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My Boyfriend, The Petticoat Queen (Part 1) FIRST DATE Checking my reflection one final time in my compact mirror, I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair. It was far from perfect, the wind had put paid to that, but it would do. I got my phone out of my bag so I could check the time. I was fashionably late, but only slightly. I put it back, took a deep breath and entered the bar. Thankfully it wasn't too busy, there was just a gentle hum of conversation and background music filling the relatively large room. I looked around for my date but couldn't immediately see him. We had never met before but I had seen his profile picture on the dating app, so I was sure I would be able to recognise him. Feeling slightly awkward standing on my own by the door, I contemplated getting myself a drink, but then I heard someone calling out my name. "Stacey, over here!" It was Aaron, the man I had come to meet. He was sat in the corner at probably the best table in the place. He had already bought us drinks, a Pina Colada which he had clearly been sipping himself, and an untouched Cosmopolitan, my favourite cocktail, waiting for me at the seat opposite. He stood up and waited for me to make my way to the table, offering a hug and a rather camp air kiss, which made me giggle and instantly set my nerves to rest. Aaron was a good looking guy, even more so in real life compared to his profile picture. Only slightly taller than me, the first thing I noticed was his beautiful hair. It was golden brown, long with a slight curl to it, very well looked after. The majority of girls I knew would be jealous of his hair, including myself. His skin was smooth and his eyebrows looked well plucked. He clearly took pride in his appearance, a quality I liked in a man for sure. He was wearing a plain black shirt, to me it looked expensive, and minimal jewellery, just a plain silver wrist watch. His smile was engaging and friendly, I immediately felt at ease in his company. "You look great, I LOVE your dress!" Aaron spoke first. "Aww thank you. You don't look too bad yourself!" I took off my light jacket, revealing my figure hugging short red dress in all its glory. I smiled politely as I then took my first sip of my drink. "This is the first time I've done anything like this, a blind date I mean. Although we're not totally blind I guess. It was nice to get to know you a bit on the app, but there's nothing like meeting for real in person." "Oh yeah totally. I was chatting to one guy on the app and he just wouldn't arrange to meet me, no matter how many hints I dropped that I was ready to. So I just moved on, wasn't gonna wait forever for him to ask me out! I'm really glad you wanted to meet me." "So am I." Aaron smiled. "It's really nice in here, d'ya know I've never been in before." "I have once, although not for long. It was a hen party and we didn't stay more than twenty minutes in any of the places that night if I remember rightly. The plan was to have one drink in every bar in town!" "Sounds like quite a night!" "Oh it was!" I giggled. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Stacey!" "And you!" I took another sip of my drink, things were going well so far. "That is your favourite, right? Cosmopolitan." "It is yes, how did you know?!" I asked curiously. "You mentioned it on your profile I think!" "Ah yes, more than likely. I obviously don't have anything more interesting to talk about on there other than the alcoholic drinks I like!" "I'm sure that's not true!" "We'll see." I laughed. "I seem to remember your profile catching my eye anyway, must have been that picture you put up." "Oh that old mug shot? It's terrible, I look like I'm about to be questioned by the police or something!" "Nah, you look great. I love your hair by the way, although I'm sure you get lots of people saying that to you!" "Well yeah, occasionally! It requires a lot of upkeep, I'm always at the salon getting it done, but it's worth it I reckon." "Totally!" I took another big sip of my drink. "How's your drink?" Aaron asked. "Amazing. How's yours?!" "Really good. I love a Pina Colada, especially when it comes with a little umbrella on the side like this one does!" he chuckled. "So what do you do with your time? Like what's your job? You didn't mention that at all on your profile and I don't think we discussed it when we were texting." I readjusted my position on my chair and put my drink to one side for a moment, so I could fully concentrate on the conversation. "No, well I tend not to mention it straight away, don't want to scare people off before they've had a chance to get to know me!" "Oh, now I'm intrigued! What is it? Do you work for the government or something? Is it top secret?!" "Haha no, nothing like that," Aaron replied. "What do you do then?" I was suddenly very curious. "I guess you could call me an entertainer. I regularly perform on stage, singing, dancing, occasionally a bit of acting. I do loads of other stuff too, I have some regular gigs, I host events, make special guest appearances, and I do