Maybe she's born with it, maybe she's George

“Are you ready?” The makeup artist excitedly smiled. George could almost feel the enthusiasm radiate out of her. “Please don’t be afraid to tell me if you feel uncomfortable.” The chair started to be lifted slightly to give Amelia a more accessible space to work on his makeup. He felt like a little kid again going to the dentist, and the slightest bit of confidence in his body had immediately disappeared in an instant, but there’s no turning back now, is there? “Do your magic, Amelia,” With his brows slightly furrowed and his clammy hands bracing the makeup chair, he smiled timidly back at her. She shot back a confident and playful look. “Oh, trust me, I will.”  Or, George gets a DM from a famous makeup artist saying she wants to put makeup on him. He eventually agrees after Dream somehow convinces him, and chaos (+dnf) ensues.