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The Lady Gaga Principle
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Sweet Transvestite
“Why didn’t you get that guy’s number?” Hailey Brown glared at her best friend. “Do you want to be a nun?”
“No,” Magenta Howard took a long sip of her beer. “We didn’t really say much. He didn’t ask me my name. So what would have been the point of a phone number exchange?”
“God, you’re weird,” Rayette Norris said.
They were at their favorite bar, The Blue Line. It was a night to celebrate. Hailey had gotten a promotion, Rayette had gotten the Indian guy’s number and Magenta was moving out. She had finally saved enough to move back into the building she had grown up in.
“I’m into the whole dating thing,” Magenta muttered and finished her beer. “Saul and I just broke up and you have to admit that it was like the emotional equivalent of Hiroshima.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t have fun!” Hailey said.
“I’m never going to see him again,” Magenta said confidently. “So what’s the point?”
The next day…
“What fresh hell is this?” Sheldon asked.
There were boxes in the hall and on the stairs. There was no moving van, and there was a new name on the mailbox. Logical deduction told him that someone else had moved in. And that wasn’t something he wanted. In fact, he did not want to deal with any of this. A new neighbor was not what he wanted. In fact, most of his neighbors could move out and he would be content without them.
“Someone’s moving into 4C,” Leonard said.
“Again? Whatever happened to staying in one’s one home?” Sheldon asked.
“Some people like change.”
“Well I don’t.”
“Maybe they’re nice people. They could be our friends.”
“I don’t need anymore friends.”
“Don't get strung out by the way I look, Don't judge a book by its cover, I'm not much of a man by the light of day, But by night I'm one hell of a lover!” someone was singing.
“I'm just a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania!” a second voice joined them.
“Well you got caught with a flat Well how 'bout that Well babies don't you panic By the light of the night It'll all seem alright.” A third voice.
“And they sing,” Sheldon looked like someone had kicked him. “I don’t like it when people burst into song.”
“I'm just a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania!” All three voices chroused as they entered the lobby. Two women led the group while the third stayed behind. One blond, one brunette and the mass of hair of the third woman told them she was a redhead. “Oh hi!” the blond said.
“Sorry for the noise,” the brunette said. The redhead stood on her tip-toes to see over her comrades’ heads.
“Oh my god,” she said rather than her intended “we’re just excited.”
“You’re the woman from the comic book store,” Sheldon said calmly.
“You’re the man from yesterday afternoon.”
Xxx
Notes: Shortness, but it came to me in a random moment. Low quality, but it had to get out of my head.
“No,” Magenta Howard took a long sip of her beer. “We didn’t really say much. He didn’t ask me my name. So what would have been the point of a phone number exchange?”
“God, you’re weird,” Rayette Norris said.
They were at their favorite bar, The Blue Line. It was a night to celebrate. Hailey had gotten a promotion, Rayette had gotten the Indian guy’s number and Magenta was moving out. She had finally saved enough to move back into the building she had grown up in.
“I’m into the whole dating thing,” Magenta muttered and finished her beer. “Saul and I just broke up and you have to admit that it was like the emotional equivalent of Hiroshima.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t have fun!” Hailey said.
“I’m never going to see him again,” Magenta said confidently. “So what’s the point?”
The next day…
“What fresh hell is this?” Sheldon asked.
There were boxes in the hall and on the stairs. There was no moving van, and there was a new name on the mailbox. Logical deduction told him that someone else had moved in. And that wasn’t something he wanted. In fact, he did not want to deal with any of this. A new neighbor was not what he wanted. In fact, most of his neighbors could move out and he would be content without them.
“Someone’s moving into 4C,” Leonard said.
“Again? Whatever happened to staying in one’s one home?” Sheldon asked.
“Some people like change.”
“Well I don’t.”
“Maybe they’re nice people. They could be our friends.”
“I don’t need anymore friends.”
“Don't get strung out by the way I look, Don't judge a book by its cover, I'm not much of a man by the light of day, But by night I'm one hell of a lover!” someone was singing.
“I'm just a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania!” a second voice joined them.
“Well you got caught with a flat Well how 'bout that Well babies don't you panic By the light of the night It'll all seem alright.” A third voice.
“And they sing,” Sheldon looked like someone had kicked him. “I don’t like it when people burst into song.”
“I'm just a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania!” All three voices chroused as they entered the lobby. Two women led the group while the third stayed behind. One blond, one brunette and the mass of hair of the third woman told them she was a redhead. “Oh hi!” the blond said.
“Sorry for the noise,” the brunette said. The redhead stood on her tip-toes to see over her comrades’ heads.
“Oh my god,” she said rather than her intended “we’re just excited.”
“You’re the woman from the comic book store,” Sheldon said calmly.
“You’re the man from yesterday afternoon.”
Xxx
Notes: Shortness, but it came to me in a random moment. Low quality, but it had to get out of my head.