Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 09:46:23 -0400 From: Randy Wade Subject: Sunshine chapter 2 This story is pure fiction. Any person resembling the characters in this book are co-incidental. Unless known celebrates or persons their comments and reactions are fictional. Randy Wade owns the copyright to this and all of his stories. Any reprint in part or whole without permission is a no-no. so don't do it. Get my drift? If you are under age, take offence to homosexuality (you're on the wrong site if you do) or cannot read this by law. I take no responsibility. Sunshine Chapter 2 Back to the Beginning August 1O, 2012 I meticulously put on my makeup in my sister's boyfriend's bathroom while my sister Leeann watched. She was the coolest. Most brothers and sisters don't get along but we do. That may be because we're twins but then not all twins get along like we do. She is the only one in my family that I can trust. She knows all my secrets and I know hers. Now Max, my sister's boyfriend is the BMOC. Like my sister he is cool though. He isn't the typical high school jock other than the facts that he is built and fucking hot. Max, just like Leeann knows my secrets and he is cool about it. They both go out of their way to help me keep it and pursue my secret. Max though has a tendency to get a little over protective. I have to admit; I have a little crush on Max. I'd have to be dead not too. Dirty light brown hair, brown eyes, handsome chiseled face with a great smile. Add a 6 feet tall and a muscular body to that and he looks hot as fuck. To top it off he doesn't have a mean word to say about anyone. He is like the perfect guy with one exception, he's straight. Max was in his bedroom playing a video game while Leeann and I used the bathroom. We could hear him cuss every time his character got killed. He and I have played that video game a lot over the two years Leeann and him have been dating. I had to say he was probably my best friend next to my sister. I was down to the final touches eyelashes, eye shadow touch-up and lipstick. Leeann excused herself to pee which, will take a while because she had her thing on, as she put it. she left the bathroom door open as she went to use the other bathroom leaving the door open. "I can't believe how much you look like Leeann when your done up." I heard Max say. I turned and saw him standing in the doorway. He had changed into sweat shorts that were a little tight. Tight enough that you could see that he was going commando and no shirt. I wanted to just jump his bones or bone but whatever. He's Leeann's boyfriend and hopelessly straight. "We are twins what do you expect." I laughed. "True enough but her being a chick and you being a guy it's amazing the transformation." Max said "Thanks, I try." "No problem. Mind if I take a piss?" Mind? Fuck NO. If you want me to hold it and shake it just let me know. I thought. "Nope." I answered though. I peeked out of the corner of my eye and watched as he pulled the front of his shorts down and tucked them under his balls and started to pee. I would have thought he would be one of those guys that trimmed and shaved his balls but he wasn't. When he was done he shook off the last few drops of pee and snapped the shorts back up. "Hey if I am out of line asking this tell me but I am curious about something." pausing before continuing. "When you put on your dress and stuff I noticed there's no bugle in front. How do you do that?" "I tuck it." "Tuck it where?" "Here let me show you." I said. I grabbed the duct tape. Then I dropped my shorts and boxer briefs. I then showed him how I push one nut up and taped it. I did the same with the other then taped my dick back under the head almost in my asshole. I didn't tapa that though. If I got to pee I am in trouble. He stood there and stared at my crotch. "You shaved off your pubes?" he stated more than asked. "Hell yeah. If I didn't, when I pull off the duct tape hair would come off with it. Who the fuck wants that pain." I laughed. "Do guys like that shaved?" he asked. "Well not that I have much experience but I know I don't like getting hairs in my mouth when I am going down on a guy. I don't think chicks like it either." "Maybe I should do shave off my pubes then." "You don't have to shave them all off. Just trim the bush and shave your balls." "I'll think about it." "If you do believe me you might get your dick sucked again." Leeann said from behind him. Max jumped and turned different shades of red. He laughed nervously and slipped past Leeann to go back to his video game. I went back to finishing up my makeup. Leeann pulled out my dress. It was a slinky Black mid-calf off the shoulder dress. It had a little sequin but not enough to make it not look like a club dress. It looked like a classy evening dress. She hung it up on the shower curtain rod and left. A half hour later I put on the last thing. My blonde shoulder length wig. It wasn't one of those big hair wigs or an ironed out one. I gave it a natural flow with a slight wavy curl. I checked myself out in the mirror. Adjusted the boobs. I was satisfied with what I could see. I would have to look at the full length mirror in Max's bedroom to see. I opened the door and stepped out. Leeann was sitting at Max's computer and Max was playing a game. Both looked up as I came into the room. From the look on Max's face I could see I was drop dead gorgeous. I smiled. Leeann gave me head to toe look over. "Something's missing." She said. I looked into the full length