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Part 1 of Transfem Trophy
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You Think I'm Pretty

Summary:

“Can’t sleep?” She heard someone say. Trophy whipped around, immediately regretting it when she saw Pepper and realized her messy eyeshadow was on display to her.

 

“Oh,” She said quietly when she saw Trophy’s face, tears still streaming down her face and her makeup.

 

or,

Pepper does Trophy's makeup

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Transfem Trophy has been consuming my brain recently,,

Work Text:

Trophy stared at herself in the mirror. She hated how she looked, she hated her short hair, she hated the slight stubble she grew out on her face just to prove something. She hated everything about herself. She sat on the floor, still staring at the mirror again, letting her gaze wander down to the eyeshadow palette that sat next to her. Pepper and Salt always had gorgeous eyeshadow… they knew exactly what colors looked good on them. Salt always wore a light pink that complimented her blonde hair and pale complexion. But her favorite was Pepper’s, dark purple with slightly winged eyeliner and mascara that made her eyelashes look beautiful. Sure Salt was pretty (despite being really annoying..) but Pepper was sweeter and gorgeous. There was just something about her that always made her blush (not that she’d ever admit that out loud). 

 

She was so jealous of her. She wished she could be as pretty as Pepper– and wasn’t that embarrassing? Trophy was a man– why did she feel so much dread about that fact? Trophy wiped the tear away from her eye, carefully picking up the palette and opening it. Her eyes immediately gravitated towards the sparkly dark purple eyeshadow that looked like Pepper’s. She lifted her finger and pressed it down on the purple, swiping the eyeshadow onto her  eyelid. She looked at her eye in the mirror and smiled at the pop of color. She went to do the other eye, before inching closer to the mirror. The eyeshadow was blotchy and uneven, purple fingerprints near her eye. She threw her hand back down to the floor. She looked ridiculous– what was she thinking? Pepper and Salt were experts, she didn’t know what she was doing! Why did she think she could do this? Trophy looked down again, letting the tears come back. She’ll never be pretty like Pepper– or at all. 

 

Trophy sighed, “I need a Dr. Fizz.” she grumbled, getting up to go to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, taking out the can and immediately cracking it open, chugging it before crushing the can in her hand. 

 

“Can’t sleep?” She heard someone say. Trophy whipped around, immediately regretting it when she saw Pepper and realized her messy eyeshadow was on display to her. 

 

“Oh,” She said quietly when she saw Trophy’s face, tears still streaming down her face and her makeup.

 

“I- It– I was–!” She stumbled, aggressively wiping at her eye to remove her  makeup. 

 

“Woah!-- Like, calm down! You’re gonna get it in your eye!” She whisper-yelled as to not wake up the others. She looked up quickly, the eyeshadow and sparkles everywhere, her  hands purple and glittery. “Oh honey, you got it all over your face now.” She said, getting up from her seat and walking toward her. Trophy flinched when she placed a hand on her  shoulder. “It’s okay, I won’t– like, tell anyone.” 

 

Trophy looked away, she was too ashamed to come up with a quip or a threat. 

 

“Come, I’ll help you.” She smiled.

 

Trophy moved away from her. “No- no, it’s– just leave me alone.” 

 

“I know you don’t know how to take that off.” Pepper said, leaning closer to look her in the eyes. “Let me help you– like, you need it. No offense.”

 

“No offense taken,” She mumbled. 

 

Pepper rolled her eyes in response. “You know I’m right.” 

 

Trophy sighed, swallowing her pride. “Okay, but if you tell anyone, you’re so dead.” 

 

Pepper giggled, zipping her lips as she led her to her room. She opened the door and immediately went for her dresser, grabbing a pack of makeup wipes. “Look at me,” She said and Trophy faced her, closing her  eyes. She gently rubbed the wipe on her  cheeks and eyelids. 

 

“This feels weird.” She mumbled and Pepper laughed. 

 

“All right, I’m done." She handed her a wipe. "Here, for your hands."

 

Trophy took the wipe and cleaned her hands before turning to look in Pepper’s mirror, a little sad that her eyeshadow was gone. “Um, thank you.” 

 

Pepper smiled. “You’re welcome.” 

 

Trophy’s eyes lingered on Pepper in the mirror, she was so pretty, even without makeup. Her skin glowed and her lips were shiny from her lip balm. Trophy found herself wishing she could experience the mundane things like that, being a girl putting on lip balm before bed, like Pepper. Spraying perfume after picking out a pretty outfit and smelling like honey and flowers. Brushing her own long silky, shiny hair with her brush–

 

“Do you want me to do your makeup again?” She asked, looking at her in the mirror. Trophy went to open her mouth and say no, but felt herself pause. She wanted to tell her that it was all a joke, that she could never actually wear makeup, that she wasn’t jealous of her– but she couldn't. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes, please..” 

