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Divas, Drag Queens, and Dives

by Leah Wolf Jacobs (WolfLeah)

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Elizabeth sighed at another wasted evening. "Liz", as her friends knew her, sat at a lonely local dive bar, sipping a drink, and wishing for things to get better. You see, dear readers, our young Ms. Liz was going through what we like to call, "A transitional period."

College was over. She'd graduated with a degree in communications and had found a job precisely... nowhere. Her parents had been helping with the bills until they both got laid off at the same time. If she didn't find work soon she'd either have to start asking, "Would you like fries with that?", move home, or commit seppuku. Disembowelment seemed like the most attractive of the three options.

Who was she kidding? She wasn't about to bring sharp and pointy objects into the equation any more than she'd go back to Hicksville to live with her mother at the corner of Drunk Stepdad Boulevard and Nightly Beatings Street. No, there was nothing for it. She'd have to get a job fast.

Resolved in what she had to do, but having no clue how to do it, Liz tossed back the last of her bevvy in an expression of self-assurance, set down her glass, and passed her pale hands through her long black hair before tying it back into a ponytail. She paid her modest tab, and walked out into the night.

The street was a classic example of a poor section of a rich town. She walked with one hand on her purse and her keys between her knuckles. The smell was the worst, a mixture of urine and exhaust, with a dash of rotting garbage. She lived around the corner.

Don't judge, gentle readers. After graduation, and leaving the on-campus dormitories, the only hovels Liz could afford in this overpriced burg were in places you wouldn't recommend going, even if you were armed.

Walking at a quick pace, the drinks she had consumed made her steps unsteady. She thought she heard a noise behind her and started moving down the road faster, peeking over her shoulder, hoping to get around the corner before the phantom of her imagination caught up with her.

Speeding around a corner while also looking over your shoulder is rarely wise, precious readers. Poor Liz whipped past the edge of the building and bounced her 5'4" frame off the chest of a... woman? Man? Someone.

Her confusion came, of course, because of a rural dearth of interaction with those not fitting the "normal" mold. Before her stood a fabulous specimen of the rare and ostentatious species, Trahere Regina, translated from the Latin as Drag Queen. She was 6'2" tall if she was an inch, adorned in the finest deep-brown-auburn locks that money could buy, wearing a long slinky dress of reddest hue, four inch heels of crimson, and makeup heavy enough to hide the dark brown stubble that would make itself known by tomorrow. Her breast forms were large enough to provide an ample cushion to the face that had just rebounded off of them.

"I'm so so sorry!" Liz gushed in embarrassed sincerity. "I thought someone was following me." It was in this moment, my cheeky darlings, that Liz... looked... up. She saw before her the magnificence of a drag queen in her prime. She saw all the attributes we have so thoroughly examined and more.

Looking up into Sapphire blue eyes, she tried to continue. "I... was just on my way home."

"Oh honey, it's way too early to end an evening like this! Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Come with me. Gina will take good care of you." Her voice was of a feminine mode but deeper, her resonance a bit too intense to be perceived as a woman one hundred percent of the time. She reached out a masculine hand, with impeccably painted nails, blazing in a fire engine red, as if offering a hand to a child that had lost its mommy.

"I... I would... it's just that I have to really get on a job search tomorrow. If I don't find something soon I'm going to lose my spot on the couch to someone else who'll pay $800 a month for the privilege." Her initial shock had worn off quickly. The friendly smile and offered hand seemed to melt through the ice that had been piling up around Liz's heart of late.

"Oh? What kind of job?" inquired the statuesque being in red.

"Anything, really. I mean, I went to school for communications but that hasn't gotten me in many doors so far. So long as a job pays the bills, with enough left over for a few drinks and a few laughs, that's all I care about right now."

Liz had no idea why she was so quickly relating her sob story to a stranger, but there was something about Gina that made her just want to open up and let it flow.

"So if your degree is in communications does that mean you know how to use DJ equipment and maybe do some introductions?" Gina posed the question as a mousetrap holds cheese.

"Well, yeah. I suppose. I mean not from my degree, but I've done that before."

"Could you start tonight?! Our last DJ skipped out on us when his boyfriend dumped him. He said something about going back to New York."

"I... uh... Wait! You're offering me a job?! Just like that?"