mirrors that were the closet doors. I agreed something was missing and I knew what it was. I need a necklace which, I forgot to put in the bag. I made a circle around my neckline with my finger trying to decide if I really needed it. "Yeah that's it. Your choker would be perfect." Leeann said picking up on my thought. "I forgot it so I will just have to go without it." "I'll go home and get it." she volunteered. "How are you going to explain going home and going into my room? You know how they are nosey about shit like that." "I'll tell them you forgot your bed clothes and grab them." "I don't know." "Look do you want to win the contest or not?" "Ok." I said after I thought about it. "Great, I'll be back in a half hour mean time get Max into something hot. I want all the gay boy's drooling over what they can't have." She left in a hurry grabbing Max's keys. I turned and looked at Max and smiled. "Well let's say we get you dressed up to kill." "I can just wear my jean's and my jersey. No big thing." Max laughed. "Right and I can hear her now. `No way am I going to be seen with you looking like that in a place like that.' Yeah that will go over well." I started going through his jeans and pulled out a pair of tight lack 501's. Little old school but it will look hot. Next I went through shirts and pulled out a few possibilities. Then came the underwear. At first he protested but gave in. "Hey I need to ask something but you can't tell Leeann. I wanna know how to trim down there." "Come on." I said and grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. He followed quietly not saying a word. He was blushing a bit though it was kind of cute. Max doesn't blush that often. I grabbed some scissors and a new disposable razor. "Drop em. I show you how. You'll just need to repeat what I do." I said sitting on the toilet. Max reluctantly dropped his shorts. It looked like bush country down there. I picked up the scissors and motioned him closer. I went to work. I combed them out and started trimming them. The inevitable happed he got hard. He was about six inches long but had some girth to him. I glanced up and he was red in the face. I laughed "If that didn't happen I would be concerned. All I need is a breezed to get me hard most of the time. Don't worry about it. it actually makes it easier to work." Once I finished trimming his bush down I went to work on shaping it. Once that's was done I grabbed the shaving cream. I held his cock against his abs and lathered his balls. I felt his cock twitching as I lather and held his balls out to be shaved. I picked up the razor and shaved them down like a lawn. While I was doing this I noticed he was precumming. I didn't say anything or even act as if I noticed it, as started shaving the base of his cock. When I pulled his cock down to shave the top I heard him moan. There was no way now that I could play off he was dripping pre cum. I shaved the top area quickly. Once I was done I grabbed a wash cloth and quickly wiped off the shaving cream. Between the movements and the heat, I knew he was going to bust a load. No way was he going to shoot his load on my dress. I dropped the cloth fast and took his dick it my mouth. Ten seconds later he was bucking and dumping his load down my throat. The moan that came out of him was wild. He grabbed the back of my head as he shot thick cream into my throat. I pulled his hand off my head and pulled back a little as he shot his last spurt of spunk. The taste was better than I ever tasted before. Not that I sucked off a lot of guys before. Three others to be exact. Once he was done I let his dick escape my mouth. I looked up and he had a strange look on his face. It was mixed with amazement, relief and remorse. I pushed him back a bit and stood up. "Max don't make anything of it. It was either that or I have your jizz all over my black dress. That couldn't be hidden and somehow I don't think we could hide that from Leeann." I said to him as I lifted his eyes to look at me. "Yeah I got you on that. The was fucking hot though." He said grinning. "Heh, Take a shower big boy." I said patting his bare butt. While he showered I went back to selecting his clothes. I narrowed it down three shirts. I stood back thinking. The only way to know which looked best was to have him put them on. Leeann came into the bedroom and dumped my gym shorts. On the bed and pulled out a diamond looking costume necklace out of her back and a pair of earrings and a regular diamond looking ring out of her bag. She looked towards the bathroom door. "How long has he been in the shower?' "Five minutes." "Good I have time to change." She said dropping her jeans and pulling off her top. She quickly pulled on a skirt and lace see through top. She had just finished when the bathroom door opened and Max stood there buck naked. Leeann's back was to him. He quickly wrapped his towel around him just after he put around his waist. "Damn I missed the toys." She quipped. "No seeing the toys until you're ready to play with them." he smirked. They never said anything about sex. I just assumed they did it. Leeann and both promised that we wouldn't ask about each other's sex life. Unless we volunteered information. We both promised to use protection. I knew for a fact that Max had never dated another girl or cheated on Leeann with one. That means I gave Max his first blowjob. Interesting. Max stood there waiting for Leeann to leave. She purposely waited a few seconds to torment him. I need to put on my makeup." She said