A Different Pair of Queens
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Just a couple of words I came up with while being really nosy at a bar. Sometimes I listen to other conversations instead of being involved with the conversations that I am involved with, ha. I do have a little background about that bar too, that I will put up here inside The Big Closet soon, thanks. I hope YOU like it.

A Crossdresser has an existential crisis.

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It was pretty crowded here, I was against the bar, my big ass sticking out. This was the position that got me in this predicament in the first place.

I needed to learn not to lean.

The MC announced the fifth and then the fourth place winner, three more to go. I wasn't that interested, I just wanted to finish this up, finish my drink and go home, then change into something more comfortable.

I was drinking an incredibly fancy drink, the bartender gave it to me, on the house, it had too many fruit juices inside it. When the MC said, "And in third place... come on up here, Tequila Mockingbird!" The crowd started to applaud, my friends turned around, put their hands in the air.

Oh shit, that's me, "I won third place? Really? What the hell?"

***

'My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah'

I spent a couple of days a week right here, after work, having a couple of drinks.

"Hey, Mick, hey Dave!"

I said hello to the people I almost knew. It was a loud Irish pub called Noel's, right in the heart of LA, just a couple of blocks from my apartment in Calabasas. I could see my building when I left after the last call, made me feel like I was home already. I liked it, it had the best Guinness, the most comfortable stools, and so many characters. I knew by the end of the night I would be hearing, Danny Boy or Delilah, maybe a couple of threats, and a fook or two. There were no surprises, that's what I liked.

Noel's was attached to another place called 'Butterfly's' a drag club. For some reason, they shared the bar and bartenders and you could easily see inside each of the places on either side of the bar itself. I was told at one time it was just one big Italian restaurant that Frank Sinatra used to visit before they split it up into two separate places. There was a long narrow window and a door separating the two worlds. Subconsciously, I think that was one of the main reasons I came here in the first place.

I was mostly male, but back home I was mostly female. I'm a crossdresser, Giselle I call myself, I have been her for years, no big deal, no one knew and I was fine with that. I was always wearing a pair of panties, stockings, or pantyhose under my jeans just for support, just to keep me in good practice. Just to make me feel like me. Now, I considered myself just a quiet, comfortable twenty-six-year-old, non-descript, closet bi guy leaning on a wooden bar. I loved looking at the queens in the club. Hanging at the Irish spot you could easily see their stage, well, just a bit of it. They were always too overdressed for my liking, but at least someone else was wearing pantyhose, and sometimes that's enough in life. At least for me.

Once home, I would take off my sneakers, shirt, and pants, but of course, leave on what was underneath. Sometimes I would change, put on stockings instead, a garter belt, or something that matched a new bra I ordered. I would slip everything on. Oh, I forgot, I usually only wore a sports bra under my male clothes, something tight with no underwire, push-up design, or extra lace. Once home things changed, I changed. I made up and dressed the way I wanted, the way I felt. I even slept in the most perfect nightgowns, sometimes my hair was in rollers, and sometimes I had the most wonderous orgasms.

*

I met a woman Jean at Noel's a couple of weeks ago and we have been seeing each other regularly. I had to go to a department store and buy men's briefs. Of course, I didn't mention my crossdressing, or autogynephilia, or why I loved sitting in this particular spot at the end of the bar. We hung out there mostly with her friends Kerry and Joel, who have been dating for a lot longer, for, well, I don't really know how long.

When I first met the three of them they were sitting on the other side of the bar in Butterfly's while I was at the pub. It was pretty easy to converse, a couple of hand signals, a little bit of yelling, it was nice. They invited me over to the other side but I was reluctant. After a couple of conversations, a couple more restroom visits, and a couple more beers, I did, it was fine, I just had to hide my crotch. It made me terribly excited to be this close to someone in tights and heels, this close to a beautiful pair of legs. I looked down at my drink on the bar a lot. I was concentrating, I was imagining.

