He promptly swings the pendulum once more and has you back under his trance in just a few seconds.
“You wear a lot of makeup.”
“I d-don’t wear a lot of...makeup,” you state, struggling a little bit. Being so modest, you wear little makeup, if any. Everyone has always said you have a sort of natural beauty that has no need to be amplified by makeup and the like, and while you are quite meek, you do relish that quality of yourself.
“You’re wrong. You wear a lot of makeup.”
“I...I...do wear a lot of makeup...” you confess, your lips gaining a coat of crimson lipstick and your face becoming quite dolled up with foundation and eyeliner. You dressed modestly, but that didn’t mean you didn’t put a bit of effort into your appearance. Your natural beauty that everyone said you had only got so much more accented with a good amount of makeup. After all, you were always good at it ever since you were a little girl and you always were asked to do your friends’ makeup. Maybe you might do something with makeup when you’re older.
"You are wearing your cutest outfit today."
"I'm wearing my cutest outfit...today..." you say, and you don't know why you felt like putting it on, but you are glad you did. You love your red floral dress, and while it is a bit short for your tastes, you still love it and it perfectly matches your red headband. Usually, you dress quite conservatively, but this is one of the few outfits that skirts the line a little bit. Combined with your always-on-point makeup, you feel so pretty!
"Alright..." the man says, admiring your new appearance. "You are a large-chested, golden blonde girl."
"Um, I'm...I am..." you stutter, tripping up on what you just heard. You are blonde but its a caramel blonde, and you have always had small breasts (much to your delight).
"You are a large-chested, golden blonde girl."
I'm l-large-c-chested..." you murmur, glancing down at your rather big assets. You're breasts were never overly massive, but they were not small in any sense of the word. You've always wanted them smaller, but they were just small enough where it wasn't that much of a problem. Your mother always was against changing your body like that anyway, and she always pointed out how you were blessed with an hourglass figure.
"And you are golden blonde."
"And...golden blonde..." you say, twirling your shiny curls in your hand. You never really liked your caramel blonde hair, so you (like a lot of other girls you know) went blonder, and you really like it! You think it makes you look much better, though the one downside is all of the extra attention it draws to you. You did it for yourself, not for wandering eyes.
Speaking of eyes, the man can't look away from the blonde beauty he just made.