I hope you guys like this; it sort of boarders on the O.O, WTF, and WTH factors. I say, I like it!

I don't own the song, King for a Day by Green Day

And yes, Billie Joe really wrote it…

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King for a Day!

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Started at the age of four,

My mother went to the grocery store…

Little Jack found his mother's room unlock when his mother went out to get something for dinner, which Jack knew was her time to spend with Brad, her on-again-off-again boyfriend that she'd been dating behind his dad's back.

Went sneaking through her bedroom door,

To find something a size four…

Little Jack, looking towards the corner, saw that his mother's closet was open. His was little, and curious, so he took a peak inside. He found, after rummaging through his mother's things, found a peculiar object; a leather thong in a size four, some pumps in a size seven, and a bra…size unknown.

Sugar and spice and everything nice,

Wasn't made for only girls…

After finding out that this 'strappy-thingy' was some sort of under wear, he careful slipped the leather on. It felt weird, that strappy-thingy in his butt, but he found it fun. He then took the bra, after close exanimation, and slipped it over his head. It was weird looking, but he found THAT funny too. Lastly, he took his mothers pink pumps and slipped them on his sock covered feet. They were obviously too big for him, but they made him feel manly.

G.I. Joe in panty hose,

Is making room for the one and only…

Jack tried to walk, and managed to shuffle about. He found his mother's cosmetics case and saw some interesting items in that as well; one red, red lipstick; one dark blue eye shadow case; one red rouge container; but his favorite item of all was the 'black-sticky-thingy' or know to us as… eyeliner. His saw his mom put on make up many times before. He placed the eyeliner too low though, his lipstick was sloppy, eye shadow could be better, and there was too much rouge. He felt powerful though, like those warriors with war paint on in those movies.

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

King for a day,

In a leather thong,

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

Just wait until all the guys get a load of me…

Little Jack grabbed a near by coat hanger and started to sword fight with imaginary enemies. "You may take our land, but you can never break our sprits! Or something like that!" he shouted. He was having so much fun with his imaginary play pals that he didn't see his father come in to see what the commotion was about.

My daddy threw me in therapy,

He thinks I'm not a real man…

"Mr. Spicer! Dress up is natural for a child of his age! He's just playing!" Mr. Whites, Jack's new therapist, tried to explain this to his father.

"At age six? I never put on make-up and danced around in my mothers UNDERGARMENTS!"

"That was you! He's a different person entirely!"

Jack was too busy playing with that princess dress and shoes to notice the conversation.

Who put the 'drag' in the drag queen?

Don't knock it until you've tried it…

Jack, when his parents were away, snuck into his mother's room again. He'd been doing the same routine for a year now:

Act like a manly-boy.

Wait till mom and dad go out.

Sneak into mom's room.

Dress up.

It was his LIFE now.

Sugar and spice and everything nice,

Wasn't made for only girls…

He looked in the mirror. He'd gotten reasonably good at putting on make-up and picking out outfits during these flings. He now knew that thongs go UNDER the dresses, not on top, and that you shouldn't put on so much blush. Makes ya look like a tramp, or that's what the fashion magazines that he reads says.

G.I. Joe in panty hose,

Is making room for the one and only…

Jack's favorite pair of shoes had to be those pink pumps. They just looked so good on him, especially with that cute kaki skirt and pink top.

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

King for a day,

In a leather thong,

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

Just wait until all the guys get a load of me…

Jack, future, no longer sneaks into his mother's room…

Oh no!

He has his own little under garments for himself, his size and all.

He was snapping up one of his sexy pink bras, with a nice little rose in front, seamless, so that it wouldn't show through his clothes. His slipped on an equally pink dress, with pink sash with a little pink rose. He slipped on his favorite pair of pumps: his mother's old pink ones.

She was going to give them to Good Will, but Jack insisted HE take the things to it. He savaged all that he wanted and gave the rest to the charity.

Sugar and spice and everything nice,

Wasn't made for only girls,

G.I. Joe in panty hose,

Is making room for the one and only,

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

King for a day,

In a leather thong…

Jack slipped on his specially made wig. A short, bright red bob. He placed a pink headband by its bangs.

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

King for a day,

In a leather thong,

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

King for a day,

In a leather thong…

He started to put on his lipstick; pink of course, and his eye shadow, again, pink.

King for a day,

Princess by dawn,

Just wait till all the guys…

He decided, what the hey? Why NOT go out? He looked like a girl, acted like a girl, why not be a girl?

Just wait till all the guys…

He'd been saving up for an operation since he started to get money. He's almost had enough. All he needed now was to wait until he was eighteen, then he'd be known as Jaquiline Spicer, no longer Jack Spicer, though that could be his nick name.

Just wait till all the guys get a load of me.

Jack snapped on his white earrings, grabbed his white purse, and went down the window to his secret pink VW Buggy.

Hey, a drag queen has to get around SOME HOW…

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Jack : (in pink dress) WEEEEE!

Me: (In same pink dress) WEEEEE!

Chase Toung: (In same pink dress) WEEEE!

All together: GO PINK DRESSES GO!