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25. A new week, a new beginning. Ms Thornbury stood up and shook the hand of the grey haired bespecticled lady from over the oak desk. "Thank you Mrs Ellicott, you have been most helpful." "No problem at all, it's what I do afterall. Don't hesitate to get in touch if you need any further assistance," she replied. "Of course, thank you again," said Ms Thornbury and she left the office. Outside she stood at the bottom of the steps, unfolded an umbrella to shelter from the light rain and glanced up at the building. The large black panelled door, the shiny plaque next to it that read 'Ellicott & Bradley Solicitors'. She thought for a fleeting second, had she done the right thing? The thought passed quickly and she strode off in the direction of the theatre. She slipped in through the side door of the theatre and made her way along the corridor till she found the HR office. She knocked twice, then calmly undid the door and stepped inside. "Oh hello...Constance.....ha.....how lovely to see you," June said in surprise. "Good morning June," she replied without emotion. She could sense the surprise and nervousness in her. "I need your assistance." "Ermm...ok. What is it?" June responed feeling a little uneasy . June knew Constance Thorbury through Penny Short and she was one of the most regular customers to the theatre. She had in fact made a complaint a few years back regarding an Usher. Despite her experience and training in dealing with people she found Ms Thronbury impossible to placate. She had demanded the young man be dismissed for what was seen by June as a minor infraction. A dismissal that might well have brought the theatre into a legal tangle. "I need you to arrange a meeting this afternoon, 3pm to be precise. I want all senior personel present." "Right..err......under whose authority..I .....will have to clear this with Mr Folds first," she said a little tentatively. "Oh there really is no need, Jeremy Folds will not be attending so please just get this arranged," she stared briefly at June, then turned and walked from the office leaving June feeling both a little compromised and releived that she had left her office. Constance walked to the back of the theatre and into the area where the dance studios were situated. She glanced carefully through the small window of the double doors from where she could here music. Being carefull not to be seen, she spotted him. Her face broke into a broad smile as she watched Matthew. Perched on one of the black high heeled dance shoes, the other leg bent at the knee was pulled up to make an upside down 'L' shape with the toes of the foot pointing strainght down and in line with the leg. The black tights showing off his smooth legs until they slipped under the pink flimsy skirt. The shiny blue leotard stretached across his torso and then the bit thar made her smile the most. The two prominent petrusions pushing out the shiny blue fabric on his chest. His face a healthy glow of pink, probably from his physical efforts but a little from his self conscious as well she guessed. His hair framed his face with the rear of the sides pulled up and held in place by clips. It was a shame there was not enough length for a pony tail she mused. His make up was was basic but obvious with dark lined eyes and red lips. Oh how she enjoyed pushing him out of the front door this morning. He had been dressed in the red peasant top and the short pleated red skirt. His old jacket had vanished, she had seen to that. Replaced with a pink hooded fleece. He looked so sweet as he walked along and out of the drive. His dance kit bag on his right shoulder, his cream handbag on his left arm and the black kitten heeled sandles he was given. You would need to look very close to see the boy in what appeared to be a girl. He had put up a token of resistance but he knew it was enevitable and the more he resisted then he would likely make himself late. Ms Short was not a woman he wanted to cross. As it was he arrived in good time and as he timidly entered the studio Ms Short had smiled broadly at him. "Oh my goodness, Matthew.....how you have blossomed," Matthew blushed at her comment, his feet togther, his hands clasped behind his back and his head hung forward. "Well, I don't think I can call you 'Matthew' when you look more like a...." "Matilda!" Olivia jumped in. "Matilda is it?" Ms Short said rhetoriccaly. "Tilly for short" Olivia added. Matthew looked up and knodded gently. He then noticed all the girls were now staring at him, but all had a warm smile. He felt accepted within the group but still different, a fraud, a fake. Malcolm drove to work , he felt like he needed some normality after the turbulent and emotional events of the previous days. His thoughts flitting from one thing to another . Being caught in the bathroom, his fear, his excitement, both his and his wifes upset. Then the weekend, he felt like he did't really get to relax. He seemed to get dragged into housework, into the chores he had barely ever done during his entire marriage. Vacumming, dusting and making beds and on Sunday Cherry had cleverly got him involved in the kitchen. She had insisted she needed help with the dinner as she wanted to bake some cakes as well. There was no arguments, he knew he had to play it carfully. She knew he knew and took full advantage. Once at his work station he switched on his computer and as was normal checked his email inbox. That was when he saw it, when his heart sank and a cold sweat broke out. This was the last thing he wanted. Disregarding the other messages he quickly opened the one that had caught his attention. -------------------------------------------------- Constance Thornbury Sent: Monday 26/09/2016 08:23 To: Malcolm Goodwilly Cc: Re: Melissa My dear Melissa, Hope you had a lovely weekend, I know I did. Now I don't want much from you, in fact I need absolutely nothing. To be more precise, I do not want you to cut your hair or trim your nails. This evening you will send me a photo of your head, both hands and your feet. Have a lovely day. Mistress Thornbury -------------------------------------------------- Malcolm found it hard to contain his annoyance, his anger at how this woman thought she could control his life. His determination to end this situation peaked. If he let this continue then he knew it would not stop at hair and nails. Just his hair and nails would become noticable if he let her boss him around. -------------------------------------------------- Malcolm Goodwilly Sent: Monday 26/09/2016 09:07 To: Constance Thornbury Cc: Re: Melissa Ms Thornbury, This has to stop. I will not be bullied and bossed around like this. If I follow your instructions, where will it end? I will not comply with your wishes, if you don't like it then do your worst! But is stops right now! Regards Malcolm -------------------------------------------------- Malcolm pressed send, then a fresh cold sweet swept over him. With his anger subsiding he now wondered if he had done the wrong thing. He started to worry. 