Disney's Aladdin:          Kiss and Makeup
                        Story by Jill D. Weber
            Main characters copyrighted by Walt Disney Corp.
       For Karen, Michele, Wendy, Questy, Snake-eyes and Honywumpus

Aladdin was fascinated by Jasmine's cosmetics collection. He couldn't 
imagine what half of them did. Fortunately, Jasmine didn't seem to 
mind his asking questions while she worked, so that gave him an excuse 
to sit around and watch her apply her makeup. (Hey, any excuse to look 
at his bride was a good one as far as he was concerned.) He had to 
wait for her anyway. This party was in their honor and so they had to 
be the last to arrive.

"What's this for?" he asked, holding up a jar filled with red powder.

"That's blush," Jasmine replied absently as she concentrated on 
getting her eye liner on just so. She could have had a maid for this, 
but she preferred to do things herself. Especially something this 
personal. Aladdin, of course, had finished dressing for the party 
quite a while ago.

"Blush? Isn't that what you do when you're embarrassed?" asked 
Aladdin, gazing into the jar as he swished the powder around.

Jasmine paused in her making up and looked at his reflection in the 
mirror. He looked curious, not facetious, so she answered. "Yes. Both 
cases, the sense is to add color to the face. One is involuntary, the 
makeup is to give a healthy glow to my complexion."

Aladdin frowned and looked at her reflection. "You already have one," 
he said unhappily. "Or is that the makeup?" He hesitated. "Is there 
something wrong with you?" he asked anxiously.

Jasmine was baffled for a moment. Then she got the connection and 
smiled gently. "No, I'm not sick. It's just that the blush is part of 
the ensemble, not something I need to fake a healthy complexion."

Aladdin sighed with relief, and put down the blush. Jasmine went on 
with her eye liner.

"What's that you're putting on again?" Aladdin asked.

"It's eye liner. It makes my eyes look large and dark... larger and 
darker," she amended hastily.

"Oh," Aladdin said. He rested his chin on the chair he was straddling 
and examined the array of tweezers and files and scissors arranged in 
neat rows on one wing of the vanity.

Jasmine paused and lowered her eyes. "I guess it seems silly to you, 
to worry about how large and dark my eyes are... Silly and vain."

Aladdin shook his head. "No, not at all." Jasmine looked at him, but 
didn't look convinced, so he continued. "No sillier than any of the 
rest of it. Like the fancy dresses, the feathered turbans..." he took 
his turban off his head and looked balefully at the 'eye tickler' as 
he called it. "Besides, you look different when you have makeup on. 
More..." he paused, looking for the right word.

"Beautiful?" Jasmine teased.

"I don't think that's possible," Aladdin said sincerely, looking deep 
into her eyes. "You look great to me no matter what you do."

Jasmine added the non-makeup blush to her cheeks and turned back to 
her mirror. She looked at Aladdin's reflection again as he finished 
his earlier thought. "You look more... glossy."

"Glossy?" Jasmine rolled the word around in her mouth. She'd never  
been called THAT before.

"You know, polished and refined... like a pot that's been glazed 
instead of just painted." He paused, but she didn't laugh. "I guess I 
can see how that's useful at a formal dinner." He looked at his turban 
and frowned. "I'll never look like anything but a street rat."

Jasmine turned around again. "You look fine to me." She leaned forward 
and forestalled any protest by kissing him. She turned back to finish 
her eye lining and Aladdin sighed and went all dreamy eyed.

After a few minutes, he picked something else. An white stone pot 
about the size of his thumb that had dark pink smears on its rim. 
"What's this?" he asked.

Jasmine finished with her eyes and looked at the pot's reflection and 
smiled. "You should be familiar with THAT," she said wryly. "That's 
lip gloss. You know, the stuff you just smeared?"

Aladdin gave a superior sniff and waved a finger at her. "Uh-uh, 
couldn't have, you didn't have any on."

"I don't?" Jasmine's gaze returned to her own reflection. How could 
she have forgotten her lip gloss? She picked up a pot identical to the 
one held by Aladdin, except for having a different shade of pink 
smeared on the rim.

