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My Boyfriend, The Petticoat Queen (Part 2) THE SPARKLE CLUB Suddenly the house lights dipped and the stage lights came on. The comp?re for the evening, a well-groomed man in a pink tuxedo, walked onto the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen of The Sparkle Club, it's the moment you've been waiting for. Please welcome to the stage, Queen Amanda!!" There was a huge cheer from the crowd as Amanda made her way onto the stage. Pausing briefly to greet the comp?re with a flamboyant air kiss, she then waved to the audience playfully as she walked to her starting position. She looked magnificent. She was wearing a long golden evening gown, dripping in sequins; it was tight around the bust and body but flared out into a gloriously layered skirt, and her gold strappy heels peeped out from beneath her dress as she walked. Her hair, now a gorgeous chocolate-cherry brunette colour, was up, held skilfully in place with a combination of pins and a sparkling tiara. Her make-up was perfect as always, a striking red lipstick and glittery eyeshadow. She looked absolutely stunning. The music started and six backing dancers joined her on stage. They were all well-built, very handsome men, shirtless in tight black pants that left very little to the imagination. "Let's go girls, come on!!" Amanda screamed joyfully as she began dancing around the stage in a well-rehearsed routine. The crowd went wild. "OH MY GOD!" Diane shouted, open-mouthed. She was rarely speechless, but right now I think she was pretty close. "I know, right?!" I giggled excitedly. "The best thing about being a woman, is the prerogative to have a little fun..." Amanda continued through her song, at one point being lifted completely off her feet by her half-naked dancers. She oozed style and confidence, her voice sounded incredible too. She already had the audience in the palm of her hand. "Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction, colour my hair, do what I dare..." "Oh, oh, oh, I want to be free yeah, to feel the way I feel...." "Man! I feel like a woman!" Diane and I were sat at the VIP table, centre stage, the best seats in the house. The majority of those who had seats were now stood up, with a large number having left their tables to congregate together in the large open space at the foot of the stage. Everyone was singing along, totally in awe of Amanda. "I get totally crazy, Can you feel it?" "Come, come, come on baby," "I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!!" Confetti fell from the ceiling as the song came to an end. Amanda's dancers came to a standstill and arranged themselves around her, dropping to their knees and bowing down to their Queen. The crowd cheered and clapped and Amanda giggled with delight. "Good evening!" Amanda waved excitedly at her audience, paying a little extra attention to those standing at the front. "That was incredible!" I shouted as I turned to Diane to gauge her reaction. She was clapping but less enthusiastically than everyone else. "You OK?!" I added. "Yeah!" She replied with a smile. Amanda then launched into her next song, 'I Am A Woman' by Peggy Lee. Her dancers jumped up and began their next choreographed routine. "Cause I'm a woman! A W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again" "Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, and that's all" Once again those who hadn't been standing throughout anyway, rose to their feet at the end of the song to applaud. There were shouts of 'We love you Amanda!' to which she responded with her usual girlie chuckle. "I love you too!" she added as she allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. "Well aren't you a beautiful audience tonight?! Almost as beautiful as my dancers! I don't know where we find them. Heaven I think!" The crowd cheered, they were hanging on her every word. The fact that she was now flirting with her dancers became all the more fitting when she launched into her third song, the Diana Ross classic 'Chain Reaction'. "Oh I love this one!" Diane was suddenly more animated. "Me too!" I replied. Both of us were now dancing. "I'm in the middle of a chain reaction," "You give me all the after midnight action." "I want to get you where I can let you make all that love to me..." "We talk about love, love, love." At the end of the song, Amanda dashed off stage while her dancers kept dancing as the music came back as a reprise. "Where's she gone?" Diane leaned over and asked me curiously. "You'll see..." I replied. We didn't have long to wait. No more than two minutes later Amanda re- appeared to gasps and cheers. She was no longer the golden diva, as if by magic she had transformed herself into a beautiful fairy-tale princess. She was wearing a full length Cinderella style baby blue prom dress with countless layers of petticoats underneath. She had long white silk gloves, a stunning silver necklace and matching drop earrings, and gorgeous silver strappy heels. Her hair was now down, with another glistening silver tiara on her head to complete her look. For a few moments she didn't say anything, she just stood still in the centre of the stage and took the applause as dozens of phones flashed as they took photographs. During this short time her dancers had disappeared off stage, although