a bit of modelling too which is a lot of fun." "A model and singer?! Amazing!" I was seriously impressed. "Well yes, singing is just a small part of it." "What songs do you sing?" "Oh that usually depends on the theme of the show, but I do classic hits, some modern songs, show tunes... I host a karaoke night twice a month too so I then I tend to just go with the requests of the crowd." "I see. Where do you perform? Where is your regular gig?" I asked curiously. "Well, I work one or two nights a week at The Sparkle Club, usually on the weekend. I'm their regular headline act." "The Sparkle Club?" I asked, sounding slightly confused. "Yes, do you know it?" "Yes, well I've heard of it, but never been in... Isn't it a gay club?!" "It is, yes!" Aaron smiled, slightly awkwardly. "Oh, ok. Fair enough. Wherever you're wanted I guess. Whatever pays the bills." "Indeed," Aaron replied, not quite knowing where to go with the conversation next. "I'm a bit surprised though," I added. "About what?" "Just a place like The Sparkle Club, you'd expect them to have a headline act who was a bit more... flamboyant maybe, no offence!" "None taken." Aaron laughed. "I mean, I'm sure you're very good at what you do..." Aaron carried on giggling to himself. "What's funny?" I asked. "Oh nothing. It's just that..." "What?!" "I AM flamboyant. I'm a Drag Queen!" Aaron added some flamboyance to his announcement by dramatically tipping his head back and flicking his hair. "Oh, my god... really?!" I was stunned by the revelation. Feeling like I may have embarrassed myself with my line of questioning about Aaron's job, I could feel my face beginning to burn up slightly. "Yes, really!" "And that's your job?" I knew it was a dumb question, but it was all I could think of at that moment. "It's my job, yes!" "Wow. So you make a living out of dressing as a woman?!" "Pretty much!" Aaron laughed. "I'm shocked..." "I can tell!" Aaron now appeared to be much more relaxed, even if I wasn't. "Sorry... I mean..." My mouth was getting dry so I took another sip of my drink. "It's fine. It's not what you were expecting, I get it. It's always a surprise when I tell people what I do." "I just presumed all Drag Queens were...." "Gay?!" "Well, yeah. Not wanting to be stereotypical or anything..." "It's fine, most Queens are. I just like to be different I guess!" "So what's your Queen name?" I was now over the initial shock and had a list of questions I wanted to ask. "Well, for a long time I've been known as Amanda Huggenkiss. I've tried to move away from that name a little recently though, but I still use it when I'm in a drag competition or something like that." "A man da hug and kiss.... oh my god, that's brilliant! I love it!" I couldn't help but giggle at the name. "Thanks. It was fun being Amanda Huggenkiss, but now people either know me as Queen Amanda, or for some of my work I'm just Amanda. I've also been given a nickname which goes on some of the posters, The Petticoat Queen, due to my love of vintage dresses and petticoats." "You know I have like a thousand questions I want to ask you..." "It's fine, most people do. You can ask me anything you like, but only as long as we can talk about you too." "I mean, you certainly have the hair for it. But I still never would have guessed...." "Tell me about your job." Aaron smiled, he had almost finished his cocktail. "I work in a bank..." "You don't look the type to work in a bank..." Aaron joked. "Well, I'm full of surprises too!" I laughed. "Another drink?" "Sure, same again please!" Aaron stood up and walked over to the bar and I watched him closely until he was out of sight behind a pillar. I still couldn't quite believe what he had just told me, but he had certainly made me curious to find out more. He was a very good looking guy, totally my type, and he had already made me laugh more times in twenty minutes than anyone else had managed in the past six months. But I wasn't sure what to think of him now I knew what he did for a living. He returned a few minutes later with our second round of cocktails. "So, tell me about mortgages..." He smiled. THE NEXT DAY It was Saturday and I was awoken just after 9am by my phone ringing. I could feel the warmth of the sun leaking through the curtains, I knew once I opened my eyes I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. But the phone kept ringing so reluctantly, I picked it up. "Hello?" I answered groggily. "So, how did it go?!" "Diane, hey." "Tell me everything! Is he as handsome as he is in his photo? Where did he take you? Did he take you home? Oh my god, you're at his place now, aren't you?!" "Diane, calm down. No I'm not at his place, it was only a first date. But we had a nice time, I really enjoyed it. And yes he is very handsome in real life..." "Amazing! You gonna see him again?!" "Yes, we're going out again next Friday." "Finally Stacey! I told you this would be the one, it's about time you had a bit of luck finding a man!" "Well its early days so I'm not getting too excited. I like Aaron, but he's... different." "Different, how?" "Oh he just is. Like no other guy