Sure, that sounds fun.

You laugh, “Okay,” and let Richard take you to the bathroom next to his sister’s room, which is stocked with random beauty supplies. He sits you on the toilet, and goes to work, powdering brushing, and otherwise applying various products to your face, some of which you recognize. You just sit, grinning at the silliness of the situation, and following the occasional instruction of “Sit still,” or “Close your eyes,” or “Pucker up.” Once he’s done, he pulls you over in front of the mirror. You giggle uncontrollably, barely recognizing the pigtailed girl in the mirror. Richard laughs with you, “I told you that you’d like it.”

Richard makes another suggestion, “We should do a whole photo shoot. We could pick out different outfits for you, and different settings around the house to go along with them. You want to?”