Rest of day

Cleaning goes well and by mid afternoon your done, enough time to sit down and relax, watch some soap dramas and the daughter lightly finger herself through her yoga pants, you get hard thinking about railing her again tonight but you mind wanders to what shell have you wear, maybe clean her pussy and wear a maids outfit, maybe wear a matching set of lingerie or one set black the other white, that is after the makeup is applied, wait makeup, hair, you discreetly but quickly go to the bathroom and it hits you your hair and makeup, you never washed it off. Red lipstick and some foundation are still visible aling with mascara, the odd looks at breakfast make sense now but you dont want to be a girl how could you explain it to him. "Did my poor sissy just realize?" You turn to see the daughter, "I..." "shhh, its okay my father is used to it, your not the first boy ive put makeup on plus with almost nothing to do he assumes it was done some time yesterday." "Oh ok but i dont know if i can wear it again tomorrow" she steps closer and opens a drawer, "of course not a good sissy would shower and wash away the makeup with these wipes in the morning. Of course if you want to fuck me youll be in your makeup chair again tonight." She leaves and you decide to wipe away the makeup though you feel like your lashes are still blacker and linger and your lips stained red.