Face Off

She often finds herself drifting. She makes mistakes more than others and her insecurities eat at her, weighing her down. She notices that she has more fears than hopes and her thoughts run the show rather than her heart. Boys don't notice her and her fantasies are left untouched and unfulfilled.

As she sat in her uncomfortable chair around her makeup table, she poked and prodded at her flaws. The freckles on her face, and the bags under her eyes. The slanted eyebrows with too much hair. She didn't understand why she looked the way she did. She couldn't say it was from her muscular dad or her good looking mother. Her sister even got the good genes, a successful bikini model, blossoming through childhood, high school and university. She, however, is invisible. Now it may be because she hides under hats and a grumpy face, but she doesn't have the confidence to stand up tall and appreciate who she is. She knows that some people get it easy in life, and others have to drown in the self-loathing and pity party they bring on themselves.

She picked up her makeup brush and started painting. Her once broken lips were now full and red. Her hairy eyebrows were now shaped and strong. Cheeks that were thin and discoloured were now pink and cute. Contacts were put in her boring eyes to make them blue and sparkly and mascara was placed on her insignificant lashes. Once her face was changed and she looked like a confident, beautiful girl, she typed in the password to her fake account and replied to the eager boys that were waiting for her appearance.

She lost count of how many there were, but she did know her top three. Number three was an older male who sends her money a lot. Just last week, she just bought new lingerie which will probably never be seen by anyone but herself. Number two is a younger one, a lot closer to her own age and extremely good looking. He gives her a compliment everyday and likes every single one of her pictures, so he's essential. Now, number one. He's a keeper, she thinks. She says she loves him. She talks to him every chance she gets and it's the only guy that has received nude pictures of her. She used to photoshop her photos but with guy number one, she doesn't. She even includes her face in it, but never her real one. He was muscular and strong jawed, and she had pleasured herself several times thinking of him. He was already online when she popped on and he face-timed her straight away. She answered the call.

He looked at her with such fascination and excitement, seeing her face on the camera screen. She was smiling and she looked beautiful. When she spoke, he didn't want her to shut up, listening to the tone of her voice and the way that he words formed together from her mouth. She started to undress for him, teasing with her darkly lit body as another call was coming in. Number two. She hung up the call with a grunt and slid her shoulders back under her gown, covering up.

Number two was shirtless and looked like he oiled up before the chat. She let him talk about how pretty she was for a while until she said that she had a bunch of homework to do and ended it.

As she was attempting to call Number one back, Number three's photo popped up on her screen with a decline or answer button.

"Ugh."

He looked just as disgusting as he always did, and she swore the fat around his neck was taking over his face. He was asking about the lingerie. She showed him the small piece of clothing and said she had her period and felt sick when he asked her to model it for him. Eventually after she had to tell him how much she loves him, he let her go.

Finally, back to Number one.

He was still waiting at the other end of the screen and had a rush of excitement as she came back on. She had already stripped of her robe and had moved the camera off her face to her spectacular body. She began playing with herself whilst she was telling him how much she loves him. He couldn't help but touch himself as he watched in pleasure. She made him feel so loved, so wanted and needed. She made him come when she was finishing off and he groaned in delight. Her face came back on the screen as she smiled cheekily, blew kisses and said goodnight.

She went back to her makeup table and wiped off her mask, didn't bother looking at herself and went to bed.

The next morning, she grabbed her favourite hoodie, her loose pants and let her hair fall down past her face. As she walked out the front door, on her way to school, she passed her neighbours house where she saw Number one closing the door on his way out too.