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Class Play
By Alyssa Davis
"No, no, Sally. You don't have enough feeling!" I shouted.
I had been assigned as student director for our senior class
play, under the supervision of Mrs. Pearson, our drama teacher.
We were into the second day of rehearsal and Mrs. Pearson was
still sorting out talent. This was a combined audition and
rehearsal. In twelve short weeks, we were to perform, in front of
an audience, what seemed like an impossible task.
"Let me show you what I mean."
I jumped up on stage and demonstrated to Sally how I thought the
lines should have been acted out. The story was about two
television news anchors, a male and a female, who were competing
for the lead position on the news program. The lady, the junior
member of the team, was trying hard for the job, taking it very
seriously, while her male partner, convinced that he was secure
in his position, didn't consider her a threat to his job and,
instead, was constantly trying to hit on her for a date, causing
a major distraction. In this scene, Sally's character was
conducting an on-camera interview with a prominent person. She
was acting out her lines, but not very convincingly, not as if
she was portraying a person struggling for her career. I took
Sally's position in the interview and read her lines, projecting
my voice and attitude with the confidence of an experienced
anchorwoman, complete with feminine hand gestures and voice
inflections, as I wanted her to do.
When I had finished, Mrs. Pearson, watching from the audience
position, applauded, saying, "Excellent Mark, you did that very
well. That's how I also see the part played."
She approached the stage, motioned me over to her and said
quietly, "I want you to take Sally's part and let her direct. You
know exactly how the part should be read. Your talent should be
in front of the curtain, not behind it."
"But Mrs. Pearson, the part is written for a female. Diane is an
anchor WOMAN... we can't change that," I proclaimed with
alarm...(another act).
My heart was beating fast... I would love to take a girl's part.
The thought of it excited me in places that felt good. I've been
playacting as a girl for years, ever since my older sister Ann
started dressing me in her clothes when we were little and having
pretend tea parties. With Ann's help, I've learned to enjoy
pretending I was a girl; watching real girls, how they dress,
walk, talk, gesture, their makeup and hairstyles, everything. I'm
totally fascinated by the feminine mystique. I never have
associated well with boys. I'm too frail for most athletic
activities and I don't care for them anyway. Demonstrating to
Sally how her part should be read came natural to me, and Mrs.
Pearson thought I was acting.
"Yes, I'm aware that it's a woman's part, Mark, but this is
theater and a good thespian can play any role. You're a talented
young man; I know you can handle the part. You're not a very
large boy and could easily take a female's part, and you read the
lines so well. You prove to me that you're capable and you'll get
your A grade for the course. Consider it a test."
At 5'3" and 127 pounds, I was small for a boy but fine for a
girl. She was correct about my gender swapping. I knew I could be
a passable girl.
Mrs. Pearson was unknowingly asking me to do what I have dreamed
of and I was to be rewarded with an A grade as well! I reminded
her that there were romantic scenes in the play that would be
very awkward for all of us... two males kissing on stage. She
said that added to the challenge of me presenting myself as a
woman... if I could convince everyone, the visual impact would be
diminished. She wouldn't let go. Actually, I really didn't want
her to; I was hoping she wouldn't accept my mild protests. I had
to make it look like I was being coerced. She reminded me that
Ann was in her class last year, performed a difficult part in
their class play, did an excellent job, and she expected no less
from me. 'Oh darn,' I thought, 'I always have to walk in my
sister's shoes... now I get to walk in the rest of her clothes,
too.'
So, I started to learn the lines for Diana, the anchorwoman. On
Friday afternoon, Mrs. Pearson called me to her office for a
chat. After a lengthy approach, she finally addressed the subject
that good actors traditionally get into the character for their
role, even as they study for it. It helps tremendously. I was
almost afraid to ask what she had in mind, but I didn't have
to... she said I should be crossdressed when I study my lines and
thereafter, as much as possible to feel like the woman I was
portraying and get in the proper frame of mind. She realized I
couldn't attend class in a skirt, but I could certainly dress in
an androgynous style and wear girl's underwear under my clothes
to keep me in the mood. With that in mind, she had arranged to
get me excused from physical ed. so I'd have no problem in the
locker room with my peers. She also took the liberty of talking
to my sister and my parents who all agreed to help me with the
part. I guess she did everything but arrange for me to have sex
change surgery, and she wasn't going to argue the issue, not that
I was going to give her any. When I arrived home that day, Ann
was ready for me. This is what she was always waiting for... I
guess we both were. She knew my innermost feelings.
"Mark, Mrs. Pearson called me! She told me about the part you're
playing and wants my help."
"Yes, I know, she told me too, and of course you refused, right?"
"Oh yeah, right... you bet I did... and you get to start
IMMEDIATELY! Can you believe it... we don't have to hide
anymore," she whispered, "You can be out in the open."
