How I Learned To Love Drag Part 3

Shooting the pajama party skit was incredible fun!

The pink nightie, the fake boobs, the painted fingernails and toes, the blonde wig and makeup put me into the character.

And Daniel was right. If my parents had seen me, they wouldn't have recognized me. They'd have thought I was a sweet teenage girl.

Aaron 'the Space Cadet' Spacek, our director, gave the guys room to innovate and create. There were key lines we had to do, but the other guys were masters of improvisation. When they went off on an unscripted tangent, you just had to go with the flow.

So if the script direction said 'feel yourself up' as you watch the wrestling video, what the hell would you do?

I let my comedic instincts guide me. I began by looking down toward my breasts. Then I reached up with my right hand and began to massage my breasts through the pink soft cotton nightie. The camera could see the tops of my fake boobs revealed by the medium neckline. Then I moaned lightly. With my left hand I reached down to my crotch and touched my faux girly parts. Actually, thankfully, I was wearing a tight gaff that would not allow my male member to spring to life.

Then I said, "Isn't the Rock a real hard body?"

"Yeah, he's the bomb! Wasn't he great in The Scorpion King?" asked Dave/Darla.

"It would be great to shoot a love scene with him," I added as I massaged myself more vigorously.

"Who cares if he takes steroids to get those incredible muscles?" asked Scott/Sue. "He looks perfect! What a hunk!" Even though the makeup, wig and pajamas gave Scott the look of a sweet angelic teenage girl, her spirit was possessed by a sex-obsessed devil.

"I wonder if steroids make you sterile?" I asked.

"Isn't that why they're called steroids?" asked Dave/Darla.

"You silly girl, they're not called steroids for that reason," remarked Scott/Sue.

"Then why are they called steroids?" asked Darla.

"I don't know," said Scott/Sue. "They just are."