Drag King

Dressing as the opposite gender and in most cases performing.

Tom’s face has healed. It doesn’t look that bad now. He has stopped using the men’s restroom and that I am glad for because I don’t like seeing him beat up. It isn’t a pretty sight and all would agree with me. We have been going to therapy on a regular basis and it is helping. John, the fag, has been talking to Tom a lot because he shares similarities. John has been harassed before and he too likes to play pool. He also has a high pitched voice like Tom. He is definitely a fag even if he does play pool. John has visited us at times, when he has had bruises. He, like Tom, I a sweet innocent being. He throws his body like a woman so flirtatious even when he doesn’t mean to and that is what leads to the harassing.

It is getting close to John’s birthday and Tom and I are debating what to get him. " You know, John has always liked expensive pens."
"I know, but what about a shaving kit, lotion from The Body Shop, or what about a pedicure?"
"Ya, he does a have a fetish for feeling soft and smooth. Did he tell you that he wants laser hair removal done?"
"No he did not tell me about that. I do remember him showing me his nipples that he had pierced. Thinking about it I remember that he had shaved his chest because I saw stubs of new growth."
"Why can’t I have his hair? I wish folks could trade genes, you know?" Ya, I agree, but that is life."
"I don’t understand how he is always covering his body with lotion. Always that peppermint stuff."
"That is why I like his body because it is so tender."
"So does that mean you are going to leave me now? Is that so?"
"No never! Even after you transition I won’t leave you."
"That sounds more like it."
"You know I really want hair! I got my mom’s genes. What the fuck went wrong that I did not get my dad’s. He is hairy or more so than my mother. On the other hand there is my sister who is hair, and she shaves it off. She is the power_suit_wearing woman and the last thing that she wants is hair."
"You have to take what you get some times. Think what will happen once you are on "T" for a while? You will be able to grow a beard. I need to point out a book at Powells next time we are there. It has pictures of trans men on the cover."
"Why don’t we get him a Body Shop basket? He can never have too much lotion and stuff."
"Sure I will analyze them after work tomorrow."
"You know next Friday is my birthday and I would love it if you two would join me on a night on the town. I am going to do drag." John says.
Tom and I look at each other and unanimously say, "sure we would love to go."
"Tom why, you are a lovely king, think about it OK?" John puts suggestively.
"Want to help me with the hair?"
" I guess, why not. I will go to the wig shop that I go to and see if they can whip something up. I do need a hair sample."
"Let me get some scissors and you can have it."

Tom gives a sample. John says good bye as he realizes that it is getting late and had planned to get to sleep early.

John comes over all dressed up.

"You would never know how many weird looks I was given on the way over here, especially on MAX."
"Why the hell did you wear that on MAX?" I scream.
"Because I didn’t to get my dress wrinkled."
"Don’t you have any common sense? I mean. . . um how many times have you been harassed and attacked?"

John doesn’t say anything to me, but instead hollers at Tom.

"Tom dear, I have your hair. It is pretty isn’t it? The wig guy did a wonderful job I must say. He is the best."
"KICK ASS!" John follows Tom into the bathroom to put the hair on Tom’s face. When Tom comes out, I take a double take and try to understand the fact that he is going to look like that in the future and I some how will have to accept it. It is hard for me to realize and comprehend. I like Tome because he still has a female body and has not transitioned. There is a difference between a butch dyke and a tranny boy who is on "T". Some how I am going to have to get use to this as along as I want to stay with him.

I warp back to reality and glance over to Tom who is straitening his tie. I go hunt out John’s gift. By the time I come back to where Tom and John are standing they are looking bored.

"Happy birthday John." I joyously speak.
"Thanks. You didn’t have to. Oh this is so lovely. Thank you so much. You know I just love their stuff."

Tom and I say your welcome. We then start to head downtown where we have dinner at Darcelle XIII. Yes on MAX we are given stares from people. It was kind of funny watching people whispering back and forth. At the same time I thought it was kind of weird that people thought we were freaks and put us on a pedestal.

When we got to Darcelle XIII they were starting a sign up sheet for drag performances. Naturally John signed up. He signed up to sing Reatha’s "R. E. S. P. E. C. T.". That I have seen him do before and I enjoy it much. The three of us site down and wait for it to start, when Tom gets up.

"Tom, Tom. . . ." I holler after him. He doesn’t pay attention but continues up to where the sign up sheet is.
Tom comes back and I ask him, "What did you do?"
" I put my name on the list. It is time for me to come out more. I have been closeted lately."
"I am happy to hear dear. What number are you?"
"I am 5 and John is 3."
"You know you two, I am happy to say that you two are both going to be performing and you aren’t even drunk."

The evening flows smoothly. John does his number and the crowd applauds and is loud and crazy. Tom does an excellent job. He sings something from K.D. Lang. He gets money thrown at him and enough women cat calling that I am afraid that I will have to compete to get him back.

The night ends and we start making our way back home. The three of us luckily are not drunk which is a blessing because I can’t stand having to go home in the dark and not being totally aware of my surroundings. We make it home in one piece. To and I undress and go to bed.

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