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In the sixties, I worked in a department store's basement decoration department. One day, I was trying to help a lady grab a can of paint from a shelf when it spilled on me. I hadn't fastened my apron properly and the contents spilled on my shirt and pants, as well as my shoes. All my clothes were tinted a beautiful candy pink. After cleaning up, I tried my best to repair the damage to my outfit, but of course it wasn't water-based paint, but much more corrosive products. In vain, I decided to take half the day off to change. But the idea of taking the metro in a candy-pink outfit didn't appeal to me at all. I went up the service stairs to the rest room, to see my best friend Martine, who worked in the very chic perfume and cosmetics department, because she always has good ideas. As soon as I saw her, she said to me "oh poor thing, what's happened to you, you really need to do something!" and I replied "yes, I know, but you're the one who always has good ideas and who helps out our little band of friends when we're out and about, so find me something, please! "and she replies, "Wait, come into our changing room, there's no one there at this time of day". Once there, I say to her, a little impatient, "Well?" Wait, there's Silvie's clothes, she dresses like a man outside, but they'll be too small. Or Josiane's clothes, which are big enough, she's on leave, she's letting me open her locker because I'm bringing her some of my mother's jam" after a little metallic creak she describes the contents "So for the size it's okay, but for the contents there's only her uniform, the regulation shoes, and stockings" but I reply "the uniform, your uniform, the one for the girls" and she says "at least you won't have to take line one all over Paris in baby pink! "I retort, "Of course, but as a saleswoman with my face, it'll be even stranger" and she says, "Your face, your face, if you could see the faces of our customers sometimes, that we manage to transform into Miss France, and even then you're Miss Universe! "She says "No problem, I do this every day, you'll be unrecognizable and above all you'll blend in with the crowd! I start by changing, she lends me her spare underwear, then the skirt and jacket from Josiane's uniform and opaque stockings, and she adjusts my shoes which luckily fit perfectly. My hair was quite long at the time, so she creased it with Energie and added hairspray for volume. Then I feel a prick in the lobe of my right ear and I say 'Aï, but what are you doing, it hurts!" and she replies, "sorry I only have them for pierced ears" and as if I hadn't asked the question I feel the same pain on the other side. Then she says "The uniform, the jacket, the hairstyle, the creoles, it's perfect, come on we're going to the department to do your make-up. Very intimidated and trying not to lose my balance, I follow her and we arrive in the lights of the cosmetics department. She tells me to sit down on a chair and starts to work, telling me "on this one you're really lucky to be beardless, not a hair on your chin - a miracle. Eyebrows, on the other hand, are a jungle! "and more pain when she plucks my hair with a pair of pliers. "Then I'm going to do a good cleansing, followed by a foundation adapted to your skin tone, then blush, a good job on the eyes and eyelids, a break with false eyelashes, and our best lipstick" for almost half an hour Martine applies and works on my face and says "Et voilà! tiens regardes" and she puts a mirror in front of me. I had no idea that this could be possible, that I could pass for a girl, and what's more, be so pretty! And I say to her, "Whoa, that's wonderful Martine, you're a fairy, thank you very much! "and she says, "Well, actually, I've always wanted to, and as you're such a feminine boy, I was curious to see the result, a sort of professional experiment, and with your story I thought it would be a good opportunity, as well as doing you a favor. Do you forgive me?" and I reply in all sincerity, "But you're completely excused, on the one hand you've taken my mind off my worries, and on top of that you've helped me discover a part of myself that I'm sure you've buried deep down, so thank you again Martine!
And then a lady asked me "Hello Miss, tell me I'm hesitating between these two lipsticks, could you help me?" As I had a uniform and a badge, I answered as if I were at my decoration department, but with the presence of mind to do it in the most feminine voice possible: "But Madame, with the color of your nail polish and that of your eyes, I think this pink tending towards carmine will suit you perfectly. I was thrilled with the experience, and it showed. Martine took to the game and gave me a crash course in the products. So much so that I spent the afternoon there and made a record turnover.