 

Pepper beamed, smiling. Trophy watched as her eyes glimmered and couldn’t help but stare at her, Trophy felt herself blush at her beauty. 

 

“What color do you want?” She said, opening the palette to show her. Her  eyes glanced at the variety of colors, they were all so pretty– but her eyes darted to the light purple. “That one,” She said, pointing to the purple eyeshadow. 

 

Pepper’s smile brightened. “I love purple, this one is–like, so pretty.” 

 

“Like you.” Trophy winked at her. 

 

Pepper felt her face grow warm. “Oh, thank you! But Salt is– like, way prettier.” She laughed sheepishly, dipping the eyeshadow brush on the purple.

 

Trophy scoffed. “She isn’t here right now to steal your compliments.” She said, closing her  eyes. Pepper looked away frowning for a moment before going back to putting the eyeshadow on her. “I know,” She mumbled. 

 

Trophy smirked, “Then act like it.” She said, feeling the brush on her eyes.

Pepper smiled softly as she finished Trophy's eyeshadow, putting the brush down. She looked back up to see Trophy looking at her with a nervous smile. “How.. Do I look?” 

 

Pepper looked at her, “You look– like, really pretty.” She said, looking away before she could stare at her too long. She saw her eyeliner and grabbed it. “Hold still,” She mumbled in concentration. Trophy closed her eyes again. She gave her her usual winged eyeliner before grabbing her mascara and putting it on her. “Open your eyes.” She said, staring at her in awe. Trophy looked back at her, blinking at the feeling of the mascara on her lashes. “It looks really good on you…” She said quietly. 

 

Trophy’s eyes widened at the compliment before looking at the mirror. She smiled as she looked at her makeup. She looked pretty– she almost looked as pretty as Pepper. She looked back at her. “I look like a girl.” she blurted out, immediately putting her  hand over her  mouth. It felt weird verbalizing It– it felt even weirder to be telling this to the girl that she has always secretly admired. 

 

They sat in silence for a moment before Pepper spoke. “Are you a girl?” She asked. Trophy didn’t know how to answer that. Was she a girl? Of course not.. right? Did she want to be a girl? More than anything.

 

“No,” she said, but it came out choked, like it was suffocating her. She wished she could be like Pepper, to confidently be able to say she was a girl, to be pretty like her to– 

 

“But you want to be a girl?” She said quietly, more of an observation than a question. You want to be a girl, she said, because she knew it was true. Trophy didn’t want to admit it. She knew she couldn’t lie to her anymore– to herself anymore. “I–” she stuttered. “Yes,” she mumbled. she hated this, she hated feeling like this– why did she feel like this–

 

Pepper placed a hand on her cheek. “That’s– like, totally okay Trophy. There’s nothing wrong with that. If you feel like a girl then I think you– like, are a girl.” 

 

Trophy tried her best not to cry and ruin Pepper’s pretty makeup. “Y-you don’t think–” Pepper stopped her before she could continue. “I think that I just gained a new girlfriend to do makeup with.” She smiled. “You know, you’re not too bad when you’re not– like, pretending to be a jerk.” 

 

Trophy chuckled. “Oh yeah? You’re not too bad yourself when you’re not busy putting up with Salt’s bullshit.”

 

Pepper giggled, looking away. “I know, I know..”

 

Trophy looked at her, smiling. Trophy– she– was a girl. That thought filled her with a weird juxtaposition of both dread and happiness. “Please don’t tell anyone.” She quietly whispered again– She wouldn’t know how to deal with that yet. 

 

“I won't,” Pepper nodded. They stared at each other for a moment. Trophy looked at her long black hair, how soft it looked– if only hers was that long. Maybe one day…

 

Pepper looked at the clock. “Oh-em-gee, it’s 4am already?”

 

Trophy’s eyes widened. “Shit, I’m supposed to get up early tomorrow.” 

 

Pepper got up. “Here,” She said, walking back to her dresser. “You can take my wipes– for next time.” She handed them to her.

 

Trophy looked down at them, placing it in her hands. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Yes,” Pepper smiled. “I have plenty,” She shrugged, waving her hand. 

 

Trophy smiled, getting up to go to the door. “Thank you, Pepper.” 

 

Pepper smiled back at her. “I would love to do your makeup–like, soon again.” 

 

“Yeah that,” Trophy held on to the door handle. “That would be nice.” She said, closing the door behind her.

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