I'm sure not many had noticed. They returned wearing matching white shirts, black waistcoats and bowties, a classier look for the second half. All eyes were on Amanda though of course. Then, as the applause finally began to decline, she launched into her signature song, 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. "You can dance, you can jive," "Having the time of your life." "Ooh see that girl, watch that scene," "Dig in the Dancing Queen!" The crowd went crazy, everyone loved it. It was without doubt the perfect song for Amanda. The way she moved effortlessly and gracefully around the stage in her huge dress, occasionally taking the arm of one of her dancers, she was in her element. There was more confetti as the song came to and end, and more cheering and applause. "Thank you, you're all so kind! That's one of my most favourite songs. I always wanted to be the Dancing Queen, ever since I was a little... boy!" She giggled and the crowd did too. "And tonight I am! So thank you so much, it was a pleasure to sing it for you tonight. Ok, I want to sit down for the next one..." In a perfectly choreographed moment, Amanda turned around to see a large red velvet-lined throne being wheeled onto the stage by two assistants. They set it down in the very centre of the stage and disappeared quickly when done. Then two of her dancers took her by the hand and escorted her to her throne, helping her slowly and gracefully sit down, her large dress and petticoats puffing up delightfully around her. She took a moment to settle then looked back out towards the audience. "That's better!" She smiled. Her dancers then came and gathered around the throne in formation, some stood, some kneeled at her feet. There was no doubting that she was the Queen and they were her subjects. The music then started again and she sang her next song, 'What It Feels Like For a Girl' by Madonna. It was a little slower and more thought provoking lyrically than what had come before, but she sang it beautifully. "Do you know what it feels like for a girl?" "Do you know what it feels like in this world, for a girl?" The room erupted into applause once more when the song came to and end. Amanda then took the hand of one of her dancers and stood up from her throne, again turning her attention to those stood right at the front. They adored her, some were almost in tears. I imagined they were her most loyal fans, the ones who come to see her perform at every show, and then upload their pictures onto the fan club page the next day. "Well this has been fun, hasn't it?!" She took a deep breath. The crowd cheered. No one was quite ready for the show to end. "We should do this again sometime, don't you think?" Amanda added. The crowd cheered again, agreeing with her in unison. "Ok, this is my last song, but stick around afterwards, have another drink and come say hi, I'll be right over there sharing a cocktail with those two lovely ladies..." Amanda pointed in our direction and I briefly felt the eyes of the room on Diane and I. Thankfully it didn't last for long and the music started up. Amanda launched herself into one final song and the dancers began their final routine of the night. "Thank you all for coming. I'm Queen Amanda and this is The Shoop Shoop Song!" "Does he love me I want to know," "How can I tell if he loves me so." "Is it in his eyes?" "Oh No! You'll be deceived..." "Oh whoa it's in his kiss," "That's where it is!" Singing a Cher song was the perfect way to end the show. She was a gay icon and a fan favourite, but so it seemed Amanda was too. As she sang her final note, one last shower of confetti fell to the ground and she took her bow. There were kisses and hugs for all the dancers in turn and endless applause from the audience. Finally she left the stage and the house lights came up "So, what do you think?!" I turned to Diane, desperately hoping she had enjoyed herself. "Oh my god Stacey, that was AMAZING!" "I told you she was good!" "Yeah, but I had no idea she would be THAT good! I mean, that was incredible. It's one of the best shows I've ever seen!" Diane sat back down in her seat, breathless and almost speechless. She had been won over by seeing Amanda perform tonight, without a doubt. There was a buzz around the room after Amanda's performance. The house DJ began playing some easy-listening lounge music which was the perfect backdrop for people to start chatting and mingling. There was a lot going on around the room; half a dozen Drag Queens in big wigs and sparkly dresses were stood together and were complimenting each other on their fabulous outfits, a group of men in tight fitting shirts and skinny jeans were hugging and theatrically air kissing each other, and there were also a couple of different groups of women, possibly on hen nights or perhaps even just a regular Saturday night out, all of them dancing enthusiastically whilst clutching on to their handbags in one hand, champagne glasses in the other. This was the first time Diane and I had been to The Sparkle Club. Amanda had treated me to a run through of her performance at her flat a few days earlier, so I had an idea of how good a singer she was, but nothing could have prepared me for how spectacular the full stage show was going to be. She was at the very top of her game. Was I a little jealous when she