"I don't see why not. We need someone, and you're desperate. If you're terrible, we lose out on one night's performance and go back to looking for someone else tomorrow."

"Umm... I guess that could work."

Clapping her hands together, Gina exclaimed, "Excellent! There's no time to waste, Sugar. The show starts in an hour. I was just out buying some smokes..." She said, holding up a pack of Newports. "Now we can head back to the club."

She tilted the freshly opened pack forward in the classic offering gesture. To which Liz responded with the classic counter, "No thanks, I don't smoke."

Gina shrugged with all the grace one might expect of a seasoned courtesan, saying without words, 'More for me'.

They walked at a brisk pace, Gina never failing to swing her hips in a swaying gait. Liz strode purposefully on her shorter legs, trying to keep up. It was only a couple of blocks till they entered the back door of a club. Canned music played over the speakers in an uninteresting way. Nearly a dozen drag queens were clustered around the bar, gossiping like a gaggle of geese.

Most of the snippets of what Liz could hear had to do with the missing DJ, disparaging remarks about his manhood, and his former boyfriend's lack of endowment.

"Girls! Look who I found. This is..." She paused looking down at her tiny companion. "Say, what is your name, honey?" she asked sotto voce.

"Liz" was her meek reply.

"Oh no, that will never do. Your name is Liza now." Gina decreed, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to rename her companions as she saw fit.

"Um... okay... I guess." the confused Liz answered.

"This is Liza! She'll be our guest DJ for tonight. If she does a good job we might just have to make her a regular part of our crew! I'm sure all of you will make her feel at home. Tina, help her get set up in the booth. Starla, what are you wearing? I thought you were in the blue sequins tonight." Gina spoke with the authority of one born to lead. She had a commanding presence and the other 'girls' seemed to fall in line. Sure they were clucking like hens and complaining for the sake of complaining, as only men in supposedly-women's clothing could do properly.

Starla and Gina disappeared through a door near the stage, while Tina came over to escort 'Liza' to her new post. Compared to Gina, Tina was relatively short at 5'9". Her ebony-dark brown skin seemed flawless in the dramatic lighting of the club. She was wearing a tight silver dress and matching stilettos. She walked like she was raised to do gymnastics in the lethal footwear.

They crossed the dance floor in seconds, then walked up three steps before turning left and heading up three more into the booth that stood half way up the wall. Somewhere in that brief trip, Liz realized that Tina was wearing a blonde wig, pulling off a version of Tina Turner.

Looking from her guide to the booth itself, Liz saw enough of the basic equipment that she was familiar with to feel like she could fake her way through this. She had everything turned on quickly enough and was looking through the club's vinyl collection when another drag queen, with the body of Josephine Baker, and an Adam's Apple the size of her brother's, handed her a song list.

In a forced French accent and gold lame dress, Josephine leaned in as if to give crucial advice, "Zeh Girlz weell be vehry cross weeth you eef zey ahr not introduced weeth zeh correct muzic."

Liz caught herself before she could respond with the instinctive, "No shit, really?" and forced a smiling nod before she turned back to her work. Josephine left while Liz pulled the right records so they would be close at hand.

She was several records in when Gina reappeared.

"OH no, no, No! This will not do! The club opens in a few minutes and you're still dressed like a hobo that shops at Target! This requires immediate action!" pronounced Gina in a tone that brooked no arguments.

Liz was practically dragged bodily down from the booth and into the dressing room. Some of the girls weren't quite ready yet either. Their makeup was done but they were just now tucking away the offending organs between their legs or stuffing them into panties. Garments that would be far too dainty to contain them if the ladies should become excited.

Blushing like dessert dunes at sunset, mes petits voyeurs, Liz found herself thrust into a makeup chair while Gina commanded another girl over to help. She didn't know what to do with herself as a thick layer of foundation was applied, followed by layer after blended-layer of makeup.

It seemed like mere seconds had passed when Gina pronounced their work complete and allowed 'Liza' to see herself for the first time. With as thick as the makeup had felt going on, she was sure it would look like clown makeup, but no, it looked fantastic. Her lips looked huge, her cheeks twinkled with a sparkle of glitter and her eyes would take pages to describe. Let's just say, my kinky little darlings, that the green of her eyes was complemented so well that they were sparkling like emeralds.