and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Max dropped the towel. He never went naked around me before. I don't think he did that because I was gay. He did that in the locker room too. He was pretty modest. I raised my eyebrow and looked at the fully naked Max. yeah he was hot. He giggled at my look and leaned next to my ear and whispered. "After what happened I don't think I have much to hide anymore." Once he got into his underwear and 501's I had him try on different tops. I decided tight fitting light cotton grey shirt with a hoodie. He looked at me and I couldn't help but give him a kiss on the cheek. "You look hot, hot, and hot Max. Now go wipe off the lip stick off your face." I sat down at the computer desk and waited. Max came back just as Leeann came out of the bathroom. She quacked at him, then smiled. "You should let Liam dress you more often." I slipped into the bathroom and reapplied my lip stick. When I came out they were looking at Max's computer. I slipped into my three inch heels and was ready to go. I grabbed my bag and slipped in some basic makeup I might need for touch ups. I was ready. "Chop, chop people time to get a move on." I said to the two sharing the desk chair. 9:45 pm Gavin I don't know how I get roped into this shit. I mind my own business, don't do the gay community shit but still I get roped into judging a fuck drag queen pageant for some AIDS fundraiser. Yeah I am one of three Judges picked but one fucked bitch had to drop out because of appendicitis attack. I mean what the fuck hobble your nasty ass here and do this shit. The other one well let's just say I have no time for fat old nelly queens. The bitch is wearing tight jeans two sizes to small and this fucking neon pink shirt. His hair is cheaply died and has more makeup on than the drag queens we'll be judging. The worse part he keeps touching me. "Listen Princess Nelly, keep your hands to yourself." I could take him rubbing my arm chest and ass any more. "Well, I never!" Princess Nelly said. "Not unless you paid for it." I answered. I took my drink from the bartender. I smile at him. Real hottie and a good fuck too. "On to me Gavin." He said. I forgot his name. "I bet it was on you. Probably your face too." Snipped Princess Nelly, trying to get back for my remark. "Yep on me, on him and in him but I didn't pay for it though." I smiled. turned and leaned against the bar to watch the crowd for any possible fucks that night. "I see your alienating the other judge already mate." Said a voice in a distinctive Aussie accent. "Fuck him, her or whatever it is Bazza. I didn't want to do this anyway. Why in the fuck do I let you talk me into this shit.?" I said the cute blonde Aussie that's been my only friend since I was ten. We fucked a few times but decided it was weird so we stopped. "Because whether they know it not you have given more to the Gay community than that a few hundred loads of cum." He whispered as we watched a few drag queens come in. I looked at him quickly and grunted and continued to watch the door. I saw a hot jock come in with two chicks that had to be sisters. The form fitting top and tight jeans left just enough to the imagination. I found tonight's fuck. At eleven I was seated next to Princess Nelly who by now was feeling the effects of the alcohol. I watched as different drag queens had come in the club. Most were pretty nasty. Blue hair over done makeup and over the top costumes. The MC was a fat old drag queen named Miss Representation, Marty Gold was his real name. he was one of the few drag queens I actually liked as a person. Though I'd never tell the old girl that. She was actually pretty funny. "Well boys. It's that time again when crown the new Miss Boy Culture. Tonight's judges are fashioner designer Wesley Middleton." Princess Nelly got up and waved and blew kisses. "Chef and owner of Bazza Down under, Barry `Bazza' Campbell." Barry remained seated and waved. "Lastly and by far not the least. We have the handsome stud we all come to love for one night and hate the next Gavin Cox." I smiled and gave her the finger which brought a few laughs. "Oh Gavin dear I am probably the only one in here you haven't fucked. Not by my choice though honey." She laughed. "Lord knows I tried. He just won't be convinced that like a fine wine old queens are just fuller and taste better." She said tuning towards the audience. "Well since I am not going to get a taste of Gavin's cork screw, I may get lucky and get a sniff though, let's go over the rules." A good looking twink came out and handed her a scroll. She pinched his ass as he started to leave and stared after him. "Oh sorry boys I get distracted easily when I see something good to eat and that was desert. Care to be the main course Gavin?" She giggled. I just shook my head no. "Oh well. A girl can have her fantasies can't she?" She opened the scroll of rules and it rolled down and traveled three feet in front of her. "Oh my they edited the rules." She said to a few laughs. "Seriously though the rules are simple. All contestants must be 18 years of age or older. Must not be related to any of the judges or have had any type of relationship past or present with any of the judges. OH my, that disqualifies half of them doesn't Gavin?" "I highly doubt that. I don't fuck anything in a dress." I yelled out which brought a few laughs. "Honey I know what you mean with the dozen men I been poked by this week; I am lucky I can remember what day it is." She said nonchalantly to a roar of laughter. "What? An