'Would she actually out him, shit...,this could be mega embarrassing.' his thoughts now running away with themselfs and his fear started to grow. -------------------------------------------------- Constance Thornbury Sent: Monday 26/09/2016 09:17 To: Malcolm Goodwilly Cc: Re: Melissa Dear Melissa, How very dissappointed I am with you. I thought you understood the situation clearly. Further to this I have noted that you did not address me properly and refer to yourself with the correct name. These infractions are noted and will be delt with at a later date. If you insist on this course of non compliance then that is your choice (not a wise one if you know what is good for you). Regards Mistress Thornbury -------------------------------------------------- Malcolm felt a mixture of relief and fear. He had called her bluff, and it appeared he had gotten away with it. He felt a surge of pride in himself and he puffed his chest out, then a shiver run through his spine. The reply did still carry a threat, 'infractions','later date'. He had clearly pissed her off, he would need to avoid contact with her in the future, perhaps then things would be ok. Constance Thornbury sat waiting patiently in the staff meeting room at the theatre. It was 5 minutes to 3 o'clock. The door swung open and Penny Short swept in. Connie stood and greeted her with kiss on the cheek and warm smiles were exchanged. Penny was quickly followed by June Taylor who proceeded to take a seat at the far end of the table. Brenda Sellors, a mature red head took a seat near June. They all waited in silence for a few moments before Steve Forman arrived. "Good afternoon" he said confidently before his head turned to see Constance. He quickly took a seat as his collecgues replied to his greeting. Constance Thornbury checked her watch. '3.02' "Are we missing anyone June?" Constance asked. June picked her head up. "Err," her eyes surveyed the room, "oh errr Terry Albone." "You called," a voice came from the doorway. A slightly built man appeared. His head devoid of any hair other than the light coloured trimmed beard that went from ear to ear. He smiled at his collecgues as he shuffled around the table to take a seat. Constance still sat in a relaxed pose, and stared across at the new arrival. "Do you always keep people waiting Mr Albone?" The smile faded from his face. "Oh, I am s-" he began to respond. "You have wasted the time of everyone here!" she said with impatience "The least you should do is apologise to your colleagues." He could not recall being berated like this since he was a school boy. In a little shock he sat stunned for a few seconds. "Well?" Ms Thornbury snapped with growing impatience. He felt the warmth rise through his cheeks "I ...I'm sorry everyone," his voice less confident and he kept his eyes downcast. Constance let the apology sink in for a few moments before she started. "Let's get things started, I will keep this short." Constance slid a document across the table to Penny who was sat nearest to her left. "You will see from this document that Mr Jeremy Folds no longer has any interest; professionally at least, in the theatre. It now belongs to me." There was silence as each of them in turn looked at the document and exchanged glances. "Some of you here already know who I am, but for the benefit of those who do not, I am Constance Thornbury." "Congratulations Constance" Penny spoke up. The others all repeated the congratulations with varying degrees of enthusiasm. "I am aware that the theatre has been struggling financially for a few years. I will of course aim to correct this. I will meet with you all individually to dig into your roles and responsibilities. Until then you will continue as before unless you have any expenditure over ?500 in which case I wish to be consulted first." Constance looked around the room. "Is everything clear?" There were nods of acceptance. "Very well, I will not detain you any longer." They all stood and filed out of the room, with the exception of Penny. "Well done Connie, you know I could do so much more with another two in the dance troop," Penny said smiling. "Thank you Penny, It was only completed this morning. And yes I know you have said before that you feel stifled. You know I am not able to make promises right now, just give me a little time." "Of course, I do understand," Penny replied and they gave each other a hug. "Don't forget that tomorrow I have to start dress rehersals, I think Matilda still believes that Jessica will return to take his place. He may baulk at the prospect of performing in front of an audience," Penny reminded Connie. "Yes, yes, sorry I had forgotten. There has been a lot going on. I will be prepared when he returns home." 26. Trembling, terrified, tormented......Tilly. Matthew opened his eyes slowly, his mind lifting out of the drowsiness and his thoughts started to come together. It only took a few moments for the butterflies in his stomach to start. He would be expected to go out, as a girl again. He had litterally trembled the day before as he was ushered out of the front door. But he got through the day. He sat on his dressing table stool looking down past the filled out plain white t-shirt bra as he lightly ran his red glossy finger nails along his nylon covered legs. Ms Thornbury then entered holding his outfit for the day. "Put the skirt on first Tilly," she instructed. Matthew stood and followed her command, stepping in the the slightly flared short skirt. It was black with two wide white hoops running around it. It fell to mid thigh, until Ms Thornbury tugged the waist band up higher. The white top followed, it was a tank top of opaque lace that only just reached the top of the skirt. The top just seemed to emphasize the size of the fake breasts as it hugged his upper body. Ms Thornbury had him sit once more as she brushed out then clipped his hair in place leaving a tendril hanging down in front of each ear. He added the black kitten heeled sandles and stepped in front of the mirror. The skirt looked so short. He smoothed it down but it made no difference. His long black legs almost completely exposed, he felt half naked and vulnerable. "Tilly, you look adorable. Now come along." Ms Thornbury then slipped his handbag over his wrist and guided him downstairs. As he walked along the pavement he scanned the street for anyone who might be looking his way. With each step he could hear his heels, he could feel his breasts bounce; glad of the pink hooded jacket as it hid his jutting chest. He could feel the cool morning air as it swept around his near naked legs and heightened the feeling of the black nylon as it shifted and slipped across his skin. He was nervous, nervous of being found out, ridiculed. Right now he was particularly scared that a sudden gust of wind might lift his skirt. Despite his nerves and his fears, that sudden gust of wind would expose a nylon covered erection. After a morning of rehersing the first routine in the ballet slippers the dance troop broke for lunch. Matthew sat and chatted with Olivia, this was when Matthew was the most relaxed. He was in the safety of the studio and spending time with the girl he had befriended. A time when his worries were forgotten. The studio door swung open and in walked Penny followed by another younger woman. She had light brown hair pulled back and a platt dropped down her back. Her face was quite angular with prminant cheek bones. Matthew guessed she was in her thirties. Both ladies carried a bundle of pale pink material. "Who's that?" he asked his friend. "That is Louise, she looks after the wardrobe dept. with all the costumes," Olivia replied. "Oh I see. Is she nice?" Matthew asked. "Oh yes, she's lovely. We don't see her very often as she is busy planning and making costumes most of the time." They both looked on as the ladies separated and draped the material over the dancers handrail. Penny then clapped her hands twice. "Ok, girls listen up......gather round please," she called out in a load clear voice. The girls all jumped up as instructed walker over to the corner of the studio where Penny and Louise stood. "So girls, we have your costumes ready for the first number. We will try on now to make sure the fit is ok. As I know how good Louise is I am sure all will be fine. After that we have the stage booked so we can run through with the costumes on to make sure we all know our places and there are no problems." Matthew looked on, 'a step closer to the routines being permformed in a show' he thought. He was standing in for Jessica he thought. Helping the dancers rehurse the choreography. A bad feeling manifested itself in the pitt of his stomach. "Melanie, Ellie, Sophie and Alice please move over to my right and Louise