Your fingers brush the shiny tube and you feel the horrible tingle you recognize as the curse. You would pull your hand back but you already know it’s too late. Because you can’t move and you’re sitting on her dresser looking up at her room from your now smaller perspective. You’re her lipstick for 24 hours and nothing you can do about it. It sucks because you had a good run of days and it’s been more than a week since you were stuck as your little sister doll for a day. Your family knows about your curse and have different views on it. Your older sister tends to be respectful and not use whatever you become. But she had you grab her lipstick since it was her last one and the one in her purse ran out.
Indeed, she comes up calling for you and sighing, grabbing your form and ripping off your “head” and smearing a thin layer of you across her lips before dropping you in her purse. It’s dark in there so your perspective automatically shifts to her lips which is odd indeed. She heads out and you realize she has no clue it’s you. She called you to get it and while you did try, you hadn’t answered so she either thinks you ignored her or maybe are stuck as some object in your room.
She heads downstairs and drinks some juice, the faintest amount of you left behind on the glass and tells mom she hadn’t seen you and you probably got stuck in your room. But she heads out to:
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