I looked up to see a neon sign that read “Missy’s” in stylized blue letters, with a pair of pink sunglasses and a pair of red puckered lips next to it. This was a nightclub.
This was obviously not where I wanted to be, but when I turned around, the bus was already turning a corner, soon to be out of sight. I sighed. Trying to chase it down would do me no good. I figured I might as well go inside. Maybe someone in the club would help me.
I walked faster than before, not even thinking about how well I walked in the ridiculous shoes I had on.
“Kathleen!” I heard an effeminate voice shout when I made it inside. I looked to see another drag queen strutting towards me, dressed in a tiara and a fancy red and black dress that looked like something an actual queen would wear. Like, the royal kind of queen. “Hey everyone, Kathleen is heeeeerrrrre!”
The club erupted with cheer, which lasted for a few seconds before it died down.
“I’m sorry... I don’t... who...” I tried to speak, but I was overwhelmed.
“Oh, honey, don’t you play that game. I do my makeup a little differently tonight and everyone acts like they don’t even recognize me. Kathleen, it’s me, Missy!” the queen said proudly. I nodded, then opened my mouth to try to talk again, but Missy kept going. “Listen, you are on in thirty minutes. Are you sure you don’t want makeup? I know your face is so naturally feminine, but you know, a little lipstick goes a loooong way.”
I needed to make a decision. Thinking for a moment, I chose to...
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