My Son

We were sitting at the kitchen table facing each other, talking quietly after eating. I took my compact from my purse and opened the mirror. Took the cap off the lip liner, opened my mouth and traced the outline of my lips. You were watching every movement. I reached into my little cosmetic bag for my new tube of lipstick and popped the cap off. Slowly screwed the bottom of the tube and the lipstick rose all the way out, looking like a red hot penis growing hard.

I screwed it partway back in and freshened up my lips, making them shiny red. You were watching closely, eyes focused on every little move I made. I screwed the tube out again, pursed my mouth into a small tight O and slowly inserted it between my lips, drawing in my cheeks. I pulled it out and shoved it right back in quickly.

When I finished I put the tube back into my makeup case. You were silent, staring at me with eyes wide. I said, "What are you staring at? Have you never seen a girl put her lipstick on before? If you were a girl you would be old enough to be wearing lipstick by now"

Then you dropped a bombshell. "I wish I were a girl"

My jaw dropped and now it was my turn to stare. I opened my cosmetic bag again and handed you the tube of lipstick. "I'll teach you"