Aladdin sniffed the pot he held, then dabbled his pinkie into the 
pink. He sniffed his finger, then touched his tongue. "You should wear 
this one," he said, putting another dab into his mouth.

Jasmine answered without looking. "It doesn't go with this outfit," 
she said.

"I like the taste, though."

Jasmine looked at him, then, and saw him scoop another dab into his 
mouth. "A-lad-(ha)-din!" she giggled, snatching the pot from him. 
"It's meant to be WORN, not EATEN!!!" 

Aladdin blinked at her. "But I get a mouthful when I kiss you." He 
demonstrated by pulling her forward and kissing her.

Jasmine pulled away from his kiss, and turned back to the mirror to 
gloss her smiling lips. Aladdin eyed the bottles arranged on the other 
side of her. He stood up and wandered over to look them over.

"Those are scents," Jasmine said, without being asked.

"Like in perfume?" Aladdin said.

"Perfume, cologne, bath oils..."

Aladdin picked up one bottle and pulled the stopper and sniffed. 
"Whew! What's this called?" he asked holding the bottle for Jasmine to 
identify.

Jasmine turned, almost bumping into Aladdin's hand. Aladdin jerked 
back automatically, and lost hold of the bottle. The uncorked bottle 
spilled all over Jasmine's hair and skin and dress and vanity.

Aladdin grabbed up a scarf and began to dab at it. "Jasmine, I am so 
sorry!" He stopped as he realized he wasn't doing her any good, nor 
was he doing the scarf any good.

Jasmine waved her hand, both to negate the idea she might be angry and 
to dispel some of the odor. "It's all right," she said, keeping a 
tight rein on her sudden annoyance. No point in getting mad over an 
accident that was partly her fault. "I didn't particularly like that 
scent," she added truthfully. 'And now I'm going to smell like it for 
a week,' she added to herself. 'Oh, well, now I can tell father I used 
it up next time he asks if I use it.'

Aladdin shuffled his feet, sensing Jasmine's unspoken annoyance. "Um, 
I'll... I'll wait in the hall so you can finish without distractions," 
he said, retreating with uncharacteristic clumsiness.

Jasmine, dabbed at her clothes with the already soaked scarf called as 
he closed the door. "I will only be a minute!" She wiped the perfume 
off as best she could, and tried to decide if she should change her 
clothes. "That will take too long," she mused out loud. "I told him 
I'd only take a minute."

There was a chuckle behind her, and she whirled to find herself facing 
Evil Incarnate.

"I'm afraid you don't have a minute, Princess," the brown furred cat 
woman murmured in her sultry voice.

Jasmine opened her mouth to cry out, but couldn't make a sound.

Mirage raised a finger. "Uh-uh-uh... mustn't spoil the surprise!" Her 
green cat eyes sparkled ominously. "And I DO have a surprise for your 
DEAR Aladdin!" She gestured and Jasmine floated off the ground. "You 
remember my stint as cosmetics salespurrson?" she mocked. 

Jasmine's glare only made her smile get wider. "Oh, you DO remember 
Aja and her potion? How nice! Well I have another little treat... but 
don't worry, you won't wear it. I will!" 

The evil elemental held up a pot identical to the ones that held 
Jasmine's lip gloss. "This is a slave potion. One kiss and your dear, 
sweet Aladdin will by my willing slave forever! All I need to do is to 
get your hopeless Romeo to kiss me."

Mirage turned to Jasmine's vanity. "Hm, this outfit won't do at all!" 
She gestured and suddenly there were two identical Jasmine's in the 
room. "You know, it would be embarrassing if we both showed up wearing 
the same clothes... not to mention wearing the same body! I suggest 
that you..." another gesture. "Change!"

Jasmine had felt this sort of tingle before. Last time she'd wound up 
as a rat. This time, when the shrinking and shape shifting and fur 
growing was complete, she was a black cat.