After that Jean and I started seriously dating, I was quite surprised, my first girlfriend in quite a while. By then we were hanging out at Butterfly's exclusively. I never went back into Noel's, not even by myself, I could always be found in the back of the drag club sipping whatever the bartender gave me. I was always wishing some of the queens would rub off on Jean, but she only wore chinos or leggings, nothing exciting, not even nail polish, but neither did her friend Kerry either.

Sometimes, only sometimes, women disappointed me.

I liked the two of them, they were fun, talkative, and they smelled fantastic, but it was Joel who I wanted to hang out with. He was good-looking, loud, and had a quick biting sense of humor, he also liked to drink, like me. The girls were done after one Kahlua and milk. Hanging at Butterfly's, we got so many free ones and other perks just by having him in our group. All the bartenders loved him. All the queens wanted to sleep with him.

One afternoon we got to the club a little early, it wasn't as crowded, but the bar was full, something was going on. Joel and I were just leaning when one of the beautiful black queens smacked both of our asses. The girls laughed. "With an ass like that, you two are officially entered in the pageant on Saturday." She warned us and Kerry and Jean made sure that we stuck to it.

Saturday was the last episode of the season of Ru Paul's Drag Race and they had a competition every time, it must have been going on for years. The prizes were money to spend at the club and gift certificates at various stores around the neighborhood. Of course, I said no way but Joel was totally into it.

"C'mon, it will be fun. I have been waiting for a chance like this." He seemed way too excited and I didn't want to let him down. He was coming up with ideas for outfits and makeup, even wigs. It was making me nervous and excited at the same time.

"Maybe we can just sit next door in Noel's and watch."

"Ha, don't worry, you will have so much fun, I guarantee it." He put his arm around me and we went to a quieter part of the bar to make some plans.

Needless to say, I started to realize I had absolutely no say in the matter anyway. It was crazy that I have been hiding my crossdressing for years, for effin' years. I had this secret since I was young and now I was going to parade in pantyhose and heels, in front of people at a club? What?

No way. I decided I was going to call in sick, I was going to go back East and visit family, I was going to hide in the men's room at Noel's, but Joel wouldn't even listen, instead, he hired a makeup artist.

Saturday afternoon we went to his place and were fixed up by one of the girls, Treecia, from the club, someone Joel hung out with. A very tall dark haired queen who had a habit of dressing as a vampire. They had plenty of clothes and wigs for us to try on and Jean and Kerry were loving my embarrassment. They were taking pictures and reveling in all my discomfort. Putting on pantyhose did get my juices flowing, but I was so over the top with makeup and the long dark blonde wig I was able to just get on with it. I don't know why, but it was no fun at all. I liked to look like a woman, not a queen, and in the mirror was a queen with a capital Q, I didn't see myself at all.

The dress was dark green and weighed a ton, it even came with a cape hiding my shoulders. Treecia made us practice posing and she wanted to see our strut. Everyone was amazed I was able to walk in the six-inch glossy black heels she gave me. I always had the best walk and my ass and my smooth legs were my best features. I knew how to move my arms and hands, I knew how to look female from far away. I wanted to tell them I have been sashaying since I was nine.

The way Treecia did my makeup I looked almost nothing like my femme self, Giselle. I looked like a completely different person, which was fine I was hoping no one recognized me anyway. My lashes were so long and my eyebrows so high. I wasn't even going to use my femme voice, I would try to talk like Joel or the queens, they all just sounded like men to me.

When it came to a drag name Treecia told us to use our first pet and the street we were born on, but I already had a name. I have been thinking of one since the first time I walked into the club. Tequila Mockingbird, I thought it was perfect. It was a great pun and it had liquor in it. Joel's name was Coco Colevio, I could tell he had that name floating around his head for a while too. It came out way too quickly.

"Come on I even look like a Coco."

"You do."

She spun, I had to admit Joel looked amazing. She had on a very high light blonde wig and a long seafoam strapless gown. Treecia put so much padding on giving her a huge bust and an hourglass figure to her thin body. I had on the dirty blonde wig, it was straight, streaked, and it almost reached my padded ass. I was bending over holding up the dress, admiring my legs, I thought it looked okay, quite sexy.

"Whoa look at those boobs." Kerry noticed and the rest of them laughed.

