*above picture is of Frankie's dress*

Gerard kept telling himself he wouldn't go back to the club, and even if he did, it would only be for a drink, and not to see her, but that was exactly where he found himself on the night of her next performance, perched on his usual barstool and trying his hardest not to drool as she took the stage.

This club was more of a theater than a bar, with nightly performances ranging from poetry readings to new bands trying to find their footing somewhere, to the famous drag queen night that was now Gerard's favorite. Gerard had always liked this club, even before he had discovered Frankie's existence, but now that he had, he was here weekly instead of every now and then.

He hadn't missed one of her performances yet, and even though he had work in the morning, and he would probably end up regretting this tomorrow when he was drifting off at his desk, Gerard knew if he had stayed home, he would be up all night bemoaning the fact that he hadn't gone to the club to see Frankie.

When the lights dimmed slightly, Gerard leaned forward on his seat eagerly until he was in danger of toppling off the stool, but he didn't care. He was desperate for his first glimpse of Frankie, a week had been too long without her gorgeous visage gracing his eyes, and even though Gerard realized how weird that sounded, he was past the point of caring.

Gerard felt his breath catch in his chest when she walked into the spotlight, everything else around him faded out, and the entire world was composed of Frankie. She swayed up to the microphone confidently, rocking her six inch heels and tight slinky dress better than any biological woman Gerard had ever met.

Frankie was stunning - no other adjective could describe her better, and if Gerard met her on the street, he would definitely have thought that she was a biological woman. She just looked so feminine, even though he knew most of that was because of the padding and makeup.

Her dress was black tonight, covered in soft sequins that shimmered every time she moved, and her neon purple pumps stood out brightly against the otherwise dark ensemble. Her makeup was flawless - as always, her winged eyeliner and painted lips drawing attention to her best features. Her wig was long and full, black in color - like usual, but it was styled more elegantly than Gerard had ever seen it before, and he felt his brain shortening out at her beauty.

If Gerard had to pick his favorite thing about Frankie though, it would be her tattoos; the full sleeves and neck pieces should have made her look more masculine and ruined the illusion, but it didn't. Gerard could lose himself in her ink, and he ached to know what was hidden underneath the thin dress, because he would bet good money that there was more body art under the silky material, but he would never find out.

The first chords of the song Frankie was performing began to play, and Gerard recognized it instantly; it was Yesterday by The Beatles, which was one of Gerard's favorite songs, but Frankie could literally just stand there and mumble into the microphone and Gerard would be enthralled.

Frankie wasn't as theatrical as some of the performances that were hosted at this club, but she had a very loyal following, and even though Gerard enjoyed some of the more showy acts, Frankie would always be his favorite.

Gerard wasn't sure why he had such a fascination with Frankie, but he did, and it was quickly turning into an obsession instead of simply mild interest. She was just so perfect, and Gerard honestly didn't know if he wanted to sleep with her, or be her.

Gerard had never thought a drag queen would be his type, but from the first moment he had laid eyes on Frankie when his friends had forced him to go bar hopping with them for some reason or another, Gerard had fallen head over heels, and his infatuation had only grown with time.

Gerard was slightly confused by his intense attraction to Frankie, because she was beautiful, but Gerard was gay, or at least - he thought he was, and even though she was a male, Gerard had never seen her as such, and it was the woman that had drawn him in, or maybe it was just Frankie's confident aura, the way she wasn't afraid to go out in drag and sing her heart out.

Gerard was aching to see what she looked like when she wasn't on stage, and he wondered if she still wore women's clothing in her day to day life, or if she chose to go out as a boy when she wasn't performing. He wanted to find out if his heart still started beating out of his chest when he saw her as a boy, and if she was even more beautiful in real life than she was on stage.

Gerard knew a little bit about drag queens, thanks to some internet research brought on by his new obsession with Frankie. Some of them truly wanted to be female, but some didn't, some just liked to perform while looking pretty, but unfortunately, Gerard had no idea which category Frankie fell under.

Most of them were gay, which gave Gerard some hope when it came to his chances with her, but not all of them, and what if Frankie really wanted to be a woman? Gerard wasn't sure how he would feel about that, not that he had anything against transgender people, but because he did like boys, even though Frankie made a beautiful girl.

Gerard really hoped Frankie liked males, and her body, because even though he would respect her and her choices no matter what, he wanted her - him - whatever, and he was confused enough already about what he liked without trying to figure out if Frankie was happy as she was.

None of this really mattered though, because Gerard was never going to get the guts to approach her, which meant she would never know how badly he wanted her, and it made all of his musing about her sexuality and gender irrelevant.

Still, Frankie was really fucking with Gerard's head; he had only just come to terms with his sexuality, even though apparently his friends had known he was gay for ages, and now he was beginning to think maybe he was bisexual after all if just the sight of Frankie had him in this state, but no...he was pretty sure he was gay - he liked dicks at least, that much he was certain about.

Gerard had experimented a lot when he moved out, and he had quickly found out that sex with girls wasn't something he was into - at all, but now Frankie was throwing everything Gerard thought he knew out the window.

Honestly, if Frankie had been a real girl, Gerard may have been intrigued with her, he might even want to befriend her, but he wouldn't want to fuck her - or rather, be fucked by her. Gerard was pretty much the biggest bottom in the world, and even though he had topped once or twice, receiving was definitely his forte.

