The only way you could tell them apart was that Lizzie wore a gold chain with a name tag around her neck and Megan wore hers as a tennis bracelet. Eve... that wasn’t a perfect fix, since they knew from previous visits that the girls would occasionally swap them just to confuse people. Both girls were wearing very skimpy string bikinis with side ties; Lizzie’s was white, and Megan’s was black.“Wow! You two have grown up!” commented Toby.Both girls posed briefly, then Megan giggled while her sister. I held the wand still, so close I could barelyfocus on in. I licked my lips - they were smooth and slick. I swallowednervously, then touched the mascara wand to my eyelashes and combedmascara onto them."It's really okay," I whispered to myself, "It's a dream. It must be, Idon't know how to do make up."My eyes looked darker, lovelier with mascara, but I wasn't finished. Abit of eyeliner would make them more mysterious, would counter theshimmering blue depths of my eyes that weren't really mine.. It was a very loose and friendly environment but popping a boner while putting on a girl’s makeup was hardly professional. So you usually took care of it in the morning before getting ready for the day or prayed that the problem didn’t come up later on.This was just the beginning of what was going to be a long day. It was an 8 am call which meant that you had to be up by at the least 7 to be there and get everything ready for when the models arrived. Rubbing your eyes and a coffee in your hand,. I began to instruct her about Love. I was able to help her along in ways I had not been helped. I understood this world we were in much better than I had when I first arrived. I now knew that in this place, a goddess was a rarity, and had to be discreet. Angela would not celebrate the Ceremony of Blossoming with a public feast, as I had done in so many other lifetimes. The effusion of her first red tide would not be the cause of dancing and singing among the people of our city. She would not.