The dress had a low-cut front and you were able to see the little bit of cleavage that Treecia made with some tape. The crazy thing was, I had two breastplates and a couple of pairs of silicone breasts in my closet at home, this was probably the least amount of boobage I had ever shown in girl mode.

The last thing Treecia did was put the press on nails on our softened, lotioned fingers. Another thing I would have no problem with, and Treecia was instantly amazed, I could tell she was a little suspect, I was able to do everything with the longer red nails, even slipping on clip-on earrings and answering my phone. Coco was having trouble with the nails, she seemed to be dropping everything. She also complained about the material of her dress, that it kept slipping down in the back. Treecia, did a couple of little tricks and tucks and we finally took pictures together. Jean did nothing but shake her head and tease me, she kept on squeezing my breasts and pulling my hair.

I was disappointed she wouldn't hold my hand.

"I'm not holding hands with a girl." She and Kerry laughed, staring at my long red nails. "I'm not even going to stand next to you, you have on too much perfume."

The five of us headed to the club in a cab. I couldn't wait for this to be over with, but I was on a mission, I was going to try and end up in bed with Jean while wearing my new thick, tan pantyhose. We all have our dreams...

***

"And in third place... come on up here, Tequila Mockingbird!"

I still couldn't believe I had to go on stage, I turned slowly as Jean and Kerry went crazy and screamed as I made my way through the crowd. I had to walk through a sea of other queens and different colors of the rainbow. I was getting more nervous thinking I was somehow faking, I didn't feel real, I didn't feel true to myself, but once the crowd and the applause brought me on stage I couldn't worry about it. Everyone was looking at my legs, my ass, my wig, they were all having fun.

Looking over the sea of heads, the girlfriends were still cheering and making noise. "And in second place, please come to the stage Coco Colevio." More applause and I added my own, I was so glad that Joel was going to be up here with me, I needed the company, I was so relieved. Of course, he made a show of it, waving and then kissing the judges. He then started blowing kisses into the crowd and giving high fives, they were loving it. He was a true queen. Me? I was just another crossdresser making believe I was out of the closet.

The winner was announced, and the beautiful black queen Sasha, who made us get involved in the first place, ran up to the stage in an incredibly tight outfit and huge boobs, she bounded up spritely in her crazy stacked boots, hugging all of us and messing up our hair. After they made us parade on stage, I started watching her, she was at least a foot taller and she was seventeen times more beautiful. Of course, she would win, I voted for her myself, she was a regular and she sang incredibly well. She had more personality than everyone else combined in the club. Once she had her flowers and her tiara, she walked over and kissed me and Coco, she made everyone clap for us again. Part of me was just glad it was almost over, but the other part of me was enjoying myself, I was on the stage where I had spied through the little window of the bar. Here I was wearing a wig, makeup, and even my beloved pantyhose, this was something I never would have imagined, never in a million years.

Once the other announcements were made, I slunk off back to the end of the bar. I got more hugs and kisses than I have ever had in my entire life, the people in this club were friendly, happy, and excited for me, for everyone. My ass got more slaps and rubs by the time I made it next to the girls. Joel of course was still on stage dancing with Sasha, waving to all, and having a wonderful time. I watched, he was so happy, and it made me feel so good.

No one would ever know how far out of my comfort zone I was. No one would ever know how proud it was making me.

"Did he win?" An older woman walked over to us, she was holding a shopping bag, a camera, a purse. "Am I that late?" When Joel saw her he skipped down and jogged in his impossible heels and hugged her.

He introduced us, "Tequila and Jean, this is my mom." She seemed nice, she called her son Coco all night, she called me Tequila. I didn't mind it, I was uncomfortable with the attention at first, but otherwise, I liked sitting at the bar with my legs crossed, nylon sneaking out of the deep slit in the gown, trying to act as feminine as I could get away with. Everyone bought me drinks, all the men whispered in my ears and rubbed my back, all the 'girls' complimented my outfit and earrings. I wasn't used to being this popular.

I was glad Coco was doing all the entertaining, carrying all the conversations, showing off all of her assets. She kept smiling and waving to the quiet girl in the corner, trying to get her more involved.