I've met before." "Wow, get you! I'm chuffed for you Stacey, I really am. So, tell me more, did you find out what he does as a job?" "Yes, he told me what he does." I paused and took a deep breath, knowing I was bound to get a reaction. "He's a Drag Queen!" There was a long silence before Diane replied. "Sorry Stacey, for a moment there I thought I'd heard you say he's a Drag Queen..." "I did say that!" I laughed. "So he's gay then?! Why on earth is he taking you out on a date?!" "He's not gay!" I maintained. "Oh come on, of course he is. He's a Drag Queen. You really do choose them, don't you Stacey?!" "I know it's a little different, but I think it's kinda fun...." I didn't sound sure. "Come on Stacey, you don't seem convinced yourself, how are you going to convince me?" "It's taking a bit of time to get my head around it, I admit." "That can't be his only job, surely?" Diane continued. "It is yes, he's a professional Queen. He works a couple of nights a week at The Sparkle Club, as well as private bookings, promotional events, he does some modelling too." "Have you seen him yet? I mean, as a woman?" "No, not yet. He was reluctant to tell me about his job to begin with as he knew then it would be all we would talk about once he did. Obviously I was shocked when he told me and I then had a lot of questions, but we spent a lot of time talking about me too." "Talking about banking?!" "Well, yeah." I laughed. I knew my friend was taking the piss, but I didn't care. "So what's his Queen name?" Diane asked. "Amanda Huggenkiss," I replied. "Amanda what?" "Amanda Huggenkiss. Do you get it? A man da hug and kiss..." "That's so gay!" "He's also sometimes known as The Petticoat Queen..." I added. "Even more gay!!" "Diane, come on. I think its fun. I'm seeing him again and I'd really like your support please." "Of course hun, I'm sorry, I'm only teasing. Just promise me one thing..." "What's that?" "When you're with him, try to keep your knickers on." "Why?" "Because the second you take them off, he'll probably steal them!" "Diane!!" I wanted to be annoyed with her, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Right, I gotta go, chat to ya later Stacey!" "See ya," I put the phone down and rolled over in bed. I closed my eyes in the hope of being able to get back to sleep, but I was now far too awake. SECOND DATE Exactly a week after our first date, I met Aaron for our second. I was wearing my favourite little black dress and was excited to see him again. This time he took me to a restaurant he assured me did the best Italian food in town. And he wasn't lying, the food was outstanding, and so was the company. We chatted like we had known each other much longer than we actually had, and he seemed genuinely interested when I told him all about me, even though others would have found it dull and boring. He constantly made me giggle, I couldn't stop smiling. I found myself starting to really like him, but at the back of my mind was the Drag Queen thing, I still wasn't' sure what I thought about it. Smartly dress in a dark blue shirt and black pants, Aaron acted like the perfect gentleman all evening, and despite my protests he insisted on paying for our meal. After we had finished eating, not wanting to end the night so quickly, we headed to the bar area for drinks. It was at this point that I finally brought up the topic I had been shying away from mentioning during the evening so far. I didn't want it to become the elephant in the room and there was still so much I wanted to know about Aaron's life as a Drag Queen. "So when am I going to meet her?!" I exclaimed. "Meet who?" Aaron played dumb but I'm sure he knew who I was referring to. "Amanda, The Petticoat Queen!" I replied, almost certainly loud enough for others in the bar to have heard. "Oh." Aaron laughed. "I'm not sure you're ready for that yet." "Course I am! Aaron, I hope I haven't been reading this wrong, but I've really enjoyed getting to know you these past two weeks..." "So have I!" Aaron interrupted. "... and I'd very much like to see you again after tonight..." I continued. "And I'd like to see you again too!" Aaron smiled. "So for that reason, I'd say I'm ready to meet Amanda! You can at least show me a picture. Don't make me Google you!" "Oh god, don't do that, seriously!" Aaron laughed, slightly awkwardly. "Show me a pic then!" I demanded, playfully. "Ok, ok..." Aaron took out his phone and pulled up a picture. "Here you go, this was taken last year..." Aaron passed over his phone. On the screen was a glamourous Drag Queen wearing a long mermaid style dark blue gown with sequins. She was wearing high heels, long pink silk gloves and had a blue feather boa around her shoulders. Her hair was long, bouncy and blonde, and her make-up was colourful, but without being too over the top. Where she was standing suggested the photo had been taken at a photoshoot, rather than on stage or during a performance. "Wow, you look great, I love the dress..." I took a good look at the picture before handing the phone back. If I was honest, I was a little underwhelmed, although I didn't