Without hesitation, she handed me an ensemble of her underwear...
hose, panties and a bra.
"Put these on... from now on, they're yours. We're going to be
sisters!"
"Don't get carried away, Sis. It's only a part in a play. It'll
soon be over, then back into the closet."
I went to my room and willingly changed into my new things. I had
put on the panties and was struggling with the bra hooks when she
came in and helped me. She reminded me that next time, I should
hook it in the front and rotate the bra around, putting the
straps on last.
"Better get used to that," she said, "it's going to be a regular
thing for you now."
I did know, but in the excitement, I forgot. Then, she handed me
a slip, skirt and sweater to wear. I padded the bra with nylon
stockings. I had always felt so natural dressed this way. My
female persona emerged as my appearance changed from boy to
girl... the real me.
I knew I'd have no problem playing Diane, the TV anchorwoman.
I've been playing Marla, the name Ann gave me, for years. Since
we were very young, we've been having dress up parties in secret
with Ann using me as her personal "Barbie Doll" and I have
enjoyed every minute of it. That is, I enjoyed the clothes, but
it never progressed into where she taught me many feminine
mannerisms. It wasn't her intent to transform me into a girl, but
rather just to use me as a clothing model. But the interest was
always there, and I learned much on my own.
"This will surely help put you in character," she said, jokingly.
I finished dressing, cross dressing, and went downstairs to
study. With Ann's clothes and my long hair, I easily looked every
bit like a girl. Mom saw me for the first time and commented on
how pretty I looked. She had never seen me dressed to this
extent, it was a well-kept secret, but now, she wasn't
surprised... Mrs. Pearson had gotten to her also. I stayed home
all weekend and openly lounged around the house in my sister's
skirts and dresses. Ann and Mom loved my new look and went out of
their way to treat me like a real girl. Dad stayed neutral, but
was glad I was making the best of an awkward situation. Oh yes, I
agreed with him... it was painful to be put through this, but I
was up to it. Ann, now in earnest, performed her duty and coached
me on all the fine points: how a girl sits in a skirt, how she
walks, talks and acts. We'd play acted a little before, but now
it was to be for an audience. Mom filled in what Sis left out. My
mother helping me do what I always wanted to do but kept secret
from her for years... how ironic!
Every morning, I routinely put on my panties, pantyhose, and a
bra (without any pads) under Ann's slacks or jeans and tops, and
went to school. It took only a short while for my erection to
subside from the sensation of these delightful items against my
skin. I had worn girl's underwear many times, but never around
other people, especially my peers. At first, I felt a little
strange, embarrassed, "different", thinking I'd be noticed, but
very quickly, the "feeling" become very natural. I wore Ann's
bulky sweaters or a jacket so my bra didn't show, always wishing
that I could let it be seen.
It was odd, looking at the girls now in a different light, and
knowing that I was wearing all the same clothing they had on,
feeling the same tactile sensation they did. The tightness of the
panties, the binding of a bra. Something I always wished I could
do. Mrs. Pearson was right, I found myself identifying with them
even more... like we had something special in common. I think I
was acting differently to them, maybe a little more effeminate,
certainly more in common, because they became unusually cordial
with me after school, even inviting me to join their study
groups. Of course, the word was out that I was playing a female
part, and the girls loved it. Odd, the boys sympathized with
me... they knew Mrs. Pearson!
As directed, I continued to wear Ann's clothes at home, with the
family's consent and encouragement! I even got the courage to
venture out in public dressed in more feminine attire such as
dresses and heels, with Ann. This took more courage from me since
I had never done so in the past. I had to adjust to being seen in
skirts and dresses... and the sensation of feeling so naked and
vulnerable with the cool breezes flowing up my skirt. It was
heaven! Her friends thought I looked wonderful and appreciated
what I was being forced to do. My diminutive size, long hair, and
cosmetics, with Ann's help, made me a passable young lady,
especially in high heels. I even tried, for contrast, going out
in my own clothes, with minimal makeup, and was still mistaken
for a girl. It was great.
I seemed to be in a perpetual state of sexual euphoria. Must
learn to control that. For the play, I might have to tie my
maleness back... a bulge in my skirt would be disastrous. I was
taking nightly bubble baths, pampering my skin with lotions and
cremes, and conditioning my hair to enhance its body and sheen. I
didn't have to do all this, but I wanted to maintain " the mood"
and also found it delightfully satisfying to do feminine things.
It was all becoming so natural. My effeminate gestures and
mannerisms became instinctive, impressing Mom and myself. Maybe
too much so. I mustn't lose sight of the fact that I was a boy
and would have to revert back, but I did so enjoy being a girl.
And, I was receiving so much encouragement. Mom was very pleased
that I was so involved in the school play, especially with such
an important part but she also had adjusted to having two
daughters.
