I wasn’t going to go to prom alone. No way. Not with the outfit I’d got planned. I felt like I was coming out all over again – because even though we’d been dating for a few months, I still hadn’t allowed Karl to see the real me – the one that loved mini skirts and tight tank tops and dresses and high heels and fabulous wigs and make-up. It wasn’t that I didn’t think he’d like it, Karl loved me and he’d love that about me too, I was sure. No, I was just concerned about the way other people would perceive him for dating someone like me.
I didn’t feel as if I’d been born in the wrong body or anything – I knew exactly what my dick was for, I just sometimes felt like a girl and I loved to look like a girl... Dad said I was probably what was referred to as gender-fluid and said I was unique and beautiful for it and had encouraged me to be myself, assuring me that Karl would love me no matter what. Well, prom would be the moment of truth, I guess...
As far as I was concerned, I was going to go on the arm of my beautiful boyfriend and nothing and no one was going to stop me. And if things went to plan, Karl’s parents wouldn’t have a clue he was going with a guy, anyway...
No one at school had ever met my alter-ego, Delilah, before. She’d never been let loose on the general public. She was entirely unknown.
I’d discovered RuPaul’s Drag Race when I was twelve and I’d avidly watched every episode of it. I followed loads of the queens on Instagram. I’d watched everything from how to apply make-up and how to make my hair as realistic as possible, to tucking. I was pretty good at the hair and make-up. I didn’t do the tucking much, since I wasn’t performing or anything but I knew how to do it and I’d practiced enough to know that I could do it, if I wanted to.
“What’s up?”
Karl looked up from where he was nursing a cup of tea in the Year 11’s common room all alone, “Nothing.” He mumbled, “Just not really looking forward to Prom, that’s all.”
I smiled, “I am.” I said, sashaying over to him and planting myself down in his lap. Well, there was no one around to see us, “I can’t wait.”
He slipped his arms around me but he was still frowning, “How the hell can you be looking forward to it?” He asked incredulously, “It’s not like we can go together.”
I smiled and leaned in to him, kissing him lightly on the end of his nose, “Of course we’re going together.” I said, feeling slightly surprised by his attitude.
“Don’t be so stupid.” Karl snarled, “I’ve told you what the olds are like.”
I blinked. Surely, he wasn’t giving up that easily? “Trust me, we totally can.” I assured him.
Karl shook his head, “My parents will flip if I take a guy to prom. You know that. You know I’ve never been able to tell them about us.”
I nodded, grinning all over my face, “Just tell them you’re going with a girl, then. Tell them her name is Delilah and that she’s more woman than any other guy will ever be able to handle...”
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