know why. "Thanks. That's just one side of it I guess. That's my classic Queen look, the sequins and feather boas. That's the kind of thing a lot of people expect when they book me for a show or whatever." "But you'd rather be in something else?" "Yes, well the sequins and feather boas are fun but... well there's a lot more to me than that. I'll show you properly sometime." "Can't wait!" I forced a smile. "So I haven't scared you off then?" Aaron asked, slightly worryingly. "Not yet..." I winked. "Good. You're doing well!" Aaron stood up from the seats we had recently taken to. "Let me get you a drink." "Ok, if you insist!" I sat back and watched as he walked over to the bar. THE NEXT DAY It was Saturday morning and just as seven days previously, my phone rang loudly just after 9am and woke me up. I knew who it would be, even before I answered. "Tell me everything!" An excitable Diane was almost shouting down the phone. "Diane... so nice of you to call me early on a Saturday, again." There was a strong hint of sarcasm in my response. "Well if you keep going out on Friday night, you'll keep getting a phone call on Saturday morning!" "I guess so..." I cleared my throat. "So, how did it go?!" "Oh it was good. The food was really nice and we stayed in the bar for a couple of hours afterwards...." "Good? Is that all it was?" "Ok, it was better than good. We had a fun night, we had a long chat, got to know each other more." "Do you fancy him?!" "I'm not sure. He's really great and he genuinely makes me laugh but..." "But he's a woman!" Diane blurted out. "Diane, don't say that. He's not a woman, he's the perfect gent. He didn't let me pay for anything all night, then he walked me home afterwards." "Did you invite him in?" "I did, but he declined. He said he has a lot on this weekend so needed to get home for some sleep." "I see. So no goodbye snog then?!" "Well, actually we did a little bit..." "Really? Wow. How was it?!" "It was fine." "Just fine?" "Yeah, was just a kiss. Didn't feel a spark or anything, not sure if it was the alcohol or I was tired or what." "Maybe there just wasn't meant to be one?" "Yeah, maybe." "You gonna see him again?" "Yeah, next Friday. I'm starting to think we might be better off as just friends. He's great company but, I'm not sure there's anything more than that. And if there wasn't a spark when we kissed..." "Because he's gay...." "Diane, he's not gay!" "Ok, ok... he just spends most of his time dressed as a woman..." "Well, yes, I guess so." "And you're ok with that?" "I'm not sure." "Have you seen her yet? Amanda what's she called..." "Amanda Huggenkiss... yes, he showed me a picture." "And?" "And he looks like a regular Drag Queen." "A regular Drag Queen?" "Yeah, I mean he's good at it, he was wearing a blue dress covered in sequins, a feather boa, high heels - but I don't know, from what he'd told me, I was expecting a little more than that if I'm honest." "It's probably a good thing though." "How do you mean?" "Well, he could have looked absolutely incredible as a woman, more attractive than you do. Then it might have been an issue, what girl wants to date a guy better looking than she is? But now you know what he does and he's just a regular Queen, you can separate the two sides of him, what he does for work, and who he is when he's on a date with you. I mean he's probably got a huge following of gay men wanting a hug and a kiss from him, but at least he doesn't have a huge following of straight men wanting that too..." "Yeah, I think you're right. I have to admit, as curious I was to see what he looked like as Amanda, part of me was worried about how far he was prepared to take it all. So when I saw the picture, I was kinda pleased that he didn't look that amazing. He's a performer after all, it's just his job." "Exactly! Right, I gotta go Stacey, enjoy the rest of your day. See ya later!" And with that, Diane hung up. There was no chance of me getting any more sleep, so instead I got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. In her own unique way, my straight-to-the-point best friend had set my mind at ease about Aaron, and indeed about Amanda. I was prepared to give him one more chance to see if we could find a spark, otherwise I would suggest we could just be friends instead. Despite my doubts, I did enjoy spending time with him, so I couldn't wait to see him again the following Friday. THIRD DATE For our third date we had agreed to meet at Carrington's cocktail bar, one of my favourite places to go on a night out. Aaron claimed he had never been there before, which I found hard to believe, as everyone I knew went to Carrington's. But it gave me an additional reason to suggest we go there, so I wasn't complaining. Tonight my outfit was very 'Sandy from Grease', I was wearing a red strappy top, tight black pants and my favourite heels. I'd made extra effort with my hair too, curling it and pinning it back. I looked pretty hot if I could say so myself. As was now my tradition, I arrived a few minutes after the agreed time of 8pm, Aaron had text me to say he was already there and sat at