This is a story about the twins who both have very low self esteem struggling to live a happy life with healthy relationships, but the reality is tough. One is a straight drag queen&stand-up comedian, one is a gay cook, read and find out more
Andrew, Peter and Stuart were sitting on the sofa in the dressing room. Although they didn't have any work to do during the busiest hour of this evening, they were not going home.
"Take off your bra pads, they're slipping to your belly button," Peter said to Andrew, fixing his false eyelashes with his index finger as he said. Andrew shrugged, he pulled out the bra pad and threw it on the table.
"Peter, are you aware that you look exactly like an horse, look at that long ass face. " Stuart held a cigarette between his fingers and slapped Peter on the shoulder, "bro take off your makeup seriously, that's too much."
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"Shut up Stuart, you could hide a mouse between your belly, those LAYERS, ewww."
The three laughed dryly together and stopped at the same time.
"That's fucking boring."
Peter lowered his body and winked at Andrew and Stuart. He picked up the bra pad and aimed at Laurent who was sitting in front of the dressing table not far away with full drag on. Although laurent was not hit, his mascara brush stucked straight into his eyes. Laurent cursed, lowered his head, quickly got up and grabbed the bra pad on the floor, he threw it towards them with one eye opened.
The three of them dodged it and laughed sharply like hyenas. If it wasn't for the heels being too high, he would have beaten the shit out of these three bastards. Laurent gave them a middle finger, lifted up the stockings, and took in a deep breath.
It was Halloween, there were more guests than ever, and it was ten o'clock at night. His talent had bought him a forty minutes of performance period, he needed to go hard. Laurent stepped on high heels that were ten centimeters high, and walked onto the stage cautiously facing the overhead light, he heard sounds of surprise from the audience.
Of cause they were surprised. This one is a fucking giant. After wearing high heels, he is more than two meters tall, but his slender body did not make him look that rough and inconsistent. On the contrary, he looks as elegant and gorgeous as a sassy big cat like the rum tum tugger. As soon as he pulled up the mic, the lights slowly went out. Laurent could no longer see the strange looks that the audience gave him. He closed his eyes and followed the rhythm of music, slowly swinging his body. His voice was a bit sharp, although it's not very suitable for singing, it was quite entertaining.
Top lights hit his angular face, those outline of him became even sharper. A few braids scattered on the forehead and the eyelashes droop to cover half of his dark and sad eyes, although the lipsticks were not perfectly done by himself, his delicate lip shape was still aesthetically pleasing. There was something about his features and figures that made him looks very unique and androgynous. The longer the audience stared at him, the more unreal he looked.
He stopped singing, approached the audience step by step, and tried to look seductive. He stretched his long leg to the audience, and slowly swept the audience's shirt collar and chin with the tip of his high heels. The man stroked his slender ankle lightly with his hand...