Without her noticing, they'd managed to tease her long black locks from her efficient ponytail, into cascading waves that flowed around her shoulders.

"You look fabulous darling! Quick though, stand up and strip." commanded Gina.

"Sorry, what?" squeaked Liz, finally finding her voice.

"S t r i p." She said, drawing out the word as if speaking to a simpleton, "We can't get you into a dress if you're wearing pants and a t-shirt."

Feeling foolish and a bit embarrassed, Liz tried to beg off, but a stern look from Gina got her moving. Gina sarcastically drawled, "Girl, trust me, no one here is interested in studying female anatomy. But you simply cannot be out there representing Diva's Desire unless you look the part!"

Liz wasn't sure if she was relieved or offended, but probably the former.

Gina shuddered in revulsion at a thought, "Can you imagine if people knew that I let someone other than a drop-dead-gorgeous, fabulous-as-Freddy-Mercury, diva-worthy drag queen spin discs in this dynastic den of destiny?!"

By the time the last word was spoken, Liz fell from Gina's spell to realize that she was completely nude and that one of the other girls was lifting her foot to slide a gaff up her legs, giving the illusion that she was concealing something larger than a clit between her thighs. An emerald green frock, or more accurately, a hip hugging dress, was dropped over her head and zipped up before she could say, "Oh my!"

Glittering green heels were slipped onto her feet, even as the final touches to her coiffure were applied. The crimson of her lips, her deep black hair, her emerald accentuated eyes and that dress. She looked damned good. A pulse, no, a throb, started in her nether regions and spread into an aching warmth.

"Now, for the final touch." purred Gina as she slid in behind her creation and placed a viridian-green, silk and lace choker around Liza's neck. As she did, she was pressing her hefty bulge against Liza's back, her breast forms nearly balanced on Liza's shoulders. "Perfect. Now no one will know you're not just another of the sisters, trying to hide her Adam's Apple."

Liza was in a haze. Her lust had suddenly been switched on just by looking at herself in the mirror. She'd never considered herself overly vain before, but that was about to change. She was going to strut to HER booth and lay down tracks till the boys and girls creamed themselves.

"I just have to keep this job. I HAVE TO!" became the silent mantra in Liza's mind. If dressing this way could feel this good... she didn't know if she'd ever want to go home.

"It's time to open the doors, Girls!" Called Gina. "Liza, we need your magic tonight."

Swaggering out of the dressing room and up the stairs to her booth, Liza didn't even notice that she was inching taller. It wasn't from her heels, no, she was growing. Her added height was more than noticeable to anyone else as she approached 5'11" in her three inch heels. Her shoulders too were becoming subtly broader, ready to support the muscles that were even now beginning to bulge with hidden strength... and not so hidden strength. Liza seemed ignorant of her changing stature. Her dress still fit perfectly and that was all that mattered.

Music blasted forth upon the crowd. They had been lined up, all down the street, just waiting to pay their cover and see the girls of Diva's Desire do their thing. These majestic drag queens didn't lip sync the classics, they blew them away. They sang with such rich and sultry voices that no one could deny their talents. By the time Josephine finished her rendition of "La Vie en Rose" the crowd was misty eyed with romance. When Tina finished "Proud Mary", everyone was ready to be rolling on the river.

The energy of the room was charged and Liza never let the beat drop. Gina seemed to wield her MC's mic like a magic wand. The crowd was flowing with her whims, heightening the music's effects.

Liza was loving her new job. Songs she had never heard before were suddenly all-time favorites, and even songs she'd actively disliked before, now seemed to make her belly pulse with heat. Under the gaff, a change had been growing. Liza's clit and hood were over an inch long, pressing against the fabric. Her lips, once wet and slick with lust, were sticking together, sealing themselves as she felt something move through her lower belly.

She still hadn't noticed on a conscious level. All she wanted to do was keep spinning discs and rubbing her thighs together in her slinky green dress. Something felt different, she knew that, but it felt good, so she didn't care.

The club had been open for a couple of hours when Gina let the crowd know they'd be back after a short break. Liza took her cue and prepared a set to play without her having to watch it. A nod from Gina had Liza following her to the back door.

