on with the show

"We were uh just-"

"She wanted me to do her makeup."

"Sh-wait what? No I-"

"It's okay hun, we all were nervous our first time too." Madame Laganja rubbed your shoulders gently as you tried and failed to make heads or tails of what she was talking about.

"No, what do you mean?" You tried to stand but her unusually strong hands held you in place.

She looked at you, almost as confused as you were, "Queen Fish is a drag club sweetie."

"Drag?

"We're all drag queens."

"Guys who dress up as women?"

"Only better." Blaire smiled at you in the mirror and you suddenly tried to analyze her...his...face for any semblance of male features.

"Well, we also perform too. It's what separates us from your average crossdressers." Laganja laughed loudly.

"I'm not..." You look at your beautiful face, "I have to go."

"You can go, but you know if you do they'll fail you."

"What?!" Even though you were told before this all started it was still shocking, "Can I at least take the makeup off?"

"Momma!" A gruff voice called as a beautiful girl entered the room wearing hot pants and nothing else fully exposing her lack of breasts. It was hitting you hard and fast that you're surrounded by men in drag.

"What's wrong, Roy?"

"Lillith just called, she's sick."

"Oh no! Who's going to work the door?" Laganja suddenly turned to you and smiled.

"What? Me?! I don't want...what if people...I look like-"

"Trust me, you'll fit right in here." She could tell you were still scared, "If you want we can make it so no one could recognize you."