Hello all! I've had an idea in my head for a while for a storyline. It will be a seven to eight part series about seven friends who end up getting a job together - as drag queens! Some come out of need, others out of willingness, and a few are forced in service! So without further ado, here is part one, about the lovely Serena Starz.
Part 1: Serena Starz
Sora was at a crossroads in his life. He had two paths to consider; on one hand, he was a senior in high school and simply wanted to party it up with his friends, enjoy his last year in his hometown; on the other hand, Sora was realizing that life after high school was going to be difficult and require a serious approach. He was going to need to figure out where he was going to go to college (if he was at all), find some way to pay for tuition or necessities if he took a gap year, and he needed a place to live. Although all these thoughts were stressful, he always remembered that most of his friends had the same issues to deal with, and they were there to support him if need be.
Sora smiled at the thought of his friends. He could always count on them. They had all grown up together in the same neighborhood and had remained close from the first time they met in grade school. Their little group, "The Seven Stars," as they called themselves, was composed of Hal, Emilio, Mel, Albert, Lars, and Lance. Hal was always the quiet, polite one of the group and was probably the closest to Sora in the group. Emilio was the athlete of the group and could be a little too bold for Sora's tastes, but overall he was a good guy. Mel was the ladies' man of the group, a smooth-talker with the ability to talk his way out of anything. Albert was the youngest of the group, only a junior in high school. He was extremely cocky and a bit of a dick, but he was Lars' best friend, so Sora had to tolerate him. Lars was also a junior, and the younger brother of Lance. He was probably the nicest guy Sora had ever met, which was ironic, considering that Albert was his best friend. The last guy in the group was Lance, the "leader" of the group. Although he refused to acknowledge this role in the group, everyone respected his word. He was a well-rounded guy: good looking, fairly athletic, and had a commanding aura that seemed to emanate from his calm persona. Sora was really proud to be connected to Lance, as everyone in school could tell that he was going places in life.
Sora also aspired to do something great with his life. He wasn't sure what that something was yet, but he knew that eventually it would come to him. He, Hal, Emilio, Mel, and Lance were all graduating that year and all decided that they were going to get jobs. Emilio, who was always itching to prove his superiority, had suggested that all five of them should pool in $100, and the person who gets the best job the fastest will get the money. All five of them eventually agreed and decided to use Albert and Lars as judges if there was a disagreement between the five of them on who had gotten the best job. That, of course, had been three weeks ago, and Sora still could find no job offers. Even worse, Mel had hinted that he had sweet-talked his way into an interview with a high-powered company, a job that surely would secure him the $500 from the pool.
What's a guy to do? Sora muttered as he wandered around downtown, walking home from a failed interview. That's the third time this week I've been turned down after applying for a job. At this rate, I won't find a job during the summer, let alone in time to win the money in the pool.
He glumly stared at the ground, bemoaning his predicament, when suddenly he saw on the ground a flyer. Slowly, he bent down to pick it up, and began to read it:
HELP DESPERATELY NEEDED:
Male performer willing to dance and/or sing
Needed to work weekends and some weekdays
$10 dollars per hour plus tips
Please contact Paul Ru at 2713 Queen Street ASAP
This is probably an advertisement for male stirppers, thought Sora. But hey, I'm desperate for money, I'm not a horrible dancer or singer, and its only a block a way. I guess I'll check it out...
Sora walked over to the address and found a large building. He entered into the large room and was surprised to see a lot of unopened boxes scattered around. "Hello?" he called out. "Is this the residence of Paul Ru?"
A noise could be hear in a back room and a few seconds later a small man stepped out to meet Sora. "Hello," he smiled warmly. "I'm Paul Ru. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I saw this advertisement on the ground," said Sora, handing him the flyer, "And I think I'd like to apply for the job."
Mr. Ru began to size Sora up, examining his body and looking into his eyes for some mysterious reason. "How old are you, Mr...?"
"Sora. And I'm eighteen."
"Perfect!" Mr. Ru's eyes shined with delight. "I thought you were a little too young to apply, but I guess not! So then, Sora, is it? Sora, I am so glad you came here. I just got into town and wanted to start my own business, but it started out so slow. I only have four employees, plus myself, and thought I was going to have to shut down because of the lack of staffing. But now you've come along and bring me hope that I can attract from the younger generations!"
"So I've got the job?"
