PunkPrince
Elder Member
Cherie slipped the bra off, the breast forms leaving her chest with it, revealing her heavily tattooed chest and leaving her only in the shorts. She had finished removing her makeup at this point, and stood examining the obviously male reflection in the mirror before laughing. "I hate having to shave for this. I look like I'm fifteen when I shave." She pulled a tank top from the chair and quickly slid it over her head, likely to hide the scars that littered her body.
She didn't acknowledge them most of the time, but everyone knew that they were either from years of abuse by her father or people at school–she had not been well liked–or self harming. It was part of the reason she was covered in tattoos. They helped hide the scars, and now most of them were only visible when you looked hard. Apart from the ones on her back that weren't covered, the result of being hit with the buckle end of a belt.
"You could do a bearded queen thing," Tommy suggested. "Just do what Milk did when she had a mustache and put glitter in it."
Cherie laughed and shrugged. "Maybe," she said. "I really don't want to have to shave again tomorrow but I got put in charge of hosting. Not sure whose bright idea that was. It's always a bad idea to put me in charge of things."
Kenny laughed and Jupiter was the next to speak. They were now sprawled across a chair in the corner of the room, but they looked up as Cherie finished speaking. "Do you think your dad would come tomorrow?" they asked. "To watch?"
Kenny shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't seem to want to come this time. I doubt he'll come tomorrow. I'll have to ask him." Of course he had no intention of mentioning that he would be in drag this time, not while he was at home by himself.
She didn't acknowledge them most of the time, but everyone knew that they were either from years of abuse by her father or people at school–she had not been well liked–or self harming. It was part of the reason she was covered in tattoos. They helped hide the scars, and now most of them were only visible when you looked hard. Apart from the ones on her back that weren't covered, the result of being hit with the buckle end of a belt.
"You could do a bearded queen thing," Tommy suggested. "Just do what Milk did when she had a mustache and put glitter in it."
Cherie laughed and shrugged. "Maybe," she said. "I really don't want to have to shave again tomorrow but I got put in charge of hosting. Not sure whose bright idea that was. It's always a bad idea to put me in charge of things."
Kenny laughed and Jupiter was the next to speak. They were now sprawled across a chair in the corner of the room, but they looked up as Cherie finished speaking. "Do you think your dad would come tomorrow?" they asked. "To watch?"
Kenny shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't seem to want to come this time. I doubt he'll come tomorrow. I'll have to ask him." Of course he had no intention of mentioning that he would be in drag this time, not while he was at home by himself.