flirted with her topless dancers? Of course I was. But it was just part of the act, I knew that. I absolutely adored Amanda. We had by this point been officially dating for six weeks and I was so excited that we were now in a relationship. A few minutes later there was an excitable cheer from those still stood at the front as a stage door opened and Amanda emerged. She had changed again, this time into a beautiful white vintage dress, with her trademark petticoats bouncing around underneath as she walked. She gave hugs and kisses to the other Drag Queens, and also many of the gay men who had been waiting for her to re-appear. Then after a couple of minutes chatting with her fans, she made her way over to the VIP area to where Diane and I were. "Hey you!" Amanda came straight to me and gave me a huge hug and a kiss. "You were incredible!" I replied excitedly. "Thank you!" Amanda smiled, kissing me again before taking a seat at the table next to me. "Hey Diane..." she added. "Hey Amanda... You were great!" Diane replied. "Not too gay for you I hope?!" Amanda quipped. "Oh that was the gayest thing I've ever seen... But I loved it!" Diane laughed. "Good to hear! Well I'm so glad you came." Amanda smiled and took a sip from a glass of water she had brought with her to the table. "Oh my god, that Cinderella dress!! You said you had something special planned for the second half... but wow!" I moved my chair closer to Amanda's and held her hand in mine underneath the table. "I know, right?! I've been planning the Dancing Queen routine for a while, and had that dress made especially, Lucia only finished it on Thursday." "Who's Lucia?" Diane asked. "She's my dressmaker!" Amanda replied. "You have your own dressmaker?!" Diane exclaimed. "I have several, but Lucia is my favourite. The dresses she's made for me over the years are just divine. They don't sell dresses like hers in the shops, that's for sure!" "We'll I'm definitely trying that one on tomorrow, I don't care what you say!" I laughed. "I'm sure that's the only reason you're with me... for my wardrobe!" Amanda joked. "It's not the only reason...." I winked as I leaned over and kissed Amanda again, giving her hand a squeeze under the table as I did so. We were then interrupted by someone approaching our table. I recognised him as one of the dancers from the show, he had changed now though and was wearing a bright purple shirt and smart black trousers. "Well isn't this a pretty picture?!" Not waiting for an invite, the man sat down in the spare chair on the other side of Amanda. "Oh, Cal...hi." Amanda turned to the man and gave him a slightly awkward hug. "Stacey, Diane, this is Calum. Cal, this is Stacey and Diane..." "Stacey, I've heard lots about you - finally a woman willing to take on the challenge of saving Aaron's love life!" Calum giggled to himself. "Yes, that's me..." I replied politely, not quite sure how serious Calum was with his comment, or what he meant by it exactly. "Calum is one of my dancers, we've been working together on and off for a few years now..." Amanda added. "Oh come on Aaron, I'm more to you than that, surely?" Calum uttered. "Ok... well we're good friends too," Amanda replied. "Well you're a very good dancer Calum!" Diane made a timely interruption. "Thank you Diane! Oh I like you..." Calum replied in an overly camp, flirtatious tone. "Cal, behave!" Amanda replied. A short period of awkward silence followed, broken when Diane and I left the table together to go to the bathroom. When we got back, Amanda and Calum were in deep discussion about something, but they cut short their conversation when they saw us sit back down. "Ok, well I'll leave you three ladies to it... well, two and a half ladies!" Calum laughed as he stood up from the table. "Nice to meet you Stacey and Diane. See you later... Amanda!" Calum left as quickly as he had appeared. Amanda had clearly been feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence for some reason and seemed relieved to see him go. The night was drawing to a close so Diane and I finished our drinks and Amanda dashed backstage to pick up her things. Still wearing her white dress but now with a big pink faux- fur coat over the top of it and carrying a white vintage handbag, we met her outside the entrance to the club and got into a waiting taxi. After first dropping Diane off at her house, we continued on to Amanda's flat where I was going to stay the night. It was late but with us both still on a high from the brilliant night we'd had, we were not quite ready for bed, so instead we collapsed onto the couch together, Amanda still in her white dress and petticoats, me in my much less impressive strappy blue dress. It was nice to finally be by ourselves. "So you had a fun night?" Amanda asked as she began stroking the back of my neck gently. "Really good, yeah. You were amazing!" I accompanied the compliment with a short kiss on Amanda's cheek. "Years of practice." She smiled. "Calum's an interesting guy though..." I added. "Why do you say that?" Amanda replied, slightly hesitantly. "He called you Aaron for starters. And he seemed a bit rude about you as he was leaving..." "Oh that's just the way he is. We've known each other a while, I guess he knows me better than some of the other people I work with. Although tonight was the first night he's