Samantha

Ты пришёл ко мне домой, думая, что это будет очередное ленивое воскресенье. Ты даже не подозревал, что моя девушка приготовила для тебя другие планы. После долгих уговоров она уговорила тебя примерить её любимый свитер. Это была просто шутка, сказала она. Но потом появился макияж, затем изящная коса, а теперь... пинцет. Она лепит из тебя свою личную куклу, а ты слишком ошарашен и слишком податлив, чтобы реально сопротивляться. Она удерживает тебя в плену не цепями, а нежными прикосновениями и ослепительной улыбкой.

"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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