Sophie-May walked across the dance floor to the bar to get herself a drink and scan the room. It didn’t take her long to find who she was looking for. The tall, long haired woman in the middle of the club demanded attention. When Sophie-May finally managed to catch her eye she watched as she sashayed across the floor to join her at the bar.

“Hello, darling!” she gushed, giving Sophie-May a hug so tight she almost broke her spine.

“Hi! Can I get you a drink?” Sophie-May asked.

“No thanks, doll. I have a bottle of champagne open. Celebrating, aren’t I? It’s awful though; it tastes like cherry coke!”

The celebration was justified. The young lady Sophie-May was meeting had just been re-elected as the president of the university’s LGBT society. It was the first society to have held it’s elections for the committee for the following year and Sophie-May had been covering the story for the university newspaper.

The two girls squeezed their way to the middle of the club and danced under electric candles and drank the cheap champagne. After just over an hour they made their way to a couple of sofas to cool down and rest their feet.

“These shoes are killing me!”

“I’m not surprised!” Sophie-May laughed, admiring the huge platforms. “Congratulations again on the win. Is it alright to chat about it now?”

“Of course” she replied in her masculine, dark brown voice.

“Why did you first get involved with the LGBT society?”

“It’s something I feel strongly about. It’s just crazy that lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans people don’t have the same rights as everyone else! It is the 21^st century! And this is a particularly exciting because now I may be president when the gay marriage law is finally passed!” she beamed.

“Do you think the law will go through then?” Sophie-May asked.

“Yes. I hope so. It just has to. At the moment, two sixteen year old kids can get married and divorce each other six months later as long as they’re straight. Yet two adults in a committed, long term relationship can’t get married because they’re both the same sex? Or a married couple have to get divorced if one undergoes gender reassignment surgery? It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world. Gay people will fall in love, girls will be boys and boys will be girls and it’s about time the government finally acknowledged it!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Sophie-May cheered and they clinked their glasses of champagne.

It clearly wasn’t just Sophie-May whose attention was grabbed by this young lady. A group of guys were hovering nearby and one in particular couldn’t take his eyes of her. It was understandable; if you looked in her eyes, you could almost fall for her there and then. Winking at Sophie-May, she stood up, walked over to the guy who had been unable to tear himself away and asked him if he wanted to dance.

“What’s your name?” he asked looking nervous but ecstatic.

“Lola.”

“What? The music is too loud, I can’t hear you.”

“L-o-l-a. Lola.” She spelled out for him. “What’s yours?”

“Ray.”

They danced for a while before she led him back to the sofa to meet Sophie-May. One of the sofas was now taken by another group and so there was only once space left beside Sophie-May. In her platforms Lola stood nearly a foot taller than Ray so she took the seat and sat him on her knee and gave him a big kiss. They were all quite drunk on champagne by now and got a fit of the giggles. Lola excused herself and made her way to the toilet. Every couple of steps she was stopped by someone wanting so say hi or congratulate her.

“So, Ray and Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola the next big thing?” Sophie-May sang, showing how the champagne had gone to her head. Ray laughed.

“I only moved here a week ago. I’d never kissed a woman before.” He blushed. “I know I’m not the world’s most masculine man, but I’m glad I’m a man and so is Lola” he said.

“Well I’m glad you’re settling in here so well! I hope you’ll be joining the LGBT society now!”

“Of course!”

Lola came back, took Ray’s hand and said “Dear boy, I’m going to make you a man” and led him back to the dance floor. Sophie-May decided to call it a night. She was pretty drunk and had to get up early in the morning to write up her article. She hadn’t got much content for the interview but she was delighted Lola had won the election. She was lively, popular and a lot of fun and would only be good for the society.