I was 6 and about to go on stage to sing at the high school for a holiday show and this well endowed teacher with her cleavage showing leans down and says wait honey you haven't had your stage makeup put on yet then proceeds to apply red lipstick. I can still smell her perfume and see her lace camisole. She then tells me how pretty I look and sends out on stage. On ride home I can still taste the lipstick. I'm mesmerized. Next day I'm standing in front of Mom's dresser reach for her lipstick apply it and well I've never lost the desire for feminine finery 45 plus years later.