QUEENS OF THE GAY BAR
WHO: Feliciano, Feliks, Fernando, anyone else
WHEN: Friday Oct 9th, after 9 pm
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: IT'S DRAG NIGHT BEETCHES
RATING: H for hot bois in drag~
Feliciano tugged at the short skirt of his dress, worried about the length even though he had stocking and shorts on underneath. It was near enough to Halloween for the event he was going to seem almost normal... almost. Drag Night at Chueca was something he'd been looking forward to ever since he heard the rumors. The trouble had been sneaking away from Ludwig's place and remaining inconspicuous.
He'd managed though, somehow sneaking past both Ludwig and Gilbert with his outfit covered by a long jacket that was now stuffed into a purse. Getting the dress, wig and accessories had been hard enough, hiding them had been worse, but tomorrow everything would be hidden away again, for a long, long while.
The Italian stepped into the long line full of other crossdressers, 'fag hags' and people who had no clue what was going on. It would be a while before he got to the front and he took the time to fix his wig, smooth his dress and keep checking his makeup. Only 60 dollars, his ID and cell phone were shoved in his purse since he wouldn't need too much and he had to pull the ID out as he neared the front, smiling brightly at the bouncer as they checked it.
WHEN: Friday Oct 9th, after 9 pm
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: IT'S DRAG NIGHT BEETCHES
RATING: H for hot bois in drag~
Feliciano tugged at the short skirt of his dress, worried about the length even though he had stocking and shorts on underneath. It was near enough to Halloween for the event he was going to seem almost normal... almost. Drag Night at Chueca was something he'd been looking forward to ever since he heard the rumors. The trouble had been sneaking away from Ludwig's place and remaining inconspicuous.
He'd managed though, somehow sneaking past both Ludwig and Gilbert with his outfit covered by a long jacket that was now stuffed into a purse. Getting the dress, wig and accessories had been hard enough, hiding them had been worse, but tomorrow everything would be hidden away again, for a long, long while.
The Italian stepped into the long line full of other crossdressers, 'fag hags' and people who had no clue what was going on. It would be a while before he got to the front and he took the time to fix his wig, smooth his dress and keep checking his makeup. Only 60 dollars, his ID and cell phone were shoved in his purse since he wouldn't need too much and he had to pull the ID out as he neared the front, smiling brightly at the bouncer as they checked it.