old queen can have her fantasies too you know." She went over the last or the rules which were basic. The contestants will be judged on 4 things, evening gown which is a possible 30 points. Another costume that depicts your personality which is a possible 20 points. Talent which is a possible 20 points and lastly a question and answer which is a possible 30 points. Which gives the contestants a total of 100 possible points. "There are a total of 20 contestants. If the contestant does not get at least the average point they will be eliminated and will receive this lovely prize as a consolation gift." The MC said holding up a huge well used massive butt plug. This brought laughter. "I just hope it's big enough for these queens." More laughter. Liam. I almost died when I found out there was an evening gown part to the show. Leeann quickly went home and grabbed her junior prom gown and brought it back. We had 30 minutes left to hook it up. It was wine colored V cut front with an open back and slit up the side. It was form fitting so that was a plus. Over all it was a beautiful dress but not one that went pop for a drag show. I went through the bag of goodies that Leeann also brought. I pulled out belts scarves costume jewelry. I sat and looked at the pile before me. I grabbed a piece of jewelry that had a V to it. I placed it at the low V of the dress. Perfect. We quickly sewed or rather tacked the it in place. One that was done I quickly got out of the dress and got into the gown. It was a little tight in the waist but it fit. I grabbed a gold and burgundy colored sheer scarf I placed it over my head and loosely wrapped it around my neck. I looked in the mirror and was not thrilled but it would work. I hoped for the best and went out. I waited off stage with the others as the MC talked away. If I wasn't so nervous, some of the jokes would have been funny. I listened to the rules. I had just turned 18 that week so that was all good. I never fucked any one so that was good. By the time She was done I was ready and calmed down. She then started to introduce the queens. I was last being the last one the sign up list. "Lady Boyd. Now Lady was born and raised here in Philly. She is Five foot seven inches tall, twenty-eight-inch waist and weighs 130 pounds and lists her favorite position is none of your fucking business. She says her favorite past time is checking out the latest fashion designs on the internet and incorporating her own style into them. We all went back out and stood there as the judges deliberated. I got a good look at them. The fat one in the pink shirt was supposed to be a fashion designer. Apparently he can dress others but not himself. The blonde with the Aussie accent was cute. It was the one in the middle with the black hair and bluest eyes that mesmerized me though. He didn't say much to the other two. He just sat back and listened to them talk across him. After five minutes of deliberating and tallying the scores the average came up at twenty. The Mc took the envelope from the skinny twink. "I'll see you later cutie." She said pinching his nipple. "Oh my, we have only eight contestants going on to the next round. When I call your name please step forward this is no particular order. She called seven name so far I was ready to call defeat. "Lady Boyd." I smiled and stepped forward. I scored a twenty-six stood there with the other eight and waited for the next round which was a question. The question was asked by someone in the audience. When my turn came up I was nervous. Some of the questions were off the wall. Somewhere downright propositions for sex. I smiled when I saw Max step up to ask the question. "The gay community has taken big steps in recent years in getting equal rights. What do you think is the next step?" he asked. "I think we need to show the world that it's ok to be different. That being different is what is good about this country. What has made it unique from other countries. I think, we as people, whether gay or straight need to accept that being different is what made this country strong and that all people are equal no matter how different they are from yourself." I didn't think I just answered. Apparently it went over well there was a loud applause. I looked at the judges and saw the dark haired one staring at me then back at Max. He smiled gave his head a slight shake. I knew technically it was break in the rules for Max to ask the question. I hope he didn't say anything though. He seemed not even want to be there so I was hoping he wouldn't make waves. After the tally of points, I received a score of twenty-four to much booing from the audience. We went back stage next was the personality costume. I didn't have much on that so put back on my little black dress and un did the necklace from the gown. I tied a black shoe lace to it and used it as a belt. Looking in the mirror. I was thrilled at the site. It only took me five minutes. We still had ten minutes to wait for the next part so I decided to get to know the other girls. Most were nice. One though was a total bitch. She was the one who received a twenty-nine on her gown and twenty-two on the question she was one point ahead of me at fifty-one points. I said hello and introduced myself but just got attitude. The bitch even handed me her gown to hang up. I saw the tag in the gown `Middleton Designs.' I was pretty sure it was a rule breaker wearing the judges clothing line. "This is such a beautiful gown." I said. "Yes of course it is." Paige Turner said. "Where