From Drag Queen to Mentor: Candy Delight’s Final Act

Candy Delight’s Last Performance

Robert moved like an expert in the six-inch heels adorned with glitter. Every step to the beat sent his skirt flying high. High enough to reveal his intricate fishnet stocking. He had always been a natural showman and he wanted to make this show his best ever.

Because it was also going to be his last.

The Drag Queen ‘Candy Delight’ was going into retirement. His office job was asking more and more of him as of late and he was due for a promotion. He had kept his two lives separate for so long, but he was afraid he had to make the choice now.

Bouncing in beat with the rhythm, his over-the-top size F breastplate jiggled, in a constant fight with gravity. There were memories of when he blushed at the thought of putting on even size A Cups. Nowadays, he was saddened that he would never graduate to G-Cups.

The song wound down. He blew a smattering of kisses to the crowd and strutted his stuff off to the backstage.

The boss lady was waiting for him back there. She was dressed up in her usual suit and tie. A joke that she liked to carry on at the Drag Queen Bar. Despite her attempts to ‘man’ herself up, she wasn’t committed to the bit. At least not as most of the Drag Queens were and so she was very easily still feminine.

“It is going to be a shame to watch you go Candy.”

“But you’re going to love watching me leave,” Robert replied with a wink. Although he couldn’t keep the smile up. He didn’t want to go; he just felt like he had to.

There had been a few nights when he forgot to take off the nails or switch back to boxers. Going to work like that and noticing halfway through the day had been embarrassing.

“Not going to talk you out of it,” Sally acquiesced with a lifting of her hands. “Just letting you know you’ll always have a home here.”

Few women were like Sally. A kind nurturing woman who had brought Robert up in this crazy world. He wished he could return the favor, but for now he had a job to do. “Better get out there and serve those crazy kids.”

The crowd was the usual sort. The college kids are looking to blow off steam. Businessmen who were happy that the bar sold beer. The married husbands tried their best not to let their wives know where they were.

Robert navigated them all like an expert. He had been at this job for years and knew just the right personality to turn on for each of them. The right level of flirting with the businessmen. How suggestive to be with the husbands. How much pop culture flew with the kids these days.

There was, of course, another kind of customer. One Robert had also gotten pretty good at spotting.

If they were by themselves they would be hiding in the corner. If they were with a group they would slide down in their seats when Robert approached. These were the ones that didn’t want to be here, they wanted to be on the stage. Future drag queens, trans eggs, crossdressers and sissies.

I could see him.

A New Queen in the Making

Hiding away in the back of the room like they always did. His eyes flitted from one of the drag queen waitresses to the other. Yet he always looked away when they looked back. There was a sparkle in his eyes. He was freshly shaven and had a cute face.

“I’m going to handle that table,” Robert told Sally. This raised Sally’s eyebrow as she looked over at the table.

Once she saw the boy at the table she smiled too. “Ah, I was hoping you would.”

Candy Delight sashayed their way over to the table. With one feminine hand with plucking a menu with their long feminine nails.

“Welcome to Hamburger Sally’s, the best drag bar in this state. I’m Candy Delight!” The boy jumped slightly at Candy’s intro. There was a moment of hesitation as the boy accepted the proffered menu.

“I hope you like what you see.”

The boy blushed harder at that and Candy could see they were pressing the right buttons. “So what did you think of my act?” Candy decided it was best to steer the conversation towards the real question.

Managing to stumble out some words with the heavy crimson blush he was now sporting. The young boy muttered, “I thought it was fun and fantastic. I could never do that.”

“The song and dance routine isn’t that hard.” Candy purposefully missed the point, always best to let them realize it.

Except he decided to dodge it too, “yeah.”

Candy sighed realizing she had to give him another push, “oh were you talking about something else.”

The blush confirmed Candy’s suspicions immediately. Yup, this was a wannabe drag queen. Or transgirl. “It’s not that hard either,” Candy cooed softly. “If you want you can try it.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Stop thinking of cans and can’ts. Think about wants.” Candy placed one finger on the young boy’s chest, letting him feel the acrylic through his shirt. “Do you want to?”

The word came out soft and weak, but it was unmistakable. “Yes.”

Candy grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s do it.”

“Now? But there are people around. They’ll see me.”

“Sweetie. These guys and gals are at a drag bar. Don’t think they’ll be shocked to see a drag queen strutting her stuff.”

Mentoring the Next Generation

Sally was already waiting backstage, make-up prepped and ready for the new queen-to-be. “So what are we going to call you?”

“My name is Micah.”

“I meant your stage name. Although it is good to have your real name as well.”

“I don’t have one.”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something. You have such lovely cheekbones,” Sally stated. She began to apply a wonderful amount of blush to the young Micah. Candy was soon swept along into the fun as well.

Watching the blossoming of a new girl was always fun. Seeing the long fake eyelashes get rested into place, the pumping of red glistening lips. Eyeshadow with winged eyeliner to slay. Popping pink nail polish with just the right amount of glitter to stand out.

While Candy and the rest of the drag queens eventually got their own Sally kept a set of breast forms at the office. On they went. As well as some silicone hip pads to round out the new girl’s assets. A corset was soon fastened on to complete the hourglass figure.

The heels were trickier. Managing shoe sizes and heel height was hard. As a result, the newly minted ‘Lollipop Delight’ had to make do with three-inch heels. She tottered for a few before finding her balance. Then she was walking like a pro.

She was given an outfit to mimic Candy’s. Fishnet stockings, a short, playful skirt, and a low-cut blouse showcase the goods. She was even given a similar fierce red wig. Although her wig was done up into two girlish pigtails unlike Candy’s updo.

Lollipop looked herself over, letting her hands trace her new form. Spending a little while longer at her curves. The breast forms were a modest B-Cup and with the corset tightened as far it could go it gave her a great figure.

Robert could almost see himself in Lollipop now. The first steps of a doe-like innocence rise up to be a fiery passion. The slight blush was a mixture of the embarrassment of showing oneself like this and the sheer ecstasy of being seen like this. A slight hint of a tear welled up in the corner of Lollipop’s eyes.

Sally was already on it. Whenever a new girl got emotional a handkerchief always materialized in her hands. She dabbed at the eyes, keeping the tears from ruining the make-up. Despite not being close enough to hear her words Robert knew what Sally was saying.

“There, there Candy,” Sally had once cooed in his ear. “Let it out. Let it all out. Your happiness at being yourself. This is it.” She was always this kind of maternal figure to all her girls.

Candy felt her own tears form. Her own heart cried out remembering that he thought about leaving this place. And once again Sally was there for Robert too, once more with the handkerchief in hand.

“This is who you are Candy,” she cooed softly in her ear. “Let it out.”

Candy’s Legacy: A Queen’s Final Act of Guidance

“Now welcoming to the stage the new mother daughter duo of Lollipop and Candy Delight!” announced Sally shouting it across the room. This shout drew the crowd’s attention up and onto the stage. Two women sashayed onto the stage in luscious high heels.

Lollipop’s nerves seemed to have melted away and been replaced with a brand new confidence. She smiled and flicked her pigtails side-to-side. Blowing the crowd kisses as her new on-stage persona.

The highly energetic crowd roared with delight as they put on their show. A fun pop song exploding with noise and vibrance. Innuendos and salacious lyrics littered the song the two queens danced to.

For not the first time this night Robert remembered why he loved this side of him. He decided then and there as he rubbed his fake tits together for the pleasure of the crowd. This wouldn’t be Candy’s last night after all.