will assist you. Charlotte, Amber, Olivia and Tilly you are here with me." The girls excitedly scurried into the two groups. "Right, strip down to your underwear then girls," Penny called out. The studio was a buzz of activity and Matthew could only look on in fear. Penny spotted him, she knew he was worried about this. She quickly pointed out to Amber and Charlotte which dresses were for them. She then picked up the other two dresses and gestured to Olivia to join her as she urshered Matthew away from the group a little. "Matilda, I have told you a few times how impressed I have been with your effort and commitment to helping the dance troop." Penny paused and smiled at him. "So it is with great excitement that I can tell you that you are now a permanent member of the team," and grinned at the boy hoping his response would not be too bad. Both Penny and Olivia looked at Matthew waiting for his response. Matthew initially felt a swell of pride at what he had acheived. Then panic set in, he would be expected to perform...in front of hundreds of people....that was terrifying on it's own.....but he was to do it as a girl!! He lost focus on his friend and Penny, felt a tightness across his chest and his breathing became frantic. and shallow. His head was a wash with his fears . He came over light headed and then nothing..... "Matildaaa," he could hear the name being called but it was distant. It made no sense to him. "Tilly...Tilly..wake up," he could hear, it was a different voice. Perhaps a little closer. Who and why were they calling out? "Matilda......MATILDA" the name calling suddenly became very loud. Suddenly his mind clicked into gear. He opened his eyes, then shut them again quickly as the light was too bright. "Tilly, are you ok?" Olivia asked. Matthew blinked a few times, the light was bright. Gradually his eyes adjusted enough to look through slitted eyes. He could see a plain white surface, and a bright square.....lights......strip lights he realised. Then the silhouette of a head. It took a few seconds to register It was Penny. "Matilda......everythings fine, you just fainted," she said reassuring him. He was still a bit dissorientated, 'fainted' he thought. He had never fainted before. "We'll help you up when you feel ready," Penny told him. A few moments later he was on his feet once more, now feeling a little embarrassed at causing a scene in such a way. All of the girls except Olivia were now wearing matching dresses. "Olivia, I think you should take Matilda to the changing room along the corridor. Get him a drink of water. I will bring the dresses in for you both to change into. Louise will still be here to check them when you get back. "Ok Ms Short," Olivia replied and she took his hand and led him away as the remainder of the girls waited for the dress to be checked for fit. Matthew sat on the bench sipping water from a plastic cup. Olivia sat next to him with his hand in hers. "If you are feeling ok now we should be trying on the dresses" Olivia suggested. Matthew turned to look at his friend. "What happened to Jessica?" he asked. "We were told she has left the troop," Olivia replied. Hearing this Matthew again had a sinking feeling in his gut. "I'm not sure I can do this," he told her. "What do you mean 'do this'?" she asked. "Dance.....perform ..on stage," he said as he looked down at his feet. "But Tilly you simply must, all of the hard work would be lost if you pull out" she pleaded with him. "I'm sorry Olivia, how do you think it feels for me. It's scary enough to perform but I'm a boy being asked to perform as a girl.....in front of ......I don't know how many people. Everyone in the theatre will be staring at me." "Do you think Penny will accept you pulling out without an argument?" she put to him. "I guess not.....but it's how I feel," he retorted. There was silence for a few moments as Matthew sipped more water. Olivia squeezed Matthews hand, he turned his head towards her, she was already facing him. Her body half turned in his direction. "Please Tilly," she spoke gently, "please .....can't you do it for me?" There was a moment they stared at each other. He soaked up her pretty face, especially her bright red lips that she left slightly parted and then he got lost in her eyes. He could feel a sudden excitement build within him. He then realised she was moving her head closer to him, he started to do the same until finally both pairs of lipstick coated lips came together. The feeling was like nothing he had felt before, like an electric current running from his lips to his penis. In an instant his swollen appendage became rock hard. The kiss quickly became more intense as tongues lapped at each other. Then suddenly their eye lids flew open, both stared at each other barely an inch apart. The click of heels could be heard, getting louder and the creak of the door hinges just as they parted lips and did their best to compose themselves. Penny strode in. "Is everything ok?" Both Olivia and Matthew knodded, faces a little red. "How are you feeling now Matilda?" she asked. "Much better now, thank you," he replied. "Good, now we really must crack on. So can you get these dresses on so we can check them," she urged. "Yes, of course" Olivia said as she glanced at Matthew who then knodded weakly. "Ok, come on out to the studio when you are ready. Try not to take too long please," and Penny turned and walked out. Olivia turned back to Matthew and her hand covered his and she smiled at him. He managed a smile back. They both stood up and without speaking turned away from each other and started to undress. Although Olivia knew he was a boy he was still conscious of his erection that pushed out. He assumed she was facing the other way to be kind to him. Matthew quickly slipped out of the flimsy skirt he always wore, then peeled away the leotard leaving him in the filled white t-shirt bra, white lace knickers and black tights. Both Olivia and Matthew simultaneously picked up the dress, gathered up the skirts and realised the bodice had an attached brief. Changing tactics they stepped into the garment one leg at a time and worked the lycra fabric up around their torsos. Glad to be covered again Matthew turned to face Olivia. They both struggled to fix a clasp at the back so they helped each other in turn and stood back from one another. From the front it came up snugly around the base of the neck. From there it swept down and out towards the lower armpit and encased the torso from there down. The skirt was attached at the lower waist before spliting into six separate panels from crotch level down to mid calf. The upper back was exposed except for four straps, two on each side that attached to the bodice and joined at the back of the neck with the clasp. As they looked at each other they both realised that the bra of each of them was not right. Both shoulder straps and the back straps were exposed. "Come along Tilly, let's get out to the studio," as she took his hand and led him out. Matthew had a familiar feeling of excitement, the new dress made him feel good, made him feel special. The skirt unexpectedly swept over and tickled his legs as he walked. Following a quick inspection in the studio the troop were taken up to the stage where they were put repeatedly through the routine to make sure they had it right. From the stage the theatre looked immense, so many seats and all facing him. His fear returned momentarily but was then kept too busy for him to dwell on it. 27. Sticking with it. That Tuesday evening Matthew sat in the sitting room with Ms Thornbury drinking tea. They had both prepared, consumed and clearled up their meal. "Back straight please Tilly," Ms Thornbury instructed Matthew. He was sitting on the sofa, upright. His feet and knees close together. Still wearing the tank top with breasts jutting forwards and the black and white skirt exposing the black nyloned legs. A saucer