As Marla, I was even into helping her set the table, doing dishes
and other domestic chores. This, of course, delighted Ann. Mom
openly admitted she was going to miss having another daughter
after the play. That pleased me... she considered me a daughter.
And I admit, I loved being her daughter. Mrs. Pearson was right;
you do get into the character by living the part. I was feeling
very womanly, and as I read my lines, they were noticeably
becoming very natural.
The dress rehearsal date was approaching. I had asked Frank, my
leading man, to come over so we could rehearse alone together
before doing our thing in front of the other cast members. It was
to be a major adjustment for both of us. He was pleasantly
surprised to see me so pretty while dressed as a girl, in a
skirt, blouse, and high heels, although he knew Mrs. Pearson had
ordered me to do it. We practiced our roles, repeating until we
were satisfied, and skipping the romantic parts. Frank was
impressed by how ladylike I was in the part and how perfectly I
read my lines. I told him I'd had a lot of practice at home, and
I was feeling the character, being in woman's clothes all the
time, something professional actors do. He was surprised that I
actually followed through with crossdressing full time and had
taken to so well. I couldn't disclose to him my real feelings,
that in my heart, I was a girl!
After several sessions together, we decided that we had
everything down except the love scenes which we knew had to be
done. I invited Frank for a final run-through. For this, I
dressed especially pretty for him, wearing a casual cotton dress
revealing my extra-padded bra, tan stockings, high-heels and my
hair up with a few strands hanging on each side, along with
pendent earrings. In this outfit, I looked petite and very
feminine. I wanted Frank to totally forget that I was a male. We
went through our roles one last time, skipping nothing. I decided
to make it even more real for Frank, so I had also put on pink
lipstick and a dab of perfume behind my ears and on my bosom. I
told Frank it would add to the realism. We came to the part were
Ron, the anchorman, convinces Diane to date him, and, at the end
of the date, where she stops feuding and warms up to him, he
kisses her. We were both nervous. Neither of us looked forward to
the impending kiss, but this is Theater Arts. Frank took me into
his arms and planted a quick kiss on my lips.
I said, "Is that it? Is that how you kiss a girl on a date?" I
asked, trying to be professional.
"I can't forget you're not a girl, Mark," he replied shyly.
"In this part, I am a woman, Frank. We're actors, remember? Keep
telling yourself I'm a woman. Close your eyes, use your
imagination! And my name is MARLA."
Frank looked at me, surprised, then smiled. He hesitated, than
pulled me into his arms and kissed me fully on the lips.
"That's a little better. But watch."
I grabbed Frank and kissed him full on the mouth with my mouth
open, holding him tightly. I had no problem feeling that I was a
woman. I was dressed for it and completely in character. He could
taste my lipstick and smell the essence of my perfume. He could
feel my soft skin. My long, silky, womanly hair. My breasts
pressing into him. I think the image of my femininity hit him. He
relaxed and pulled me tightly to his body, becoming the aggressor
at which time I submitted. His lips parted, our tongues met. His
mouth tasted so sweet. I had gotten to him like a woman kissing a
man, and I was that woman. All that getting into character had
affected me. I was getting sexually aroused, and so was he. We
both got erect, our hard members becoming apparent to each other.
I liked what I was doing to him... but I also enjoyed what he was
doing to me. I didn't want to stop. How will I ever be able to
get out of the female character, I wondered? Or did I really want
to? We broke the kiss and Frank slumped into a chair. He began to
blush as he tried to cover his bulge in the presence of a girl.
"Now, my dear, am I not a woman?" I asked, sounding and feeling
very much like one.
In a sense, I knew what I was feeling towards Frank wasn't right,
but how could anything so good be so bad?
"I... I'm not sure, Marla. I'm beginning to wonder what you are?
I know you're really a male, but you look, act, and kiss like a
woman."
He called me Marla... I liked that.
"Thank you, Frank, I've worked very hard to get that effect.
We're going to have to do that in the play several times for
three performances, so get used to it," I warned.
I was ready. I was enjoying myself. Frank was a big guy, and very
handsome, something I had just begun to notice. Kissing him
wasn't all that bad, in fact, it was great, although I'd never
kissed a boy before, but then, I'd never felt this much like a
woman before either. I had become totally immersed in this role
of Diane, the TV anchor, or was it Marla?
We went over that part one more time, this time Frank, at the
proper moment, took me into his arms and, without hesitation,
kissed me warmly on my lips. Again, I submitted and returned his
kiss warmly. We held the position longer than we needed, but
neither of us wanted to break. I gently stroked the back of his
head while his hand began to grope me, feeling its way to my bra
and it's padded cups. I welcomed his touch. I reached down and
touched his groin, hard with arousal, with my open hand. He
pressed in closer. I had never touched another boy's organ
before, but I felt no shame. I was feeling very feminine at this
moment and had forgotten that we were both boys. Finally, I
pulled away.
