Chocolate Cheesecake was having a crisis. He couldn’t forget what his grandma said about the drag queens. And indirectly, about him. His mind spun with worry as he paced around the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse, venting to his best friend, Thunderclap.
 
“I told her about the Fabulous Fables day and she got really mad!” He recounted. “She said drag queens were crimes against nature and I shouldn’t support them! She said they’re all confused! But I wear dresses just like those stallions! Am I confused too?”
 
“She’s just a crabby old lady who doesn’t know anything,” Thunder scoffed. “Don’t listen to her! Everyone else says it’s okay! Besides, don’t ya have fun wearing dresses?”
 
“I do, but no other colt does! It’s not normal!” He turned desperately to her. “Am I even a colt at all? Am I really a filly just because I like dresses? Maybe Grandma’s right, I am confused!”
 
“I feel ya, Cheeseboy,” Thunder patted his back and grew sober. “I feel ya.”
 
“You do? How? You make dresses, lots of fillies love dresses!”
 
“Yeah,” Thunder let out a halfhearted chuckle. “I like making dresses and looking at ‘em and everything, but wearing them? Nah. My Aunt Sweetie Belle got me a dress for my birthday last year and I hated it. It was super uncomfortable, and when I looked in the mirror I didn’t even look like…me. I tried on Motor’s tux one time and it was awesome. Am I supposed to be a colt? I don’t know.”
 
“Wow, I…had no idea. I guess we’re both confused…” Cheesecake sat down and pouted. “What are we gonna do?”
 
They both sat in pensive silence for a few moments before Thunder suddenly lit up. “Oh! The drag queens!”
 
“The drag queens?”
 
“Yeah! Don’t ya think they were confused once too? They gotta know something that’ll help us figure this out! We can ask ‘em next week at school!”
 
Cheesecake grinned. “Sure! Sounds like a plan!”