"Sort of," Mr. Ru smiled sadly. "See, although adding you to the staff is helpful, I still don't have enough people to start. So I have a favor to ask you: do you think you can get five more guys to come in here and sign up? If so, I will have a job to give you; in fact, I'll make you vice president of the club! But if you can't get five guys, there won't be a club for you to have a job in. So can you do it?"
Could I do this? thought Sora. I don't know...it would be hard to convince one guy, let alone five. But if I don't say yes, I'll have no job, and there will be no way that I can win the pool money.
"I think I can do it," smiled Sora.
"Perfect!" exclaimed Mr. Ru. "I'll make you vice president of the club right now, although you'll still have to work for the club like the rest of our employees."
"Alright," Sora said. "But what exactly is it that I'll be doing. Am I performing onstage? Am I singing something? The flyer wasn't very specific."
"Oh yes," Mr. Ru replied. "I can have my stage director explain everything to you. Tiffany, can you come out here please?"
Sora stood gawking as behind the curtain came Tiffany, the boyfriend of Emilio. "Tiffany?" he gasped. "You work here?"
Tiffany smiled. "You're one to talk. I never took you as the club type, Sora. So do you want the full tour and explanation or not?"
"I guess I do," Sora said, and began to follow Tiffany into the back room.
"Oh, wait just one moment!" called Mr. Ru. "Sora, I need you to sign this documents acknowledging that you are a full-fledged employee of the club, for tax purposes an such."
"Sure, no problem," Sora answered, signing his name on the dotted line.
"Alright then, let's get a move on," Tiffany called and walked into the back room. Sora followed quickly after, not wanting to miss a detail of explanation.
"So this is the entrance to the stage from the back," she pointed out to Sora. "Here are the dressing rooms. So far our girls are Alotta, Bambi, Stephanie, and me. We all get our own seperate rooms. I think Mr. Ru will set you up in the empty one on the right; you can store you belongings and earnings here. But the communal room is where you'll be spending most of time, as it functions as the lounge, the costume closet, and the group mirror where we can help each other get ready. Come on, let me show you."
Tiffany opened the door to the communal room, and Sora was shocked with what he saw. The entire back wall of the room was covered in wigs. Long wigs, short wigs, curly wigs, wavy wigs, blonde wigs, brunette wigs, black wigs, red wigs, blue wigs; every kind of wig that he could possible was on that wall. Not only that, but in the corner of the room there were all kinds of dresses and costumes, the largest collection of feminine attire that Sora had ever seen. "Wow," he joked, still shocked at the collection before him. "Mr. Ru must be desperate to give the appearence that there are more than four girls performing here. Do you four dress up in multiple wigs and outfits, like you have multiple personas or something?"
"No, not really. We all only use one wig and one persona. The collection of wigs is for the newcomers who get to choose their new persona, like you."
"What do you mean, 'like me'? These are all female wigs and clothes; they couldn't be for me!"
"Yeah, actually, they are. This is a drag club, silly. Didn't Mr. Ru tell you that?"
Sora stood there dumbstruck. I signed up to be a perfomer at a drag club? No, this isn't possible!
"Heh, heh, funny joke Tiffany. If this is a drag club, why are you here?"
"Because I'm a guy, Mr. Know-It-All. Genitalia and everything."
This was simply too much for Sora. Tiffany is a man?!?!? This isn't a strip club; its a drag club?!?!? And I signed up for a year?!?!? Oh my god...
Hey Sora, you there? Wake up...
Sora opened his eyes and saw Tiffany standing over him. "You're awake," she smiled, relieved. "You passed out for a while there. I guess that all this information was a little too much to absorb at once. Sorry."
Sora got up from the ground and pinched himself. "Nope, not a dream," he observed with a wince of pain.
"I'm sorry this you had to learn everything this way, but its the truth," Tiffany said sympathetically. "You were going to find out anyways when I would have gotten you dressed up for the first time."
"So all the girls here...their really guys?"
"Yup. One hundred percent shemales or drag queens."
"Whoa...I never would have thought...what about Mr. Ru?"
"Used to be a drag queen himself back in the day. He still performs occasionally, but now he's content to help us improve our art and make us the best queens that we can be."
Sora shook his head. "Wow, I've really gotten myself into a mess this time. How am I going to tell the guys about this? There's no way I can tell them what kind of job I got- they'd disown me."
