Chapter 16

“I’ll bet I win most changed tomorrow night at the reunion,” she laughed. He? She?

“Relax. I’m just doing drag. I’m part of the show tonight. No physical changes.” Here she grabbed Johnny’s hand. “This is my main man,” she smiled. “And Johnny likes the big D, doesn’t he?” That made Johnny blush.

There’s that letter D again, I thought.

Denny downed his/her drink. “There’s my cue. Stick around will ya? You’ll really want to watch Miss Crystill Hazballs do her thang.”

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While we watched our unrecognizable friend do his act, Johnny and I caught up on what we’d been doing since school. He was working as an auto mechanic, as was our friendly local gay bully, although not at the same place. Denny was an attorney, Johnny told me.

“Don’t the lesbians complain about there being only boy go-go dancers?” I asked.