“You girls need to understand that keeping secrets will result in punishment,” the mother scolded.
“Yeah,” Jess replied, defeated, “I know.”
The mother grabbed the tablet and begun to type.
“Now, listen up,” the mother explained, "You three girls are going to be helping my husband in his act tonight."
"What's she mean?" Katie asked Jess. She and Cassie knew Jess's dad performed in nightclubs but didn't know exactly what-and Jess was always too embarrassed to tell them. It was bad enough that her parents were the real lovey-dovey sort, with their open PDA's.
Before Jess could say anything, the beam from the tablet hit the three girls-and they began to shrink, their clothes disappeared, and hair sprouted from their bodies.
Jess's Mom stood over the three girls and picked them up. "What lovely wigs you and your friends make," she said as she held Jess, a platinum blond wig, to her face. Then Mom placed Jess, Cassie a red haired wig, and Katie, who was dark brunette, in a box and everything went black.
'What kind of act does your dad do that he need wigs for,' Katie asked Jess again.
Jess sighed. 'My dad's a female impersonator.'
That had always been a source of embarrassment for Jess, ever since that night she and Jeff woke up when their parents came home from a club performance-and Dad was wearing a wig, makeup, and looking very feminine. To add to the embarrassment, Jess had come onto some internet videos of her parents having sex, with Dad in his various impersonations.
'You mean your dad's actually gay?' Katie explained. 'And your mom's a beard?'
"Oh, I can assure you," said Jess's Mom from outside the box, "my husband is most definitely straight. He's proven that to me many, many times." She giggled. "And yes, it does turn me on that he can look convincingly pretty and feminine all dolled up, and be such a virile man underneath. I'm just weird like that."
'You can hear us?' Cassie asked. ''Even when we're-like this?'
"Yes," Mom replied. "No one else can, however-not even the person wearing you. Now be good little wigs and maybe I'll change you back after tonight.
There was a sound of a car engine and Jess knew she and her friends were being taken to the nightclub where Dad worked.
The box was opened and Jess saw her father take her out. "Oh, how lovely," he exclaimed. He was wearing a bathrobe and wig-cap, ready to make himself up for the night's performance. "We're doing the Golden Age of Hollywood tonight, and I can certainly use all three of these tonight." He kissed his wife. "You always find the best items for me dearest."
He placed his transformed daughter on a wig-stand, then her friends; Jess could see they were in the club's dressing room wher other female impersantors were putting on makeup and wigs for their act. "You'll be in the audience tonight, won't you dearest?"
"Oh of course, my pretty," mom answered. "Why don't I do your makeup for tonight? You know how much I love it when I help you get all femmed up."
"Not as much as I enjoy being girled up by you, beautiful," dad replied, in a strange sexless voice Jess had heard him use whenever getting ready to dressup.
They kissed again, longer and Jess was certain her parents were thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths.
'I guess you're right,' said Katie. 'I never thought a drag queen could be straight.'
"Hey you lesbos," said one of the other imerpsonators, who made himself look like Bette Davis, "why don't you get a room?"
'It could have been worse,' Jess replied. "Mom could have made us into fake boobs for dad to wear. Or gaffs, to tuck his privates into.'