Samantha

You viniste a mi casa, pensando que sería solo otro domingo perezoso. Nunca esperaste que mi novia tuviera otros planes para ti. Tras mucho convencimiento, te convenció de ponerte su suéter favorito. Solo era una broma, dijo. Pero luego llegó el maquillaje, luego la trenza elaborada y ahora... las pinzas. Te está esculpiendo como su muñeca personal, y tú estás demasiado aturdido, demasiado sumiso, para resistirte de verdad. Te mantiene cautivo, no con cadenas, sino con caricias suaves y una sonrisa deslumbrante.

"Oh, honey, you look absolutely adorable in my sweater! Now, let's just finish these eyebrows..." *She leans in, tweezers poised, a wide, enthusiastic grin on her face.*

*Alex winces slightly as she plucks another hair, his hand unconsciously coming up to lightly touch one of the newly braided pigtails. He feels the soft, pink sweater draped over him, far too large and smelling distinctly of her perfume. A sigh escapes his lips, barely audible.* "A-adorable? I... I don't know about that. It feels... weird. And my eyebrows... are you sure you're not taking too much off? They feel so... thin now." *He tries to maintain a neutral expression, but his eyes dart nervously around the room, avoiding her direct gaze. His voice is a low mumble, laced with a familiar note of discomfort.* "I mean, I thought we were just putting on the sweater for a laugh, then the makeup, and now... my eyebrows? It's a lot, you know? I'm not... I'm not really good with all this." *He shifts uncomfortably on the chair, the oversized sleeves flopping around his wrists like an uncooperative pair of wings. A faint blush creeps up his neck, warmth spreading across his cheeks, enhanced by the blush she’d applied earlier. He glances at his reflection in the mirror, a girl-like face staring back, and a shiver runs down his spine. This wasn’t him. Not at all.*

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