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by Slave Prince
Two hours before her first beauty contest, I visited my sister in the salon where most of the contestants were getting ready for the big event. The salon was very small for seven contestants plus their own make-up artists. Although the room was crowded, the temperature was not as high as it looked, thanks to the electric fans for providing enough cool air.

I saw my sister, with her best friend, sitting in the middle of the room, memorizing the possible questions and answers during the contest. As I walked toward her, every head was turning to me. I felt embarrassed. I was the only guy inside, except for the gay make-up artists. The first one to comment on me was my sister's make-up artist who said I am white and my sister is brown.

Not knowing what to say in a room full of girls, I muttered to my sister, "Where's the C.R.?" She didn't reply. I looked around. The room was full of things I couldn't identify, all I knew were lipstick, make-up kit and face powder. "Where's the C.R.?" I repeated. Now, her make-up artist was staring at me intently, and pointed to a stained door.

I walked fast through the little crowd until I reached the door. I calmed myself and acted confident. It was until then I realized how noisy the room was. Then I slowly opened the door and got inside. The C.R. was okay: nothing surprising, nothing disappointing. As I was freeing my "inner water", I was thinking of a reason what am I doing here. When I finished my "little job", I closed the door of the C.R. quietly. They're all looking at me and my pants' open zipper. They're grinning. Shame on me! I zipped it up and sat beside my sister, who was trying hard not to laugh. She whispered: "That's a loud pee."
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