Drag Countess
an excerpt

I love the moon.
Moonlight is a lady's best friend and it brings out the hidden beauty in every woman. No matter who you are, you are going to look perfect in the pale moon's light.
It's hard to believe the moon shall be nothing more than a mere pile of rocks floating around in dark and empty space. I would not try to go argue with all the scientists who wrote lots of books and papers about the topic. I have nothing in hand to prove them wrong, and yet I chose to believe the moon is a goddess. She is Gaia the Creator and Venus the Love all the same. She is the fairy godmother that smiles upon every woman and caresses me in her sweet embrace.
I wasn't born to be beautiful, that's for sure, and I have learned to live with it. I would not look different in the most expensive designer make-up than I do wearing my mother's cheap lipstick. Therefore I tend to be pretty much invisible during the daytime, a shy little mouse, a monochrome cinderella. Be assured, you might never notice me then. If you are a customer of the Argentis Bank and Investment Agency, you may even have met me a few times already at work. I'm the one whose face you tend to forget as soon as you walk away from me.
But the weekends are mine, they belong to me only. I look forward to every saturday evening, because that's the time when I really start to live. And so I'm standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror right now, and La Luna smiles at me gently.
All those little flaws seem gone in her light, my nose isn't so big any more and my jaw not too angular shaped. The long ginger hair floats around my face like silk or satin, and no one would ever guess it's a wig.
I smile at my reflection. Just one more touch of mascara and within the moonlight I'm finished.
The diva is ready to enter the stage.