did you find it? I would love to get one, in a different color of course." I said trying to get her tell on herself so the others would hear her. She was pretty loud so I knew they could hear her. She was one of the queens that demanded to be the center of attention. Her make up screamed it. "It's a one of kind dress designed just for me. I am representing his line. I doubt he would have anything that would look good for you. His clothing is too drag elegant." She said with her back to me. She turned around and looked and appraised me. "Nice little design, some designer apparently took time to make it for you." "I designed and made it." I said turned and walked over to a drag queen that was changing from a bright red wig to a dark natural looking red one. "Don't mind her honey. She is total dicked cunt. There's only one point separating you two. I think the rest of us are just here now to watch you two battle it out." she said smiling. "Daisy Chain. Also known as Arthur Kling when I am in man drag." She said offering her hand. "Lady Boyd." I said taking her hand. Daisy slipped into a burgundy mini dress. She had gorgeous legs and a great shape. The dress will look great on her. "Zip me up please honey." Which I complied too. I looked at her in the dress. I was right it looked great on her. There was something off though at the total package. I looked closely and saw what it was. "I think I have something that will really make that pop." I said going back to my bag to get a piece of costume jewelry with a big ruby surrounded by diamond looking gem stones. I went in and it was gone. I looked around and saw Paige Turner with it around her neck. It looked good on her but didn't really make the dress. It took away from it. I went over and stood right in front of her. "Give me back my necklace, please." "I don't know what you're talking about?" Another girl stepped up. "The one I saw you take from her bag, Walter." "Don't fucking call me that." "Listen bitch I kicked your ass all the way through grade school all the way up to twelfth grade. I can do it again. Now give it back." Paige ripped the necklace from her neck breaking the clasp. "Take the fucking thing. I'll be able to afford the real thing soon enough." "Oh going back to Ohio to suck dick for twenties?" said Rose Budds. A pretty Latino queen. I picked up the broke necklace and quickly sewed the necklace around Daisy's neck. I turned her around and the dress popped. She looked in the mirror and smiled. "Damn The lady has style." We went out on the stage when we were called. I did the perfect runway walk. I got a lot of hoots and hollers from the crowd. I looked at Leeann and she smiling. Max was transfixed. He had seen me in drag before but I think the BJ had him looking at me different. I hope he got over it fast though. As much as I would love to be with him, my sister comes first. I scored a twenty-six again. Paige scored a twenty-eight pulling ahead by two more points she is now three ahead of me. I will have to pull out all the stops on the talent part of the pageant. We had ten minutes to get ready. By this time, we were down to four contestants. Paige Turner, Daisy Chain, Tina Tulips and myself. Daisy was going to do gymnastics. Tina Tulips was dancing, I was going to sing Ugly by Courtney Act, karaoke style. I had no idea what Paige was going to do. I helped both girls into their costumes since I was going to perform in what I had on. Paige was struggling into her tight sequenced gown. "Get over here and give me some help too." She called over to me. I looked over at her and gave her the bird and went on helping the other two. The Latino girl from earlier, I learned her name was Galotta Numbers was changing into street clothes called over to her; "That's what happens when you're a bitch. No one wants to touch you for free." We all snickered at that. She humped a whatever and continued struggling to zip herself up. She finally got it done but her boobs were crooked. She spent the remaining three minutes trying to fix her makeup. When we were told it was time Paige had fixed her makeup passably. I wouldn't be happy but she seemed to be. I saw Leeann as I went out and whispered to her that Paige's dresses were designed by one of the judges. She nodded and took note what she was going to do. If that dicked cunt won. I watched as she went over to Max and whispered. I saw a few heads turn her way. Apparently she wasn't being too quiet about the information. I was last to perform Paige went out and sung a Whitney Houston song. Though her voice was good it was definitely a male voice. Somehow singing I will always love you in a male voice didn't sound right to me. That and the fact she ignored the audience. She received a score of 18. The other two were 15. Paige though would be the second or third runner up though. Even If I received a perfect score I lost. When my turn came I went on stage and sung my heart out. I moved to the music and kept eye contact with the judges and audience. I got a perfect score. I lost by one point. https://youtu.be/6q5Gwb82UFI (By Courtney Act) The others came out on stage to crown Paige as Miss Boy Culture or BC. She was putting on a performance of being modest. It was almost believable. I made eye contact with Leeann and smiled. She stepped forward but before she could say anything. One of the judges stood. The handsome one in the middle. "Excuse the interruption please. It has been brought to my attention that there may be a disqualification among the