MIRROR, MIRROR- WEE WE Interactive Character Development Game/Steve

He stood in front of Mama's mirror, he liked hers best. He didn't have a mirror in his room and he hated the one in the bathroom. Mama's mirror was large and beautiful, an antique she had owned for many years. He thought it such a waste that she would possess such a marvelous mirror that she never used. Mama didn't wear make-up or wear her hair in stylish fashions. "Vanity was of the devil" that's what she always said. Steve analyzed his features; he thought he would have made a beautiful woman. He had large doe eyes, a fine nose, high cheek bones and large full lips; Steve would never need Botox. He wondered about his heritage, he didn't look like Mama and he didn't know who his Daddy was; his friends have said he looked Native American. He pulled his face up to try and gauge what he would look like if he were thin. This proved daunting as no matter which way he pulled, his chins still bulged. He had been doing neck stretches but it was too soon to see improvement.

In his hand he held a tiny trial lipstick, a sample he had taken from Mamas Avon bag. She had sold the stuff for years; working at a factory had made her little side business more profitable than her factory job. He admired the shade, pale pink. He knew he shouldn't have taken the lipstick, he knew he shouldn't put it on but the temptation, the need was overwhelming. He uncapped the tube and gently applied it to his full lips. He reached for a tissue to blot his lips the way he had seen his friend Janie do so many times. He liked the texture and the creamy softness on his lips. He remembered the new spring eye shadows and wondered if he was a spring, fall or maybe winter. Upon thinking of the eye shadow he grabbed a tissue and quickly wiped his lips clean, guilty panic possessing him. He knew God was watching; it was bad enough to steal a lipstick from Mama but putting it on made his sin so much greater. "God hates queers" that's what Mama always said.

Suddenly he was sad, he didn't want to hurt anyone, he just wanted his family and friends to love him for who he really was, he knew they couldn't. Flushing the tissues down the toilet he placed the little lipstick in his pocket. He felt bad about what he had done but he knew he would do it again; at least next time he wouldn't have to steal one.

I thought this would be a cool game. I was thinking of ways to further my characters development and this seemed like fun, I hope you'll join me in Mirror, Mirror.

Apryl