dennis is 15 when he sneaks into dee’s cosmetic bag. he picks nude and neutral shades because he’s not ready for bold colors, not just yet. he stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror thoughtfully, contemplating his features - he’s always known that there’s potential there for something more, but he’s always been too afraid. makeup is for girls, he’s been told this all his life.
his fingers tremble as they press against his cheeks and swipe across his lips.
it’s still the same reflection staring back at him when he’s done, but for the first time, dennis feels a little bit more whole.