Snow White & the 7 Drags

Once upon a fortnight an old witch gifted a King a magic mirror and when he asked, “Looking-glass upon the wall, who is fairest of us all?” It would answer: “Snow White, your daughter, is the fairest of this kingdom.”
The King was quite pleased. He loved his child very much, he wanted her to have the best life, and he knew that beauty meant she would have her choice of suitors. But the princess stayed on her own and never showed interest in anyone. Worried, the King asked, “Looking-glass upon the wall, does my daughter want love at all?” The mirror’s surface changed, “Snow White wants love but does not feel deserving of it.”
Shocked by the revelation, the King ordered his best tailors to make the finest dresses. Word of Snow White’s unfathomable beauty spread all over the country, and the line of suitors grew ever longer.
The princess watched them from her window, but she did not want to talk to them. She cried herself to sleep every night, the dark circlets beneath her eyes growing ever more present. Her father, witnessing her restlessness, decided to throw a big festival for her birthday to cheer her up.
Dutifully, Snow White waved to her people as she wandered through the streets on her father’s arm. She wore her grandest dress and could feel the gazes on her. When she could not take it anymore, Snow White rushed into a tent to hide.
Inside, the white, pink, and blue stripes of the drapes softened the sunlight into a pastel hue. On the stage were seven people rehearsing their performance. They were clad in the most lavish outfits, make-up sitting heavy on their skin as they sang, danced, and painted.
Snow White watched in fascination, as if a spell had been put on her, until one of the seven noticed her. Then she remembered she wasn’t supposed to be in the tent at all. But as she went to leave, the performer called after her, “If you enjoyed our drag show, you are welcome to try it yourself!”
Snow White could not explain the pull she felt from the stage, she gathered all her strength to turn back. Immediately, the drags swarmed around her, “Oh, you are such a beauty,” “And an even finer prince you will make,” “A king if I have ever seen one!”
Snow White thought of her father, how disappointed he might be. But as the queens and kings went to work, they chatted away her worries. They put her in the most comfortable clothes – black silk pants, and a green tunic with golden embroidery, the top unbuttoned to show her flatly-bound chest. They cleverly tied up her long black hair to just fall to her ears, used make-up to enhance the angles of her face and finally, they glued on a beard.
When the seven drags were finished, they took a step back. They offered Snow White a mirror, and upon seeing her reflection, she fell to her knees, crying at the sight.
“Oh no, did we do something wrong?” One of the drags grabbed a wet towel, whilst another was about to pull the wig from Snow White’s head. But the princess, transformed into a king now, held on tightly. “Don’t,” he said. “This –– it’s perfect.”
From the empty rows of chairs came a cracked voice, “My son, you are beautiful!”
None of them had noticed the King stepping into the tent in search of his daughter. But he had watched in silence. He had seen how Snow White’s face relaxed with every small transformation, how he had laughed and become the man he was meant to be.