It starts with lipstick.
Just a bright pink lipstick, as innocent as it sounds. A lipstick left behind by Sonya or Brenda (or one of the other girls, but they’re the ones that enjoy wearing it the most), probably forgotten by them. Newt is the one to find it and he tucks it in his pocket with the intention to give it back later.
Only that later never comes.
When he takes his jeans of later that night, the lipstick falls out, the case opening as it bounces on the floor. Newt bends to pick it up and put the top on again, careful so he won’t break it, since it’s a pretty color.
A pretty, pretty color.
Without thinking about it, Newt steps forward to the mirror in his room. His hand is shaking as he lifts the lipstick, brings it closer to his mouth. Applies it with trembling fingers, his lips a little too smudged but that’s okay.
It doesn’t look that great, to be honest, but it feels… good. It makes Newt feel oddly at home in his skin, and when he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and tilts his head to the side, lips curling in a soft smile, he’s surprised by how not-masculine he looks.
He’s also surprised by how good and light that makes him feel, and he decides to keep the lipstick.