Henry went to the bedroom where there was a full length mirror, instead of the bathroom and looked at his reflection. It was hard to believe it was his. The woman in the mirror looked a bit like a blonde version of Henry’s mother, or at least what Henry’s mother had looked like 30 years ago. Henry had not realised the shape of his face was so similar to his mothers. Mind you, Henry could not remember his mother ever wearing anything quite so racy and flashing so much cleavage.
Henry’s skin was coated with makeup but Alicia had done a very good job of blending the tones with his natural colouring. There was certainly no indication that he had a beard. If anything, his skin looked too flawless. There wasn’t any hint of freckles or spots. It looked a bit like the skin of a store mannequin.
Then there were his eyes. The black mascara made it look like he had long lashes and she had put some sort of glitter into greenish tinted eye-shadow on his lids. The colour bought out the green in his hazel eyes.
Below that he had a slightly too big nose above his rosy red lips. The lipstick he wore looked quite shiny. It seemed to exaggerate the size of his lips and seemed to make his teeth look whiter.
He flicked the hair aside and could see the sideburns Alicia had complained about. She was right, they did spoil the effect. However, his eyebrows, although bushy somehow still looked quite feminine. They were the same light blonde colour as his hair. The overall impression was of a woman say in her mid 40’s ready for a night out clubbing.
“Well you have certainly done a job on me” he commented. The deep male voice coming out of his throat was incongruous with his current appearance.
“Shh. Shut up. You spoil the effect”
“What am I meant to be silent over dinner?”
“No. I guess not. But if you kept your mouth closed you would certainly pass as a woman”
Just then there was a knock on the door “Room service” they heard.
“Did you want to get that? Test out your disguise?” Asked Alicia
“Not funny. I’m staying in here”
Alicia answered the door. Henry heard his wife invite the waiter in. He swiftly closed the bedroom door and stood with his back against it so as to prevent it opening.
A minute later Alicia came to the door and said “He’s gone. You can come out now”
Henry did. Alicia must have put her heels back on as he was looking at her neck. “You shouldn’t wear heels when you are already so tall” he told her.
“I want to wear heels. You wanted sexy, so you have got it. And I actually enjoy towering over people. If you think you’re too short you could always put your own heels on”
“What? I’m wearing my shoes”
“The heels I bought the day I had your feet. They would fit you”
“No way”
‘Suit yourself. Stay a short-ass. Come on then let’s have dinner while it’s hot”