Day Two all done!

[triedunture]

4148 / 50000 words. 8% done!

Leon made his way to the performers' bathroom in the back and jiggled the handle. He knew from experience that the lock was dodgy and sometimes you could lock it in what you thought was a secure manner, but then two minutes later a gaggle of queens would be rushing in while you peed. This time, though, it was Leon who was doing in walk-in and it was Rosebud doing the peeing.

Sitting down.

Sure, she could have been a trans-lady. Leon knew some of the girls were, and it didn't bother him. And even some of the nine-to-fivers, the one that wanted to grow up to be actors, sometimes kept in character all night, crossing their legs when they sat down on the few chairs in the club that weren't turned upside-down on the tabletops during closing, when no one was around to see them still acting like women.

But Leon was almost certain that even the best specimens of male-to-female transsexuals didn't need to use tampons.

Rosebud paused, the plastic wrapper of the Tampax still between her perfect teeth, as if she were about to rip it open like an angry airplane passenger with an uncooperative bag of peanuts. They stared at each other for a moment before Leon slammed the door shut again.

"Sorry!" he shouted through the wood. "Fucking hell, I really am sorry."

"Occupied!" Rosebud squeaked belatedly.

"I know! I'm sorry!"

"Someone's in here, for Christ's sake," she continued.

"Yes, I know that now!"

"Go away! I'll be awhile, won't I?" Rosebud snapped. Leon heard the toilet flushing.

"I--I still need to pee," he hissed through the door.

The door swung open, revealing the perfectly pressed queen once more. Only a tinge of a blush showed any upset of her poise.

"You. Tell. Nobody," she said, blocking the doorway.

"Absolutely, whatever, just let me pee," Leon whined.

"Promise you won't tell," she pressed.

A sudden clanging gong of an idea sounded in Leon's head. "Promise to teach me how to be a queen," he riposted.

"No." She scrunched up her face like she'd swallowed a section of lemon. "Do you want to pee or not?"

"Do you want to keep your headliner spot?" Leon leaned in, nose-to-nose. She really was very tall. "Not many people want to see a girl dressed as a boy dressed as a girl. It's very tragic of you, very Orlando."

"Mixed metaphor. Orlando, like, actually transformed from man to woman. I think you mean it's very Victor/Victoria."

"I don't read a lot of books." Leon shifted to his right foot, bouncing impatiently. "About to pee all over our shoes here," he warned. "Just fucking teach me, will you?"

Rosebud moved aside after a moment of thought and Leon gratefully shoved into the tiny bathroom, shutting the door with the both of them inside, sighing with relief as he hiked up his dress and let loose into the toilet bowl.

"My name's Jane," Rosebud said with a dignified sniff. "Just plain Jane. How about you? What's your real name?"

"Leon." He turned to look over his shoulder at her. "Pardon me if I don't shake hands right now."

I had planned on watching the NYC marathon today, but eff it. I'm too tired to even watch other people be active. Nap? Nap. God I love daylight savings in the fall.