How I Learned To Love Drag Part 8

When we stopped shooting to break for lunch, I hurried off to visit the men's room. Or rather, the washroom in my dressing room.

Walking into the spacious dressing room area, I could see that Daniel and Sean were still hard at work. Daniel, with brush in hand, was styling an auburn wig. It was long and curly and looked like it needed taming. May was busy altering a dress. Very few of the off the rack dresses fit the guys in the show properly.

"Hey Sean, how did it go?" asked Daniel.

"Didn't you see it?"

"Sorry, but no," replied Daniel. "May and I were getting things together for tomorrow's shoot."

"It went very well. But you know Aaron, he still wants to do a few more takes this afternoon. He's such a perfectionist."

"Yes," nodded Daniel in agreement. "Retake after retake."

"Hey Sean, would you like to join us for lunch?" asked May.

"I'd love to, May, but as you can see, I'm not dressed for it," I said. The blue sweater, white blouse, long dark skirt and leather boots were definitely out of season.

"Oh come on," urged Daniel. "You're wearing exactly what Meg Ryan wore in the restaurant."

I laughed. "Good point," I said. "But I really don't think I should go out in drag."

"Why not?" insisted Daniel. "You've got to eat sometime. And Dave will be joining us. He'll still be in his Billy Crystal hair, makeup and clothing. Why don't you come along?"

I paused for a moment. I was wearing girl's clothing and I looked exactly like Meg Ryan. Were they nuts? Probably. But I needed to get to know my co-workers a little better. May Cheung in particular. It would have been bad manners to turn down May's invitation since we had had our first date five days ago.

My daring nature got the better of me. "Okay. You convinced me. But we have to be back in one hour."

"No problem," insisted Daniel.