The intense discomfort Tim felt initially, walking into a room dressed only in flimsy red dressing gown, slowly gave way to a pleasurable experience. He was pleased to be away from the blond Shallara, whose dominant side seemed to have been unleashed. Ariella was different. She was warm and cuddly, and there was no hint of superiority as she beckoned him to sit down beside him. He half expected her to mock him, but it was all business and relationship.

“So Lady Shallara,” Ariella began. Tim’s mind reeled; there was that weird title she gave him! “…has told me,” Ariella continued, “that you need some feminine empathy training. So where we are going to start is on how challenging it is for the ladies to look their best in the morning. You men simply brush your teeth, shave and go. We ladies have a much tougher job. It takes skill, and I am going to teach you that skill so that you can come to appreciate it. Now, this is how we are going to do it. I am going to work on the right side of your face, and you are going to attempt the same on the left side. We are going to cover eyes, basic makeup, and lipstick application. You only have an hour booked with me, so we will need to move quite fast. You can practice when you get home, and in your next session, we can learn some other skills together.”

Ariella clasped his face between her two palms and swiveled him around to look directly at her. “Now the eyebrows….lets trim them and get rid of the stray hairs around your brow. We can thin them out later if necessary.” She picked up a comb, and using it as a guide, she quickly trimmed the right eyebrow down reasonably short. She deftly plucked away all the surrounding stray hairs, and attacked the lower brow line with quick, sharp plucks. The top line followed, and in what seemed like no time at all, she had a perfectly arched, smooth eyebrow.

It was only then that the enormity of what had just transpired hit him. His right eyebrow was now plucked like a lady’s!! He was going to have to face the outside world looking like this. And he would look really silly if his left eyebrow was left in its current state. Fumbling, he picked up the pair of scissors and attempted to trim neatly across the left brow. With each snip, it became more and more obvious that he was cutting uneven lengths, almost getting down to the skin in places.

“Here, let me help you, “offered Ariella, “I can get that all straightened out for you! The only problem is that I am going to have to cut the right side down even further to match it.”

“No…leave it alone” growled Tim.

“Your choice, Tammy, let’s try out the eye shadow.” Ariella reached out for a blue palette.

“Wait ! You just called me Tammy? It’s Tim, always has been Tim and always will be!” he snapped.

She gazed at him with a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Lady Shallara told me that when you are in feminine sensitivity training, I am always to call you Tammy. She was quite specific about it. If I don’t, I will get punished….and you know how painful that is!”

He looked at her quizzically. “So, how would she ever know?” he asked. He followed her pointer to a little glass dome mounted on top of the dressing table. “We’re being recorded, Tammy. All my sessions with you are. You remember you signed a waiver during your first session with Lady Shallara that all your sessions would be recorded for training purposes? And that she owned the rights to them? Well…..you are on candid camera” She broke out into a broad grin.

Her application of the eye shadow was flawless. She applied a base blue shade on the entire lid, and blended it up to about halfway to the eyebrows. As a finishing touch, she added a thin line under the lower lashes. And then her fun started as she watched him trying to emulate her. He pulled down on his eyelid with his left hand as he tried to dab shadow on with his right. The color bled out at the sides, and at last she reluctantly halted him.

Time ran quickly, and Ariella decided to leave the foundation application lesson to the next session. They moved on to lipstick, and she chose a bright, apple-red lipstick. The results were almost comic, but she resisted the impulse to laugh. Perfectly made up on one side, from eyebrows down to lipstick, and an almost clownish appearance on the left.

“It’s a Revlon water-resistant lipstick, Tammy. You will just love how hard it is to smear and how long it takes to wear off! You can only remove it with makeup remover!”

The door to the room opened, and Shallara walked in, her heels announcing her presence. “Your time is nearly up Tim, and I have a guest coming in shortly, so you will need to start getting yourself ready to go.”

Ariella looked knowingly at Tim. “I heard Lady Shallara telling you at the end of last session to bring a lady’s purse with some makeup remover and facial cleanser in. You did do that, didn’t you?”

Tim shook his head.

“Oh dear…because we are fresh out of it here!! And trying to wash this makeup off with just water…well…you would do better not to. If I were you…I would just go home with it on and stop off at the drug shop on your way to get the cleanser”.

Tim gawked at Ariella. His focus was averted from her as Shallara began to talk.

“Sorry to interrupt, but there were a couple of things I just wanted you to know. Firstly, my guest is actually Cheryl Stern. Yes Tim, your HR Exec! She wanted to see the recordings we had made. She was thinking of running a makeup class at work for the ladies, and thought that this might be some really valuable instruction from Ariella that could be passed on.” She paused, and watched Tim’s jaw drop. The silence seemed to hang in the air

After what seemed like an eternity, she continued, “You may have heard the doorbell ring earlier? It was the cleaning lady coming in. Tim, she saw that pile of clothes piled in the lobby, and assumed they were dirty. She used her initiative and took them down to the dry-cleaner before she left. I am not sure which one it is, but she says they provide one day service, and she will bring them back tomorrow when she comes to do the apartment.”

Tim felt crushed. His world seemed to have come to an end. Nothing could make it worse. He jerked himself up straight as Shallara continued: “Tim, your session time has now come to an end. You will have to leave my apartment now.”

He exploded: “Leave? How can I? Look at my face! Look at what I am wearing, and you want me to leave in a see-through, nylon dressing gown? And you have this all recorded, and you want to have the recordings shown to my work colleagues? What sort of person are you? You are evil!!” He bowed his head, and cradled it in his arms on the dressing table.

“It’s good to cry, Tim” Shallara gently held his shoulders. “Just let the tension out. It’s what females do, and you have often been heard to mock them about!! But it will make you feel better. But in a few minutes, you really do need to go.”

He looked up and stared at her savagely. “You can’t make me!”

“Well, Tim,” she responded, “In just a few minutes, there will be three ladies in here and just you. So I wouldn’t start getting physical, if I were you. And to be quite honest, you are starting to wear me out. If you don’t start making a move, I am going to call security and tell them there is a pervert trespassing in my apartment, and would they please come and take you away.

He looked at her aghast. “OK, you win; you have humiliated me and backed me into a corner. What do you want from me?. Is this about money? A bit of blackmail?”

“I want nothing from you, Tim,” came the reasoned response, “nothing. I just want you to leave my apartment. You booked this session of your own accord, you didn’t follow my recommendation to bring a facial cleanser with you, and you left your clothes out where any reasonable person would assume they were dirty and soiled and needed laundering. Now I just need you to leave.”

Shallara sat on a padded vanity stool next to him, and took his hand. “Change has to come from within, Tim. I can’t make you stop being cruel to your female colleagues. You have to learn what it is like to live their role in life and respect what they face and accomplish. And in a situation like this, it is not what I want to do to you. It is not about me blackmailing or punishing you. You have to assess the situation and take some actions that will get you out of here without hurting others. And I can tell you Tim, having you holed up in my apartment for the night is not an option.”

He looked at her, broken and defeated. His voice took on a whining, pleading tone, “What other options do I have Shallara? I can’t walk out into the streets dressed like this and with my face made up like this! Please help me! Show some pity, please!”

She looked at him, and then picked up the phone that was sitting on the dressing table. “I am calling security. You have thirty seconds to get out of my apartment.”

The doorbell rang. “Ariella, please go and let Cheryl in…thanks honey. Show her in here, if you wouldn’t mind?”

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