The drag queen

Two personalities, one person.

Can you guess who is who.

-Vanessa-

I sat there, staring at myself In the mirror, instead, it wasn't my normal reflection, it was a girls. I couldn't help but to smile at how I had done with making myself look different, I looked, well...feminine and beautiful. my smile disappearing as I saw the head chief walk in view of my mirror, the nerve, he placed his club hands on my shoulders, I couldn't help but to look at his reflection in MY mirror. He had brown side burns, he was rather tall, but that didn't hide the fact that he looked like he ate McDonalds every day of his life. he licked his lips as he scanned me, normally this wouldn't bother me, sleeping with a dude for a promotion, psh you could count me in, but I wasn't really into the whole penis factor anymore.

"How are your studies going doll face?" He asks, he really wasn't a bad guy, really.He just, he got a bit pervy at times, I mean who wouldnt around me?

"Peachy." I simpley say before getting up, I was done with the whole make up situation, plus the show was on soon so I had to hurry up anyway, there was no dout in my mind that I was going to be the best tonight. "Math is like a dildo up the ass though" I say as I look at him from the clothes options that were in front of me. I watched as he laughed, his face turning red and if i had never met him and he looked like this, his face red and all, I would have mistaken him for one of those orange dudes in willy wanka. I look back at the clothes and finally settle on this dress that was red, sexy, right? Still classy though. "Well, this is your last show....make it count...." he says as he finishes his laugh that seemed to last a lifetime. Oh, something i didnt tell you, normally drag queens like...well penises..but I was no longer into that as I've mentioned before, ive figured out that im not going to find a girl who likes a guy thats prettier than her...not to brag or nothing, but im a pretty sexy lady when it comes down to it. "I will" I mutter back as i heard him walk away, it wasnt hard to hear. Call it an over exaturating but i swear the world shock as he took steps. Okay. Enough with the fat jokes. I promise. Anyway, as I get my slimming red dress on, and admire myself in the mirror before sneaking my way onto the stage and peeking out into the crowd and as i scanned it my eyes stopped on this girl

this beautiful girl....I couldnt take my eyes off of her, she was...well....flawless. I snapped back into reality when I heard the ompalumpa call two minutes till show. Fuck. I couldnt go out there....she couldnt know this about me, on top of that I had no time to change, so what do i decide to do? Sneak out backstage and sit next to her, genius of the year. I Looked like a chick, so i was going to need to act like that. Oh god...this was gonna be great, before i talk, I cough, clearing my thought, I was going to need the girlest voice i could possibley do. As i talk i sounded like one of them chipmunks that could sing. "Hi" I said, automatically wanting to palm myself in the face, as she looked my way i felt my heart sank. She was more flawless up close, She had gignger hair, which was thick, something any girl would kill for, her eyes were a light brown, her lips being medium sized, and her body looked like some kind of curvy porn star. She.was.flawless. she gave me a cheeky smile before her voice came out, it sounded like the heavens. "Hello.." Excuse me ma'am are you an angle? No? Okay well you must me god, because DAMN girl. you have answered all my prayers. You can be my new religion, i wouldn't mind reading that book every night. As i thought all of this, i didnt even realize that i was taking a while to respond. "Oh, sorry darling i was...admiring your hair....what....shampoo do you use?" Im. An. Idiot.