CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHARLIE

 

I was in the dressing room at Club Wiggles doing Kenya’s makeup for a show she had that night with her partner. Kenya is a six foot three inch tall tranny that doesn’t look anything like a woman unless I beat her face. I was trying to stay focused but I didn’t want to be there and I couldn’t go home either. I had been living with Belize ever since Dixie tried to kill me a week ago and my life was a wreck.

I had just finished placing Kenya’s last eyelash on when I stepped back and looked at my work. It wasn’t bad but I had done better. “I’m finished. Tell me if you like it or not. It’s okay if you don’t because I can do it over.”

Kenya spun around in the salon chair and looked at herself in the lighted mirror. “Oooo, Miss Charlie, I do declare that there ain’t a makeup artist in the world who could touch your work.” She placed both hands on her face and stood up. “Why, child, you have made me as beautiful as the Queen Beyoncé herself.”

I thought her comment was going a little too far but I didn’t let her know.

She ran her hands down her sparkling gold dress and turned from left to right to examine her curves. Last year I did her butt injections so she probably was on cloud nine now.

Although Kenya wasn’t better looking than her best friend, Goldie, who was also a tranny, she sure did light up when she was on stage and it was always a treat to watch her shows. She never resembled any of the singers she tried to imitate but at some point, maybe around the first minute, she became them. She embodied everything they represented and it was always a sight to see.

“Just look at my hair,” she said running her hands through the cascading black full lace wig I glued and curled on her head. “I just can’t get over your skills.” She looked at me as if I wasn’t real. “Who are you really? Picasso reincarnated?”

I was about to say thank you when Goldie came in the dressing room with a red dress that matched Kenya’s. They were doing a Destiny Child’s number that evening for the show and although there were three members in the group, they said Miss Michelle didn’t require a singer and wasn’t a factor.

Despite Goldie’s face being beat to the gods, because I had done it earlier, her head was covered with a tan wig cap. When she looked up at Kenya’s head she was beyond angry.

“Bitch, I knew you were born with one ball but I had no idea you were crazy too,” she yelled at Kenya. “I have been looking all over for my wig.”

“Get out of my face, child,” Kenya said sitting down in the chair. “My audience awaits and I don’t need to hear your lips flapping right now.”

“Get out of your face? Bitch, you are wearing Goldie’s customized Gilda,” she said placing her hand over her chest. She went to pull the wig but it didn’t budge. I had glued it on that good.

Kenya turned around in the chair, looked up to Goldie in the mirror and laughed. “Sorry, honey. But Miss Charlie laid this Gilda and it’s not going anywhere.”

The two of them took to yelling and screaming and somewhere, amongst all of the arguing, I burst into tears. My life had become such a mess and the more I thought about it the more I realized that it was all my fault. I backed up into the wall and my body slumped to the floor. My ass rested on a size thirteen pump and I pulled my knees toward my body and cried even harder.

Kenya and Goldie stopped yelling and looked at me. “Oh Miss Charlie, please don’t cry,” Kenya said in a soft motherly tone. She looked up at Goldie. “Do you see what you’ve done? You’ve gotten the child upset.”

“I’m so sorry, Charlie. You see, me and Kenya going to be alright and there ain’t no reason you should take that to heart. I have many more full lace wigs in my trunk and can grab another if need be.”

“That ain’t it,” I sobbed while looking up at them. “It’s about Dixie.”

“What about that fossil faced queen?” Kenya asked placing her hands on her hips.

Both of their faces contorted at the mere mentioning of her name. Dixie didn’t have any fans around here because of her selfish antics. She would do things like steal tips from other trannies while they performed on the stage and she even slept with their tricks for less money. She was notorious and nobody liked her.

“I did something so awful,” I said wiping the falling tears from my face. “Something I can’t take back although I wish I could.”

“What is it?” Goldie asked as they both sat down.

“Don’t tell ‘em,” Belize said entering the dressing room. She looked beautiful too. She was wearing a natural looking black lace front wig and it was pulled back into a sassy ponytail. She tossed her red bag on the dressing room table and strutted toward me. “You keep your mouth closed, you hear me?”

“Shut up, monkey fish,” Kenya yelled at her. “We were having a private conversation with this child before you stomped in here.”

“In the first place, bitch, I never stomp anywhere. I simply glide with grace and elegance.” Belize yelled reading Kenya. “And furthermore, I am in charge of this child and you don’t—”

“It’s okay,” I said loudly. “I don’t mind telling them what happened.”

Belize sat on the dresser and folded her arms in front of her. She shook her head in disappointment and said, “Well, go ahead if you must. If you want your business broadcasted throughout Club Wiggles like it’s the Washington Post you go right ahead.”

Unmoved by her threats, I went on to tell them almost everything, minus the murders and the burial of the bodies of course. When I was done Kenya and Goldie’s mouths hung open.

“I only see one problem with this scenario,” Kenya said sitting back in the seat and crossing her legs.

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“You should’ve killed that hag instead of letting it survive,” she proclaimed. “Had you done that you would’ve put the entire world out of misery and I doubt a jury on this planet would’ve convicted you.”

“Why would you tell this child some shit like that?” Belize interjected. “This is why I didn’t want her telling y’all because you don’t have the good common sense your father’s cum gave you.”

“But wait, Belize,” Goldie added. “Miss. Kenya is many things but in this instance she’s right. That thing of a monster deserves nothing short of death. I mean think about it for a minute. Had she got rid of her she wouldn’t be in fear for her life.”

Belize walked over to me and bent down. “This is why I wanted you to keep this private until we thought of a better plan. I know it feels good to have them tell you that you were justified in your actions but you know it’s not true. And I’m not here to tell you that you were all the way wrong either.”

“I already know what you’re about to say, B.”

“No you don’t but I want you to know you are better than what Dixie is trying to make you out to be. And we are going to take some time to figure out a plan so that she’ll get what she deserves. All I’m asking is that you be smart.”

“I don’t know about all that but I will say this,” Kenya added. “Even the devil has to go back to the hell he crawled out of eventually. And I suggest you help him get there.”