in his left hand under the tea cup in his right hand. His hand clasped the delicate china handle between two fingers and a thumb and his little finger pointing up into the air. "That's better Tilly." He continued to drink the remainder of his tea then carefully placed the cup and saucer back on the tray. His posture remained upright, his hands lay on his lap. "Very good Tilly, quite ladylike." Matthew accepted the compliment. "Thank you Ms Thornbury." "Now I would like you to use the hair removal cream, then bathe," she instructed. "Ms Thornbury, I did use the hair remover on Sunday, is that sufficient?" Matthew asked hoping he would not have to use it again. It was one of the tasks he disliked the most. "No Tilly, please do it again, but do not use any body lotion of talc," she added. Matthew picked up his handbag and left to do as instructed. Having completed his task Matthew walked back to his room with a towel wrapped around his chest. Ms Thornbury was waiting for him, sat on his dressing table stool. "Ah good, let me see you please," she asked. Matthew let the towel fall away and stood completely naked. Ms Thornbury stood and walked around him. "Lift your arms up please Tilly," she requested. He complied, his pose like that of a ballet dancer as Ms Thornbury continued to check. "Very good Matilda, now I would like you to lay on your bed please. On your back and put your hands behind your head." The young man did as he always did, he followed her instructions. He of course was curious as to her intentions but knew better than to ask. He relaxed as best he could and waited. His landlady then appeared by his side, he noticed she was holding one of his fake breasts. "Now don't move Tilly," she stated and carefully lowered the breast towards his chest. He had no idea what she was doing until it touched him. "Ahhhhh, that's cold!" he almost shrieked. "Just hold still Tilly," as she held the breast against him. The cold feeling faded after a few moments. He lay still, hands still behind his head while Ms Thornbury stood over him holding the prosthetic in place. Matthew said nothing, he guessed what was happening. 'Another step, another advancement to being a girl. A more permanent fixture,' he thought. "Did you have a good day practicing today," she asked him while still focusing on holding his 'breast'. Not wanting to go into detail with her his reply was simple. "Yeah, fine." "I have spoken to Ms Short today. I know about your little episode." He closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. "Care to tell me about it?" she asked. Matthew didn't know what to say. "I....I just passed out ....I guess." "Well I guess you were panicked when Ms Short told you the good news." Ms Thornbury could see in his face, the trepidation, the anxiety. "....and from what I have been told, you have learned so much and practiced really hard that you are already as good as some of the girls that have been practicing for over two years." His eyes lifted to look at her directly. "Is that what Ms Short told you?" "Those very words Tilly. You should not worry so much, performing will be an exhilerating experience," she told him, doing her best to calm his fears. Ms Thornbury slowly let her hands fall away from the breast. It shifted slightly to the side and Matthew could feel the pull on his skin. He felt lopsided, until Ms Thornbury pressed the other breast against his chest. He took a sharp intake of breath but said nothing this time. "You know Ms Short has put a lot of effort into teaching you, and you have done extremely well. It would be such a shame to not perform, a waste of all that hard work," she continued to butter him up. He was thoughtful for a moment, then, "I....I'm not sure." "Ok, what is it that scares you the most Tilly?" she asked still holding the second fake breast in place. With his eyes downcast he spoke softly "all the people, looking at me, staring at me. someone will see that I'm really a boy. Then I'll get heckled, it will be a nightmare." "Do you really think so? Do you really think that people will be able to tell?" she asked him. "I don't really know Ms Thornbury, they might." "Would it make you feel more confident if we could find a way of making you look more........ convincing?" "I'm not sure, that would depend on what it was I think." There was a thoughtful silence for a minute then MS Thornbury gently removed her hands from the second breast form. Again Matthew could feel it pull to his side. There was a slight pull from each side at the middle of his chest.. "Just lay still for a few more minutes to make sure the glue has set." "Can I move my arms please, they are a little uncomfortable like this," he asked. "Oh, yes that will be fine," she responded and Matthew gratefully pulled his hands from under his head and moved them to his sides. He then looked down his body, at the protrusions now attached to him. Despite their modest size they still looked large to him. "Why did we need to glue them on?" Matthew asked as Ms Thornbury returned to his room. She handed him his white t-shirt bra. "You can sit up now." Matthew looked at her waiting for an answer. "There will be times when you will be required to wear clothing that does not go well with a bra. So the only way to keep them in place is to glue them," she said matter factly. Matthew looked a little puzzled, then pushed himself up and swung his feet around so he was sitting on the bed. He immediatly felt the pull on his chest, his skin being pulled away from his chest wall. They felt much heavier without the bra which he quickly added once he mastered how to cup the breasts before wrapping around himself. He then had to make minor adjustments before he felt comfortable. In a subtle way he felt more complete. 'That is wrong,' he first thought before, 'or maybe it's a sign of who I am meant to be,' he wondered. His thoughts returned to the prospect of being on stage in front of an expecting audience. There had been so much work put in, he knew he would be letting people down if he did not at least try. Perhaps he should give it a go.....and hope nothing goes wrong. 28. Thrills at a little exposure The Wednesday started for Matthew with conflicting thoughts. His tummy a wash with butterflies; enough to make him make an extended visit to the toilet. Both his fear of performing on stage and excitement over the surprise development in his relationship with Olivia. It had caught him off guard and he now wondered if it might just be a one off. His sleep had also been interupted if not by his anxiety then by the unfamilar boobs. However his tiredness was no match for the thoughts that ran riot around his head. Would Olivia now decide that it was a mistake and keep her distance from him. He feared her answer but had to know if she really liked him that way. He went through his morning routine as usual. His eagerness to get to the theatre, to Olivia overroad any other concerns even though he had all but given up questioning what Ms Thornbury provided for him to wear. Todays items were new, but he payed no attention. He just dressed. Peach satin thong, peach T-shirt bra, nude tights along with a peach pleated skirt. Each pleat was about 2 inches across flaring slightly to mid thigh from the 4 inch high band that clung high on his waist. The top was a soft cotton in a pale peach colour. The cap sleeves either side of the scoop neck line that gathered across the breasts. He did however notice the new footwear. Three inch wedge heeled sandals completed the look that was far too dressy for a walk to the dance studio. But that was not his main concern, his focus was on his friend. As he was about to slip his arms into the hooded jacket he checked himself in the hallway mirror. His make up as usual quite basic but bold in colour. His hair clipped up from behind his ears. His hand bag hooked over his left arm. He mused for just a second or two, he