"Your new roommate will be moving in today."
I remember my landlady saying.

I was excited.
Finally, after living by myself for a couple of years, it'd be nice to finally be able to socialize with someone without walking out my front door.

Never in my mind had I thought my opinion on something could change so quickly.

I was sitting in my room this morning putting my makeup on like I always do before a show, when all of the sudden I hear the front door open and my landladies voice, followed by a slightly more masculine one.

So I stepped out of my room and into the hallway, finding my roommate right in front of me.

My first impression?
Not so great.

They were short, to say the least, just barely above five feet. They wore a fishnet shirt with a crop top on top of it, and shorts just a tad bit too short.

Great.

"Well don't just stand there with your mouth dangling open, show some manners and say hi."
I said, placing my hand on my hip.

They looked up at me in confusion, but quickly closed their mouth afterwards, then confessed their confusion over my appearance.

"I'm a drag queen."
I said, rubbing my temples.

Nodding, the introduced themselves, then went off to find their own room.

I myself walked into the kitchen and grabbed something cold to drink, then sat down, putting my head in my hands.

What had I gotten myself into?