He was patient. That's all he could be. Smoke effects would be lost on him, anything that Dalyn was doing would be lost on him. Mascara? Blending? Gloss? Those terms had no meaning. They may come to hold the key to Will's identity in future that was a possibility, should this whole experiment actually work.
As soon as Dalyn was finished Will blinked open his eyes. He could smell the powders and taste the gloss. He already felt different. But whether that was a stupid different he was yet to find out. Will took the mirror - but he didn't look just yet. There were a few moments of silence as he bit the insides of his lip, appearing worried - then he took a breath and looked into the mirror. Holy. Fuck.
"Oh my God...." he gasped, laughing then putting a hand over his mouth in shock. He looked totally different! Okay his hair was still a mess and his clothes were awful. But he... sorta... liked it. Those eyse of his were bursting out of the mirror back at him and his lips looked full. "I... er... well I'm a girl."