Author: Angel
Email: angel42666@geocities.com.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, I'd most likely be nicer to them
Dedication: To whoever said that no one writes funny fic anymore. Because I amuse the hell out of myself. So.... Ha! And to Sheila. Because I love you. And to Elani, because I write everything for you.
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Looking into the mirror, I adjust my wig a final time. I absolutely think I look better with this red hair than my natural color. I pluck and smooth my eyebrows, then begin the serious business of applying my makeup.
I begin with a layer of smooth foundation to cover any imperfections.. not that I really have many. I dust powder over my face, then pucker my lips prettily as I apply a deep red, gold-flecked lipstick. I expertly line my eyes with a smoky grey liner, smudging to create the perfect effect. I cover this with a white shadow that is not quite opaque.
Now that my face is perfect, it's time to get dressed. I hunt through the piles of clothes in my closet until I find the perfect thing. First, my Victoria's Secret Wonderbra. It gets all the guy's attention. Next, I slip into my black leather minidress. As it slides down over my fishnets, I'm glad I remembered to wax my legs today. My 60-eye, five-inch heeled doc martens complete the outfit.
I sling my purse over my shoulder and prepare to go out. As I am leaving, I catch sight of myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my door. I address my reflection.
"Rupert Giles, you are a stunning woman."