danced for me for ages." "I see. So there's nothing else going on between you? He's not a rival Queen or anything? As from what I've heard you guys can get quite competitive sometimes..." "No, nothing like that. But...." Amanda paused. "But what?" "I'll be honest with you Stacey as I don't want to begin our relationship by having any secrets from you. Calum is my ex, we dated for six months, a couple of years ago." "Dated?!" I sat up on the couch, ending the close cuddle we had been sharing up until that point. "Yes. We met when he started dancing for me, we spent a lot of time together, and we got close. It was never going to work out though really, we were just too different as people. You've seen what he's like..." "So you date men as well as women then...?" I was afraid at what the answer was going to be, but I had to ask. "No, well not any more, not since Cal. After we broke up, I gave myself a bit of time to reflect, decide where I was going with my life. Then I began looking for my next relationship, but I wanted a serious relationship, someone to hopefully settle down with. Calum wasn't interested in any of that. I also knew that what I wanted was to be with a woman..." "I see. So why does he still dance for you then?!" "I didn't know he was still with the group when I asked them to be in my show, I thought he'd left. So when he showed up to rehearsal I was a bit shocked to see him, but we kept it professional." "I never knew you were into guys, I thought it was just part of your act..." "I'm not.... anymore. Yes I've been with guys before, and for a long time when I was younger I thought I might have been gay, but I'm not, I know that now. I am who I am and I've found comfort in that. I've been with women too and when I met you, well I knew I was on to a good thing. You have to trust me, you have nothing to worry about, I promise." "OK..." I wasn't completely convinced but I was tired and didn't want to think about it any more tonight. I forced a smile and leaned back over to restart our cuddle, Amanda began to gently stroke the back of my neck again. As nice as it felt, I couldn't shake off the thought of Aaron and Calum being together. THE NEXT DAY The next morning I awoke to Amanda gently stroking my neck and playing with my hair, it was a very pleasant way to wake up. Even in bed she was more glamorous than I was, her black silk nightdress beating my plain pink cotton pyjamas hands down. After several minutes of kissing and cuddling, we both decided we were ready for some breakfast. I had slept well and thankfully all negative thoughts about Amanda and Calum had now subsided. I trusted Amanda and had no reason to be suspicious of her, what she had done in the past was exactly that, the past. Still in our nightwear, but now also covered by matching pink silk robes (I didn't ask why she had two matching robes), Amanda buttered some toast, squeezed some orange juice and made some coffee. It was Sunday and we had no plans, other than to spend all day together. It was still fairly early so I was surprised when there was a knock at the door. Amanda left me at the kitchen table for a moment and then came back no more than two minutes later, she had a huge grin on her face. "Who was that?" I asked curiously. "Oh that was Miranda from The Sparkle Club, she was just dropping off my dresses, the ones I wore last night." "Wow, you have someone drive your dresses around for you?! You really are A-list!" I laughed. "I wouldn't go that far! But you saw the size of that Cinderella dress, you need a van to transport that thing about!" "True! There definitely wasn't room for it in the taxi," I added. "You still want to try it on later?" Amanda asked, she was now sat back down at the table with me. "Of course!" I replied excitedly. I couldn't wait to see the dress again, but this time close up. We finished our breakfast and then had quick showers to freshen up. Amanda was now wearing pink sweat pants and a plain grey t-shirt, the most boring outfit I had ever seen her wear, but she still looked amazing. Even without any make-up she still looked feminine, having her gorgeous long hair certainly helped. Before I could get dressed though, Amanda dragged me by the hand, wearing nothing but a towel and my robe, into her dressing room where last nights' dresses were now hanging up pride of place. "Oh my god!" I had come face to face with the Cinderella gown. "That's incredible. Look at the size of it!" I held my hand out to touch its delicate silky material. "It's deceptively heavy to wear, with all those layers..." "Well you have your throne to sit in when you get tired!" I joked. "You wanna try it on?!" Amanda encouraged, not that I needed much encouraging. "Yes but.... first let me see this one. Oh my god this one's amazing too!" I was now stood in front of the gold dress, the one Amanda had worn to open her show. It instantly grabbed my attention with its magnificent sparkling sequins, its long beautiful skirt and figure hugging body. Seeing it from a distance last night hadn't really done it true justice, up close the dress was absolutely stunning. "Always been a crowd favourite this one... My fans at the club demand a bit of sparkle from me, and that's what they get when I wear this..." "I want to try this one on first..." I uttered. "You sure? It'll turn you