"Tequila baby, let's dance."

I would shake my head, feeling my hair around my shoulders.

"Tequila, they are playing our song." Coco's fingers with her long nails would be wiggling, but I wouldn't move, I wouldn't get off of the stool, I wouldn't leave the comfort of the tall men now surrounding me and asking me how long I have been doing drag.

Sasha stopped over, she brought champagne, she brought an entourage. "Next Saturday wear something short and sexy." She giggled, she rubbed my shoulders, she ran her fingers through my hair. "Next week is 'Slutty Saturday,' I want to see those gorgeous legs of my protege again, ha." She laughed as we drank the bubbly liquid.

Coco introduced 'her' mother to Sasha. "Hi, you are very beautiful dear, congratulations."

"You too, you raised a fine queen." They all laughed and giggled, it was cute. Coco loved the attention, and even more people came over to our side of the bar. I was surrounded by even more men, I had even more men asking about my transformation and my act.

When the music got lower, Coco's mom moved closer to me, to Sasha, closer to the men, and the rest of the drinkers at the bar. "When Joel, well when Coco was young she would wear my dresses and do these little routines for me and the neighbors. She had her music loud and she would dance for hours. Remember?"

"Of course." Coco was smiling, she had one wrist limp and the other fluffing her hair. "I had a huge repertoire. I could sing all night, and I did!"

I was completely surprised by this information, I was surprised that Joel wore dresses, just like me. Maybe that is why we were so good at it. Maybe that is why I felt an affinity with him.

The mom continued, I tried to pay closer attention, but the club was getting louder and more crowded. "There was so much modeling, and prancing, his makeup was always a mess and he would never let me do it, ya know do it correctly. He told me he didn't want to look like a real girl, ha."

"Sasha smiled, "He was born a queen."

"My neighbor Fran, said that it was great that he dressed in front of us and had these little shows. If he dressed without us knowing, you know in the closet, ha, he would have been one of those crossdressers, those transvestites, whatever. Nobody needs that in their family, right? Ha."

I looked at the queens, the girlfriends, everyone seemed to agree. Everyone was giggling and smiling. I was thinking, was that the difference, well besides the flamboyant clothes and makeup? Was the difference between a queen and a crossdresser... the secrecy? I was confused, was being a crossdresser a negative while being a drag queen a positive?

I spaced out, I started to think. I had to admit I loved wearing makeup, spending hours in front of my mirror, fixing my eyebrows, putting on eyeliner. I loved how different I looked and sounded when I was done. I loved how having colored lips and nails made me feel, so what if it was hidden, to me it was a huge positive. It was my favorite thing to do in the world. It was also the one thing I have been doing the longest, I was probably nine or ten when I first slipped on one of my mother's huge dresses. What was the difference if people knew about it or not?

I looked at the others, dancing, talking, drinking. I was quiet, I felt too weird, but the crowd was having such a great time. I wanted to go someplace quiet and think. I didn't feel right, something was off. I took a sip of my drink, my fingers with my long nails looking sensational holding the delicate glass, but was the closet somehow worse than being here, out in the open?

I was looking for Jean, maybe I could convince her to leave early, hold my hand. I would tell her more about myself, take her to my apartment and show her the view, then show her my new Ulta makeup kit, my new lighted mirror, my new expensive curling iron. Maybe she would help me put on my beige corset. I looked around but I couldn't find her. I couldn't find Kerry either.

"Here you go, on the house beautiful." The bartender gave me another drink, something bubbly and pink, something in a fancier glass. I said thank you in my 'Giselle' voice, my most feminine lilt and he smiled, I could tell he knew I was more than a queen under this heavy dress and makeup. He knew I was a ringer.

I was halfway done with my new drink by the time I spotted the girls. Jean and Kerry had started conversing with men on the other side of the bar, through the little window in Noel's. Two men who weren't even in dresses, two men who probably didn't own a drawer full of pantyhose.

