Minho sat on his bed, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Frypan and Gally sat on the floor, both discussing different hair styles and make up tips.

"You shanks are such girls," Minho joked, hoping it would calm his nerves.

Frypan threw a pillow at him. "You're gonna be the girl soon, ya shank," he replied, his deep laugh following soon after.

"So," Gally said, ignoring Minho and Frypan's bantering. "We gotta get Minho some nice clothes—"

"What's wrong with the ones I'm wearing?" Minho asked, offended.

"A manicure," Gally went on, still ignoring his friend. "A nice wig, some make up, some leg and armpit waxing—"

"I AM NOT DOING THAT!" Minho yelled.

"And last of all," Gally said, glaring at his friend. "Some manners."

Minho crossed his arms and scowled. "You better be glad I'm a good friend," he mumbled, still not loving the idea of dressing as a girl.

"Oh, shut your hole," Gally replied with a grin. Minho couldn't help but to smile back.

"I brought some wax," Frypan said, holding up a massive bag. "Some make up, and a black wig. Minho can borrow some of my sister's dresses and bras and stuff." Minho made gagging noises as Frypan got out the leg waxing kit.

"Can't I just shave?" Minho asked nervously, scooting farther back on the bed.

"Do you know how long that'll take? Just wax it, Minho," Gally said, sitting on Minho's

Minho shoved him off. "I am a man!" He said, scowling and holding out his legs. "Okay, Frypan. Hit me with your best shot."

Frypan grinned. "I'm going to enjoy this," he commented, putting the strip on one of Minho's legs.

Minho's girly screamed could be heard from a thousand miles away.

Three hours later, Minho found himself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at a face that wasn't his own. Why the shuck is Frypan so good at applying makeup? He wondered, glaring at the person in the mirror. When Minho jumped, it jumped. When Minho stuck it tongue out, the copy followed him.

"You look hot," Gally said bluntly. Gally was always the one to put things bluntly.

"Shut up," Minho growled.

"No, you honestly do," Frypan said, looking at Minho. "I'd totally take you to bed with me if I didn't know you were actually a dude."

Minho didn't know what to think of that comment. He blushed and fiddled with the wig. It was long hair, down to his hips, and in a bunch of curls. He hated it because it was itchy.

He wore a fitted red dress that went to his ankles, covering his red—but hairless—legs. Red lipstick was applied carefully to his lips, and mascara and eye liner lined his dark eyes. A nice blush was put on the apples of his cheeks.

"Wait," Gally said suddenly. "Something's off." He grabbed some toilet paper and stuffed it in Minho's bra, much to the Asian's disgust.

Frypan and Gally stepped back and admired their work. "Smile, Minho," Gally said.

Minho gave his most sarcastic smile.

"Ouch." That was said by both Frypan and Gally together.

"Wait, the boobs are a bit uneven," Frypan said, stepping forward and putting his hands on Minho's "boobs". He moved them around a bit, but Minho shoved him off and looked in the mirror.

"I can fix them myself," he said, scowling. He quickly fixed them—feeling awkward doing so—and sighed.

"Man, I look like a hooker," he said sadly.

"A hot hooker," Frypan added.

"A hot hooker that's gonna win me ten-thousand bucks," Gally said.

"A hot hooker that's gonna kick both of you in the nuts if you don't shut your holes," Minho replied, finishing the conversation. He walked into his bedroom and looked at the red heels. How the shuck do girls wear these things?

Frypan and Gally followed him. "This is what you'll wear for the first impressions day," Gally told Minho. "That's tomorrow at noon. The pageant is held at a hotel about two hours away, so we should leave tonight. All the contestants, and two of their friends, get to stay in the hotel for the rest of the week. Each day is a different category to compete in, with mini-rewards at the end of each day. At the end of the week, the big awards are given and the grand prize cash award is handed out."

"Yeah," Minho said, waving a hand at Gally. "That's fascinating." He made sure it was very sarcastic.

"We can't call him Minho," Frypan said suddenly. "We'll have to call you a girly name."

"Like Melody!" Gally said, grinning. Minho almost puked.

"Or Mandy." That came from Frypan.

"Or Madison." Gally.

"Or Miranda." Frypan.

"Or Monique."

"Oh! I like that name!" Frypan said, looking at Gally happily.

"Monique it is!" Gally grinned.

Minho sighed. He was surrounded by idiots.

Idiots with a bad taste in names.

"Okay! Let's pack and leave," Gally said, grabbing a suitcase and shoving random clothes in it.

"Everything I need is already in the bag." Frypan pointed to his giant bag.

"How convenient," Minho replied sarcastically, sitting on the bed with his legs apart. Gally threw a pillow at him.

"Monique! Close your legs!" He said, shaking his head disapprovingly. Minho scowled and did as he was told. Once Gally packed everything they needed, he dragged Minho out the door and to the truck. "Alright, let's go!"

So Minho sat in the middle of the two Idiots with a Bad Taste in Names as they sang along to show tunes. Minho was feeling a billion different emotions: annoyance, anger, fright, giddiness.

Why did I agree to this? He thought, completely regretting his decision.

A/N: HELLO EVERYBODY. Hey, it's Taylor here. I'm so sorry I haven't updated anything! It's been so busy recently. Prom, dance recitals, finals, etc. And now I'm at the beach! Good ole Florida. So yeah. I figured I owed you guys an update so here it is. It isn't the best, but trust me: I have THINGS planned for this fiction ;) I shall update Thomas and Co. Read the Maze Runner when I get back [[I left my TMR book at home -_- ]] So! Thanks for reading and have a great rest of the week. Feel free to PM me with any questions or anything. I will talk to you all later :D BYE!