into a diva!" "Yes, absolutely! Transform me into the sparkling Queen you were last night!" I was so excited. "Very well!" Amanda giggled, she was clearly excited too. While Amanda took the dress down off the hanger and prepared it for me to put on, I quickly went back to the bedroom to put on my underwear. When I came back, she held the dress out in front of me and I carefully stepped into it. She pulled it up slowly and then began tugging at the fastenings and the lace ties, tightening the bodice around me until we reached a snug fit. The skirt was glorious and flared out at the bottom and I was suddenly well aware of my boobs, hips and bum, but in a good way. The dress was heavy due to the many layers of material and sewn on sequins, but it was an almost perfect fit and I immediately felt like a fabulous Queen. But Amanda wasn't finished. She disappeared into a cupboard for moment and returned with a big blonde bouffant wig. Tying my own hair back into a tight ponytail and hiding it under a wig cap, she put the wig onto my head and used a couple of pins to hold it in position. On top of my new hair, she added a tiara, the same one she had worn with the dress the night before. "Hmm hang on." She still wasn't quite done with me. Amanda then disappeared again briefly and brought back a large make up bag. She rummaged around in it for a second before taking out a few items to use. Still standing up, I closed my eyes as a swipe of glittery eye shadow was applied to each eyelid. Then a dust of blush was added to each cheek and finally a lush red lipstick was applied generously to my lips. Amanda then handed me two long gold dangling earrings which I put in myself, and finally she pushed a pair of strappy high heels in front of me to step into. She took my hand and led me over to a large floor length mirror in the corner of the room. "Well, what do you think?!" Amanda took a step back, my transformation was complete. "Oh my god!! I love it!" I was amazed. The dress looked absolutely stunning and the wig, slightly flamboyant as it was, made the perfect addition, as did the make up and accessories. In little over ten minutes I had been transformed from a girl in a towel to an magnificent Drag Queen. "Now you know what I go through every night... " "Yes I do!" I giggled, still admiring my reflection in the mirror. "Now I know how much fun you're having!" Suddenly there was another knock at the door. I turned to Amanda, hoping that this didn't signal the end of our dressing up session but she didn't seem too concerned by the interruption. "It's probably just Bill from security, he comes round on a Sunday sometimes to check on the flats, make sure everything's ok. I'll get rid of him." "Ok..." I smiled then turned back to the mirror. I still couldn't believe how good I looked as a Drag Queen, or how comfortable I was with the reflection I was seeing. Amanda then left the room and headed to the front door. I was blissfully unaware of who it was and what was about to happen. "Aaron!" An older woman with dyed red hair was standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?!" Amanda replied somewhat startled. "Do I need an invitation to come and visit you now? I called but you didn't answer, so I just came over anyway." "We were in the dressing room, I must have missed your call..." "We?!" The woman replied. "Yes, I have Stacey here." "Well you can introduce me then!" The woman was insistent. "Now's not a good time..." Amanda's attempt to make her change her mind would ultimately fail. "Nonsense! I've come all the way across town to see you..." The woman didn't wait for an invitation to come in and pushed past Amanda into the flat, immediately putting her handbag down on the floor by the couch. She then sat down and waited for Amanda to close the door and join her. Back in the dressing room I hadn't heard the conversation but I had heard the front door close. Presuming that Amanda had successfully dispatched Bill the security guard, I picked up the corner of my dress and confidently walked out into the living area, introducing myself as if I was walking on at The Sparkle Club. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Queen Stacey!!" My heart then dropped as I realised that Amanda wasn't alone. I saw the woman sat on the couch and then she saw me. Amanda then looked over at me and mouthed an apology. "Mum... this is Stacey. Stacey, this is my Mum!" I instantly blushed with embarrassment as I realised what my entrance into the room must have looked like. This was not the way I had wanted to meet Amanda's Mum for the first time, but there was nothing I could do about it now. Things were about to get more embarrassing for us all though as Amanda's Mum addressed me. "Oh, hello Stacey, nice to meet you. Aaron always said he'd never date another Drag Queen, but I always knew one day he would. You two must have so much in common..." Amanda and I fell silent. