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"She's gorgeous", Frank thought to himself as he stared at this astonishing woman whom had just entered the doorway. Her human nature is what had really drawn Frank in. The unkempt hair, mismatched socks, imperfect makeup with eyeshadow a pale blue and eyeliner that matched her hair, the skirt with holes in it — leaving peeks of skin to show through. 

"How do I look guys?", squeaked out Gerard — interrupting Frank's train of thought and bringing him back into reality.

He had completely forgot that him and the rest of the guys were playing truth or dare; in which, Ray dared Gerard to do a full drag get-up. His memory had been a little hazy after that last drink, maybe he had had one too many. Whatever, it was just a small party with his friends after all.

"You look incredible", blurts Ray — possibly speaking as his thoughts came to him as he blushes slightly as soon as the words leave his mouth.

"Yeah you really pull it off, Gee!", says Mikey, as he'd always been supportive of his brother through these types of moments.

"Y'know what, you guys should call me Christina! Like my own drag stage name or whatever"

"Well, you do look a lot like Christina Ricci", says Mikey as the others nod in agreement.

This woman was doing things to Frank, things he never thought were possible for him to feel towards someone. How could he be this attracted to his friend in a stupid skirt? She wasn't just Gerard though, no — Christina was fiery, brave, and bold even. Gerard was hardly any of those, even if he tried his hardest.

Frank looks over at Ray and notices that his is entranced by Christina as well, a type of entranced that he knew he was feeling as well. A sense of awe mixed with self confliction.

As Ray and Frank walk home, slightly too drunk, from the Way household — Frank cannot help but ask;

"How did you feel about the whole "Christina" thing back there?"

"To be honest, I think Gerard really needs to start wearing more girl's clothing!"

"I mean yeah — I'm just talking more so about how she made you feel"

"Uh, well I definitely felt something back there — but that's just the shit Gee does, and I doubt he'd do that on the regular"

Once he arrives home, Frank tosses and turns with the image of that plaid fabric strewn across Gerard —er Christina's legs. Her jet black hair, clip on pearl earrings, the way her band tee is clearly too big but still manages to curve every inch of Gerard's her figure. Even her scent was that of angels, or more so what he had imagined angels to smell like when he was a young boy in catholic school. This was where he was strictly taught all about God and the path he had planned for them all. Even if Frank had denounced these idiotic morals, he couldn't help but still feel a deep sense of shame for his lifestyle choices. Despite this shame, he tries to push through and sort out these feelings he's got. Had he truly fallen in love with his band mate by him simply dressing up?

"Fuck."

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Gee

hey..

i need to talk to you soon

aw man, don't tell me you got arrested for shoplifting again?

i don't have that kind of money to keep bailing you out

no no no!!! i'm working on getting better at my shoplifting skills lol

but i'm serious — i really had something weird happen last night at the party.

wanna meet up at the mall and talk?

uhh sure!! i honestly hardly remember last night — definitely had too much to drink

He sits there staring at his phone — mind racing. Why didn't he wait to fully break down all his thoughts and understand them clearer? "God — I'm gonna fuck this all up!", Frank thinks as tears begin to perch themselves on his eyes before they dampen his dirty sheets. His eyes dart from the sheets to a photo of him and Gee he had placed on his dresser, which just so happens to sit next to a fresh pack of marlboros he had just purchased yesterday.

A quick smoke should calm his nerves, he shouldn't be this terrified at the thought of meeting one of his best friends.

breathe in, breathe out — yeah. That's better.

He gets into his little shit box of a car and puts out his cigarette on the dashboard as he turns up his favorite misfits song. Music should take his mind off the stress, it always does. 

He parks in the back of the lot — not like anyone would want to steal anything from it any how. But he enjoys the brisk walk he can get in before what he thinks will be the death of him in skinny jeans. 

There he is. It's Gerard. Of course those remnants of Christina remain but, it's not her.

It's not Christina.

Gerard perks up once he notices Frank, as before he just looked like a shy little mouse amongst a sea of people. A cheery expression takes over his face as he jogs over to his friend.

"Ha! Almost didn't see you there Frankie!!"

"Uh yeah, sorry I'm late"

"It's no big deal. But you look pretty bothered, are you alright?"

His face turns a bright red and he begins to shake as tears begin to form again, "I mean I've just been having these terrible confusing thoughts lately — like I think I'm gay"

"Aww Frank, you know I'll always support you and whatever shit you get up to!! Screw those catholics for teaching you that it's wrong!!!", Gerard shouts a little too loud as a couple families turn and stare as they pass by.

"Oops! Well I want you to know that I love you dude"

"Yeah, I love you too Gee", Frank says as his mind begins trailing off to thoughts of that beautiful woman again. Her curves, her butt, and her bulge being images that have left themselves engrained in his mind.

Maybe he wasn't gay — I mean Christina was a woman after all. But a man dressed as a woman.

He lights another cigarette to take his mind off of this all again.

"I hope I don't use up this whole pack before I even tell him the truth"

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Christina was lingering in his mind, she danced and danced for him as he lie — unable to fall asleep as he was so very entranced by her.

Eventually, his mind wandered to — er, other thoughts and eventually Christina was giving Frank a personal strip-tease as Frank's cock began to rush with blood. He did have a habit of thinking with his cock rather than his mind, sometimes it seemed to be smarter than he truly was.

He reached into his plaid boxers and grabbed out his now raging boner

Plaid. That was the pattern on Christy's skirt. The skirt that was now nowhere to be seen as she now flaunted a matching black bra and thong set — one that he'd seen at the mall when he met up with Gerard.

With his eyes shut, he imagined it was the woman of his dreams pleasing him in all the right ways. He studied her curves and how the thong accentuated her chubbiness, which he enjoyed — enjoyed very much. He imagined how her body would move as he teased her prostate with his cock, although his wasn't of massive size. How she would shake back and forth, faster, faster, and faster until —

He'd splatter his sheets with cum. Cum he released over his best friend. Oh God — he was perverted. 

He wept. Wept as he felt disgusting. Wept for how Gee would look at him for what he had just done. Wept for how he didn't admit his feelings. Wept for all the other queer moments in his past that he had shrugged off. He was a fag, and he wasn't going to see heaven any longer.

Gee

i'm so sorry that i didn't say this at the mall. i meant to but it just wouldn't come out.

when you dressed as "Christina", i think i truly was obsessed and it really changed how i saw you.

do you think you could dress up as her again for me? I just want to see something for myself.

oh damn dude, that's alright! i totally forgot that i even created my own drag persona at that party lol

but i mean it wouldn't hurt for me to try it on again — plus i like feeling at least a little fierce once in a while.