Victoria

Victoria woke up, and noticed her feminine male-wife husband, Glam, was gone. She stumbled downstairs, braiding her hair, and saw Glam with an apron on, cooking bacon. He always woke up at 5:30am, like a psycho. He was an early bird and a night owl. He only got two hours of sleep every night.

“Glam.. why the hell are you up so early..” She hissed. Victoria look at Glam. His long, fluffy blonde hair was perfectly done, as always, and his big blue raccoon eyes were surrounded by eyebags, of course since he never slept. Glam was very feminine. He was a little taller than Vicky, but he weighed less. Vicky could effortlessly pick him up. Glam wore a pink shirt with a denim vest, a choker that was black, a twisted sister patch on his vest, and jeans, and tall, black combat boots. His nails were black and he had mascara on. He was a bit of a health nut, planning his life and meals out a week ahead. He was also a fucking genius. He was a guitarist, bassist, violinist, and keyboardist. He could fluently speak and read latin, and english, and russian. He could play chess, and won every time. He was quiet, intuitive, and creative. He always had a smile plastered onto his face, and even vicky didn’t know why. Vicky didn’t know anything about Glams past. He was so mysterious.