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In the sixties, I worked in a department store's basement decoration department. One day, I was trying to help a lady grab a can of paint from a shelf when it spilled on me. I hadn't fastened my apron properly and the contents spilled on my shirt and pants, as well as my shoes. All my clothes were tinted a beautiful candy pink. After cleaning up, I tried my best to repair the damage to my outfit, but of course it wasn't water-based paint, but much more corrosive products. In vain, I decided to take half the day off to change. But the idea of taking the metro in a candy-pink outfit didn't appeal to me at all. I went up the service stairs to the rest room, to see my best friend Martine, who worked in the very chic perfume and cosmetics department, because she always has good ideas. As soon as I saw her, she said to me "oh poor thing, what's happened to you, you really need to do something!" and I replied "yes, I know, but you're the one who always has good ideas and who helps out our little band of friends when we're out and about, so find me something, please! "and she replies, "Wait, come into our changing room, there's no one there at this time of day". Once there, I say to her, a little impatient, "Well?" Wait, there's Silvie's clothes, she dresses like a man outside, but they'll be too small. Or Josiane's clothes, which are big enough, she's on leave, she's letting me open her locker because I'm bringing her some of my mother's jam" after a little metallic creak she describes the contents "So for the size it's okay, but for the contents there's only her uniform, the regulation shoes, and stockings" but I reply "the uniform, your uniform, the one for the girls" and she says "at least you won't have to take line one all over Paris in baby pink! "I retort, "Of course, but as a saleswoman with my face, it'll be even stranger" and she says, "Your face, your face, if you could see the faces of our customers sometimes, that we manage to transform into Miss France, and even then you're Miss Universe! "She says "No problem, I do this every day, you'll be unrecognizable and above all you'll blend in with the crowd! I start by changing, she lends me her spare underwear, then the skirt and jacket from Josiane's uniform and opaque stockings, and she adjusts my shoes which luckily fit perfectly. My hair was quite long at the time, so she creased it with Energie and added hairspray for volume. Then I feel a prick in the lobe of my right ear and I say 'Aï, but what are you doing, it hurts!" and she replies, "sorry I only have them for pierced ears" and as if I hadn't asked the question I feel the same pain on the other side. Then she says "The uniform, the jacket, the hairstyle, the creoles, it's perfect, come on we're going to the department to do your make-up. Very intimidated and trying not to lose my balance, I follow her and we arrive in the lights of the cosmetics department. She tells me to sit down on a chair and starts to work, telling me "on this one you're really lucky to be beardless, not a hair on your chin - a miracle. Eyebrows, on the other hand, are a jungle! "and more pain when she plucks my hair with a pair of pliers. "Then I'm going to do a good cleansing, followed by a foundation adapted to your skin tone, then blush, a good job on the eyes and eyelids, a break with false eyelashes, and our best lipstick" for almost half an hour Martine applies and works on my face and says "Et voilà! tiens regardes" and she puts a mirror in front of me. I had no idea that this could be possible, that I could pass for a girl, and what's more, be so pretty! And I say to her, "Whoa, that's wonderful Martine, you're a fairy, thank you very much! "and she says, "Well, actually, I've always wanted to, and as you're such a feminine boy, I was curious to see the result, a sort of professional experiment, and with your story I thought it would be a good opportunity, as well as doing you a favor. Do you forgive me?" and I reply in all sincerity, "But you're completely excused, on the one hand you've taken my mind off my worries, and on top of that you've helped me discover a part of myself that I'm sure you've buried deep down, so thank you again Martine!
And then a lady asked me "Hello Miss, tell me I'm hesitating between these two lipsticks, could you help me?" As I had a uniform and a badge, I answered as if I were at my decoration department, but with the presence of mind to do it in the most feminine voice possible: "But Madame, with the color of your nail polish and that of your eyes, I think this pink tending towards carmine will suit you perfectly. I was thrilled with the experience, and it showed. Martine took to the game and gave me a crash course in the products. So much so that I spent the afternoon there and made a record turnover.

Aline Idéale 2024

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