do look more similar than normal siblings, but jeez, I’m still a guy; I don’t want to hear about how cute I look.

I said that and just shrugged and said she was just saying the truth, but if I wanted to deny it and go back to being a dirty boy, that was my choice. After today, that was, as she said, we were just getting started.

She started to grab the makeup she wanted to use today and left me sitting there thinking about what she just said. Go back to being a boy? Of course I was going to go back; why wouldn’t I? I mean, what choice do I have? Stay a girl?