"Ooo, I'm scared," mocked Mirage. "Begone you nasty bringer of bad 
luck! You have too much perfume on anyway, I doubt lover boy would 
approve!" she gestured and Jasmine-cat disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Jasmine-cat landed in the peacock fountain in the menagerie.  As she 
dragged herself out, spitting and hissing, she realized that Mirage 
was only a few steps from achieving her goal. There was only one hope 
left to her... Genie! Jasmine-cat shot across the lawn as if she'd 
been scalded.

Aladdin stood up as 'Jasmine' came out of their apartments.

"That didn't take long," he said. 

Mirage, hadn't realized he was in the hall and the unexpected voice 
made her jump. "I told you I wouldn't be more than a minute!" 
'Jasmine' said cattily, annoyed at being startled.

"Are you still mad at me?" Aladdin asked, uncertainly.

Mirage reined in her temper. 'Jasmine' blinked at him. "Mad? About 
what?" then Mirage realized there must have been a reason for Aladdin 
waiting in the hall, so she waved her hand and added. "See? Already 
forgotten! Let's kiss and make up." She puckered up.

Something rang an alarm in the back of Aladdin's mind so, for a 
change,  he didn't accept the invitation. "And get another stern 
lecture about how I always ruin all your careful makeup work?" he 
teased. "I don't think so!" He offered her his arm. "Besides, we'll 
never get down to our guests if we get started smooching."

'Jasmine' smiled graciously, or as graciously as a thwarted evil 
elemental could through gritted teeth. 'What a time for lover boy to 
play hard to get!' she grumbled mentally.

Aladdin's feeling of alarm grew as he strolled downstairs with 
ostensible unconcern. Jasmine hadn't contradicted his lie about the 
lecture. He'd expected her to say something about the only thing he'd 
ruined was her scarf when he'd wiped up the... perfume! He nuzzled 
Jasmine's hair, earning him an inviting smile that he loftily ignored. 
No perfume, there WAS an odor, but he couldn't quite place it.

Aladdin felt like pulling away, but didn't dare tip his hand. He had 
to get to Genie, who could unveil this imposter. As they approached 
the room where the reception was being held, a statue of a tiger 
caught his eye. Absently Aladdin wondered if Rajah could help. Then he 
realized THAT'S what the smell reminded him of... Rajah. It was a cat 
smell. And a cat who cast illusions meant...

It took ALL of Aladdin's will power to NOT jerk away when he guessed 
that he was escorting Mirage. He was all too aware of the kind of 
power that the feline elemental wielded. If she suspected she was 
discovered, things could get nasty. He needed to keep his head until 
he could get to Genie. But what did Mirage want? And, more 
importantly, where was Jasmine?

'Jasmine' shot him another wistful look. "Last chance to kiss me 
before the party!" she hinted.

Knowing that Mirage wanted a kiss was all the reason Aladdin needed 
for to NOT kiss her. "Uh-uh-uh!" he admonished, parting the curtain 
and giving Rasoul the cue to announce them. "No ruined makeup!"

As the Sultan and his guests turned to greet the young newlyweds, 
there was a SCRREEEECH in the hall loud enough to give the dead heart 
failure. Everybody turned in time to see a dripping wet black cat come 
tearing through the room.

"What the... Genie!" Sultan cried.

The brass lamp in the corner smoked as the semi-phenomenal, nearly 
cosmic Genie appeared to see if somebody needed a refill.

Jasmine-cat scorched by the guests, the guards, Genie, and the Sultan 
like they weren't there. As far as Jasmine-cat was concerned, they 
weren't. All she could see was HER HUSBAND on the arm of THAT CAT! She 
leaped at Aladdin to knock him away from danger. Instinctively, 
Aladdin pushed 'Jasmine' out of harm's way, then started to dodge. The 
cat hit him in the chest while he was off balance and sent him 
sprawling on the marble floor.

At first, Aladdin wondered if this was part of Mirage's plot. Then he 
smelled the perfume that the dunking had not been able to remove.

Jasmine-cat was wondering how to tell Aladdin who she was. She also 
wondered how she was going to regain her human form. Aladdin took 
matters into his own hands, and mouth, with a wild guess. Since Mirage 
was so keen on getting a kiss, then maybe...