But Frankie had a dick, and it was the fact that a boy could dress up and look so stunning that had Gerard truly infatuated with Frankie, because he wanted to do that, or at least, he thought he did. Gerard was one confused motherfucker, but he knew one thing for sure - he really wanted Frankie.

Frankie was even messing with his love life; Gerard just couldn't seem to muster up a hint of interest in anyone else that wasn't her, and he had turned down everyone who had asked him out because he was so damn caught up on someone that didn't even know he existed.

Gerard just couldn't get Frankie out of his head; her extravagant makeup, her raspy voice, the way she swayed around the stage with an ethereal grace that Gerard could only dream of emulating.

But Frankie was a hundred light years out of Gerard's league, and she would never even look twice at an awkward loser like Gerard who had only recently come out of the closest, and who was now struggling with his own desire to wear woman's clothing.

Gerard wondered what it would feel like to be up there, to have the lights shining in his face, to be dolled up in a slinky dress and singing his heart out to an appreciative audience, but Gerard was a coward, and even though he had tried on some of Lindsey's skirts in the privacy of his own room, he would never have the guts to actually go out in public dressed like a woman, no matter how much the thought excited him.

Gerard had no idea what his strange urges meant, and if maybe he was struggling with his own gender identity, but he thought he was cis. He didn't hate his body, well, not all the time, and he didn't secretly wish for boobs, but normal people didn't want to dress up in drag - right?

Poor Gerard was just overwhelmed, because until four years ago, he had lived with his overly conservative parents, and he never even knew people could be born in the wrong gender, much less what it was called until recently. Hell - he never even realized he was gay until he had branched out with his sexual partners, because Gerard had been raised to believe that he was going to grow up, and marry a woman, and have kids - any other option wasn't worth discussing.

But Gerard had never wanted that life, and even though he wouldn't be opposed to the idea of settling down eventually, he wanted to see the world, he wanted to explore, and actually live before he shacked up with someone, and maybe actually discover who he liked and what he was interested in along the way. He thought he had it all figured out when he realized that gay sex was better than a fresh donut, but now he wasn't so sure.

Frankie was making him rethink everything, and even though Gerard was relieved that he was finally free from his oppressive parents, trying to sift through what was going on in his fucked up head was really hard on his own, and Gerard sort of missed the ease of his old life, but definitely not the rest of it.

Because Gerard had never been a happy teenager, and even though he had tried his hardest to act like everyone expected him to, he never quite fit in. He didn't like girls, he didn't even like people in general, and even though he could now put titles to all his oddities, Gerard wasn't truly content yet, just a bit more knowledgeable.

Now Gerard had discovered that he liked dicks, and he wasn't some unlovable weirdo, he just had extreme social anxiety coupled with low self-esteem, but he was still struggling with his interest in woman's clothing, and his obsession with Frankie wasn't helping clear his head any.

Lindsey had tried her best to help Gerard sort himself out; she was the one who had pushed him into hooking up with a guy when he kept bemoaning the fact that he didn't like women, which was something Gerard would never have been brave enough to try on his own, and she was always willing to help Gerard out when he had questions or concerns with something, but she didn't understand why he couldn't get over Frankie.

She had told Gerard he needed to forget about her, and it would probably be much easier to try and maintain a relationship with someone his own age, and not a drag queen, especially since Gerard had never had an actual boyfriend before, but of course, Gerard's brain had other ideas.

Every Wednesday night Gerard came back here to watch Frankie perform, even though he was basically torturing himself with visions of what would never be. Gerard imagined that Frankie was performing just for him, and once she was done, she would sashay over to Gerard's side and he would finally get to kiss those plump lips that haunted his dreams.

But as previously mentioned, Gerard was a coward, and there was no way he would ever be able to approach Frankie, much less ask her out. Even the thought had his stomach roiling with nerves, and Gerard did his best to stop thinking and simply enjoy the rest of Frankie's set.

The song was almost over, and Frankie's voice was resonating across the small club as she threw herself into the music passionately. She always performed alone for some reason, even though most of the other drag queens came out in much larger groups, but Gerard definitely wasn't complaining.

The last notes of the song faded away along with Frankie's voice, and Gerard threw himself to his feet, applauding loudly along with the other patrons of the club, and even though it was probably just Gerard's imagination, he swore that Frankie winked at him before waving to the crowd and exiting the stage.

Hey, so new story - oops lol.

I did not plan on this at all, I was just trying to write a drag queen one-shot for my lovely grandchild, and then when I got about six thousand words in and they hadn't even kissed yet, I figured I might as well make this its own book.

This isn't going to be very long, maybe five or six chapters at the most, and the chapter lengths will probably be shorter than my usual books too, so don't expect a full length story or anything.

This entire book is dedicated to dangergays, because she is determined to bring the drag queen AU to the world, and she was the one who asked for this in the first place. Also, she gave me a lot of information on drag queens, because I know literally nothing about them, so if something is glaringly wrong here, please point it out.

Also, if I say anything that someone takes offense to (which I really hope doesn't happen) especially relating to gender identity and all that, I am just trying to convey how confused Gerard is by the whole thing, not insult anybody, so if he says something ignorant or incorrect, it is meant to be that way.

So yeah - hopefully you guys like this, and hopefully I don't die because I started another book even though I already have five going right now.

<3 starr