The back alley of Diva's Desire was cleaner than you'd expect, and even darker. Gina was already beginning to lean her back against the cool cement wall by the time Liza made it out to the alley. She had produced her pack of Newports, pulled one to her lips, and then offered one to Liza, who gratefully accepted the slim strip of tobacco filled paper.

"Thanks, babe. You're a prince." Liza purred in a voice that was decidedly lower than before. Her jaw was broader and subtly less feminine.

Gina produced a lighter from somewhere and lit Liza's cig' before lighting her own. They pulled the burning smoke into their lungs. Liza coughed but couldn't understand why. Hadn't she been smoking for years?

"Mmm I needed this." Gina half moaned, with eyes closed, at the relief of her addiction. "But do you know what Mama really needs?" She said looking into Liza's eyes.

Somehow Liza knew that this was her signal to get on her knees. She took a long drag off her cigarette and descended. Gina had pulled up her dress with one hand. Her deep red panties bulged with her impressive package.

Liza's left hand moved on its own to the rim of those cherry panties, her right hand still holding the lit cigarette out and away. She pulled down the top edge and released the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. It stood nine inches tall and proud. The thick, circumcised rod was achingly red. Liza knew only one thing that could soothe its fever.

Leaning forward, leading with her immaculate red lips, she licked the exposed head and swirled her tongue around it. The taste was indescribable. She only knew that it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Her eyes shot open wide in surprise before clamping shut again. She thrust forward, carefully keeping her teeth clear of the sensitive skin. She did not stop till the head of that magnificent beast was deep in her throat and her nose brushed Gina's pubic hair.

She used every technique she had ever learned with her former boyfriends, and a few more she didn't know she had. Bobbing, licking, sucking and stroking till after just a few short minutes, Gina groaned with her impending climax.

Rather than pulling back, Liza redoubled her efforts until gobs of thick gelatinous spunk coated the back of her throat and the inside of her mouth. Liza moaned in heightened lust, a feeling that didn't seem to center where it used to. She looked up into Gina's eyes, past the pulled up fabric and the hand holding it. She kept their eyes locked together as she let the delicious pinnacle of flesh slip from her open lips. She extended her tongue, cupped to show off a good portion of the load she'd just been fed. The tongue pulled back, the mouth closed, and with hardly exaggerated rapture, Liza swallowed.

Liza rose to her feet, took the last drag from her cigarette, ash dangling from the tip, and as Gina lowered her dress, Liza pressed her lips to Gina's and blew the smoke into her lungs. They stayed like this for a long moment until they both conceded that they still had to breathe. They shared a final kiss before returning inside.

They stopped in the dressing room on the way down the back hallway. Fixing their makeup and making sure their dresses were in pristine condition... or as close to it as one could hope after kneeling in an alley... and proceeded back to the dance floor, the stage, and the DJ booth.

Their return to the second half of the show was heralded by a raucous chorus of applause, cheers, and whistles. Starla got the crowd pumped with her rendition of "It's Raining Men'' and the other girls were back in action. Barbara took it up to eleven with "Don't Rain on My Parade" and the crowd cheered and roared with energy.

In the DJ booth, Liza felt like she'd been doing this for years. She was loving every minute of it and kept licking the inside of her lips, remembering Gina's treat. Inside her, the odd sensation from before was returning to her lower belly.

The sliding feeling moved right down through her belly and into her "Pussy". She felt something descend as two plump testicles filled her newly sealed scrotum. Her "Clit" was growing steadily now, her hood becoming foreskin. With each pulse of the music, with each throb of her heart beat, her former clit grew larger. It soon passed three inches, then five. Liza moaned, her eyes closed as the music played and her cock slid down her gaff till it was an impressive eight inches long and a full two inches across.

She moaned audibly as her new manhood tried to surge to fullness but was blocked by the gaff. Her tits were tingling with sensation too. She hadn't been overly impressive before at a modest B-cup but, the dress she wore now, the one that had seemed a bit loose in the bust before, was filling to its limit with firm tit-flesh. In fact, it was a little too firm.

