Looking at him I wonder what on Earth is going on. "Um, sweetie?" I ask timidly as he almost falls off my lap while laughing. All right this isn't normal... "Angel, what's so funny?" I ask, hoping to get a coherent answer.

"I...you...pageant..." He says between fits of laugher and I wonder what's going on. I know he wouldn't be laughing if he couldn't be in it so it defiantly wasn't that but I couldn't figure of what the hell it was. Finally, slightly calmer Angel managed to speak. "Um, Tom baby they added an event to the program," after saying this with a bemused smile he kiss my lips then burst out laughing again.

I smile at his kiss and return it gently then look on confused as he begins laughing again. What did he mean by `added an event?' For some odd reason I have a very uneasy feeling that this will require me doing something, what this something is I don't know but... "Angel? What... would you like to tell me what's going on?" I ask, unsure of whether or not I want to know. He nods still chuckling to himself. "Baby... you know that saying about walking in someone else's shoes?"

I nod slowly my mind trying to process this. Does this mean I have to be someone else? Do they want me to walk someone other than Angel down that catwalk? Because if that's what this is about I really don't want to. I would do anything for him, but that doesn't mean I'd necessarily enjoy it. What else would they want us to do? I shake my head, not being able to think of anything other than that. "So do they want us to walk with other people's boyfriends?" I ask quietly. This led Angel to another fit of laughter while shaking his head.

"No, no nothing like that," he assured me while still laughing. "They added this event last week, the mail must have been delayed or something," he said with a giggle leaving me wondering what's going on.

Getting slightly nervous as well as impatient I plead, "Angel, please just tell me."

"All right," he said still smiling. The people at the pageant want all of our wonderful boyfriends to see exactly what we go through everyday." Laughing he kisses me on the lips as I sit in shock, trying to figure out precisely what's going on. He couldn't mean that... no wait, he could. `Please tell me that I misunderstood,' I think. I look into his beautiful dark brown eyes with the knowledge that I'm probably right. He looks good in drag but come on! Picture me in a skirt! It just doesn't work! I mean he's drop dead gorgeous in a shirt but I think me in a skirt would be a little different. Deciding that actually asking might help I manage to say, "Angel... Are you telling me that I have to..."

He pouts those amazing red lips and mockingly pretends to be sad. "Aww Tom don't you want to? Why not? I mean you don't think that wearing skirts is icky and gross? And I promise that no matter what those insane little redheaded boys said, wearing skirts does not turn people into ladies. I mean just look at Maureen." The look in his eyes tells me that he isn't hurt or mad that wearing a skirt isn't high on my list of priorities; however, this weekend I am all his.

Laughing at the remark about Maureen I smile at him. "First of all I know quiet well that wearing a skirt doesn't turn anyone into a girl, I have very good proof of that," I laugh while pulling him back onto my lap. Between planting little kisses up and down his neck I say, "I promised you I'd enter this pageant with you and I meant it. I'd do anything for you." I would too, putting on a dress isn't really sacrificing anything. Well it might mean putting up with some crap from Roger but that's not a big deal as I'm bigger than he is. Running my hands over his back I smile, looking into those eyes. "So tell me what all you have to do."

His eyes lighted up again with so much energy and passion, I don't know how he does it. "Well we had four events but this makes five," Angel winks and nudges me. "The first part is on the catwalk, it's causal and I'm going to wear my white denim skirt and my white T-shirt you bought me that says Angel on it. You know the one I mean my Collins?" I nod, remembering when I'd bought for his birthday, it was all sparkly and reminded me of him. "And than there's the formal part, which is when I need you in a suit for," he continued while playing with my dreadlocks happily. "And then of course, there's the talent section and an interview."

"What are you going to wear for this formal part?" I wonder, trying to mentally go through his wardrobe imagining what he would choose but not being able to guess as he has so many different things from his many trips to thrift stores.

"It's new so don't bother guessing," he said reading my thoughts. "And it's a surprise so no I'm not going to show or tell you you'll just have to wait." With that he kissed me again, silencing my objection to surprises, as his tongue enters my mouth I run my hand over his smooth leg and freeze.

End of Chapter 2