"My goodness! You certainly take a girl's breath away," I said,
girlishly arranging my hair.
This time he gave me no argument about my gender. He asked me if
I'd like to go out with him for some ice cream. I declined saying
I didn't dare to go out in public in girl's clothes and I didn't
want to bother to change, but thanks anyway. I didn't tell him as
Marla, I'd been out many times with Ann. Frank left and I went up
to freshen my lipstick, though I don't know why. Ann noticed me
wearing her lipstick, something I rarely did, and I told her why
I was wearing it. She agreed what I did was a good idea to
enhance my image for Frank to kiss me. That night, I slept in a
silk nightgown... I didn't want to break the spell.
The next day, we had the dress rehearsal, my first public
appearance in woman's clothes where my peers would recognize me.
This time, I had to go all out and look my best. My costume was a
woman's business suit: a short skirt, blouse, jacket, nylons and
high heels. Necklace and earrings completed the outfit. I had my
ears pierced so I could wear earrings. Ann had wanted me to do it
years ago, but now we could use this part as the excuse. My own
long hair was pulled back into a bun and tied with a black
ribbon. With the theatrical makeup, I was stunning, especially
with a naturally formed bra under my blouse, and everybody was
amazed at my chest development. Mom and Ann had pitched in and
bought me silicon breast forms for my bra. The shape and weight
of my new bosom, proportionate to my figure, was so genuine, it
gave me additional poise. I walked, acted, and sat like a real
lady. I wasn't the least bit self conscious... Mrs. Pearson knew
what she was doing; getting me into character for the part so far
in advance, and my sister's coaching gave me confidence. The
rehearsal went perfectly, and the kissing scenes went very well.
With my new feminine image, the cast forgot that I was Mark, a
boy, I think Frank did too.
He was relaxed... our kisses were short but very real man-woman
embraces.
The play's public performances went smoothly, and were followed
by the usual cast party. Of course, I went as Diane, my
character, in full makeup and with my hair professionally coifed
for the play. I totally loved my appearance and I would not have
changed if they asked me. The girls buzzed around accepting me as
if I was one of them, and I did feel like a real woman, thanks to
Mrs. Pearson. I had even gotten dressed and had my makeup done in
the girl's dressing room where I was accepted by all the others
without question. After all, I couldn't very well do that in the
boy's room. While sitting in my bra and slip, I was even invited
to a slumber party! Of course, I accepted. Even the boys
complimented me and said what a good sport I was for taking the
part (like I had a choice), and how pretty I was in drag. I think
my small size and my acquired femininity had made everyone forget
I was still a boy.
At the party, Frank quietly asked me leave with him and get a
bite to eat. This time I didn't decline. I was dressed perfectly
and ready to be seen. We dined, and went for a short walk in the
park, (I was wearing high heels) holding hands. I felt no guilt
about that and, I guess, neither did Frank. We sat and talked for
a while. He put his arm around me and asked me what my plans
were, that is, did I intend to continue to dress as a girl. I
replied that I might... that it was fun and I had begun to enjoy
it. I asked him why he wanted to know. He replied that he thought
Marla was attractive and he wanted to date her. He wanted to
forget I was male. He wanted to call me Marla.
I told him I loved the name, and yes, Marla would go out with
him. With that, he kissed me, better than we had rehearsed, a
warm, wet, passionate kiss. As a man kisses a woman. He had
genuine feelings for me, this time. While embraced, we gently
touched each other all over, escalating our desire, but quitting
before we lost control.
I told Ann about Frank wanting to date Marla, while I was
undressing in her room. She thought that it would be fun for me
to experience dating as a girl, especially since it meant that
I'd want to continue to openly cross dress, if only occasionally.
I knew I'd have trouble being a boy again. I never wanted to be a
boy in the first place. She enjoyed having a sister and promised
to help me. I told her Marla enjoyed being her sister and
wouldn't disappoint her. She might even wind up with a brother-
in-law.
I got my A grade.
Epilog
I continued dressing as a girl full time, in school wearing
androgynous looking jeans and tops, and out of school in skirts
and dresses as much as possible. For me, Mark ceased to exist. To
my classmates, the transition was so gradual that no one paid any
notice.
After graduation, I lived as Marla full time, totally
transgendered. Frank and I became steady dates. I found
employment as a woman and became engaged to Frank. We ultimately
became life partners in a small unofficial wedding ceremony among
very close friends where I was the bride, gown and all. Ann was
my maid of honor. Frank and I lived as husband and wife. I had
found my true identity.
We have even considered adopting children. I think I'd be a good
mother.
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