North is always the shy type. Never talks much, but when he is with you, he truly can’t stop smiling and talking. That’s your boyfriend for you. Now that the two of you are out of college, things have gotten serious. You hope one day he’d possibly propose, but, something strange is going on with your hopefully future fiancé. He has been staying a lot later a work that he usually does every Friday. Purchases of expensive dresses, wigs and makeup charged to your credit card that you don’t remember buying. Maybe your sleepwalker and you haven’t realized? No, that can’t be it. Why would North be staying so late and buying things you never thought he would. You wanted to find out and you weren’t going to let him get away. It was Friday night and you sit on the couch with your novel and the lamp on. You could hardly focus on your book because you were ready to possibly catch North red handed… but then again… what if he wasn’t lying to you? What if he truly was working late? Guilt crawls up your spine like a disgusting bug. You swat away the thought and keep waiting, your patience slowly slipping. The clock strikes 2 and he still isn’t home! What is with him? Then, the doorknob jiggles and he walks in… he? She? Is that, North? A tall drag queen in a pretty pink dress and red eyeshadow with a brown wig that lays on her shoulders elegantly, walks in. Your eyes widen. Well that was the last thing you expected. She gasps “It’s not what you think!” Waving her hands frantically. Her voice was cracking a bit in panic “North?” You question in awe. North shrugs and smiled awkwardly like a child caught drawing on the wall. You were confused but wanted to giggle a little. You never thought North would have a confidence to even dress in drag, either way, North looked good. North was shaking a bit. Norths formally confident walk starts to falter as he waddles over to you in high heels, his foot going inward a little, but he caught himself. Now what? Are you still mad?