did look very feminine but something still didn't stack up. He just couldn't put his finger on it. At the theatre he was caught by Ms Short outside the changing room. They would be back in the heels today. The girls all gathered in the studio, Matthew and Olivia exchanged a smiling "hello" but with training starting straight away they had no time to talk. To Matthew it seemed like an age before they broke for lunch, but it came ....eventually. Unlike their normal lunch routine Olivia looked at Matthew and flicked her head towards the studio door. He watched her strut in her heels, he caught glimpse of her bottom as it jiggled and swayed towards the door. Licking his lipsticked lips he then followed her, out of the studio and into the changing room they had been in the day before. Once inside Olivia turned to face him. "Tilly I'm........well.......I......i'm sorry.......for what I did yesterday." She averted her gaze but fleetingly looked back at him to guage his reaction. His face was one of surprised confusion. "But Olivia, you have no need to be sorry," Matthew heart seamed to miss a beat, his hope grew. "Oh thank you Tilly, I'm so glad you are not upset with me. I PROMISE it won't happen again," she said with relief on her face. Matthews face then dropped, his heart sank as the words registered in his head. Did Olivia not want to do it again, was it actually all a big mistake. He could not let this pass him by he thought to himself. He reached out and took Olivia's hand in his. Still looking down, at his and her hands. "I..," he swallowed, "um....kind of quite liked it .....actually." Still his eyes were downcast, not daring to look up. He watched as Olivia's other hand then joined his and she edged forward a little. Then she whispered "So did I" and Matthew then looked up and Olivia bent forward to kiss him gently once more and feelings of intense excitement coursed through him as his lips parted and accepted Olivia's tongue. They each let go of each others hands and fully embraced each other. Two sets of breasts mashed together and legs touching as they explored each others mouth. His excitement in his thong was as hard as he thought possible and it presed against the Olivia's belly. The feeling of them both in each others arms was a joy never before experience by Matthew as each caress and touch was heavenly. He didn't want this to end, but after a couple of minutes their lips finally parted. Both still in each others arms were flushed in the face and breathing heavily. As they looked at each other they broke into broad smiles as they both realised a lipstick repair job was needed. With little time left for their lunch they decided to put this relationship development on hold until after training had finished. With lunch devoured they both pulled out a compact mirror and lipstick and started to repair the damage. Having removed the smears of colour Matthew stroked the tip of the lipstick across his lips. He still enjoyed the process and made his already full erection twitch. It was then that it struck him 'Why would Olivia like him, she was pretty and could easily attract a partner......but it was him she appeared to like......the boy that was dressing and acting like a girl?'. He glanced over at her, she too was paying all of her attention to her cosmetics and didn't seam to notice him looking. He continued the application with care concentrating on his reflection. He put his lips together and smoothed out the colour and inspected himself 'was she a lesbian?' he wondered. His mind trying to make sense of the situation by 'pidgeonholing' her. But he quickly reasoned that it should not matter, if she liked him then that was all that counts. As the two of them returned to the studio there was a buzz of excitement as once again as Ms Short was again accompanied by Louise. They were beckoned over by Ms Short. "Olivia, Tilly........we have the costumes for the second routine." They both looked on with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as they were both handed some items. "Right, you will need to go to the changing room to start with to change into the required underwear and leotard then pop back out and we'll get the accessories sorted." With Olivia and Matthew once again separated from the rest of the group in the changing room they checked what they had been given then proceeded to undress. Facing away from each other they slipped into the seamless black thong. It had a very long crotch allowing the waist to pull up high. But Matthew was already having problems accommadating his swollen penis. He realised then that he might well have a problem. Assuming he would not have his little skirt to hide his bulge. He decided to press on, and now a little behind Olivia he sat and worked his toes, then feet into the black fishnet tights before working them up his smooth legs and then up high around his middle. The black leotard was all that was left. With his heels back on he could not help checking himself out in the mirror. The image that greeted him was another that made his already troublsome penis hard. The combination of the high cut legs of the leotard and the fishnet tights in the dance heels was amazing. His legs looked so long and so sexy. But the bulge was a conflict of the image he saw and it made him clench his pelvic muscles and he watched as his penis jumped. Clearly he could not present himself to the rest of the class like this. Olivia appeared beside him looking every bit as sexy in her identicle outfit. Matthew consciously put his hands in front of his crotch to shield Olivia's view. They eyed each other in the mirror, Matthew then noticing the deep V neckline exposing his peach bra and Olivia's brack one. "You look...." Olivia paused Matthew held his breath in anticipation. "....so....." Matthew could see her face becoming flushed. "so.....se....." She swallowed. "Lovely." Matthew smiled at her through the mirror, he felt sure she was going to say 'sexy'. "You do too Olivia," he replied. 'Lovely' was good he pondered, but 'sexy' was whet he wanted her to say. Matthew turned away and quickly scooped up his dance skirt, stepped into it and quickly pulled it up into place. "why the skirt Tilly?" Olivia asked. "Ms Short will not allow that in dress rehersals." He looked down at his feet, along the length of fishnets. That view did nothing to help him and feeling embarressed he admitted to her. "I....have a little problem with ......excitement......down there." Olivia's hands flew up to her face as she stiffled a little giggle. "Sorry Tilly" she said still smirking. "Let me see," she asked grinning. "Olivia please, that's really ....." Lost for words he just trailed off and averted his gaze. There was a moments silence before Olivia spoke. "Oh how cute." Matthew turned his head back to find Olivia bent over slightly and her right hand was holding up the front hem of his little skirt. "OLiviaaa," he yelped out as a wave of humiliation crashed over his entire body followed by a thrill of excitement. He was suddenly breathless and frozen to the spot. His penis twitched, he was unable to stop it. "Ohhh, it moved. Your little thing, it's like it's trying to be all masculine but can't seem to get free," Olivia said still holding up the skirt. Her words further fueled his trance like state as the words sank into his mind and his penis twitched twice and allowed an "Aahhh" to escape his lips. "Ooohhh.......you really like this don't you?" Olivia looked up at him. His eyes were glazed over and his red lips were parted slightly. Matthew could here the words but felt unable to respond. Olivia stood up to face him, allowing the skirt to drop back into place. "I think we need to show our face in the studio Tilly." And she took his hand and led him out of the changing room. "About time," Ms Short quipped. "I was about to come and find you." "Sorry Ms Short, It's just....well." Olivia moved