Queen Jazzmun is a ruby-lipped, turquoise eye-shadowed, leotard and tights wearing fashion fairy godmother. A vision in mahogany, her majesty is an actress, an impersonator and, for purposes of today, a high heel coach.

On a Wednesday evening a dozen women are playing after hours in swanky Santa Monica shoe store Il Primo Passo and waiting for Queen Jazzmun's high heel walking class. The youthful crowd mingles and shops, all the while guzzling champagne. They eye Lacroix, they finger Zanotti; her royal highness sneaks glances and judges how well these swans glide round whilst six-inches off the earth.

And then donning an all-black corseted leotard with a single pompadour sleeve, HRH Jazz takes to the stage and welcomes the class and offers to field questions. Film credits? "‘The 40-Year Old Virgin' and ‘Dreamgirls.'" Claim to fame? "The first ever to impersonate Tina Turner." Shoe size? "Size 10 - super model size."

The class begins with each student showing off her walking skills from cash register to front door. The Queen saunters around in metallic beaded sandals with fringed ankle straps, calling out, "We're fabulous and everyone can see us." Solo walks are soon replaced with couplings and elevated further when Jazz challenges them to walk-off: the girls face each other, strutting to meet in the middle and walk around each other - like curious dogs - always eying the other, their competition. "Never look down," commands the Queen. "We know you're wearing shoes!"

Suddenly a champagne cork pops in the background! Too many women in a shop full of shoes and booze and nary a lesson can stand uninterrupted, even if the teacher is a glamorous drag queen.

Props soon enter the equation as Jazz picks bags from among the shelves of shoes. "It's not about us. It's about the shoes, the purse and the garment." She demonstrates a cocky swagger across the floor. Determined students line up to take turns walking with bags on crooked elbows. Montana Avenue passersby are halted by a glimpse of the statuesque Queen and peer in curiously through the front windows. Dog walkers and couples licking ice cream cones smile, captivated by Jazz, lingering for five or ten minutes.

Jazz excuses herself as her students cry for drink refills; she reappears in a black mini dress, Diana Ross wig and gold and scarlet platforms. The shoes, sold at the boutique, evoke squeals from her students and one demands them to be brought out in her size. Someone asks her majesty how many pairs of shoes she personally owns. "Oh my God, infinity!" she boasts. I'll bet this fashion fairy godmother even own a glass slipper.

If you're interested in taking one of Queen Jazzmun's classes then call +1.310.828.4149 for more details.

Story by Leah Melby.

This article is part of LA2DAY's new Saturday editorial section, We Are Not Vogue.