Femininomenon

It would at least be a night to remember for him.

He couldn't help but smile as he slipped in the backdoor of the club, waving at the security guard who always stood by the door. He couldn't help but shift and move in place as he stepped into the dressing room. There were people in all states of dress, cushions laid about, a slight smell of burnt plastic in the air. Magical.

"Baby! So glad you made it, this is your night! Our Brilliant daughter!" It was Mama Patty, one of the older queens. Stiles nodded, hand tight on the strap as everyone started clapping and snapping, congratulating. He couldn't help but smile as kisses were pressed into his forehead and pats on his back were given.

"I um, I have a special thing tonight. Crown and all. Dunno when I'll be able to be back." Stiles explained and sat his bag down on one of the vanities, opening it to grab the cheap little crown in his hands.

He felt nervous. This was ridiculous. He was an adult playing dress up. It was just a thought that made his smile fall, it happened sometimes.

"Oh that's beautiful, perfect for our very own princess. I see something else new in there?" One of the other 'mothers' said and placed the tiara on Stiles's head. She was a thousand feet tall, looked like a queen from a movie, dripping gold and silk from her perfect midnight skin. She was perfected in a way Stiles never hoped to be. An idol. And she was always so nice.

"My dress, It's kinda slutty, not gonna lie" Stiles said jokingly as he picked up the barely fabric. He held it up. It was such a stark contrast against his flannel and jeans. The other girls hooped and whooped at it and Stiles shook his head, feeling his face heat up. It felt a kitchen towel in his hands, impossible to cover anything at all.

"I just wanted to really go for it tonight. It is my night after all." Stiles finally said, smiles and nods around the room, and then the first performer was being called to stage.

He sat down and went through the steps, dress, moving like liquid gold, face, dark winged eyeliner with golden shadow and crimson glittering lips and perfect jaw and smoother neck, hair, loose and wild, shoes, a little tight with his socks on but pretty perfect, crown, small but glittering like it was made of stars.

He was standing in front of the mirror staring at himself. The hair, the makeup, everything. It felt so right but looked like a marked up ken doll in his eyes. He kinda just wanted to wash it all off and go home but then he'd just feel... empty. He jumped a bit when the door opened behind him.

There was another guy walking up behind him. Mama Moses, a queen who managed the bar. She was older than anyone else, and she wasn't even in her drag. Just clasped her tan hands on Stile's shoulders, looking into his eyes in the mirror.

"It's who you are, Stiles. You don't have to just be a guy, you can be beautiful. We can all see how happy you are when you're like this. It's our art, our history, ourselves. Life gets away from us, love, college, houses, pets, friends, exes, lovers, adventure, you never know where you'll end up. Burn up the floor tonight, just one last time, at least. Just so you don't regret not, later in life. Trust me, regret something more fun." She said and Stiles sniffed and grabbed a tissue to dab away his tears.

He couldn't help but smile. It was who he was. It was just skin deep but it... it was different than playing video games or lacrosse. It was something he had by himself. He made it all by himself. Himself and his family here.

"Crazy to think I came here with a sundress and sneakers, huh?" Stiles finally said and stood up, giving the elder a twirl. She whistled low and smiled when Stiles tilted his head up to look at her.

"Steal the show, Miss Step. Show them who's our Honor Roll Girl." With a kiss to his head Stiles was walking to get on the stage.

The curtain was black, heavy, and the only thing keeping him from the stage. He could nearly feel the shift in himself. He wasn't walking the halls with his guy friends trying to woo over Lydia or seem cool. He was Missy, fun, free, freak, raw and unfiltered.