I dedicate this chapter to God, my parents, my stalker, and, of course, all
of my fans. I couldn't have done it without your support. I love you all
(except my stalker).
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI...Blah blah blah...
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Greg thought nothing of the feeling until he had to go into the center of Las Vegas to take some DNA samples for a murder case, he had to go into the dressing room of a drag show to talk to some of the dancers in the show. As the star of the show ~ Ms. Amanda Johnson, walked out onto the stage he had the sudden urge to take one of his (her?) costumes, put it on, and prance about just as he had done back at the labs. This feeling brought his mind back to how he had felt then, the feeling that he had just discarded, just like that, maybe it had meant something... He didn't really know.
This venture to the changing room of the most popular drag queen in Las Vegas pried on Greg's mind a lot during the next few weeks, he felt he just had to get back to that dressing room, and put on one of those sparkly costumes he had seen in there. The other members of CSI, especially Sarah, started giving him suspicious looks as whenever he seemed to be not doing anything, or even if he was doing something, a dreamy look came onto his face as he remembered how he had felt in that changing room. But none of them could understand how this felt inside him, it seemed like it was part of him. Whenever he thought of how one of those costumes would look on him, as he did a routine, or just flashed his dazzling smile to the crowd, he could not stand it.
Finally he plucked up the courage to, one day, many, many weeks after the changing room incident, he went to a costume store and decided too hire the glitteriest, sparkliest, most dazzling costume he could find. Luckily it was a very good costume store, with every costume from the tacky cowboys and Indians to elegant, historical gowns with full underskirts. The outfit he chose was covered in purple sequins, with silver metallic fringe at the bottom and the neckline. It was too good to be true.
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Again, I'm sorry it's so short, I find it hard to write long chapters full of detail, plus, I want what comes next to be in a new chapter.
Arrivederci
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI...Blah blah blah...
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Greg thought nothing of the feeling until he had to go into the center of Las Vegas to take some DNA samples for a murder case, he had to go into the dressing room of a drag show to talk to some of the dancers in the show. As the star of the show ~ Ms. Amanda Johnson, walked out onto the stage he had the sudden urge to take one of his (her?) costumes, put it on, and prance about just as he had done back at the labs. This feeling brought his mind back to how he had felt then, the feeling that he had just discarded, just like that, maybe it had meant something... He didn't really know.
This venture to the changing room of the most popular drag queen in Las Vegas pried on Greg's mind a lot during the next few weeks, he felt he just had to get back to that dressing room, and put on one of those sparkly costumes he had seen in there. The other members of CSI, especially Sarah, started giving him suspicious looks as whenever he seemed to be not doing anything, or even if he was doing something, a dreamy look came onto his face as he remembered how he had felt in that changing room. But none of them could understand how this felt inside him, it seemed like it was part of him. Whenever he thought of how one of those costumes would look on him, as he did a routine, or just flashed his dazzling smile to the crowd, he could not stand it.
Finally he plucked up the courage to, one day, many, many weeks after the changing room incident, he went to a costume store and decided too hire the glitteriest, sparkliest, most dazzling costume he could find. Luckily it was a very good costume store, with every costume from the tacky cowboys and Indians to elegant, historical gowns with full underskirts. The outfit he chose was covered in purple sequins, with silver metallic fringe at the bottom and the neckline. It was too good to be true.
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Again, I'm sorry it's so short, I find it hard to write long chapters full of detail, plus, I want what comes next to be in a new chapter.
Arrivederci