“The dream?” he asked, now stunned.
“The dream,” I confirmed. “This is exactly what the two of us look like when I see us in that dream of mine. Now I get it. Now I totally get it. It makes complete sense now. I don’t want to be a woman. I don’t, yuck, want to be with a woman. I want to be… I’m going to be… a…”
“A drag queen,” Sparkle said, interrupting my epiphany.
“A star!” I corrected.
“Whatever, Mary. But I will say this for ya, you got guts going out there looking like that.” And the two of us left my office and went back to finish the afternoon rush. I felt a change coming on, friend. A mighty big change.
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Over the next few days, Sparkle and I practiced being Trinny and Toby as our audience grew and grew. Word had apparently gotten out about the two wacky drag queens at the
