[WP] Her husband was spending too much time away from home. He wasn't having an affair, but was hiding a much more surprising secret.

"Oh my GOD!" Sarah gaped at the scene in front of her. Her husband froze, squatting halfway over a a small dance mat in a leotard and mascara. His lovely blond hair was hidden under a hairnet far too small for his head, and the bewildered expression on his made-up face turned from shock to panic, "SARAH!"

Sarah leapt into the hotel room and slammed the door, "What the FUCK is going on here!? Why - Why are you dressed like that!?"

"Sarah - Listen! I can explain, please stop yelling!" Frank pleaded. Sarah snarled, "I'LL STOP YELLING WHEN I GET SOME FUCKING ANSWERS!"

The neighbor in the next room banged on the wall. Sarah ignored it, "What the FUCK is going on, Frank!?"

"I'm a drag queen, Sarah!" Frank snapped, "There. I said it, okay? I'm a drag queen. A good one actually. I perform twice a month down at the Fuzzy Dice and when I'm not there...when I go on my 'business trips'....I rent a room here and practice my routines."

"You expect me to believe that?" Sarah hissed. She began storming through the hotel room, ripping open the bathroom door and peering behind the shower curtain, "Where is she?! Where is your little whore, huh?! Is that what this is? Some weird kink of yours?!"

She turned to the closet and yanked the door open only to be greeted by a mass of sequined and brightly colored evening gowns and wigs. At the bottom of the closet lay a large make up box, twice the size of hers, so full of make up it couldn't even close properly. She jumped back and threw her hands over her mouth, "Oh my god. Oh my god, you're kidding me. You're kidding me."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you, I just - "

"How long, Frank!?" Sarah turned on her husband again, her face flushed red and her eyes burning with fury, "And how many people know? Hmm? Anyone from church? Or work?"

"Look your sister got me into it!" Frank snapped. Sarah groaned, "Oh of course she did, that is just SO Tracy!"

"Why would anyone from church know!? Who the hell is going to go to the Fuzzy Dice and then talk about it at church, hm?" Frank added. Sarah turned on him and sighed, "So nobody knows. And...you're not sleeping with anyone - you're just...dancing?"

"Not a soul. I mean...other than some very horny bachelorettes, yeah. Bitches love the place for some reason." He mumbled. Sarah ran her hands through her hair. She had to sit down as the world around her began to spin and she thought she was going to faint, "I still don't understand. I mean. For the love of God, you don't use your real name, do you Frank?"

"For fuck's sake, Sarah. You think I'm that stupid?" Frank spat. Sarah gave him an expectant look, and the man added sheepishly, "My...My stage name is Mimi Cox."

"My God, Frank..."

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