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Eamon chuckles. “‘Course he is.”

We walk into the dressing area, and Rowan lets out a loud whistle. “Fecking hell, Kennedy. You make one sexy cat woman. Can I borrow that for Halloween?”

I laugh loudly while Eamon replies, “Sure thing, Ro. But only if you let me borrow yours. Especially the chaps.”

Rowan grins broadly. “Aye, alright. It’s a deal, mate.”

“Where’s Teagan?” Eamon asks, looking around the room. I do the same, but don’t see him anywhere.

Ro stops taking selfies long enough to say, “He’s in the jacks. Bet you a pint he’s got a bad dose of it.”

“I’ll go check on him,” Eamon sighs, sauntering towards the bathrooms.

Eamon

“Teagan, mate? You in here?” I call out as soon as I walk into the bathroom. There are a couple of stalls parallel to the urinals, but only one has the door closed and a pair of fishnet-covered legs kneeling on the floor.

“I can’t do this, Eam,” Teagan groans. “I’m fucking losing it. I’ve never felt so nervous in all my life.” The toilet flushes, and he emerges, clutching his devil tail.

“Shite. Looks like Ro was right. Youdolook like you’ve had a bad dose of it.” I smirk at him.

“Fuck off. That’s not helping.”

“Sorry, mate. I’m just messing with you. But, seriously, your costume is fierce. Have you actually looked in the mirror?” I ask, gesturing towards the mirrors over the sinks.

Teagan shakes his head. “No. I’m afraid I’ll hurl what’s left of my guts up if I look at myself.”

“Why? What’s got you so up to high doh?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“You’re not?” Teagan asks in disbelief.

“Aye,” I nod. “‘Course I am, but not to the point of being sick.”

“Your arse isn’t hanging out either,” he says pointedly.

“Not hanging out, no, but this thing is so tight you can make out every hair on my arse along with the outline of my cock.” I gesture towards my groin.

Teagan’s eyes widen as he takes in my costume. “Fecking hell. You’re not kidding. How’d you even get into that?”

“It wasn’t easy.” I grimace. “I thought about greasing myself up but didn’t want to be sliding around inside this wetsuit. You can at least movesomewhat freely in that. Your skin can breathe.”

“Aye, that’s true.” Teag snorts in agreement. “I guess it’s just the setting. A small stage at the pub or being on the pitch isn’t nearly as terrifying as being on an actual performing stage with the lights and being expected to walk in a way I’m not used to all whileactualdrag queens critique me.”

I nod in understanding. “Look at it this way, Teag. You’re in costume. No one will even recognize you this way. We don’t even have to say anything. Just march our arses onto that stage, model Norah’s designs, then we’re done.”

Blowing out a deep breath, he says, “You’re right.”

“Plus,” I add cheerfully. “Ro has fully embraced this and is already begging to use my costume at Halloween. He has enough confidence for all of us. And he’s going out first, so he can pave the way.”

Inhaling another breath and releasing it, Teagan rolls his shoulders, straightens his spine, and nods. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Norah

It’s time for the guys to make their way to the stage, and Rowan has convinced them they’re the sexiest cross-dressers in the state of North Carolina. They’re huddled up like they do before games, chanting encouraging words at each other. It’s hilarious. I break up their huddle to usher them to stage right, where they’re going to strut out from. I remind them to smile, bat their fake lashes, and exaggerate their hip swaying.

Rowan rolls his eyes at me, then prances onto the stage with enthusiasm. He’s blowing kisses at the actors in the audience and gyrating his hips like it’s his job; circling the lasso over his head while thrusting provocatively. The cast is laughing and cheering loudly, begging for more.

I send Teagan out next. He takes a deep breath, then saunters onto the stage, swinging his devil tail for all he’s worth, all while holding his head high and grinning wickedly. I look over at Layla, who’slaughing so hard I think she might fall over.