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thankfully she spoke next and tried her best to fix the situation. "Mum, Stacey isn't a Drag Queen! She was just trying on my dress for a bit of fun..." "Oh, I see! So you're all woman then Stacey?!" Amanda's Mum replied in a calm, almost dead-pan fashion. I nodded. "Mum, don't say it like that! Stacey is a woman, yes. And she's my girlfriend." "Well I do apologise Stacey. It's just quite difficult to tell sometimes, with all the people Aaron spends time with nowadays, you never quite know...." "Oh it's fine..." I muttered. Ideally the floor would have swallowed me up there and then, but I knew I had to stay and ride out the awkwardness. "I'll make some tea!" Thankfully Amanda quickly changed the subject and I shuffled over to the couch to sit down next to her Mum. The three of us sat down together and drank tea. I wanted to change out of the dress but knew I wouldn't be able to take it off on my own. So I remained dressed as a Drag Queen for the duration, which didn't do much for convincing Amanda's Mum I wasn't actually a Drag Queen. I got the impression that despite what Amanda and I had claimed, she still wasn't 100% sure. An hour or so later, Amanda's Mum left and it was just the two of us again. Amanda apologised for the unexpected visit but I told her it was fine. As embarrassing as it has been to begin with, it was nice to finally meet her Mum. Next I knew I would have to introduce Amanda to my own parents, but that could wait for another day. We went back to the dressing room where I changed out of the gold dress and, after being convinced we weren't expecting any further visitors in the afternoon, I swapped it for the Cinderella dress. Seeking a more natural look this time, I took off the wig and wiped off the glittery make-up. Once fastened into the dress I shuffled my way through to the living area again and collapsed onto the couch, the huge dress spreading out across pretty the majority of it. Amanda then joined me and was instantly consumed by the large skirt when she sat next to me. "How do you like this one?!" Amanda asked. She had now changed out of her sweatpants into a much nicer floral skirt. "I love it. I feel like an actual princess!" I giggled. "That's the idea!" "I can't imagine doing you Dancing Queen routine in it though..." "Well that's the tricky bit!" She laughed. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I tried to now sound more serious. "Sure, anything." "Why does you Mum call you Aaron? Does she not accept you as Amanda?" "Oh she does but... she's just a bit traditional I guess. It took her a long time to understand the lifestyle I lead, she is supportive of what I do, but she still sees it as just a job that I do. I'm an only child too so she likes to think she still has a son I guess, so I don't mind what she calls me." "Well if you want to see traditional parenting, wait until you meet my Mum and Dad!" I added. "Oh!" Amanda laughed, slightly awkwardly. "Has she ever seen one of your shows?" I asked, now very intrigued about Amanda's Mum. "Yeah, a couple of times. I think that's why she got a bit confused when you were dressed like that... I'm sure we'll laugh about that one day not today though..." "I'm glad I met her though, I just wish it had been a bit different. She probably went away thinking I'm actually a man..." "Nah, you're boobs look too realistic!" Amanda joked. "Yours looked pretty real last night too by the way..." I laughed. "Just think, if she'd arrived half an hour earlier she would have seen you in a towel!" "True!" I replied. I then went quiet for a second before taking Amanda by the hand and leaning in for a kiss. This simple task was more challenging than it should have been, due to the many layers of princess dress seemingly between us, but it was a fun moment. "What was that for?" "Just because." I smiled. "Hey, I know I go on all the time about how much I adore Amanda and love spending time with her, and it's true, I really do. But I do like Aaron too by the way, he is also a lot of fun. So let's not forget about him. You should just be whoever you want to be, wear whatever you want to wear and I'll call you whatever you want to be called. It's all fine with me. Boy or girl, I love you either way..." There was a brief moment of silence as Amanda reviewed what I had just said. "You love me?!" She giggled. "I do, yes! I love both of you, all of you. I love everything about you!' "Well I love you too, Stacey!" Amanda wrapped her hands around me and pulled me closer to her. She planted a kiss on my lips and then we both collapsed back onto the couch. Lying together in a huge sea of delightful white petticoats and blue silky dress fabric, she continued to kiss me and hold me tight. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. I was so in love with this woman, this man, this person. There was no one else in the world I would rather be with. I also loved how wearing this beautiful princess dress made me feel, wearing the gold dress earlier had given me the same wonderful feeling too. I had been mesmerized by my transformation and I had loved how I looked when stood in front of the mirror. And despite the embarrassing moment with Amanda's Mum, walking out into the open, wearing the dress, the wig, the make-up and all the accessories, had given me butterflies. I closed my eyes and imagined myself stood on stage at The Sparkle Club in front of hundreds of adoring fans, wearing this beautiful dress, singing The Shoop Shoop Song. I imagined myself as a glamorous Drag Queen and a tingle of excitement shot down my spine. "You ok?" Amanda asked, she had felt my tingle too. "Yes, quite ok!" I smiled and closed my eyes again. TO BE CONTINUED