Every year, our college holds a pageant consisting of cross-dressed straight guys. This boosts org-spirit and the college as a whole. A representative for each org will compete showcasing his body, costumes, talents and wits. For my organization, the theme is 'rise of technology eventually causing chaos'. My orgmates really put time and effort in dealing with our rep's personality, costume design, make-up and production number in a week full of sleepless nights. I tried to extend my hand a few hours before the competition and boy do I feel proud that the younger batch was able to put up such good designs. It was stressful but at the same time, fulfilling. At one point, I marvel on the three-inch pointed heels of our rep's shoes, the skimpy clothing ensemble, the heavy gown accessories and intensive hair and make-up procedures which are all essentials for any kind of pageant. This way, the "boys" are able to feel how hard and meticulous the beauty regimens of girls are. That is not to say that every woman does the same thing but from the core of feminism, dealing with details and output-base demands are the norms. It was unfortunate that our rep wasn't in any place but at least, he was able to bag three special awards.