in close to Ms Short and whispered into her ear. A look of understanding appeared on Ms Shorts face as she looked at Matthew. "Very well Tilly, but we'll have to find a solution to that 'little' problem." Matthew was both relieved and embarressed at her understanding. It was soon put to the back of his mind as they were then fitted with the other parts of the costume. A white shirt collar and front panel is fitted. The collar splits at the back allowing it to be closed around the neck and is fixed together with two poppers. The front panel covered the exposed decolletage and just over the shoulders and was fixed in place by three poppers down each side attaching it to the leotard. A black bow tie was fixed in place on the inside of the collar. It now appeared that the girls were wearing a crisp white shirt under the leotard and black bow tie around the neck. A black cape was added that just covered the back and fell to knee level. The last thing to be added was a facinator. It was a mini black magicians hat and was slotted into the hair leaving it at approx 45 degree angle on left of the head. Olivia and Matthew looked at each other, then in the studio mirror smiling. The outfit was both sexy and striking with the contrasting black and white. Although Matthew now felt a little silly still wearing his flimsy little skirt as well. Once again the afternoon was taken up practicing the routine on stage. Briefly watched by Ms Thornbury without being noticed. A smile of satisfaction on her face as her lodger pranced with grace and in good time with the other girls. 'What a great job Penny had done with him' she concluded. 29. Thornbury takes the reigns Ms Thornbury wasted no time in getting to know the theatres workings. She had spent part of Tuesday and Wednesday going through each dept with the senior team members in the large office she had inherited. She now had an overall picture in her head and was starting to question things and she made notes to come back to. She was already forming idea's, possibilities in her head. She had never lacked confidence but the added feeling of empowerment she now possessed gave her a feeling of added strength. She had a feeling things would work out just fine. She had spent some time learning more about two staff members. She was interested in their background. First there was Terry Albone, he was the producer. Terry's role was to be creative and orchestrate how the show was to run. He worked alone; in that he didn't have any staff report directly to him. But he did work closely with Steve Forman who managed the stage and the physical side of show production. Terry had been married but was now separated and had worked at the theatre for nearly seventeen years. Then there was Carl Hemmings. Carl was an usher, the ursher Ms Thornbury had complained about. At 22 years he was a tall gangly young chap. He stood at 5' 11" but was skinny making him look a bit ungainly. His face was narrow in shape with a prominant chin and his pale blonde hair hung straight to just below his ears without really having a style. A chat with June also revealed that Carl's work as an usher only provided him with 16 hours of work each week and he worked at a local supermarket to cover his living expenses. His parents had emigrated to southern Spain when they retired leaving him and his sister to make their own way in life. Her attention turned to other matters and she pressed her mobile phone to her ear. She heard the dialing tone before it went to voice mail. "Hello Cherry, It's Connie. Hope you are well. Just give me a call back when you are free. Bye for now." Next on her agender , Carl Hemmings. She picked up the receiver of the desk phone and pushed the button for direct call to June Taylor. Her name appeared on the phones display. Then the ringing tone commenced. "Hello Ms Thornbury, how can I help?" she answered. "June, I want you to arrange a meeting with Carl Hemmings," she instructed. "Ok, what is the meeting to discuss?" "I would like Carl to have some additional training June. I propose having him come in for some additonal time." "Right.." But Ms Thornbury cut in again "But June, at this time you are not to tell him the nature of the meeting. You can tell him that I have requested it, but that is all. Is that clear?" "Oh, right yes, crystal clear Ms Thornbury," she responded. Not telling the young man what the meeting was about seamed unfair but she new better than to contradict Constance Thornbury. "Good, let me know when it is arranged," Ms Thornbury replied and she replaced the phone on it's cradle. Ms Thornbury sat at her desk thinking for a moment, collecting her thoughts.She then started to review last months top line accounts when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," she called out. The door crept open and Terry's head appeared before the rest of his body "Hi...errr...you wanted to see me?" he enquired showing signs of nervousness. Something he was not used to. "Yes Terry, come in and take a seat. We just need to wait a moment for Penny and we can begin," she replied having looked back down at the documents in front of her. Terry sat in silence while Ms Thornbury kept her attention on the accounts. As each second passed he felt more uncomfortable. He had no idea what he had been called in for and his mind had already started to wonder to the possibilities. Finally after the longest two minutes of his life there was a tapping on the door. "Yes, come in," Ms Thornbury called and the door swung wide open to allow Penny to strut in on her heels. "Good afternoon Ms Thornbury." "Good afternoon Penny, do take a seat." Setting the documents to one side she sat up in the chair. "I've been a regular visitor to this theatre for many years, there are not many productions that have been put on here that I have not seen. During most of that time both of you have been in the roles you currently occupy and over time I feel that the way you both do your jobs has become just a little repetitive, or maybe predictable. NOWWW, before either of you take offence at my comments, I am not implying that you do not work hard and do a good job. However, I do feel that to try and freshen things up a little you could both help each other." "and how do you propose we do that?" Penny asked. Terry sat, still silent and looking from one woman to the other. "What I am suggesting is that you both take a little time on each production to critique the work of the other. You are both responsible for creative area's even though Terry's is more senior. You could both see things differently and suggest new ways of doing things to each other." Contance Thornbury sat back to wait for the response. Penny and Terry looked at each other, Penny of course new about this meeting in advance and was already on board. Terry on the other hand was caught of guard and felt he should defend his position. "I....Ms Thornbury...do you really .....errr....think that either of us can ....well...errr ...tread on each others toes like this? I mean Penny has had no experience of a full production, there is so much to consider....I mean it's not just a dance routine," he had his mini rant. Penny now looked less than happy. "Well you think highly of yourself." She frowned at the man next to her. Turning back to face Ms Thornbury "I have no such issues with giving your suggestion a trial at least." "Thank you Penny, I appreciate your flexible approach." Ms Thornbury then fixed her gaze on Terry. "Mr Albone, I have to say I am dissapointed. I suggest you spend a little time to consider this and hopefully I will not need to consider other options." Terry realised he might have backed himself into a corner and upset his new boss again in the process. It very much felt like he was a naughty boy being told off and he could not help but feel embarressed. There was a moments silence before Ms Thornbury spoke again. "Thank you both for