a table in the corner. I was fully aware of the layout of the bar, as I had been there many times. Walking through the door I couldn't immediately see Aaron, despite the place being relatively quiet for a Friday night. Amongst others there was a group of lads, all wearing shirts, smart shoes and dark jeans standing at the bar waiting to be served, a smartly dressed young couple, presumably on a date, staring deep into each other's eyes whilst sharing drinks at a table by the window, and there was a glamorous looking brunette woman wearing a green dress sat by herself in the corner. There was no sign of Aaron though. I looked around again at each person in the bar, including those in the private seating area round the side, and I still couldn't see Aaron. Perhaps he had gone to the toilet. I checked my phone, no further messages from him. I began to feel awkward standing on my own so headed over to an empty table to wait for him. I was just about to sit down when the glamorous brunette stood up from her table in the corner and approached me. "Stacey, hi!" She said enthusiastically. "Erm, hi..." I turned to face the woman. How the hell did she know my name?! "I have a table in the corner!" She smiled, and gestured back over to where she had come from. "Sorry, I'm here to meet someone but I don't think he's here yet..." I looked around nervously, desperately hoping Aaron would suddenly appear. "Oh, Aaron couldn't make it tonight..." the woman replied with another friendly smile. Then my heart skipped a beat as I suddenly realised who the woman was. I recognised that smile, I had seen it before. And her beautiful dark green eyes, and her gorgeous hair... "Oh my god.... Amanda?!' "Yes!" Amanda giggled excitedly and executed a well-rehearsed curtsey. She looked incredible. She was wearing a vintage style emerald green halter neck dress, it fell just below the knee and had crisp white petticoats peeping out from underneath. She also had on a short-sleeve white cardigan, two buttons fastened to emphasise her bust, which had appeared from nowhere it seemed. She was wearing seemed stockings, cute Mary-Jane heeled shoes and was holding a small black vintage handbag. Her hair was long and curly and held back neatly with a matching green hairband. Her nails were painted classic red and her make up looked simply perfect. A sparkly silver earring dangled gracefully from each ear and a matching bracelet hung off her left wrist. I was in shock, but somehow I made it over to the table and we both sat down. "You said you wanted to meet Amanda so.... here I am!" "I know but....I didn't recognise you. You look absolutely stunning." "Well I've had plenty of practice!" "Yeah, but so have I. I've been a woman for thirty years and I can't... you're just...." "You don't mind do you? Sorry if it's a bit of a surprise, I was thinking about telling you beforehand but..." "Oh it's a surprise alright!" I took a deep breath. "I need a drink!" "Sorry, I didn't know what to get you..." "It's fine." I forced a smile as I stood up from the table and quickly made my way over to the bar. I hoped no one else had seen my reaction to meeting Amanda and the embarrassment that seemingly followed, although they almost certainly had done. I bought myself a Cosmopolitan and took it back to the table. "You look fantastic by the way!" Amanda told me. She was sitting crossed legged, foot gently rocking back and forth and her petticoats still peeping out from underneath her dress. She looked effortlessly feminine, I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Thanks. I kinda feel second best at the moment though..." I replied. "I thought as you'd seen my picture the other day, you might like to meet the other side of Amanda." "The side of Amanda where you look absolutely gorgeous as a woman?!" I quipped. "Well, yeah..." Amanda laughed but she sounded uncomfortable. There was definitely now a little awkwardness between us, and for the very first time during any of our dates, neither of us knew what to say next. Our drinks were going down fast and I really wasn't sure how the night was going to pan out from here on. I decided to break the ice again and ask a question. "So, how long have you been doing this exactly?" "I was about twelve when I started trying on my Mum's dresses in secret, thirteen when she first caught me doing it. By sixteen I was experimenting with make-up and in my early twenties I was going out to the gay clubs every weekend in drag. For a while Amanda was a part time thing, but then five years ago I gave up my office job and became a full time Queen. It's always been a bit of an obsession, but I try not to let it take over my life, I mean I have a life as Aaron too, as I hoped to show you that by asking you out on our first date, and not introducing Amanda right away." "I see." I was still struggling. Everything he told me was perfectly feasible but there were still a lot of unknowns about the life Aaron lead. "And how did your past girlfriends cope with the whole Drag Queen thing?" "Well there's not been many to be honest. I know for a lot of people it's