Hey, OK, so this is kind of embarrassing but also totally
unbelievable. My name is Max.
Or at least it was. I know that sounds dramatic, but
just wait until you hear what happened.
It all started last weekend. My sister Bella is the girliest
girl on the planet. Like, pink glitter everywhere.
10 different lip glosses in her purse and a closet that could
crush you with tulle. She's always telling me to stay
out of her room, which of course means I had to go in.
I was just being nosy, OK? She had this new vanity set up
with lights around the mirror and on it sat this one tube of
lipstick that looked weirdly fancy.
It had a golden case, sparkly pink writing and the name
Goddess Kiss Nabri Forbidden pink.
Honestly, it felt like it was calling to me.
I don't know what possessed me, but I picked it up, twisted the
cap and stared at the colour. It was this perfect shimmering
pink, like cotton candy kiss by moonlight.
I told myself. Just one swipe just to see what
the hype is about. Big mistake.
The second it touched my lips, I felt a tingle, not just on my
mouth, but everywhere, like my whole body shimmered.
I blinked, and my reflection blinked back, but something was
off. My lips looked fuller, shinier.
My eyelashes looked longer. My face looked cuter.
I leaned closer. Was I wearing blush?
Then I noticed my clothes had changed.
My hoodie and joggers were suddenly replaced by acute pink
crop top and short shorts. What the heck?
Panicking, I grabbed a tissue and tried to wipe the lipstick
off, but it didn't budget. In fact, it just made my lips
lossier. I started scrubbing harder and
harder, but nothing worked. I even tried soap instead.
The more I scrubbed, the more girly I felt, like something
inside me was shifting. And then Bella walked in.
She gasped. Then she smiled.
Oh, you use that one. She said, hands on hips.
Oopsie, that lipstick is cursed, Max.
Once you put it on, it doesn't just make you look like a girl,
it makes you a girl slowly, sweetly, and permanently.
I stared at her, jaw dropped, still holding the golden tube in
one hand. You mean this is?
Yep. She said with a wink.
Day one of your transformation. Enjoy the ride, cutie.
And just like that, she snapped a pic of me with her phone and
skipped away. So yeah, that's how it all
started. I don't know what's going to
happen next, but I can already feel little things changing.
My voice has this soft lilt now. I catch myself swaying my hips
when I walk, and every time I see my reflection I swear my
face looks a little more pretty. I have a feeling this is only
the beginning. To be continued.
OK so quick recap. I'm Max, or I was Max until I
made the adorable mistake of trying on my sister Bella's
lipstick goddess kiss #13 Forbidden pink.
Spoiler alert, it's cursed like magically glamour pink Princess
cursed. After that first swipe, I swore
I was still me, just with shiny lips and maybe longer lashes and
maybe a crop top that showed off my surprisingly smooth tummy.
But deep down I was still the same awkward video game loving
boy, right? Wrong.
The next morning I woke up in total panic mode.
I ran to the mirror and nearly fainted.
First off, my hair. Umm, excuse me.
It was longer, fluffier. It looked like I had spent an
hour blow drying it into the cutest bouncy waves.
My cheekbones were popping, my eyebrows were arched, and my
lips, still pink, still glossy, looked like I was about to blow
a kiss. Oh my God, I whispered.
I'm turning into a girl. Except I didn't sound like me.
My voice was soft, sweet, sing songy like a Disney Princess
ordering a pumpkin spice latte. I stumbled back and looked down.
I was wearing a matching pyjamas set, light pink with little
hearts all over it. What happened to my boxers and
T-shirt? Even worse, when I checked the
tag it said Maxine. Oh no, no, no, no.
Bella peeked into my room, already dressed in a glitter
tank top and denim skirt, like she was heading to a girl group
audition. Morning, Maxine, She chirped.
How's my Pretty Little sister today, sister?
I shrieked, which sounded more like a squeak.
Bella just giggled. The lipstick works overnight.
Every morning a little more of you fades away and your true
self comes out. Isn't it exciting?
I glared at her. Or I tried to.
It's hard to look intimidating with sparkly lip gloss and
fluttery lashes. I need to reverse this.
I huffed. There has to be a way.
Oh sweetie. Bella said, sitting beside me.
There is no reversing Goddess kiss #13 the only thing you can
do now is embrace her. Her, you, Maxine, or maybe
something even prettier, We'll see.
She reached into her makeup bag and pulled out a pink satin
headband with a sparkly bow. Now hold still, Miss Pouty Lips,
you've got bed head and we need to fix that.
And just like that, she brushed my hair, slipped the bow on, and
handed me the mirror. I gasped.
Who was that girl staring back at me?
Me and she looked kind of cute. No no no no, I'm not a girl, I'm
Max. Right?
