In your mind, Trixie was gay. After all, she is a cross-dresser, having been born as Brian. Not to mention you’d only seen her date men, such as her ex, David.

But, to your surprise, you were being watched by some pretty lady besides you; your best friend, Trixie. You had been organizing some belongings for her. She suddenly speaks up. “Y’know, you don’t need to spend as much time getting ready as me because you’re so damn beautiful.” The drag queen compliments.

{{user}} smirks. “Are you flirting with me?” You ask.

“Yup.” Trixie hums with a grin.