contestants. I would like to ask each Lady a question and maybe a follow up one if I may?" he said. "Oh please Cox you can ask which one wants to fuck you latter." said the fat one in hot pink. "If this information is correct, it will also disqualify a judge." He went on, ignoring the remark made. "Mr. Cox ask your question or questions if needed." Said an elderly man I knew to be on the board of directors of the pageant. He asked us all the same question; "Who designed our dresses." Most of us said off the rack I said I did and one was borrowed from my sister and redesigned by me." Paige lied and said she bought them from a New York fashion house. "May I examine your dresses please?" We left the stage and brought out our gowns. I saw Paige rip off the tag off the inside of the sleeve her gown and toss it in the toilet. I knew by rights if I showed picked it out and showed it to the judge I would win. I would also look bad too. Like I was being the same bitch she was being. He looked at the dresses we brought out. Smiled as he looked at me. He Then examined the back of the dresses we wearing. When he touched the back of my dress I felt little burst through out my being. He looked at me in the eyes then moved on. He looked at the inside sleeve of Paige's dress and smiled. Gavin Not only did I want to be there but I thought it odd that one with the talent was constantly being low scored by the drunk in pink next me. On top of that he kept scoring the one with the overdone makeup high. Something was not right. When it came to the question the fact that the overdone one said he strived to overcome poverty and thinks the gay community should help those in the gay community in need struck me as odd. Considering he was wearing costumed designed couture. During then ten-minute break before talent segment I looked for the one guy who would know. The only guy in the bar I knew would know. I found him in the corner talking to A six foot 3 Drag queen, enough said there on the oddity of her or him. What the fuck ever. The little man was drunk. It didn't take much to get him to talk. All I had to was elude to hooking up with him. In my defense I never said I would. I have some standards. I don't do anyone I couldn't wake up to the next morning and not want to puke on. This guy was puke city. He told me how the ego of the bitch wouldn't let a dress out without his tag so he put them inside the cuff of the sleeve. I went back to the judges table and sat down. I let the talent show go on. It didn't matter who won the thing I was going to expose the cheat. I was amazed when lady Boyd sung her song. It was beautiful. It didn't matter if she scored a perfect score of not she would lose by a point. When they all joined the her on the stage. I smiled when they announced the winner. I glanced at Lady and saw a small frown and then a smile. She knew the cheat but wasn't saying anything. Time to put on the big show. I stood up "Excuse the interruption please. It has been brought to my attention that there may be a disqualification among the contestants. I would like to ask each Lady a question and maybe a follow up one if I may?" There was a comment made from Middleton. God knows he is drunk enough to see pink elephants. I know I barely got a buzz and am seeing one sitting at the judges table next to me. Ignoring his comment whatever it was, I stopped listening to him thirty seconds after the thing started, and continued. "If this information is correct, it will also disqualify a judge." There were a few protests at first mostly from Middleton but the pageant chairman told me to continue. "May I examine your dresses please?" When they returned from the back with their gowns they all told me who made them. I looked at the tags on the dress. I looked in the sleeves of Paige Turners' dresses and noticed a tear in them. I then asked to look at the ones they were wearing. When I got to Lady I reached behind her and looked at the back Hand written on the back was on a tag was Lady Style. My hand touched her shoulder and I felt little needles go through me. I looked into her eyes and saw something there. I moved on Fuck that boy's in dresses is not my thing. I went to Paige Turner and turned up he sleeve of her dress. The was the tag. Middle Couture. I smiled. I hated doing this judging shit from the beginning. Being talked into it by Bazza was bad enough but to find out after wasting two and half hours being a judge to find out that a bitch in pink was rigging it to sell his rags was too much. I was going to enjoy this. "I think I have found something that may be of interest to the committee chairman." I said smiling at Middleton. It was dawning on the booze fogged brain that he was about to be outed a second time. As a cheat. The chairman looked at the tag and frowned. He walked over to the rest of the committee which included Miss Representation and four other older Drag queens. I took my seat next to Bazza and a mumbling Middleton. He had tried to escape but was blocked in by a bouncer. After a five-minute discussion Miss Representation took the stage. "I am sorry to announce that Paige turned has been disqualified. Also that Mr. Middleton is also disqualified from being a judge. Under the circumstances there will be no winner." That's fucked up I thought to myself. I mean I don't get into drag shows and shit like that but it takes a lot of work and time to do that shit. No way there was going to be a winner tonight. I stood up and got Miss Representation's attention. "Gavin you would