Right. But why did that bow look so
right on me? Why did my heart flutter when
Bella called me Maxine? Why did I kind of love how my
lips sparkled when I pouted? This cursed lipstick isn't just
changing how I look, it's changing how I feel.
And honestly, I'm not sure if I'm ready for what's next to be
continued. So I may have accidentally
become Maxine overnight, or at least 70% Maxine.
My lips are permanently glossy, my voice sounds like a pop star
doing ASMR, and I now have a growing collection of sleepwear
with bows. But today?
Oh honey, today was next level. I tiptoed downstairs, hoping to
avoid Bella. No such luck.
She was waiting for me at the kitchen table like a makeover
fairy godmother, sipping her iced coffee with one perfectly
manicured hand. Well, well, well, she said with
a huge grin. Look who's rocking that adorable
headband. Ready for your next lesson,
cupcake? Lesson.
What was this, girly Hogwarts? Before I could protest, she
whisked me back upstairs to her room.
A fluffy pink Wonderland of perfumes, sparkles, and about
300 lip glosses. Lesson 1, the gloss ritual.
She said, picking up a glitter wand shaped tube.
You've been rocking Goddess kiss #13 for a few days now and it's
settled in. But to truly awaken your inner
girly girl, it's time to layer. She unscrewed the wand and
before I could run smooch, she swiped it right across my cursed
lips. My knees literally buckled.
It tingled like butterflies, tasted like strawberry dreams,
and made my lips sparkle like disco balls.
I stared in the mirror, dazed. It's so shiny.
Bella giggled. Every swipe brings you closer,
Maxine, or should I say Tanya? I blinked.
T Tanya. Oh, you'll see, it suits you so
well. Then came lesson 2, bra basics.
Wait, what? I squeaked as Bella pulled a
Lacy little training bra from her drawer.
You're developing fast, sweetie. She said casually, like this was
totally normal. Cursed lipstick likes curves.
I looked down. She was right, my chest had a
tiny little swell, like my body was prepping for a Victoria's
Secret casting call. No, no way, I'm not wearing.
But before I could finish, Bella snapped the bra behind my back
like a pro. There you look darling.
Now bounce a little for me. I did not bounce.
OK, I bounced a little. My cheeks burned.
Bella just clapped. Oh, look at you, my little sis
is blossoming. I wanted to argue, I wanted to
scream, but the glossy lips, the fluttery lashes, the bra, they
all whispered a different truth. I wasn't Max anymore, I was
changing. And the name Tanya, well, it
didn't sound so scary anymore, it sounded kind of pretty.
To be continued. So after the whole lip gloss
lesson in bra fitting disaster, I mean experience, I was hoping
for a chill day. Spoiler alert, Bella had other
plans. She burst into my room first
thing in the morning with a high pitched rise and sparkle.
Tanya. Yes, she's calling me Tanya now
like it's a done deal and waved a cute pink outfit at me.
Get dressed girlfriend, today's the day we pop your fashion
cherry. I blinked at the outfit.
It was a pastel miniskirt, a white off shoulder top with
cutie pie and rhinestones and heels, baby pink kitten heels.
Bella, I can't go outside like this.
I squeaked. She just winked.
You're not going outside, silly. We're going shopping.
The mall is basically the runway for girls in training.
Before I knew it, I was in the outfit, my lips freshly glossed
obviously, and Bella was teaching me how to walk.
Lesson 3, the Princess walk. She put a book on my head like
we were in some 1950s finishing school and made me strut back
and forth across her room. Small steps, hip swaying, chin
up. And don't forget the wrist
flick. She chirped.
I was wobbling like a baby giraffe in heels and she was
filming the whole thing squealing.
OMG this is gold. I wanted to melt into the floor,
but I also didn't hate it. The click of the heels, the
swish of my skirt, the bounce of my, well, let's say the cursed
lipstick is definitely working its magic.
Then it was mall time. Bella dragged me straight to a
boutique called Sassy and Sweet where the sales girl greeted us
with oh what a cute pair of sisters and Bella didn't correct
her, she just giggled and said she's a newbie.
The sales girl winked. We love newbies.
Next thing I knew I was surrounded by Lacy panties, push
up bras, crop tops, and enough pastel to give a Unicorn
diabetes. They even had me try on
pantyhose. Pantyhose.
And when I came out of the dressing room in a flared
skater's skirt and sparkly cami, everyone clapped.
Bella snapped a photo. Tanya, you're slaying.
And honestly, I looked stunning. Soft, sparkly, feminine.
My cheeks were pink, my lips shimmered, my hair fell in cute
waves around my shoulders, and I kind of liked what I saw.
What's happening to me? Is it the lipstick, the clothes,
the compliments? Or am I just becoming her?
Becoming Tanya? To be continued.