your time, we'll catch up again before the end of the week." At that Both Penny and Terry got up and left the office. In the corridor as they started to walk back to their posts Penny spoke up. "You know Terry, after all the years we have both worked here I never thought you would come out with that kind of bigoted bullshit!" "Look Penny, I'm sorry.....I didn't mean it like that..." he tried to placate her. "So what did you mean then," Penny replied and stopped to face him. It took a few moments to gather the right words, he realised she was mad at him. "It's just, well I was trying to protect my job I suppose. Ms Thornbury is new and she has made me feel like my job is at risk." Penny looked at him, the scowl softened just a little. "You belittled me in front of our boss, implied that I was not good enough." "Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. That was not my intention," he pleaded with her. "Right, if you are afraid of losing your job I suggest you start playing ball with Ms Thornbury. I'm pretty sure that refusing to at least try her suggestion is not going to do you any favours. In fact I think you have some catching up to do." "What do you mena catching up?" he asked her. "Well if i'm right, you have met with your new boss three times now," she said questioningly. "Yes, that's correct," he replied. "And you've manager to piss her off twice," Penny emphasized by raising her eye brows. Terry sighed and his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I guess you are right......I don't suppose you have any bright ideas of how to get back in favour?" he looked pleadingly at Penny. "Why should I help you after what you just did?" staring him straight in the eye. "Because I just made a mistake, and we do have to work together." "Oh, so we have to work together now do we? Are you now suggesting we trial Ms Thornburys idea?" "Well....yes..." "Right........OK.........so you are willing to take advice from me?" "Yes.....of course," he replied quickly this time. She thought for a few seconds. "OK.......good........and if you want to know what will help you with Ms Thornbury?" she teased. "Of course," he said eagerly. "This won't repair all of the damage, but it will help." "Go on," he urged. "She doesn't like beards, she thinks they are dirty and smelly, and she thinks men hide behind the fuzz. Lose the beard, it won't do you any harm I can assure you." "You think I should shave it all off......I've had it for as long as I can remember." "Yes, completely.....sideburns and all." At that comment she strode off back to the studios. Terry stood and thought for a few moments before returning to his office. Ms Thornburys mobile phone sprank to life and 'Cherry' appeared on the screen as the caller. She picked up the phone and swiped the screen then placed it to her ear. "Hello Cherry, thank you for calling me back." "Hi Connie, how are you?" Cherry replied. "Oh I'm good, things are a little busy right now but everything is fine. How about you and your .....husband, are things settling down?" she questioned. "Well....yes ...I suppose they are a little more settled. It all feels a bit different now though, it might take some getting used to." "...and is Malcolm still indulging in his little......." She trailed off hoping Cherry would cut in. "Well he is not indulging as you put it, not that I am aware anyway. But he is clearly trying his best to not upset me and I am amshamed to say I have been taking advantage a little," Cherry confessed. "Oh I'm sure you have no reason to be ashamed, how bad can it be?" she quizzed. "Well I have managed to get Malcolm to help with more of the housework, he dare not say no to me at the moment." "OH Chery is that all" Connie exclaimed. "that's nothing to be ashamed of, in fact I would positively enforce it on him now he is on the back foot." "Do you really think so?" Cherry said unsure of this tactic. "You know what Cherry, I have an even better idea. This will benefit both of you," Connie said excitedly. "Please go on," Cherry asked. "Well, he likes to put on your sexy underwear doesn't he.." "Yyyyeeeess," Cherry agreed slowly. "So put out some sexy underwear, entice him to putting it on and then get him to help around the house." "Do you really think that's a good idea?" Cherry said sounding unsure. "Look at it this way, Malcolm gets to indulge himself; and not behind your back I might add, and you get continued help with as much housework as you want," Connie emphasized. "Mmmm, I'm not sure. I already feel guilty for putting on him," she replied. "Well it's up to you, but I think you are missing a trick if you don't try it soon," Connie told her. "Anyway, the reason I asked you to call me back was to invite you over." "Oh, when?" Cherry asked. "Saturday, I have a little surprise for you," Connie teased. "What sort of surprise Connie?" "I'm not going to feed your imagination so don't ask. You will have to wait and see," came her reply. "Ok, what time.....I need to check the train times?" "Arh, I was actually inviting both you and Malcolm. Shall we say around Lunch time?" "Oh good, yes I think that would be ok." "In fact now that I think about it let's make a weekend of it. Bring an overnight bag and you can stay until you are ready to leave on Sunday. We could have Sunday dinner." "Well I should check with Malcolm first before I commit," Cherry put to her. "Oh is Malcolm likely to have something on?" Connie asked. "Well actually no..." Connie cut in "It's settled then, don't let that man of yours tell you what to do Cherry." "Ok," she replied meekly. "So I will expect you around lunch time on Saturday then?" Connie confirmed with Cherry. "Y, yes around lunch time," she replied. "Great, see you then. Bye." "Ok, bye" and they both hung up. Matthew's walk home was thoughtful. He still worried about performing on stage but his overiding thoughts now centred around Olivia and how she had lifted his skirt. The powerful feelings it evoked, it litterally made his breathing falter. The intense turn on from that initial experience feeding further humiliation through his twitching penis. He had felt frozen in place unable to react, allowing the view of his trapped manhood to continue. He was both scared and excited by the thought of it happening again. The thought alone made him harden. Now mostly looking the part, he glanced sideways into the large shop window seeing his reflection as he walked. The peach pleated skirt beneth the pink hoodie, the long nylon covered legs, the wedge sandals and his hair and makeup. He now realised that he looked like the person that should have a wiggle in his walk and an errant arm out at his side with a handbag hanging from it. Still shamed at what he was doing in public he still continued as that seemed the most sensible thing to do. To try and walk like a young man now would more likely attract attention he didn't want. He understood he had become a sissy, it had become second nature to him and yet there were still moments that he thought about how he was dressed and acting and it thrilled him. That evening after dinner Matthew endured a mini torture session. He sat on dinning room chair, of course his knees were clamped togther and he sat upright as he had been instructed. This time head was pulled back and he faced the ceiling. Ms Thornbury stood over him with a pair of tweezers and holding his head with the other hand. He had cried out at Ms Thornburys first yanks at his eye brow hair but her firm voice had made him grimace and remain still. He felt like she had pulled out all of his eye brows it had taken so long. It felt hot and sore by the time she declared herself finished. She smoothed some lotion over the area to help sooth his skin. When he finally got to look in the mirror he marvelled at what he could see. Now his dark hair ran in a thin sculptured line giving him a feminine wide eyed look. The difference was far more