Darla the Drag Queen

"I-I don't understand!" cried Darla. "I'm a freak! How did this happen? I was Homecoming Queen! I'm supposed to go out with Tommy tonight!"

"What's stopping you?" asked Davis. "Oh, clothes, right. Sorry, how could I forget? Here, let me give you something fitting of a Queen!"

And just like that, the dumpy femboy was no longer naked. In fact, the outfit he now wore looked divine. A glittering, gold sequin dress hugged his ample ass and a hidden girdle cinched his waist tightly. His flabby hormone tits pressed together, creating cleavage that gave the illusion of breasts that almost equaled their former size. A glittery white boa hid his Adam's apple, while ounces of thick, brightly colored makeup covered almost all of his natural facial features. Outrageously long eyelashes stuck out from his black, mascara-laden eyes. Above, his unnaturally fire red hair flowed in an enormous, wavy pompadour that fell down to his shoulders again in huge curls. Sparkly, silver fake nails jutted three inches from each finger. And down below, a pair of four inch golden heels glowed like twin disco balls.

Darla, the gorgeous queen of the school, was now Darlicious, the fabulous drag queen.

"Oh. My. Gawd!" balked Darlicious. "I am so fantastic! Wait. No. Why did I say that? This is not fantastic. This is glorious! No, that's not right, either!"

"But Darlicious, whatever do you mean?" chided Davis. "I think you're fantabulous! You'll make all the other drag queens so jealous! Although, you do still have your real hair -- maybe you'd rather have a wig, so you can change it up?"

"What?! No!" cried Darlicious. "No, I want to be myself again! I'm Darlicious, not Darlicious! Oh, pooh! Why can't I say my own name?"

"But darling, that is your name," said Davis. "Now run along. I know you still think like that old hag Darla, but I've given you a makeover that everyone will just gush over! Just be careful around the other boys -- your dress is so tight that you'll make a gold tent in your lap if you get too excited!"

Davis shooed the new queen out of the girl's room, and as they both exited he admired her glittering hips as they sashayed out.

Damn, still a fine ass! I know I'd tap it...uh, but only because she's -- I mean he's -- a guy now. Um, anyway, should I help Darlicious adjust to his new life, or is there someone else around here that could use a little balancing from the orb?