Journey into the weird

The Corkscrew incident

He used to think that lip gloss was the most feminine he would ever wear, and that was simply because he had two sisters and they had no Barbie dolls to play dress up with.

"We brought the silicone ladies!"

That opinion was quickly erased from his mind.

It had begun just like any other day. He woke up, had a granola bar, took a shower and went to watch YouTube. It was only when he saw that the front page was full of drag queens and the top article was 'All about drag week with Roxanne cheery bomb' that he remembered why he should be afraid "open up Mr. Recluse I know you're in there!". As he ran for his bedroom the last normal sentence he heard all day was

"I lost my keys so as your roommate I'm reserving my right to break in." And even then it wasn't all that normal of a sentence to anyone without the party for life roommate he was currently wishing didn't exist.

Some two hours later he had been dragged out of his bedroom and firmly plopped onto Alex's motorcycle while they went speeding down the city roads at god knows how early in the morning.

"So dude, I know you got to be at the corkscrew by 5 but that's about it. You want to tell me more about why you've been somewhere between sulking and straight up fear for the past few days?"

"Straight may not be the best word choice at the moment." He grumbled into Alex's back, just barely being heard. "So you remember when I came home completely plastered a couple nights ago?"

"You were so drunk I think I still have the video of you explaining to the microwave why you're going to be the 'prettiest princess of them all'"

"Really?" Alex nodded his head and Maurice could feel him trying to contain his laughter. "Crap, anyway long story short while I was still at the bar I may have made a few bets with one of the local queens and..." he couldn't say it. This was the single handedly most embarrassing thing he would ever do. "Oh my god. Maurice, you know better than to bet with those guys there only looking to... Maurice oh my god you didn't!"

"Yeah." And for the rest of the ride Alex was prying information out of them. What time is the show? Did he know what dress he'd be in? Could he get a seat? All while loudly exclaiming that 'whoa dude you must have been drunker than I thought.'

Maurice could feel sweat forming on his palms as they pulled up to the back of the club. He almost regretted asking Alex to drive him, he wouldn't stop with the jokes and had insisted upon staying at the club until your show came on since you refused to tell him the time. Alex however was secretly trying to think of a good excuse to join in on the best thing he had ever seen happen to his introvert of a roommate. He should have gotten drunk too, why didn't they make more gluten free beer? Was that even a thing? He hoped so.

Knocking on the neon door they could both already hear the blaring music and the sounds of drag queens in the distance. "Oh good Maurice darling you made it!"

And thus he was pulled out from behind his friend by two of the most outrageous women he had ever seen.

This was it. The end of any sliver of masculinity he had left. And Alex, the cheeky bastard, was just standing in the doorway looking around. The two uhm, ladies, looked expectantly at him though.

"I hope you don't mind that Alex is here, he drove me over."

"I was actually wondering if I could join in on this. Is there some papers I need to sign or something?"

Maurice's soft exclamation of 'what, dude what?' couldn't be heard over the sound of arguing by the now ten ladies that had almost ran to the door with hungry looks in their eyes. As for Alex, he had decided to step inside and examine dresses and the shortest shorts he had ever seen on the racks.