Princess

Day 3: Confessions

Another day went by of filming and Peter was still in awe.  Mike noticed and caught on.  "Peter?" Mike asked late one night.  No response, he was sound asleep.  "Peter," Mike sung as he shook his friend awake.  "Mike?"  "Yeah, it's me."   "Why are you up?  What is it?"  "I wanna talk to you about somethin', babe."  "What could be so important at two o'clock in the morning?  We have filming tomorrow don't we?  "Tomorrow is our day off.  I've noticed that you've been wordless on me in makeup and such--thought ya might wanna talk about it.  You know, get it out 'n clear."  Peter just sighed.  "Well, you just look...I don't know...you look different than a normal guy would in makeup ..." "Are you saying you like how I look in makeup? And you can't accept that?" Peter just looked down and shrugged his shoulders. Mike ruffled his hair. "Peter...it's okay." "No, man...it's gay." "Peter, no it's not. Now, If you made a move on me, that would be...gay." Mike hated saying or talking about homosexuality, growing up in a Christian family. "It's okay, man. But are you gonna be okay?" "I'll be alright...Gwen." Mike gently nudged Peter's head down and left the room.
"Is he okay?" Micky asked noticing Mike coming down the stairs. "He's fine. I thought you were in bed?" "I got up to get something to drink." "It's three in the mornin'..." "Yes it is. Anything else you wanna boast about, you know besides about knowing how to tell time?" Mike rolled his eyes and say next to him. "You think we're almost done with 'Fairy Tale'?" "Well, we still gotta do the fight scene, but other than that yeah. Why?" "Princess Gwen." "She's a beauty." "You're not the only one thinks so...?" "You like her too?" "Yeah...but someone else." Micky snapped. "That's what was bothering Peter! He likes-". "Me in makeup..." "Oh..." Micky looked down. "We talked and he should be fine now." "Say! I'll be right back!" "Why? Where are you going?" Micky just ran upstairs, returning with Davy. "What is this?" Mike asked. "Go do youh 'air." Davy said smiling. "And put on youh best dress!" Davy added calling after Mike. Mike came down wearing his Princess Gwen costume. Davy told him to sit and brung out his makeup kit. "What are you doin'?" Mike asked. "Petah is going to get a date with Gwen...well have to find a different dress..." Mike understood why and allowed it to happen. Micky went to go get a dress and returned with a short yellow dress. "I can't wear that!" Mike protested. "Why not?" "A. My legs. B. It's too short!" "Oh, Christian girl..." "What's wrong with youh legs, Mike? I like them!" "I'm not shaving." "Oh, panty hose?" Mike rolled his eyes. "Fine..." Micky returned again with a longer yellow dress with a thick green stripe going across the middle like a belt. "Wear this with your Princess Gwen boots. And your wig." Said Micky. "Go! I'm finished with youh makeup." Mike rolled his eyes and went to put on the clothing. He returned with a scowl. "I have fun doin' it onscreen. But not on my free time!" "Get out!" Micky demanded. "What?!" "You're gonna knock on the door like a date. "Oh." Mike went out. Micky went to go get Peter up. "Morning, Pete!" Micky said sitting on Peter's bed. "Morning?" "Get up get dressed, do your hair, brush your teeth, blah blah blah." Micky left with a smile. Peter came downstairs. "Petah! It's for you!" Davy chirped. "Who is it?" "A beautiful young woman." "Oh...?" Peter went to look and nearly tripped when he saw Mike in drag at the door. "Mother of pearl..." "Hi, Peter!" Mike said in the best feminine voice he could muster. "Why..." "Wanna go out to breakfast...alone?" Peter took this as a chance for explanations and one on one. "Yeahp, sure why not," Peter a answered too quickly. They were off.
In the car Peter took advantage. "Mike-" "Gwen," Mike corrected in his non feminine voice, he cleared his voice after realizing this. "Why? I trusted you not to make anything of it." "I thought it may be nice. For you. You deserve this!" "Humiliation?" "To live your dream." "We're daydream believers. We believe our dreams. Dreams are not reality, Mike." "Wow, no hippie psychedelic mess?" "Mess?"  "Look, I didn't mean mess-"  "I live by that mess, Mike.  Just as you and Christian Science.  It's not mess."  "I know."  Mike continued driving, feeling ridiculous wearing what he was.  After about ten minutes the silence was broken.  "Hey, M-Gwen?"  Peter said smiling.  "Yes, bridge?"  "Sorry for snapping.  I know what you meant."  Mike pulled into an abandoned store parking lot.  "I said I'm sorry...!"  Peter said quickly.  "Peter, this is point B."  "Oh..."  "Get out..."  They got out and leaned against the tailgate. 
"So, you like this?" Mike said gesturing to his body.  "Yeah." Peter said with a smirk.