OK babes, deep breath. I survived the mall.
I survived my first pair of heels.
I even survived being called a Dorbs by three different
strangers and kind of liking it. But nothing, and I mean nothing
could have prepared me for make up school with Bella and what
turned into a full on Sissy sleepover.
It all started after dinner. Bella barged into my room,
tossed me a silky baby blue nighty with lace trim and said
Tanya, tonight's your glow up graduation.
I blinked. Glow up, what now?
Lesson 4, she said, twirling her brush like a wand.
It's time you learned how to beat that face.
And so Make up school began. She sat me down in front of her
vanity, dimmed the lights, and played soft pop music in the
background. Then she pulled out the kit.
You know the one Foundation blush, highlight eye shadow
palettes with names like Mermaid Dream and Glitter Revenge.
I swear it had aura first, she said.
We contour away the boy and highlight the girl.
She guided my hand. Cheekbones, darling eyes that
pop, lips that say kiss me. I giggled, I couldn't help it,
she was so into it and I was starting to love the feeling of
the brush against my skin, the flutter of false lashes, the
shimmer of glitter on my cheekbones.
When she handed me the mirror, I gasped.
The girl looking back at me had doe eyes, glossy lips and a
twinkle in her smile. She was cute like TikTok queen
cute like gets invited to all the popular girls parties cute.
And then the doorbell rang. Surprise.
Bella squealed. Sleepover.
Before I could even process, two of her friends burst into the
room, Jazzy and Mia both rocking matching PJS and fuzzy slippers.
And guess what? They brought another satin
knighty for me. We heard all about your little
transformation, Tanya. Mia said with a wink.
Bella says you're the sweetest little Sissy in training.
I turned bright red, but they didn't laugh.
They squealed, hugged me, called me cutie, and then we did
facials, played truth or dare, and painted each other's nails
while watching ROM coms and eating marshmallows.
Somewhere between dare and lip gloss reapplication #7 I
realized something. I wasn't pretending any more.
The voice, the giggles, the way I loved how my skirt swirled
when I twirled. It wasn't just the lipstick, it
was me, the real me, Tanya. And when Bella whispered
Tomorrow's your final step Princess.
I felt a little shiver of excitement.
What is it? I whispered back.
She smiled. You'll see sweetie, it's your
big reveal to be continued. So here we are, from 1 little
swipe of cursed lipstick to this.
It's wild right? A few days ago I was Max,
awkward hoodie wearing boy next door Max, and now I'm sitting at
Bella's vanity in a silky blush pink robe sipping iced rose.
OK fine, it's sparkling juice, but a girl can pretend while she
curls my hair for the final step of my transformation.
Are you nervous? She asks, giving me that big
sister grin I used to roll my eyes at.
Now I just smile softly and nod, cheeks already glowing from
blush and excitement. I think I'm ready.
I whisper, feeling the flutter of my false lashes and the
tightness of my matching pink bra hugging curves that didn't
even exist a week ago. Bella giggles.
Princess Tanya, your moment has come.
She hands me the dress. It's the one I spotted in the
boutique window earlier this week and secretly gasped at a
strapless satin dream in soft lavender with Pearl detailing on
the bodice and a poofy layered skirt that swishes like magic.
I slip into it slowly, savouring the way the fabric hugs my now
soft, girlish body. Bella zips me up and clasps A
dainty diamond necklace around my neck.
She even gives me a tiny tiara. Yes, an actual sparkly tiara,
because of course she does. Then she hands me a fresh tube
of lipstick. Goddess kiss M13 forbidden pink,
ready to seal your transformation.
She whispers. I nod, holding my breath.
I twist the tube and glide it across my already perfect lips.
One last swipe. This time it doesn't tingle.
It glows like Stardust and moonbeams and all the giggles in
the world lighting up inside me. I feel it flood through my
veins, this bubbly, fizzy feminine energy, and suddenly it
clicks. I'm not Max pretending to be a
girl. I'm not a boy in a dress.
I'm Tanya forever. I open my eyes and catch my
reflection, hair in soft waves, eyes wide and sparkly, lips
glossy and kissable, cheeks flushed, waist tiny, hips
curved, breasts full and round under the satin and my smile
radiant. Bella claps her hands.
Tanya, darling, you're stunning. Just then her friends peek in
and squeal. Oh my God, look at her, she's
perfect. Total transformation.
They surround me, fussing over my dress, fixing my tiara,
reapplying a touch of shimmer. I'm glowing from the inside out
and I feel whole, like I finally stepped into the glitter.
Girly, fabulous version of me that was always waiting just
below the surface. No more Max, no more pretending
I'm Tanya. The cursed lipstick didn't ruin
me, it revealed me. Princess Tanya, your glitter
girl next door and full time fabulous forever.