like to say something?" "Yes I would. There was clearly a winner tonight. Lady Boyd. I believe she or he whatever should be crowned." "The winner is not the issue. There is the queen and her three ladies in waiting. We have only two. No queen should have only two ladies in waiting. I myself prefer men waiting, I mean men in waiting." "So move up the one that had the next highest score before being disqualified." I yelled out. She stepped off the stage only to return a minute later. "Is Penny Paid still here?" she called out. there was a drunken yell from the back. and a disheveled drag queen came staggering up onto the stage. She smiled at the crowd and staggered a bit. "Oh honey you maybe a lady in waiting but I think we need start you off by being a sitting one. Someone bring this girl a chair before she falls against me and get cheap makeup on my new dress." "It's a lovely dress too. Does it come in pink?" She slurred. "I didn't see any other in the thrift store dear." Once the she was eating and swaying in her seat the MC went over to Lady. Place your hand on the sacred makeup box." She said. "Which is twelve ninety-nine at Walmart." She added looking at the audience. "Do promise to hold up the laws of being a drag queen and hold this position with all the honor it deserves? Which isn't much, I might add?" "I do." Lady Boyd smiled. "Please kneel so I can crown you. I mean place your crown." Gavin I watched the crown being placed on lady's head. It was a cheap one off of Amazon. She took her walk around the stage and went back and hugged the remaining three well two the other one was passed out in her chair. I looked closely at lady. If you didn't know she was a man you'd never know it to look at him. It was one thirty in the morning the bar officially closed at two. There was however a catered reception from two to four honoring the queen and her ladies. Tickets have been purchased ahead of time. I watched the people start to filter out. some leaving with a hook-up or boyfriend. Some leaving to go home alone. Others would be filtering into one of the two bath houses in the city. "Good job Mate. Didn't think you'd give fuck about who won." Bazza said leaning beside me against the railing of the balcony. "I didn't. I just didn't want to waste my time judging a rigged contest. Besides it might give Boy Culture a bad name." I said watching the new Boy Culture Queen talk to what must be her sister and the hot stud I spied coming in. I watched them hug and the stud and girl leave. The two could almost pass for identical twins. "Yeah that's the reason mate. Interesting view up here huh?" Bazza said looking at me watching Lady Boyd. "Yeah well got to get the Non reception people the fuck out of my club. I don't need any bull shit from L&I." I said and headed down the steps to the main floor. Liam I was sad that my sister couldn't stay. "I wish you could stay Leeann." "So do I but you know how they are I was allowed out to celebrate your birthday with you and Max. I have to be home in by two and as it is I am going to be late." "When you're Ready to leave call me bro. I'll come pick you up." Max said giving me a hug. "they look like real boobs but don't feel like them." he said after letting me go. I gave Leeann a hug and watched them leave. I went to the bar and got a coke. I smiled as guys and drag queens came up and congratulated me, most saying I deserved to win. I saw Paige Turner standing among a few other Drag Queens. They all kept glancing over at me with daggers. "Don't worry about them. I am sure they will be leaving soon enough." I a sexy Aussie voice said softly from behind me. I turned around and was staring at a large chest in a tight spandex type T shirt. I looked up and saw the greenest eyes I have ever seen. The man was the handsomest guy I ever seen. I drank down the rest of my coke. I Knew he was one of the Judges of the contest so I needed to be sharp. "What are you drinking." "Coke." He signaled a bartender who came right over. It was the other hot guy who was a judge. What can I get you Bazza? He asked looking at me for a second then turning back to Bazza. "L.I. for Miss Boy Culture and martini for me." He nodded and went off to make the drinks. "What's an L.I.?" "Long Island Iced tea." "I can't I am only eighteen. I don't want the owned to get pissed off that Miss Boy Culture got arrested for underage drinking." "If he was worried he wouldn't be making our drinks right now." I turned my head and watched him. Forgetting about Bazza. "I see you like Gavin. Be careful though he goes from man to man and can't be tied down." Around three forty-five I called Max. he said he be here in twenty minutes or so. I went back to the room and to get my stuff. It took me a few minutes to pack it all up and to put the gown in the garment bag. I was having a hard time getting all of it. "Leave it, I'll have someone bring it out for you." Said Gavin from the open doorway. I smile and said thanks. I grabbed the garment bag and slipped past him. I brush against him slightly and felt that same charge again. He must have felt it to because he held my arm for a second then let me go. I smiled one more time before walking towards the front. I waited out front for Max it was four twenty. I called him and he said he was on his way. He had to jump start his car. So I waited outside the now empty club. I started moving my stuff against the wall when I felt myself being pushed against the wall. My head had banged hard against it and my ears were ringing. Whoever