dramatic than he anticipated. "There.....I told you it would help," she told him as he looked at his refelction. "Thank you Ms Thornbury," he politely replied. "You are welcome Tilly. When you have finished dance practice tomorrow you are to meet me at the front of the theatre please," She instructed. "Yes, of course Ms Thornbury," he replied without a thought of questioning why. He just did as she instructed. Malcolm sat at the dinner table, his head in his hands staring down at his meal. He didn't feel like eating anymore. "What's wrong Malcolm?" Cherry asked him. He looked up at his wife. "I wish you would have spoken to me first before agreeing." "Oh I'm sorry, did you have plans?" she asked him. "Well.......no....not really," he replied quietly. "So are you not interested in going to see your son?" she asked him. He didn't answer her, just stared at his dinner. "You know we have not seen him for weeks now," she added. Malcom felt cornered, and his anxiety grew. He wanted, needed to avoid contact with Constance Thornbury. "It's just that I had planned on tidying up the garden shed," he said. "Really!!" Cherry spoke up "You put your son after tidying the shed." A look of disbelief and annoyance across her face. Malcolm picked at his meal. With growing annoyance Cherry spoke up. "We have been invited, I have accepted that invitation on our behalf and there is no good reason to change that. There is nothing else to be said about it." Despite his trepidation at what might lay ahead Malcom accepted that he had no means to argue his way out if this. He would just have to hope it went ok. At least he would be with Cherry, so there would not be much she could do, well he hoped at least. They both cleared up at Cherry's insistance with little said between them. Matthew's outfit for Thursday was far too dressy for a trip to the theatre, even he realised this. But he was conditioned to not question Ms Thornbury, and knew that things go more smoothly if you just go with the flow. Up to now his skirts had been flared with moderately short hemline but todays attire was different. The black skirt was made up of two layers, the under layer was made of a nylon/lycra mix and hugged from the waist down to mid thigh. The over layer was made entirely of stretch lace which dropped down approx 6 inches below his knees. There on you could see his black tights and black kitten heels. His top also hugged his body. The leopard print material stretched across his flat tummy that jutted out around his filled bra seemingly moulding itself to his curves. The scoop neck line just covered his bra straps and the sleeves clung to his arms until the middle of his forearm. He had always associated leopard print as being tarty, but now saw it in a different light. Matthew also noted his makeup free face this morning, it looked remarkably feminine. The sculpted eye brows made such a difference. He felt like it was another step, one that made him now look forward instead of back. Towards greater femininity and not back to his former masculine self. He applied his makeup like it was the most normal thing in the world, like it was the only logical thing he could do now. Walking in the snug skirt was another different experience. The flared skirts had given him a feeling of openness, of freedom; and despite his short stride, of unrestricted movement. This new skirt was enclosing, restricting, enveloping, but at the same time revealing. The snug fit showed everyone the shape of his bottom in a different way. He was soon changed again though and in the studio ready to continue the seemingly relentless fine tuning of the dance routines. "Oh wow, you've done your eye brows!" exclaimed Olivia as soon as she saw him. He smiled at her obvious approval. "My Landlady did it," he replied. Penny Short entered the studio and clapped her hands loadly to get the girls attention "Good morning young ladies, lets get started." Olivia spoke quickly before she scurried away to take up her position "Can we spend some time together at lunch..." Then whispered, "In private?" Matthew smiled and knodded back to her. "Come in" Ms Thornbury called out. The door swung open and June Taylor walked in closely followed by Carl Hemmings; the usher. "Ah June, Carl. Close the door please and take a seat," she guided them in a calm voice. Carl very gently closed the door as June sat down then Carl followed her lead. Ms Thornbury looked at them both, June looked as uneasy with the situation as Carl did. Neither knew what was to come. "Firstly, thank you for coming in Carl." Carl knodded to her in acknowlegdment. "So you have been working here as an usher now for nearly four years..." she opened the discussion. Carl hesitated, not sure if that required an answer. The length of pause made him splutter a reply. "Ye..yes that's right." "Your employment record is not too bad, you have been recorded late on two occasions and have taken a total of six days sick over that entire period." Carl sat silently waiting for her to go on, June acted as observer, for the time being at least. "You are clearly quite conscientious and the kind of person I would like to retain." Carl was starting to feel a little less worried. "However, there is a side of you that bothers me." Carls mood shifted again. June was trying desperately not to frown. "You are tall, very slender in build. Attributes that I do understand are not your fault. But the way you carry yourself is very aukward, ungainly, almost clumsy. Your speech when addressing our patrons comes across as very common and unrefined." Both Carl and June were now expecting a dismissal. Ms Thornbury was not painting a good picture of him and they both new from past experience how she viewed the young man. "Would you agree Carl?" Ms Thornbury asked him. Carl was not expecting that. How should he answer, just agree or tell her she is wrong? "I.....er...I kind of understand your comments...but.." Ms Thornbury cut him off. "I'm glad you agree." Carl now thought that was it, he had just handed her the amunition to get rid of him. June was also preparing to at least try and stand up for the lad. There was a short pause before Ms Thornbury continued. "So....rather than abandon you Carl......If you agree, I propose some training." She stared at him to guage his reaction. Carl instantly felt a surge of hope, a relief that he could keep his job. He looked sideways at June, then back at Ms Thornbury. Then collecting his thoughts. "What sort of training is it?" "Carl, I would like to improve your posture, the way you walk and stand. I would also like to improve the way you speak. How you address our customers is very important." Carl nodded his understanding. "When and where would the training be done?" "Well I think you should sit down with June and provide the times that you are not working. We can then work out a program of what, where and when," she concluded. Both Carl and June felt relief at this outcome. "Ok," Carl said as he nodded. "Good, June I will leave it with you. Just let me know when you are ready to put some plans into place." "Of course Ms Thornbury." And June got up and Carl followed her to the door. Carl felt that he had been given a second chance, he needed to take it to make sure he could pay his rent. His conclusion was he would do whatever training he was required. Yes, it was extra work but how bad could it be? When Ms Short announced lunch break Matthew and Olivia grabbed thier bags and scurried out of the studio and both headed straight for the changing room for a little privacy. Olivia dropped her bag on the bench and turned to face Matthew who was a few steps behind her. Matthew placed his bag on the bench and faced Olivia expecting to embrace. Olivia though momentarily confused Matthew, her left hand went across his front to grab hold of Matthew left wrist. Her body half pushed into his right side blocking off his right arm and