"I can't believe we are dating two queens." I heard one of them say. I looked up, I caught one of the men's eyes. I had on super long eyelashes, so much blush, long crazy wig. I felt embarrassed, I felt super uncomfortable.

The girlfriends surprisingly introduced me, gave them my new drag name, not my boy name, not my femme name. Not Giselle, the one I gave myself when I was younger, when I would sneak on a bra and hide in the bathroom, being just one of those devious, evil crossdressers, or one of those crazy home wrecking transvestites, not a happy graceful drag queen. I wanted to stand on the bar in my pumps, showing off my legs, and scream 'my name is Giselle, it isn't Tequila Mockingbird, what kind of name is that anyway. I have a woman's name. A beautiful, woman's, name!'

I turned, I looked around. I could be a 'woman' right now if I wanted to. I could be a better 'woman' than either of the girlfriends, I was nicer, friendlier and I had so much practice. I turned away. I was disappointed in Jean for not sitting with me and talking. I was so disappointed she wouldn't hold my hand. Why were we not having fun together? Why were we not drinking Kahlua and milk like two young 'women' out for the night?

I had to get away. I had to get away from the two men's gazes through the wall. I went to the restroom, I washed my hands, I tried to smile at myself in the mirror, but I didn't feel right. When I returned to the bar, things had quieted down, it was getting late, some people had left. The two men from Noel's were sitting in my spot, but I didn't care, Coco was keeping them entertained and occupied, she was always ready for more friends. I sat further away, at the other end, with a new bartender. I sat next to a man who ordered me a bottle of water.

"I was watching you before. You have a great walk, it's very sexy." He told me.

"Thank you, I have been practicing for years."

"I can tell." He smiled, he seemed nice.

I used my girl voice, the perfect voice that I had practiced for years in front of my mirror and on the phone. We started talking about our jobs, our apartment buildings, and I told him I had a closet full of dresses and skirts at home. I giggled, I kept touching his arm, his chest. I told him I had heels even higher than the ones I was wearing, tops even lower. I recently just bought a new makeup kit, a lighted mirror, and a new curling iron.

"I want to curl my hair, my real hair, I want to see how it would look with the new barrettes I just got." I smiled.

He reached out, he touched my hair. He touched my wig. "You are going to look great. What color is under this."

I smiled, "More blonde."

"Mmm, I love more blonde."

"Thank you." I looked at my water, I looked down at my long nails. I was hoping he was still listening to me. "I'm not really a queen." I turned and gave him a weird smile, I was telling him the truth, I was telling him something else I had never told anyone in my entire life.

He looked at my lips, he put his hand over mine. He got closer, and he kissed me, lightly, his tongue just slightly through the metallic red of my plumper lips. He pulled away slowly and smiled at me. "I had never kissed the third runner-up at a beauty contest before." He shook his head, "It's nice, I'll have to find more."

And I smiled, and I leaned in and kissed HIM. It was more intense, his hand went to my large fake boobs, his other fingers under my chin. I felt myself start to breathe a little irregularly, I felt my ass jiggle on the stool. I had my hands in his lap, tickling his thighs with my longer-than-usual nails. I heard my stage name.

"Tequila!" I looked up, Sasha and the owner of the bar were coming closer.

The man I was kissing smiled at me and went back to his friends, turned back to his right as I took the gift certificates from the left that I won coming in third place. I was lazily looking, there were three, I held them up to Coco and her mom, and I smiled.

Coco flashed her prize, Coco won money, she was fanning all the green dollars, she was making a show of it. She won free drinks at the bar, she won a dinner for four across the street at the fancy French restaurant we never, ever went to.

Me? I won certificates. I had one from a salon, I had another from a lingerie shop, and the last one was for an esthetician. I had to look up that word on my phone. It was for a little spa right around the corner, it was a certificate to have someone remove hair. I closed my eyes and imagined I actually went there, legs completely smooth, underarms nice and bare. I would feel more like Giselle and less like Tequila Mockingbird.

I kissed the man next to me goodbye. I closed my eyes, I liked it, he liked it more.

"Bye, thank you for tasting so nice." He told me, I'm sure he meant it.

