As Jeff hung there waiting to see who his new owner was, a tall thin bald black man in a suit entered. He
inspected Jeff carefully and nodded with approval. Then he disappeared into another room. Jeff figured that
must be the director or maybe the celebrity's agent.
When the black man re-entered he was wearing a robe. Must be her boyfriend, Jeff thought.
Then the man sat down at the vanity and began to put on makeup. It wasn't until the man put a blonde wig on
and turned around that Jeff recognized RuPaul.
He screamed mentally, "No, no, no! Not Ru Paul! Not a guy!"
RuPaul put Jeff on and modeled him carefully.
"Damn, I look fine! This has got to be the best custom fit dress I've had! Uh, huh," he nodded and swatted
his own ass while looking in the mirror, "Man, I am hot!"
Then it was on to the set of RuPaul's Drag Races. It would be a long day. They had an equipment malfunction,
and had to rerecord half the show. Then Ru didn't like how the rushes looked. "Those green sequins are awful,
get her a different dress and we'll re-shoot.
18 hours later, Ru Paul dragged himself back into the dressing room. The wig came off, next the make up, and
then he paused to rest on his pink chaise. He fell asleep.