"The Adventures of Little Johnny and the Haunted Transformation into Drag Diva Delight" Little Johnny, a bright-eyed boy with messy brown hair and freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, was dressed in

Story: Seven-year-old Timothy was a slender little boy from the heart of Alabama. Stunning blue eyes gazed out from under sandy hair as he prepared himself for bed, dressed in his baggy dinosaur pajamas with green and blue stripes. Despite his small height of four feet, Timothy was quite the lively little soul. As Timothy drifted off to sleep, he dove into a world of dreams, leaving his quaint southern home behind. However, upon waking, the world did not seem as he had left it. Timothy jerked unwillingly awake, now dressed in a sequined bodysuit shimmering under the artificial lights. His voice, usually a soft boyish tenor, erupted into a shocked exclamation, "HONEY, DARLING! THERE'S A MONSTER UNDER MY BED, BOO! I CAN FEEL IT, DOLL! MY HEART'S RACING, LOVE!" In that moment, he realized something was very wrong. Instead of the familiar dinosaur pajamas, he was dressed in stilettos, the glimmering bodysuit, and a feathered hat with a glittering brooch. Fear swept over him as he looked at himself, seeing a reflection of Valencia 'Vee' Bliss, the infamous Drag Queen from Florida, in the mirror. Vee, a towering 6 footer, born on March 4th, 1975, was known for her astounding performances and charisma. Vee was older than Timothy's Mom, something that sent tremors of fear through his little body. Timothy tried to call out for his mother, but the voice that echoed was Vee's. "HONEY, I NEED YOU!" The familiar femininity of Vee's tone replacing 'mommy' with 'darling' and 'boo'. His heart pounded in his chest as he gasped out, "I'M SCARED, DEAR!" The boy's voice, now masked by the confident, rich tones of the drag queen's voice was unnerving. A loud thumping noise echoed from a nearby room, causing Timothy to jolt. He tried to scamper away as he would in his own body but found himself sashaying down the hall with Vee's signature confidence. He screamed, unintentionally in Vee's voice, as he headed for the exit, "GOD, I'M SCARED! SOMEONE STOLE MY SPOTLIGHT, DARLING!" before he looked down at the irresistible Scarlattis on his feet. The sight of his reflection, decorated with Vee's signature ruby red lipstick, fluttering faux eyelashes, and his hands adorned with shimmering, cobalt blue nail polish terrified him. His golden curls, usually tame, now hung in a thick, luscious bouffant framing his face. Everything was a terrifyhing contrast to his previously plain self, confusing the small boy significantly. He broke down in tears, desperately yearning for things to return back to normal yet trapped in this unfamiliar world.