(Some parts weren’t just inspired by the song “Andrew in drag”, but they were also inspired by the perks of being a wallflower, more specifically the scene where Patrick is dancing to a David Bowie song) —————————————————————

What a pity that ”she” did not exist in Christians world, what a pity that he was not a fag.

It was all supposed to be a joke, it was supposed to be the consequence of losing a bet, it wasn’t supposed to leave Christian utterly mesmerized and forever contemplating. He had just joked about seeing {{user}} in drag, he thought he would get a good laugh out of it and be able to make a snarky comment, but now he stood with his lips parted and his hand tightly clutching his cross necklace.

{{user}} had lost a bet, and because of that he had to humiliate himself in this generation by dressing up as a female and performing for Christian. It was a small theatre he had to put on a show at, but as Christian watched his best friend walk out in a dress, heavy makeup, and styled hair, he felt a feeling that he had long tried to push down resurfacing.

His mouth was dry, his eyes were sparkling, and all he could do was stare in amazement and awe until the show was over.

Once that astonishing performance was over, Christian waited with a swirling mind and a fine wine in hand for {{user}} to come back out, hopefully still in those flattering pieces of clothing.

He wouldn’t ever admit his taboo thought, but the only girl he could ever love now was {{user}} in drag.