How I Learned To Love Drag Part 4

It had been a long day of working.

From a morning script writing session for our version of the Survivor reality show to the afternoon in makeup and then shooting the pajama party skit, I had certainly earned my keep.

As I sat in the dressing room, May Cheung came over to give me a hand. Dressed in that amorphous blue smock, a long tan skirt and leather sandals, she looked absolutely delectable. It wasn't the clothes - it was her face. The kind of gorgeous visage you see on the cover of fashion magazines.

It wasn't hard for her to sense my interest in her.

"My oh my, don't you look scrumptious," said May in a breathy voice, as she gave me a gentle hug.

Again that exciting tingle shot through my body in response to her gentle touch.

When she stepped back, I examined the reflection in the mirror. Looking back at me was a pretty teenager. Framed by a pageboy 'do, my face had a fresh innocent angelic quality. The pink cotton nightie wasn't like Victoria's Secret lingerie, but it revealed enough of the shapely bust, slim waist, bubble butt and long shapely legs to look sexy. "Hey, I really do look convincing, don't I?"

"You do. But you'd better stop admiring yourself or you'll end up with an unladylike bulge in your nightie," she giggled.

"That would be embarrassing," I said, "although I could always claim that it was you who turned me on."

"Thank you . . . but you know, you really do have potential as a sexy female impersonator. Why I bet if we went to a lesbian nightclub, the girls would find you irresistible."

I laughed at that comment. "Yeah, until they found out my little secret. Or should I say big secret."

"Oh you guys," said May as she gave me a gentle slap on the upper arm. "You always claim to be well equipped. But remember, I'm the one who provided you with the gaff for this costume. You got the S/P size - for small/petit."

"Would you believe S/P for stupendous pecker?"