Aladdin grabbed the cat by her face and kissed her on the mouth. Magic 
effects later, he found a soaked and still heavily perfumed human 
Jasmine in his arms.

The guests,  the guards, Genie and the Sultan gasped as the cat turned 
into Jasmine and 'Jasmine' turned into a cat. A very BIG cat, whom 
several people recognized. 

"Mirage!" yelped the Sultan.

"Evil incarnate!" several other people cried.

"Run," was Aladdin's advice.

The newlyweds dashed out, leading the infuriated Mirage away from 
their guests. Genie gestured, sending the Sultan, the guards and the 
guests to Getsastan. "You'll be safer there," he said.

Aladdin and Jasmine made it to the menagerie before Mirage caught up. 
They turned to confront her.

"You little street rat!" Mirage shrieked. "You won't get away with 
this, I paid a lot for this mind control lip gloss and you ARE going 
to be my slave!"

Aladdin and Jasmine saw Genie come up behind Mirage. He gestured them 
to silence and pointed at the fountain. They started to edge toward it 
as Mirage stalked them.

"Stand still, you little wretch. I need to kiss you for this."

Aladdin looked at her askance. "You don't sound too eager."

Mirage sneered. "To kiss a human? Of course not."

Aladdin felt the curb of the fountain behind him. "Then why not just 
give up on this plan?"

Mirage snarled. "I WILL have you!"

Genie spoke up behind her. "WRONG!"

Aladdin tackled Jasmine, tumbling them both out of the line of fire.

Mirage, ignoring the humans for the moment, whirled. Genie turned into 
an imposing Greek God type and threw a thunderbolt at her. Mirage 
ducked and the bolt missed, only to shatter the side of the peacock 
fountain behind her. 

Mirage waved her hand and water surged over her head. "Did you really 
think I'd fall for that pathetic trick!" Mirage gloated as the 
cataract of water hit Genie.

Genie shape shifted again, first into sponge, then what later 
generations would recognize as a 'super soaker'. Mirage didn't 
recognize the giant squirt gun, but she got the idea... and the water.

The wet cat howled and slashed with her claws, slicing the Genie-
soaker into Genie-fragments, and spraying the contents of his 
reservoir all over herself. The now completely saturated feline 
disappeared with a hiss of steam.


There was a long pause as they caught their breath. Then Aladdin 
pushed himself into a sitting position and said, "Thanks, Genie!"

"Any time, kid. Boy, you really know how to keep a party lively!" 
Genie grinned, then paused. "You know, maybe I'd better go to 
Getsastan and collect the host and the guests before they gamble away 
all the party favors. You two be good!" and he was gone in a puff of 
baby blue smoke.

Aladdin timidly kissed Jasmine. When nothing worse than getting watery 
perfume dripped on him happened, he kissed her with more conviction. 
After a while, he sighed and pulled away. "You'll need to get changed, 
in case any of the guests decide to come back." He stood and held out 
his hand for hers.

Jasmine smiled and pushed a tendril of damp hair out of her eyes. 
"Good thought." She allowed him to help her to her feet. "I hope she 
doesn't have any more of that stuff!"

Aladdin shrugged. "I wouldn't think so. Seems to me that magic users 
can't use the same plan twice." He paused. "What WAS her plan, 
anyway?"

Jasmine told him and he sat down on the curb of the still dribbling 
fountain and looked ill. "Oh. (Long pause.) Good thing I didn't kiss 
her."

Jasmine smiled. Then she cocked her head. "You knew she wasn't me, 
didn't you? That's why you didn't kiss her."

Aladdin nodded, but didn't answer. He was busy with some deep 
breathing exercises to calm his racing heart.

"How did you KNOW it wasn't me?" Jasmine questioned, tugging at his 
arm impatiently.

Aladdin smiled faintly. He'd explain it all later, for now all he said 
was: "Let's just say she flunked her makeup test."

Jasmine kissed him anyway.