not something they feel comfortable being involved with, which is fair enough. But I've had a couple of relationships where it's worked well for a while." "And you're comfortable being involved with the whole gay scene? I mean, everyone must presume you're gay, so for someone who isn't, that must be difficult." I wasn't quite sure where I was going with my line of questioning, or if I was going to like the answer. "Well it's something I've done for a long time as I say, so I'm used to it. I'm totally comfortable with who I am, which certainly helps. I've built up a large fan base, of gay and straight people. I see myself as an artist, and dressing as a woman is my art. The fact that people quite like what I do, it makes the hard work all worthwhile. Someone even set up a fan club for me recently...." "Wow, ok." I took a sip of my drink. All I could think about were Diane's words. Could I be a woman who dated a guy who was more attractive than I was? I was becoming stressed and felt a hot flush coming on. The noise in the room suddenly sounded much louder and I was struggling to concentrate. I decided I couldn't stay any longer, I had to leave. "I'm so sorry, I have to go." I stood up and grabbed my purse. "Stacey, no don't go..." Amanda stood up and pleaded with me. "I'm sorry." I turned and quickly headed for the exit. I was almost crying. I felt terrible walking out like that. It wasn't fair on Amanda, but I had to leave. I just couldn't cope with the situation. I flagged down a taxi and went straight home. It was barely past 10pm when I got into bed. I was so embarrassed, so ashamed of myself. I knew Diane would call me in the morning and ask me all about it and I'd have to try and explain. But I was struggling to explain it to myself, how could I possibly explain it to her? I turned my phone off and cried myself to sleep. THE NEXT DAY I woke just after 9am, more through habit than through intervention this time. I turned my phone on and saw a missed call from Diane and a text message from Aaron asking simply if we could talk. I didn't want to ignore him, but I wasn't quite ready to face the fallout from last night just yet. I had a quick shower and then went downstairs to sit down in front of the television. I planned on doing absolutely nothing all day, but soon curiosity got the better of me and I reached for my laptop. It didn't take me long to find the Amanda Huggenkiss fan club page on the internet and I was stunned to see it had well over a thousand members. I was immediately faced with a treasure trove of photographs, each accompanied by comments from Amanda's adoring fans. Sorted into categories, the photos showcased each side of Amanda's Drag Queen personality, some were professionally taken, others had been taken by her fans at the shows and events she had been at. There were ten categories, amongst them was a section dedicated to her work at The Sparkle Club, another for her professional modelling, and another for her appearances at various Pride events. There was even a dedicated section for pictures of her wearing wedding dresses, something she seemed to have done on several occasions. Each photograph left me open mouthed and speechless. The dresses she was wearing were exquisite, in every conceivable style and colour, I found myself quite jealous. She looked so comfortable on stage and in front of the camera, and while in some photos she appeared as the over the top Drag Queen no doubt expected by many of her fans at The Sparkle Club or at Pride, in others she appeared as a very beautiful woman, just as she had done at the bar last night. These photos were a thousand times better than the one she had shown me on her phone, which made me wonder why she had shown me such a poor representation of herself when she had all these fantastic pictures available? The comments were so complimentary and seemed to have been posted by a range of people - women, men, gay and straight. I didn't know what to think. I had unwittingly entered a world I scarcely knew existed. Diane rang me again but I ignored the call then texted her to say I'd catch up with her later. I was contemplating calling Aaron, or at least texting him, but I didn't yet know what I wanted to say. Soon after he beat me to it and texted me again, asking if we could talk. I replied that I was busy but instantly regretted dismissing him again so easily. I just didn't know how to fix the situation. It got to early afternoon and I finally decided that I had to do something, I had to see Aaron and confront my feelings of how I felt about Amanda. If I didn't do this now, I would be seriously jeopardising any hope of further friendship with him, let alone a romantic relationship, although I was pretty sure by now, due to my behaviour, that ship had sailed. I quickly got dressed and left the house. While I hadn't been to Aaron's flat before, he had told me roughly where it was so my plan was to talk to him there. I had to see him face to face and I had to apologise for last night. It took about fifteen minutes but following first my instinct and then the GPS on my