I gave Coco a huge hug, I gave her mother one too. I ignored Jean and Kerry, they were still in deep conversation with an even newer crowd of men. I said goodnight to all the bartenders and all queens which made this night a learning experience. I took a cab for the four blocks home by myself, I had too much to drink.

I was still having a crisis.

*

The next Saturday I met Coco at her apartment, dressed like Giselle already. An outfit I bought at a tiny dress shop, heels from a consignment store closer to Hollywood, nails long and purple and already applied. I had on my C-cup breastplate. Kerry and Jean walked in right after me, they watched Treecia get us ready for Slutty Saturday. I had on a long blonde wig and crazy eye makeup, I was barely wearing anything under Treecia's black nightgown, the nipples of my boobs were so prominent and sexy.

The five of us arrived together, it was fun, I sat in the corner. I wasn't as over the top as last week and I felt a little better, a little more comfortable.

The Saturday after that, Coco and I met at Butterfly's, the girlfriends were with the two guys they met at Noel's the night of the competition, I could see them through the window. I was happy for them, I was very happy for Jean, but surprised that Kerry and Joel's relationship was over. Joel, well Coco was offered a job here at the club, she was excited, she was showing off her new outfit and assets. It looked like she had a new girlfriend already.

The Saturday after that, I walked in with a crowd, there was some sort of party going on and both Coco and I were invited. My corner was filled with records, speakers, and a huge man with turntables, he let me watch. I was wearing an older flower dress I bought when I first moved to LA, underneath I had a beige slip, corset, and my bra that I ordered from Victoria's Secret. I made friends with the DJ, he kept on playing my favorite songs. I still wouldn't dance no matter how many times Coco called me, but I swayed, I felt my breasts jiggle. The DJ couldn't keep his eyes off me. He gave me his number when he left.

The Saturday after that, I was early, I was hiding once again in the corner. The bartender made me a drink and complimented my arms. He held my hand, we intertwined fingers. He then kissed them and called me something in Israeli. It sounded sexy and romantic.

"Can I see your legs?"

I smiled and I stood back, I spun, and then I turned again and lifted the short hem. "Do you approve?"

"I do. You will be getting free drinks all night with legs as smooth and sexy as that."

I realized everyone at Butterfly's was so in-tuned with everyone else. Today I was wearing a sleeveless dress, short with nude pantyhose, I still had on one of the long wigs I borrowed, but my makeup was more me, more copper and pink. I had spent the last three weeks at the esthetician. They told me I had to keep coming back, they made me laugh, Giselle was in their books and on their schedules. I had to go back for a while. The gift certificate paid for my face and some of my arms, I now booked three times a week for every, well, until I was smooth until I was completely hairless.

The Saturday after that, I had my bag from the lingerie shop. I showed the queens who were sitting next to me what I got, I held up all my new delicates to the people surrounding the bar, paying attention. I showed the man who kissed me weeks ago.

"This one is my favorite." He told me, he ran his hands through the silk and lace. "What color do you call this?"

I giggled, "Coffee."

He kissed me again. I could tell Coco and Treesia weren't surprised. I realized I hadn't seen Jean or Kerry in a couple of weeks. I didn't miss either of them.

*

I was standing in front of my mirror. I had my hands on my waist. I was turning from side to side. I had on a new tank dress, sleeveless. It was black and white stripes, quite loose but tight on my cinched waist, and quite sexy on my padded hips. I went to the salon, the woman there ordered me a new wig. Long, blonde matching my own hair perfectly. It was a lace front and parted on the side, the left falling onto my shoulder, the right leading down to my bra strap, my white push-up bra hidden underneath. Showing off my breasts nicely, showing off all the support.

I was done with my crisis. I called Coco, we talked for so long.

"I have to go, I will see you later, muah. You might miss me I will be hiding in the corner."

I was posing again, I had to do one more check. My legs looked incredible, the dress came somewhere in the middle of my perfect thighs. I was wearing expensive Wolford tights, nude, felt like liquid, felt like heaven. I was so smooth. my legs, my arms, even my ankles. I had on my five-inch black platform pumps, they were new, they were shiny. I was walking around the apartment, perfecting my walk, shaking my wider ass. I walked closer to the mirror, checked my lashes, long, but not too long. My eye makeup pink but not too pink, my eyebrows were thick, brown, and perfect, they WERE perfect too, I was quite proud of them. My lips were darker pink matching my long nails, but not too long.

