Day By Day

.:Chapter One:.

Zacky stepped out of his shower, ruffling his sopping wet hair with a smaller towel before he tied his larger towel around his waist. Today would be his first day as a dancer, and he wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling; excited? Nervous? Unsure? Scared, even? He wasn't sure how the customers would take to him. He had never seen himself as attractive, really, and in his opinion, there were very few things to like about him. He would be the first to admit that he loved his eyes, though; hazel orbs tinted green, bordering the edges of brown towards his pupil. They intoxicated anyone that made eye contact with him. He liked his smile, too. Perfectly white, straight teeth that showed when his plump lips parted in a display of joy; his smile always had women reeling. But Zacky wasn't interested in women.
He sighed, running the smaller towel over his now only damp raven-colored hair once more before he hung it on the towel bar, stepping over to the sink to brush his teeth. He had a strange routine when he brushed; exactly ninety-two brushes on his top teeth, and exactly sixty-four on the bottom. He just found it worked better for him that way. Once he was finished brushing his teeth and rinsing out the excess toothpaste, he ran his favorite comb through his short hair, combing the bangs backwards in the hairstyle he always wore. Then, he dropped the towel from his waist and pulled on his black and white plaid boxers, scratching at his tattooed chest as he stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were tinted with curiosity, as if he were searching for something in his face; after a moment of looking at himself, though, he turned and left the bathroom so that he could trail into his bedroom and get dressed.
Even though he would be changing into a different outfit once he got to work, Zacky decided that he would wear his best jeans and t-shirt anyways. He pulled on the slightly worn, dark-grey skinny jeans with the ankles slightly rolled up, and then switched to putting on his favorite shirt. He tugged the sleeveless Social Distortion over his head and ran his hands all over his torso and his legs, making sure everything fit well enough before he slipped on his socks and sneakers. After grabbing his wallet, keys and phone, he left his apartment and trailed down two stairwells to the parking lot, where his rickety old car sat waiting to be driven again. He glared at the run-down vehicle for a moment before climbing into the driver's side and starting it, his fingers crossed that he could make it all the way to work without it breaking down.