it was said something then dragged me a few feet to an alley. It was dark and could make out the shapes but not enough to see a face. Before I knew what was happening someone was holding me down while another was pushing my legs up and apart. I knew what happening. I read that if you struggle they make it worse. To wait for and opening and then break free. I tried screaming but they just shoved something in my mouth. I felt the one on top of me put his dick against my asshole. I felt the arms holding me down loosen a bit. I yanked my arm away and hit the guy getting ready to rape me. I hit his scare on the jaw. I watched as he fell off to one side. I broke free from the other guy. I looked at both of them before turning around to run out. before I could turn though I felt something hit me from behind. I saw stars. I remember thinking I thought that only happened in cartoons before I blacked out. Gavin. I stepped out of the club and the first thing I noticed was Lady Boyd's bags against the wall but no lady there. I checked my watch and it showed four thirty-five. I walked down to the corner to Walnut Street. Not seeing anyone I walked down towards the other end of Thirteenth street. I stopped at the alley between the club and the next building that housed Bazza's restaurant. I glanced down the alleyway and decided to look closer. I don't know what I was expecting but what I saw sickened and pissed me off. Lady Boyd was laying partly behind the dumpster. I bent down and felt for a pulse. It was there. I stood up and pulled out my phone. Just as I finished calling 911. I heard a male voice calling Liam. I wasn't sure but I thought maybe it was Lady bods' ride. I went to end of the alley and saw the hot jock standing by her bags. He saw me and came walking down the street towards me. there was a look of concern on his face. I guess this guy is his or her. Oh fuck who cares. This was the boyfriend I figured. "I am looking for Liam? Um Lady Boyd." "Listen don't panic I called 911 they should be any second." I could hear the sirens getting closer. "What do you mean. Where is he." He said pushing past me. I followed and watched as he bent over Liam. He started to move him. "No don't move him. We don't know how badly he is hurt." I heard the sirens come up thirteenth Street. I ran down the alley and motioned the cops and paramedics towards the alley. I pulled Liam's boyfriend away. He had tears running down his face. I wasn't much of a consoler when it came to shit like this. I just reacted to it without emotion. "Look they will do all they can for your boyfriend." I said to him. "Liam's not my boyfriend he's my girlfriends brother and my best friend." He sobbed. "I got to call her. Oh fuck what do I tell her." "Dial her and give me the phone." I said. He dialed and handed me the phone. "Max did you get Liam?" said a groggy voice. "Hello is this Liam's sister?" "yeah, who's this and what are you doing with Max's phone. Are they okay?" "I am Gavin Cox; I was one of the judges at the pageant last night. Your boyfriend is fine. The thing is Liam was I think attacked outside the club." I heard her sobbing. I heard the paramedic say they were taking Liam to Jefferson Hospital. "Listen they are taking Liam to Jefferson Hospital. I don't know what condition he is in but I can tell you when I found him he was breathing and had a good pulse." "Okay thanks. Can you stay with them until we get there? Oh God how will I explain this to my parents." Okay that's not my problem I thought. "Listen I'll stay with them." I hung up and handed him his phone. Listen put her shit in your car and park in the alley I'll meet you back here. It will be faster if we walked." I quickly went into the club and pulled out the owner signs. When I came out Max was pulling the car into the alley. I put signs in the front and back windows. We walked down to the hospital on eleventh street. The paramedics had arrived just a minute before us. We were told to wait in the waiting area. I pulled out my cell and called Bazza. "This better be good mate or I am going to kangaroo kick your ass." He said answering his phone. I told him what happened leaving out the fact that I was actually concerned for him. I don't know why I was. It's not that I don't care I just detach myself from crap like this. I don't deal with the emotional crap. For some reason this was bugging me. "I'll be there in jiffy." He said and hung up. A cop interviewed me I answered everything and told him what I knew which wasn't much. I sat back down in the waiting room trying to figure out why I cared about this kid. there's three things wrong with this situation. One I do women or boys in dresses. Two I don't do kids, even if they are legal. Three I don't do emotion. Why was I getting choked up over this kid? This Kyria Agori or Lady Boy has gotten to me and I don't know why or how. I closed my eyes and tried to nap. I dozed a few minutes and opened my eyes to find max's head resting on my shoulder. I smiled at him. What the fuck more emotion. I need to stop this shit emotion means love and love is fake shit that people use to hurt others. That was the chant I used all my teen years. It kept me from being hurt. I heard a commotion and saw a couple at the desk making a fuss. "What do you mean my son was beaten outside a gay club my kid ain't no faggot lady." Please donate to Nifty so we all can enjoy the stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Hurry back Sam. 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