I had on big gold hoops in my finally healed pierced ears. It was the first thing I did with my winnings from the contest at Butterfly's. I walked into the salon with my gift certificate. I smiled, I was showing off my nude lips, my dark blue sweater dress, dark stockings, and heels. "Ladies, I'm sorry to bother you, but can I get my ears pierced?"

"Of course, sugar, sit right here." And a woman sat me in front of a mirror, she lined up the piercing gun. "Okay, there is gonna be a little pinch." And she laughed, she put in two little pearls, two tiny specks of white.

"Okay sugar, enjoy your earrings, come back and we will get you hoops that you will love." The tiny Asian girl smiled at me, waved, she knew I would be back, I still had over a hundred dollars on my gift certificate.

I have been back every week since.

I shook my hair. Ooh, my hoops were really big, they slightly grazed my shoulders.

"Mmm," I spun again, I sprayed on my Chanel, ran a quick brush through my hair, and grabbed my pocketbook. I was going to meet Coco at the club, it was early but I couldn't wait to show off my new dress, my new palette colors. I couldn't wait for the queens to see how much I had changed since my first time showing off on stage. I wanted them to notice my positivity, my smile, my perfect voice. They were going to be so jealous.

*

Another cab ride, four blocks away, another Saturday.

"Here you go thank you." I smiled at the driver, he gave me a wink. I gave him a big tip.

"Have fun."

"I will, I always do." I giggled as I put my purse back into my bag, put the chain over my shoulder. I let the people walk by after the light changed, I let the people look at my legs, my pink smile. I made my way to the door of the club, straight was Butterfly's, to the right was Noel's.

"Hi," A man walked out just as I reached the front of the building. "Hey, let me get the door for you."

I smiled, he was tall, he was quite handsome. "Thank you." I walked in. I headed to the end of the bar, I wanted to show off my outfit, but I didn't mind being hidden for now. I was used to this spot with a slight view of the stage. I looked through the window behind the bartender and I waved.

"Hi Tequila!" I heard Coco over the slight music fighting against each other between these two very different bars.

"Oh it's really Giselle, Tequila is just my stage name." And I giggled, I winked. I knew I had seen my last stage.

The man who opened the door for me bought me a beer. He sat close. "I have been watching you through this little window for weeks, you have some sexy walk." He grinned, I could tell he was a little embarrassed. "I couldn't get the courage to enter that door to meet you and talk."

I smiled, it was someone else's turn to be cute. "Well, that's why I decided to come to you." And I tilted my head, we talked all night. We went to that little French restaurant, you know the one, right across the street. He walked me all the way home. Four long blocks, holding my hand, complimenting my nails. He kissed me at the front door of my building. I let him kiss me again at the door of my apartment. I smiled again, I was in quite the mood. I thanked him.

"Thank you for holding the door for me today."

"You're welcome." We kissed some more, his hands lightly touched my breasts, as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. We pulled apart slowly, we were seeing each other for brunch in the morning, I didn't want to wear him out. "The last couple of time's I got there early, I waited for you, but you kept on going through the wrong door, you always ended up on the other side of the window." And he kissed me one more time. "I had to make sure you entered my life today. I didn't move for three hours." He laughed, and I giggled with him.

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Today was so nice, sitting next to someone, listening to music, talking about ourselves, and drinking together. We had Guinness, not Kahlua, and milk, perfect for an Irish Pub. That night we saw Mick and Dave, we heard Danny Boy and Delilah, a couple of threats, and a fook or two. There were no surprises, I realized that's what I really liked, who cares what I was, I didn't even need to have a view of the little stage anymore.

"Are you wearing pantyhose?" He asked, he seemed interested.

"I am."

"Great." He smiled. "I love a girl in pantyhose."

"Me too."

'My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah'

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The End

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