phone, I made it to his apartment complex. His was number four, I remembered him telling me - four was my lucky number so I wasn't going to forget that. The main gate to the complex was open and I quickly found his flat along the corridor. I paused for a moment then knocked loudly on the door. I had to wait what seemed like forever, but eventually I heard movement inside and then the door opened. "Stacey!!" "Hi Aaron... oh..." I gasped as a surge of electricity tingled up my spine. I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach - the spark I had been hoping for when I had kissed him last week had suddenly arrived. Except it wasn't Aaron who answered the door, it was Amanda. She was wearing a long pink maxi dress and a simple white shawl over her shoulders. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail but still looked fantastic. She was wearing make-up and her perfume smelt beautifully soft and feminine. "I didn't know you were coming, otherwise I would have..." Amanda was clearly surprised to see me standing in her doorway. "No, it's fine," I interrupted. "You look amazing, like you always do." "Do you want to come in?" "That's why I'm here!" I joked. Amanda stepped aside and showed me into her flat. It opened out into a large living space and kitchen, with further rooms along a corridor. It was extremely neat and tidy, with artwork hanging from a couple of the walls and a pleasant floral smell drifting across the room courtesy of a scented candle. I took a seat on the large couch, Amanda followed me a few seconds later and sat down next to me. "I'm so sorry about last night," Amanda began. "Don't be silly, I'm the one who should be apologising, I was the one who walked out and left you at the bar." "Yes, but it was because of me you did it. I should have asked you if you wanted me to go as Amanda, it was too soon for you to see all that. And now here you are the day after and you're having to see it all again..." "It's fine, honestly it is." "So what happened last night then?" "I was just surprised, when I saw you dressed like that, I wasn't expecting it. And my friend Diane had said something last week which kinda stuck in my head. But then I was thinking about everything this morning and I started to realise something. And then when you opened the door just then, it all became a lot clearer." "What did?" Amanda replied, curiously. "I like you," I announced. "I like you too..." "I mean I really like you.... Amanda." "Oh..." "Last night I got freaked out by the prospect of dating a guy who was clearly more attractive than I was. You looked absolutely incredible, you really did. And this morning I looked at your fan club page and saw the photos of you on there, and just... wow." "I don't know what to say..." "Just hear me out..." I insisted. "OK." "Spending time with Aaron was fun, but it was like catching up with an old school friend. But meeting Amanda, and seeing how amazingly comfortable and confident you are when you are her, it was so exciting. I know my reaction last night didn't show that, I was just so confused. But since you told me you are a Drag Queen, I've thought about nothing else. And then when I saw it with my own eyes last night... and seeing you again today, it gave me butterflies. I can't stop thinking about you. I've fallen for you. I've fallen for Amanda. I want to have a relationship, with her." "Wow... I don't know what to say," Amanda muttered, clearly struggling for words. "Don't say anything just stand up." I giggled. "Huh?" "Stand up, and close your eyes," I insisted. First ensuring that Amanda had closed her eyes as requested, I took her hands in mine. I then paused for a second before leaning in for a kiss. Amanda smiled as she realised what was happening, we kissed again and soon we had our arms around each other. A tingle shot down my spine once again, another incredible spark. Amanda felt it too. "Oh my..." Amanda still couldn't find the words. "I know, right?!" I giggled as we collapsed back onto the couch together. "I honestly thought after last night you would never want to see me again." "I know I handled it badly, but... I'm like that sometimes. Typical woman, I'm sure you understand! We'll go back to that bar sometime, so we can finish our cocktails." "I understand." Amanda giggled in her usual way. "And I do quite like that place. In fact after you left, a group of lads came over and offered to buy me drinks. I was tempted but..." "What?!" I sounded more dramatic than I really was. "But I politely declined. Lads like that, not my type. I mean half of them were wearing shoes without socks, how disgusting is that?!" "Oh god yeah, I hate that." We both giggled as we held each other's hands. "Who is your type then?!" I added. "You!" Amanda kissed me again. "So you gonna give me the grand tour or what? I'm guessing one of these rooms is crammed full of all your amazing dresses?!" "Oh absolutely! You're going to love it. I'll show you my petticoat cupboard too..." "You have a petticoat cupboard?!" "Hell yeah! They don't call me the Petticoat Queen for nothing!" TO BE CONTINUED