The sensation in Liza's chest was changing, as if the surface was moving inward. She changed records and started the next song. One of her sisters was singing something amazing but Liza couldn't pay attention to it. She closed her eyes with lust fueled heat and cupped her large breast... forms. They were impressive Silicone DD's. Gina sure had good taste. Liza was glad that he was treated so well. That he and all the 'girls' were valued at Diva's Desire. He couldn't believe his luck in finding a job where he could be himself. Herself? Pronouns get so confusing sometimes.

The silicone compressed under his hands, adhered to his shaved chest with a mild glue. There were days where he wished he could feel through them. Sometimes it seemed like he remembered being able to, but he shook off the feeling as fantasy. No, he'd always been a fabulous boy but, while in drag, he could be 'She' for a while.

Another hour into the set and the crowd was a frenzy of sexual energy. Boys were paired up with boys or 'girls', dancing, caressing and groping openly on the dance floor. Looking out, over the sea of hyper-sexed faces, Liza didn't see any cis-women. She had been sure that she saw some entering earlier. She shook her head, dismissing it as a silly thought. Of course the girls must have left when they realized they'd never be as sexy as the drag queens on stage... or the ones in the crowd.

2:00 am arrived and brought the set to a close. Liza sipped her latest Moscow Mule through a straw to protect her lipstick. The music went down and the lights began to slowly come up. Those dedicated party goers who had remained on the dance floor to the last beat, were now holding hands and heading upstairs to the remaining private... and public rooms.

Mariah and Celine were almost done putting the bar to rights, and Liza had just put the last of her records away, when Gina came to find her.

"I'm so glad I hired you, Lover." Gina purred in her way, stroking painted nails down Liza's arms and around her well-padded hip forms. Liza leaned into the caresses when Gina said, "It's time to go home."

Hand in hand, Liza followed Gina down the stairs from the booth and back out through the rear of the club to the alley. There was a lust-red sports car waiting. Gina got in the driver's side after holding the passenger door open for Liza.

They drove off into the night. They didn't have to go far before Gina pulled into the parking garage of a downtown skyscraper. Liza was surprised when they took the private elevator to the top floor penthouse. Stepping into the luxurious apartment, Liza couldn't help but gasp at its opulence.

Down the hall, they entered a room that rivaled a Broadway dressing room, full sized lighted mirror vanities, wigs, and costumes filled much of the space, along with an astounding array of makeup choices. Gina looked back over her shoulder to Liza and said, "Can you get my zipper?"

Obliging, Liza stepped in close and slowly slid the zipper down. Gina stepped away and turned back to face Liza. She let the dress fall away till it pooled around her ankles. She stood in those now familiar red panties and a strapless bra. Her gorgeous cock and hefty balls were straining the fabric below while the bra held back the substantial breast forms.

Reaching up, Gina carefully slid her precious wig from her head, revealing short dark brown hair. She placed the wig on one of the empty mannequin heads on the illuminated vanity and then ran her fingers through her hair.

She approached Liza, hugging her close. Gina slid down the zipper of Liza's dress in turn, and helped lower it to the ground. Then she reached her fingers up and slid them into the edge of Liza's hair. Her fingers slid under the edge of the wig Gina had 'lent her', slipping it free. It too was carefully placed on a mannequin head before Gina turned back to look at the close cropped, light brown, almost dirty blond hair on Liza's head.

The two men embraced once again. Liza's cock protested its entrapment as lips crashed into lips and tongues dueled. They both had the same idea at the same time and reached behind one another to remove the other's brassiere.

They separated long enough to carefully peel back the breast forms from each other's chests and set them in their holders on the counter. Returning to each other, Gina peeled off Liza's hip pads and pulled the gaff down Liza's legs, freeing the monster from its cage. Tasting the air for the first time Liza's cock surged to full attention.

Liza couldn't remember ever being this hard before. Surely he must have been at some point. It must be an effect of the amazing man before him. After all, Gina's cock was a full inch longer than his own impressive staff.

Liza turned around then, winked over his shoulder at Gina and darted into the adjoining bedroom. With a strong leap, Liza jumped on to the bed and then wiggled his perfect bubble butt at the grinning Gina.

That night, my horny reading devils, they made love, and they fucked. They tasted and teased. They removed each other's makeup, revealing their truth to one another. They enjoyed each other in dozens of ways until neither could stay awake. Then they lay together on the orgy-sized bed, sleeping, spooned tightly together.

