Drag Caffe

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Yes. Gilbert knew he was different. Ever since he was little, he wanted to put makeup on, and a nice skirt and blouse, and work his stuff. But, he knew he couldn't.

Until he found the world of drag.

As soon as Gilbert got into it, his discomforts of the real world melted, going into his female persona, Maria vonChique. As soon as he put that wig and dress and his makeup on, he felt comfortable with himself.

For once, he felt good.

His brother, on the other hand, didn't understand it. Gilbert had tried to explain a thousand times over that he wasn't trans, and yet he felt good in nice clothes. He had thoroughly given up on trying to convince Ludwig that it wasn't a major change in his life. That it was just a hobby that he felt good doing. The Western German just waved him off, telling him he didn't support him, but wouldn't stop him from what he wanted to do with his life. That he was a big boy and he could do whatever he wanted with his body. At this point, he would take anything, fully committing himself to drag.

A few months went by, Gilbert moved away from his brother and to a small town in Quebec, Canada. The drag scene was just growing in Canada, and Gilbert would be damned if he wasn't there to see it through.

He had moved himself into a small apartment, just big enough for him and his pet bird to live comfortably. There was a grocery store a few blocks away, and his job provided him with more than enough money and time to actually shop around for the good stuff. There was even a coffee shoppe around the corner from where he lived. He could smell the freshly brewed liquid every morning as he got up, making his day start off to a good start. He had been in a few times, not a thing catching his eye.

Until today, that is.

Gilbert woke up at the usual time, 6:30. He started his usual routine, getting dressed in a German Soccer sweatshirt, blue jeans, and his white sneakers. He walked down to the coffee shoppe, walking in with his usual smile.

"Hallo," he called out, walking to the counter, seeing a new face. The new face had two deep blue, shiny orbs, flowing golden waves draping a perfectly almond shaped face. "Oh, you must be new."

The man nodded, smiling to Gilbert, his voice tinged with a soft French accent, an ever present smile presented to the other, his teeth perfectly white. All of this made Gilbert's heart race, blood rushing to his face, making his pale cheeks dust over with a pink colour. "That's right. It's my first day. But, you must be Gilbert." He chuckled softly, making the albino's pale face flush even more. "Everyone talks about you. You sound like you come in here a lot." He kept the smile, tilting his head a bit, those golden curls hitting his cheeks. "My name's Matthew."