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One of the most satisfying ways I have found to enjoy Fictionmania is
to read a story and then imagine how it may have turned out very
differently had the main character been one of my acquaintances of very
different temperament to the person in the tale. Usually a
crossdressing friend, but sometimes a non-CD, or even a person whose
company I do not especially enjoy... After thinking in this way for too
long, the motivation to actually put some of these thoughts into
writing finally arrived. None of the stories are intended to turn into
an extended serial, so if anyone feels that any of the tales have ended
on a loose end, feel free to to carry them on.
The most polite way to start seemed to be to introduce myself, and it
does fit the scheme because my route into the world of crossdressing
was one of the literature's most hoary (not whorey!) old tropes. What
is below is a totally true story.
As a teenager I went to an all boys school. They took their drama and
music seriously and when staging school plays there was a reciprocal
agreement with a local girls only school to fill the gender
approrpriate roles. However at my school they also staged an annual one
act play festival. There was more to it than just a test of acting and
directing, as each of the four plays had a budget of only ?100.
Therefore the challenge was the ability to recycle bits of old set,
left over props, old costumes etc, to having great ideas for a way of
working around what was beyond the budget, or in the worst case
scenario, beg it off of a well wisher. The minimum age to take part was
fourteen and the younger performers tended to have a rite of passage of
playing the female parts when necessary. They could expect a bit of
mockery but having a sharp retort and a strong acting performance at
the end of it was enough to get the better of those exchanges.
The first year that I was old enough to be involved, I auditioned and
got a part. Fortunately (or to to the cast members less obsessive about
the theatre, unfortunately), the volunteer director that year was a
student of grand ambition. Rather than raid the school library for
suitable material, he had written his own one act play. And having
become writer/directed we were going to act it out true to his multi-
million pound vision, or die trying. He did have enough common sense to
only cast himself in a small cameo whilst he was micomanaging
everything else, but as he has gone on to be a successful stage actor
in the West End, it probably would have been helpful had he played the
lead as well. Getting back to the point, I was inevitably cast in one
of the female roles. The setting was thought by most to be a James Bond
spoof, but as we grew older and wiser on literature in later years
(plus the powers that be did more television adaptations of his work)
in hindsight it was actually a John Le Carre spoof, with a group of
spies and their handlers all suspecting others of having changed sides.
Spoiler alert? It was all just comic incompetence. I played a
secretary, Holly, in that unnamed intelligence department, working in
the office in the first part, and then popping up in the restaurant
where the schemes of the leads unravelled.
As the performance approached, one of the teachers, Mrs Kennedy,
liaised with us on costumes. She had chosen from what was in store a
pink cotton blouse and a lined grey pinstripe knee length skirt for the
first costume (both items still my wardrobe regulars to this day!) and
a knee length blue dress for the second. Added to that was a just
beyond shoulder length brunette wig and a pair of medium heeled court
shoes that were quite a good fit. She got me to try them on and get the
hang of walking in them in the costume store but also suggested that it
would help to take them home for a bit of extra practice as I could not
afford to be thinking too much about them when on stage. My lines
tended to be scattered through the play and missing a cue whilst
worrying about shoes would be, in the directors eyes, worse than the
suspected treason of the characters.
So practice I did and my parents had a little chuckle but as the one
act festival was usually well attended by people and parents throughout
the school, they had predicted my casting fate even before the
audition. Mum donated a pair of black semi-opaque tights, with (very!)
strict instructions on how to avoid laddering them. I may have set a
world record for the slowest time ever to put on a pair of tights but
the end justified the means. At that age there was little enough hair
on my legs to show through them. For a bit of modesty when practicing I
also wore the grey skirt, and by the time of dress rehearsal strolling
around in the heels was not a problem. This was when Mum gave me a
proper surprise, presenting me with a bra and knickers to wear during
the play, something I had not really thought about prior to that
moment.