It was nearly noon when they stirred, along with their morning wood. Gina rubbed his stubble against Liza's shoulder and said, "You know, I never did ask you for your real name."

"It's Louis." Liza replied.

"Richard." Gina offered.

"Pleased to meet you."

It was impossible to keep from smiling as he said that.

Louis burst into laughter and Richard followed suit. Louis pressed his butt back into the morning wood of his lover and with a single look invited Rick to fuck him again.

Richard reached behind him to the nightstand and pressed the top on the dispenser several times until a small puddle of lube pooled in his hand. He began coating his nine inch behemoth before pressing the rest into Louis' rosebud.

"I already feel like an oil slick back there." teased Louis

"Too much lube is almost enough." came the playful retort.

Wasting no time, Richard put his hand on Louis' hip and pressed inward. His tip compressed and almost bent for a moment, as it met resistance, but it only lasted the few seconds it took Louis to relax and take a deep breath. His pucker opened for the invading member, stretching pleasantly around Richard's impressive girth.

The spear of pleasure slid home till it impaled fully into Louis to the fullest extent. Louis moaned and clenched around the organ that filled him so completely. It was like he was made to take this cock.

Richard stayed still for several moments, feeling Louis relax and get used to him. When his lover's clenching grip loosened, Richard began to thrust slowly in and out, sawing steadily. The head and shaft of his cock rubbed against the front wall of Louis' rectum, pressing against his prostate with each stroke.

His hand slid from Louis' hip, up his rippling abdomen to his firm pecs, and gently rubbed and pinched the tiny masculine nipples he found there, drawing a gasp from Louis' lips.

Louis reached behind him till his hand cupped the well muscled hips and ass that Richard had worked so hard for. He didn't try to force any action, no, he just wanted as much contact with his lover as possible.

Richard took his action as an invitation to move faster. He pumped his powerful glutes, thrusting his cock deep into Louis, only to pull out and thrust again and again and again.

Louis cooed in a lilting feminine tone imagining himself in his Liza persona. Richard's technique was doing things to him he had never imagined. His prostate was building a glow inside his core like a cartoon depiction of a nuclear reactor. It built and built until... fission.

White light blinded him and Louis screamed as a full body orgasm cascaded through him. Clear pre spurted from his untouched cock as his prostate fulfilled its most treasured purpose.

Richard didn't stop, he didn't slow, he kept thrusting as he climbed closer to his own peak. Louis shook as his orgasm kept going, dipped briefly, only to surge again into a new peak. His cock twitched against his abs and the now wet sheets below.

Getting closer, Richard picked up the pace, held his breath for a moment, and then blasted a torrent of cum into his lover's ass. His breath flooded back out of him in a shaking exhalation. Spurt after spurt of jizz emptied into Louis, setting him off to shocking third prostate orgasm.

Tears leaked from the corners of Louis' eyes, processing more bliss than he'd ever experienced in his life till now. His deflating cock looked as tired as he felt and just as glowing. Sweat dripped off the rippling muscles of both men.

Richard wrapped his arms around Louis, hugging them close together. He kissed the back of Louis' neck, eliciting a moan from his lover's smiling lips.

After a moment of cuddling, Louis' eyes opened in shock. Richard's cock wasn't going soft.

Richard pulled back and slid home.

"Again?!" exclaimed Louis in surprise.

"Are you complaining?" Richard grunted with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

"Fuck no! I just don't know what I did to get so lucky... ohhhh... fuck meee... unnngghh."

"As you wish." quoted Richard, and then he did.

Sometime later, after a shared shower and an early-afternoon breakfast, Richard and Louis relaxed on the sprawling couch that looked out of the living room's picture windows, with a view over the whole city.

"You know, I could get used to this." Louis said with a lazy smirk.

"Maybe you should. You could move in here and keep me company. If it wouldn't be too much of a bother." Richard said with a small knot of hope tied in his otherwise even delivery.

"You're not teasing me are you?" Louis asked enthusiastically. "Gee, let me think. Should I keep renting a smelly couch in a two room apartment... or move into a massive penthouse with the most gorgeous drag queen in existence. Yes! Yes, I'll move in with you!" Louis beamed and kissed Richard with all the passion he had.

After several long moments, they parted lips just long enough for Richard to moan, "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The End