"Don't tell them everything. I won't tell if you don't tell them about my little secret. Just tell them that you got a high ranking position managing a club; they'll be extremely jealous of you!"
"I suppose that is a good idea," said Sora, smiling at Tiffany. "Thanks."
"No problem. That's what girlfriends are for." Sora winced at the comment. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sora, but you've got to get used to it. We are going to create your drag queen persona tonight, so you've got to get over the reality that when you are working here, you aren't Sora: you are...well, we can decide your stage name later. Let's get to work on your makeover."
Tiffany led Sora over to the wall of wigs. "First, let's select your wig. I'll let you pick one out, but give this some serious thought: this wig will define your entire persona, so I'd rather you'd be happy with your choice than miserable with something I am forced to pick for you."
Sora, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to do this, carefully scoured the wall. Finally, he pointed to a long, wavy blond wig with yellow tips. "That one."
"Excellent choice!" beamed Tiffany. "I actually was thinking that that wig would look perfect on you with your fair complexion. Sit down in the chair over there and we'll try it on you!"
Sora did as he was told and shivered as he felt the soft locks cascade down over his shoulders as the wig was secured on his head. "Perfect," Tiffany said. "Now, Sora, in the future you will be expected to do your own makeup, and although I will teach you, right now I am going to do the makeup for you so you can be surprised by your look. Alright?"
He nodded his approval and Tiffany went off like a shot, starting by adding foundation and blush. Although Sora couldn't see what Tiffany was doing, she could tell that she was using a lot of makeup, as his eyelids felt much heavier as she added eye shadow and his lips tastes strongly of lip gloss after Tiffany was finished spreading the creamy stuff over his lips. It kind of hurt to have his eyebrows tweezed and shaped and it was really strange to see the long false eyelashes fluttering in front of his vision when he blinked, but he still had no idea how he looked. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Sora, Tiffany announced that she was completed. "Now, Sora," she said, handing him a camera. "I am going to turn you around and show you the new you. It is a custom in this club for a new girl in drag for the first time to take a picture of herself so that the picture can be used in advertising and posters and what not. So find a sexy pose, and snap away girlfriend!"
With that last piece of information, Tiffany spun Sora around to face the mirror. What he saw absolutely shocked him. There was absolutely zero trace of his maleness anywhere; all that he saw in the mirror was a stunning, heavily made-up blonde with a camera in her hand. He stood up in shock, getting closer to the mirror to get a better look. Sora had thinly arched eyebrows that hovered above beautiful eyes accented by thick, feathery eyelashes. His eyelids were painted to perfection with mutliple shades of lavander, while his lips looked plump and inviting thanks to a stunning shade of pink lipstick, lip gloss, and the shocked little 'O' that his lips were forming. Slowly, but surely, he realized that he was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even better, he could control this beautiful woman. He made he strike numerous poses, each one more sexy and provocative than the next.
"Well, it looks like you're really getting into the persona," chuckled Tiffany as she watched her creation dance with herself in the mirror. "Have you decide on what name you want to give this persona?"
The woman in front of the mirror turned around flashed a dazzling smile. "Call me Serena. Serena Starz."
"Alright, Serena, now that you have taken your picture and seem more than satisfied with the makeup job, let's pick out a dress for you," Tiffany said, leading her new student over to the closet. After about 15 minutes of rummaging through the racks in the closet, Serena called out, "I've found it!" and raced off to her dressing room to change. Although Tiffany was a little worried that Serena chose something without consulting her first, it was her turn to be completely shocked at Serena's new appearance. Serena stepped out of the room in a stunning rainbow colored dress and matching rainbow heels. The shimmering dress perfectly matched her yellow tips and blond hair while additionally bringing out the pink in her lipstick and eyeshadow. Tiffany could practically see the femininity shining out from Serena in her new outfit. "Serena, you look fantastic!" she exclaimed. "I'm so glad that you begun to accept the new persona you have to take for this job!"
Serena smiled gratefully for the compliment. "I have you to thank for it. You see, I've never been really good at anything. I was never that smart, nor that big, nor that strong. I've been average at everything I do. But when I saw my image in the mirror after you dressed me up, I knew I could be something special as a drag queen. So I am going to work as hard as I can to be the most beautiful drag queen around and make sure that this club stays afloat. I will be doing something great in my life: I will be Serena Starz, the greatest drag queen at the most successful club in town.
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