I'd be a master at it!

Jim brushed his hair slightly before he turned the wheel and came up towards the house, pausing as he recognized his daughter's car in the driveway. She wasn't due to be back so soon but he was definitely not going to turn down a surprise visit, especially from her. Angela was a bit on the homely side of things, that wasn't her fault at all, but her personality was very cheerful and matched more of his sentiments than Laura's (and the brains to boot, too, though he let that one slide under the table.)

"Hey, daddy!"

He smiled and stepped out of his car and into a warm hug. He patted her hair and then stepped back to look at her. For a moment, a brief moment, he wondered if she had changed her hair color but then it passed. She had always had black hair, that was something she had inherited from him after all. "How's school? You on break?"

She nodded and motioned for him to come inside. "Yeah, decided to take a few days breather to get back in the swing of things before finals. How's work?"

He shrugged as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Same old, same old. But let's not talk about that. It's great to have you home!"

Under other circumstances, it probably would've embarrassed her to have him so effusive but she just smiled and accepted this as her dad and she gratefully took the hug he gave her, a sense of being comforted and soothed made her appreciate it all the bit more. "Well, let's get to the main reason why I'm here." She looked at his face. "I'm starving."

***

After dinner, Laura came home and expressed her surprise at seeing her daughter home and the two of them shared an awkward hug, though he supposed it was because Angela looked more like him and less like her, something that had always bothered his wife for some reason or another. That and she was always a bit of the outsider when it came to the three of them.

As the two of them lounged in the living room, Jim turned and looked over the quiz in his hands.

7.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU LIKE MAKEUP?

He looked over at Laura first, who was busily trying to find some interest in the tv movie they were watching and failing rather miserably. She was always grumbling about having to wear make-up, calling it a curse upon women and an obligation **** upon them by men and society's expectation of how a woman should look. In a way, she was right...but he didn't mind sometimes wondering if she only worked on her appearance a bit more, learned how to play the game, would she be a lowly professor or would she already be a department head? Don't hate the player, hate the game, he had once offered when she complained about her coworker, who was a year younger, who had been promoted over her. The week he spent on the couch told him enough: Keep that shit inside.

Angela was not that much more in the way of wearing make-up, though it was more due to her desire to explore who she was. She was never the most girlie-girl of the bunch but he still wished that she, too, wore some. He had been in enough business meetings to know that the women who wore makeup got ahead than the ones that did not. Sure, Laura was right in that regard, but it was something to do with presentation and plus, deep down, he wondered if makeup didn't make women feel a bit more adventurous?

I would wear make-up all the time and know when different times called for different types of being made-up. I would be very eager to learn and be very skilled in putting it on.

Jim stretched and after saying goodnight to the two, walked into the bedroom and stretched. He hadn't gone running with Sean today, spending the time instead with Angela, and his body ached just a little, though he was sure it was more his body's way of shouting that it finally got much needed rest. Laughing a little, he walked into the bathroom and after finishing up brushing his teeth, he slowly used some cool water to wash off his face. He looked back at his face and noticed that his skin was a bit darker in color, though he mostly attributed it to the amount of sun he was getting from all of the running outside, especially with the amount of time he was getting off from work due to construction on the new floor additions.

He walked out of the bathroom and paused to look at his reflection in the mirror, not noticing the small box he had kept on top was replaced by a larger box and quite the set of makeup, lipsticks, mascara, and other brushes that appeared next to a few magazines that he had remembered picking up while waiting at the bookstore for his coffee that afternoon. No one seemed to mind that a grown adult man was buying magazines for young women. He just played it off that he was non-threatening and moved on past it.

"Dad?"

He looked back as Angela poked her head into his room. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Listen, tomorrow, can we go over what we discussed? I wanted some pointers."

He nodded and smiled. "Sure, just make sure you have enough, okay?"

Angela nodded and after she left, he pulled up the yellow sheets and propped his head up to do some reading. It was a few hours later, as he looked at the clock next to him, before he put the magazine down and made some notes on what he wanted to try out with her tomorrow. With that, he looked at the quiz next to him and chuckled before turning off the light and going to bed.

8.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE SPORTY?