She also threw in the use of depilatory cream on my legs a couple of
days before the performance, and my claims that the previous practicing
showed that it was not necessary were deemed inadmissable. The bra and
knickers were not just an everyday pair or second hand, but a brand new
set in a satin-like material, pale yellow with a small trim of white
lace. With my youthful ignorance I just went on thinking that this was
the sort of underwear that all women wore all day, every day, but
looking back I have to wonder what Mrs Kennedy must have been thinking
after I had changed into them and she was stuffing the bra cups to
create a bit of a bust!
In the event the play went well, we finished second in the festival and
were duly outraged at not winning. I even got my first proper
girlfriend out of it, when in the post-play chit-chat the younger
sister of one of the other actors, with the unusual chat up technique
of stating that she thought that I looked very cute as a girl and that
had she known could she could have leant me a necklace that wuld have
gone well with the blue dress. My Mum agreed about the cuteness, and
she would not be biased in anyway (ha!), so it must have been true. I
had enjoyed being in the play and was quietly satsified at doing a good
job of it. As further prep for the time when on stage but in the
background Mrs Kennedy had advised me to observe what women did in real
life (but not do it in a creepy way!) and just drop those mannerisms
into the character when I was not involved in the dialogue - standing
with legs crossed at the ankle, smoothing the skirt when sitting down
or handbag held in two hands in front of me when loitering standing up
etc and it got a mention from the adjudicator that both of us playing
female parts in the play had made a big effort to get those little
things working.
When next year came around, I auditioned again. I got a part, that of a
vicar who sort of arbitrated the dispute between the leads, albeit very
badly. When I got home my parents asked me whether I got a part. When I
said yes and explained it they congratulated me but I just got the
impression that Mum was a touch reserved in her delight, compared to my
own feelings at having a more significant role. The reality emerged a
few weeks later. There was a weekend approaching when Dad was going to
be away with work and my brother off on a school trip. Mum took me to
one side and asked whether Holly would be willing to pay a visit for
that quiet weekend. It took me a few seconds to cotton on to what she
meant. And even then I did not have an immediate answer. Before I could
respond she rushed to explain that she just wanted to have a proper
weekend with a daughter. I expected myself to say no, but bearing in
mind that compliments from more than one person on Holly's first
appearance, it proved to be an oddly intriguing idea. My agreement was
more verbally cautious than I was actually thinking at the time.
As the days passed, I warmed to the idea more and more and when the
weekend came, it turned out that Mum had kept the the bra and knickers
(which were still just about a fit for me) and had rounded up shoes,
wig, skirt and blouse as close as possible to Holly's original outfit.
She then added a purple dress to introduce a bit of variety. It had to
have been bought especially for me as she was too petite for any of
hers to fit properly. Plus she had slightly given the game away by
taking my measurements several days earlier. She gave me a more regular
make-up look than that designed to cope with the stage lights, plus a
lovely array of jewellery - necklace, bracelet and clip on ear-rings,
all of them silvery with pale pink rhinestones built in. It certainly
made me feel as if Holly had taken a step forward as a persona.
It did occur to me a couple of times during the weekend that I was not
being her teenage daughter but a woman in her mid-20s who was a bit too
old to fit the daughter timescale, but that was rectified in future
Holly weekends when Mum had stocked up on more age appropriate clothes.
Nowadays people would say we were filling in Holly's back story, but it
was not an especially notable one, and involved trying as many
different salad recipes as possible. Later on at school I played a
female part once more in the one act festival but the play was a bit on
the dull side and Holly had been far more fun to be, so became the
character there to stay - the original and best. Oddly enough, while
still at school it was sufficient for Holly to be summoned up on Mum's
occasional request as I soon worked out that it was all carefully
planned by her and the number one risk - getting caught by someone else
- was minimal. There were some near misses when neighbours paid
spontaneous visits, but Holly was always able to keep out of sight when
they happened. Once at university the urge became more spontaneous, and
keeping it personal was much more difficult without an accomplice. I
was very lucky in the latter respect, meeting a girl for whom such
activities were all part of the fun...and still is.
Becky
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