About twenty minutes later, with only a few hiccups of protest from his car's engine, Zacky pulled into the parking lot of The Lion's Den and killed the motor; however, he didn't go in just yet. He sucked in a deep breath, whispering to himself, "You can do this. You can do this." He repeated the words a few times before he nodded once to himself and then got out of the car, sauntering into the building while only tripping once over his shoes that were too big for him. As soon as he entered the club, he spotted Ricki, the young blonde-haired girl that had sort of taken him under her wing, filling glasses and serving drinks. He gave her a quick friendly nod, which she returned, and then he made his way back to the dressing room. When he pushed the door open, he saw that he was the only one in there, apart from Miss Bri, who was busy clearing off a vanity table.
"Oh, Zacky! Good, good, sit down, this is your station, sweet pea," Miss Bri ushered the hazel-eyed man over, and once he sat down in the chair in front of his vanity table, she began gently massaging his shoulders. "Now, on the paper Ricki gave me, it said that you wanted to wear something.. Feminine. Is that right?" She raised her brow at Zacky's reflection, and after he nodded, she smiled. "Well, we've ordered some things for you to wear, and I want you to try them on.. They're in that bag," She pointed to a bag that was sitting on the floor in front of his chair. "And if you don't feel comfortable changing out here, then there's a changing room right through that door." She gestured over to a door that was to the right of them.
"Alright.. Thank you, Miss Bri." Zacky smiled bravely, taking the bag from the floor and trailing over to the changing room. It was a room with a few stalls, almost like that of a mall dressing room; when he stepped into one of the stalls, he found that there was a bench and a body mirror, just like a regular dressing room. When he made sure the door was closed and locked behind him, the raven-haired man began pulling his 'garments' out of the bag; and what he held in his hands was exactly what he had in mind.
A pair of pastel pink thigh highs, some hot-pink lace satin underwear, and a corset that was the same color as the pair of thigh highs, but with mauve colored ribbon that laced up the back. Then, in the bottom of the bag, Zacky spotted a pair of stark white high heeled shoes, and the thought of walking in those already made his feet hurt. But he couldn't back out now. A sigh passed his perfectly plump lips before he stripped out of his day clothes, first putting on the lace panties and then checking how he looked in them. Surprisingly, he was able to add another thing to the list of things he liked about himself; his ass in hot pink, lacy satin boy short panties. Damn, I look good as hell, Zacky thought with a smirk. After ogling his own butt for a few more seconds, he decided to put on the thigh highs, using the straps to connect them to his panties and keep them held up. He slipped on the white pump heels, finding that they were surprisingly easy to stand in. Now came the difficult part; putting on the corset. He wrestled it onto his body, and then, after a few minutes of trying to tie it himself, he sighed in defeat. He would have to ask Miss Bri for help.
"Miss Bri?" Zacky called, strutting out into the main part of the dressing room with his head held down in a shameful way. "C-can you help me tie my corset? I don't think I can reach back there all the way just yet." He giggled shyly.
"Of course, of course! Come over here." She waved him over, and once he stood with his back to her, her plump hands began to work swiftly at the mauve colored ribbon along his spine. "Now," She spoke once it was tied. "Is that too tight, or is that comfortable?"
"It's great.. I actually like the way I look!" The hazel-eyed man admitted, a soft blush blooming onto his cheeks.
"I'm glad to hear that, hon.. Now, were you thinking of doing any makeup? If not, that's okay, but if you are, I could definitely do that for you." Miss Bri spoke quickly, barely giving Zacky time to process what she was saying.
"I was thinking just some simple eyeshadow.. Maybe pink? Not anything too bold, but bright enough that it's noticeable." He explained, and just as he was finished speaking, Miss Bri was holding up a eyeshadow pallet and a sponge brush. "I'm just gonna trust that you know what you're doing." He laughed, closing his eyes and letting his house mom do her magic. She used a darker color towards the outside of his lids, and it gradually faded into white towards the corner of his eyes. When she was finished applying his eyeshadow, Zacky opened his eyes and leaned forward, examining her work in his vanity mirror.
"What do you think?" She smiled.
"It's amazing! Thanks, Miss Bri. Oh, did Ricki tell you what song I wanted to dance to?" He asked nervously, nibbling on his plump bottom lip as he awaited her reply.
"Yes, she did. I've got it set on the track list. Since tonight is basically your premier, we'll have you go on at 8:00 sharp. Be at side stage at 7:50 though, okay?" She patted his cheek and then waddled away, not even giving him a chance to reply. Zacky checked his phone, finding that it was 7:35 pm. He still had about fifteen minutes before he had to be at side stage, so he decided to practice his catwalk. The hazel-eyed man stood up and put his hands on his hips before he began to saunter back and forth across the room, making sure his hips swayed back and forth with every step. After a few times of stumbling (and one time almost falling onto the corner of a vanity table) Zacky finally was able to walk in the white pumps, and as he practiced it more and more, he found it becoming enjoyable; putting the swing into his walk, making sure his legs extended gracefully with every step.. He felt powerful, in a way.
Soon enough, it was time for Zacky to make his way to side stage. As he was making his way down the short hallway that led to the side of the stage, he nearly bumped into a tall, bulky man with sandy blonde hair, tan skin and deep brown eyes; he was wearing a pair of camouflage shorts and a matching cloth hat that had a gold star on the front. "Hey, you're the new dancer, right? Zacky?" His deep voice rumbled, causing the shorter, paler man to shy away from him a bit. This guy was reasonably attractive.. Why was Zacky so afraid of him?
"Y-yeah, that's me.." The hazel-eyed man stuttered.
"Gotcha. Everyone calls me Blaze, but.. You can call me Andrew." He smirked, giving Zacky a somewhat flirty wink before he walked away, seeming to head for the dressing room. That was weird.. Was he flirting with me? Zacky thought, shaking his head with a soft chuckle to himself before he ascended the three stairs that led to the side of the stage. He felt something stirring in his gut; fear, excitement, nervousness, hesitancy, he couldn't quite decide which emotion fit him best at the moment.
"And now," Zacky recognized Ricki's voice when it came over the speakers. "We'd like to introduce our newest dancer.. He's here for your entertainment, so give him all the love he deserves.. Zacky Vengeance!" That was his cue. He put his hands on his hips and, using the catwalk he practiced earlier, Zacky strutted out onto the stage just as the beginning of his song came over the speakers.