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Chapter 13 "The Extras"
Lauren had helped me get dressed that day, selecting as feminine but as
loosely fitted clothing as she could find, to cover my poor battered and
brushed body. She even applied some make-up gently to try to cover the
bruising around my temple, using darker eye shadow than I would normally
have used. She helped me downstairs. Christian's face had been a sight to
behold, he knew his Robyn was starting to fight back just like his little
sister had. Olivia came over and gently hugged me. Of course, it was just a
beginning, I was emerging out of a darkness just like the world was as death
rates began to fall and vaccinations ramped up. We all knew it would be a
long process.
I was still too scared to go out, but it didn't matter it had been a cold
start to April in England. Even snow showers and hard frosts still occurred
overnight so I was happy to remain in our house slowly healing my wounds. I
spent my days trawling the internet and sending emails to various people,
there was after all a wedding to plan and Christian was back at work along
with my cousin Lauren. It is funny how things change. She had gone from my
childhood bully, to finally making my life complete, and had been there for
me at my darkest times. Despite all the distractions though I still needed
to rest. I had been curled up on the sofa in a comfy skirt and jumper
flicking through the endless sky tv channels trying to find something to
distract me. Then there it was "The Way to Tipperary" I could hardly believe
my eyes, had that been only a year and a bit ago.
The discovery of my crossdressing by Freya had gone unsaid for a few weeks
now, though I still had the joy of dressing in her bra, panties, suspender
belt and stockings. As nothing had been said, I presumed she had kept it a
secret from my University colleagues as promised. Then she asked me one day
if I wanted to go shopping with her. I knew what she meant. To the world, we
had looked like a boyfriend and girlfriend shopping, two young students. She
sorted through endless rails of clothes, selecting and pulling out various
items and holding them up for me to view, not for her of course but me. Then
she found it, a lovely floral pattern dress off greens and pinks. I fell in
love with it instantly, but there was only one problem, the price tag. As I
was a student from a single family, in a posh university, my funds were
stretched to the limit. There was no way I could have afforded the three-
figure price tag. I was already working flat out at my studies and holding
down a job in a local supermarket stacking shelves on an evening during the
week, the dress that I had fallen in love with was beyond reach.
"We need to get you some more money," said Freya, "what are you doing next
weekend?"
"Nothing," I replied dejectedly.
"I've signed up to be an extra for some filming, a hundred pound a day for 2
days."
"An extra! I can't act to save my life," I replied.
"You don't have to silly, just walk and move around normally. Anyhow it will
be fun it's a period drama, I'll sign you up for it when we get back to
halls."
That was how I ended up being an extra in "The Way to Tipperary."
It was a very cold and still dark morning as a group of students gathered
outside their halls to await the minibuses that would take them to the
filming. Apart from Freya, I did not recognise any of them, however, we were
all similarly dressed, jeans, trainers and thick hoody or coat in the chill
autumnal morning. The girls all looked rather plain without any makeup. As
planned the minibuses turned up at 5 am, I don't know who was more shocked
the students from being awake at that time or the drivers to find us waiting
for them. We all piled into the minibuses, maybe 20 of us, most I presumed
from the amateur dramatics "footlights" or doing related courses. To me
though studying history I thought it would be an amusing distraction over an
otherwise dull weekend. We were taken to St John's playing fields where
several large marquees and trailers sat. There was a buzz in the air from
the electrical generators as we piled out of the minibuses to be herded into
a marquee where other people were waiting. There we were greeted by a man
with a clipboard who announced himself as the assistant director. He thanked
us for getting up so early and for wanting to be part of the production of
this mini-series. He went on to explain the plot, basically following the
life's of 4 friends at Cambridge University in the run-up to and during the
First World War. Over two days they hoped to shoot the outside and crowd
scenes around the University. He then went on to say the Wardrobe department
would be with us shortly. By the time he had finished, I was regretting my
second cup of coffee and slipped out of the marquee to use one of the blue
and grey port-a-loo's that were in a row outside.
I returned to find a slightly portly lady with the crowd that I quickly
released was now much smaller, the men were all gone.
"Ah there you are," she said sounding slightly irritated by the delay.
I was about to ask where the men had gone, but Freya grabbed my wrist and
pulled me into the group. She whispered quickly into my ear "when they did
the headcount, one girl was missing and one man, so I said my friend had
popped to the loo and she thinks your a girl. Look at it this way think of
it as a girly weekend"
The woman continued "can always count on the women to turn up for an early
start. Follow me to the wardrobe department"
I continued a whispered conversation "And what happens when we have to get
undressed?" I asked.
"Leave that to me," was all Freya replied.
Nervously I followed the other women out of one marquee and into another
larger one. In the centre was rail upon rail of costumes. At the far end of
the marquee was a line of lockers and on each side a line of screened of
large changing cubicles.
We were then made to line up, and one at a time the stern-looking woman went
down the line, looking at each of us in turn, scribbling notes down on a pad
then handing us the sheet. I could feel my heart racing when she got to me.
"Dress size?" she asked.
I had been awaiting this question, asked of every girl so far. Knowing how
well Freya's dress had fitted me I copied her "10" I replied as confidently
as I could then answered her other questions. I looked at the note I was
handed. It didn't make much sense. 10 and 7 were my dress and shoe sizes but
Ch Cor Pet Blue Acc confused me. I looked at Freya's it said 8/10? 6 then
Girl Acc. She shrugged her shoulders.
We were directed to the female changing side of the tent, awaiting us were
our dressers, one per 4 cubicles. I stayed close to Freya and handed a note
to a woman called Judith. She looked at mine and said "wow you are in for a
long day, right pop inside, strip down to your undies. There are bags for
your clothes and valuables, no jewellery watches or phones. You can pop them
in a locker when we are done. Oh and pop a robe on or you will freeze" With
that, she left.
"Quick," said Freya as she pushed me into a cubicle. I began to undress and
was stripped to the waist when I heard, "Pssst." I looked up to see Freya's
hand dangling a plain white padded t-shirt bra over the top of the cubicle.
"Give me your pants" and with that, she passed her warm white panties over
as well. I stripped naked and passed my black slip style pants across to the
naked Freya, they were not in the least bit feminine but on her they would
pass, especially topless. By the time Judith got to me, she had already
deposited a bundle of clothes with the other 3 women giving me ample time to
put on Freya's underwear and slipped on the robe.
"Sorry I've left you till last," said Judith, "but I thought you might need
some help with this," she dangled a boned corset, "only the actresses and
the extra's close to them in filming get this treatment." She handed me two
cotton and lace garments. While she busied herself I quickly turned around
slipped off the robe and pulled the chemise over my head and let it fall
thankfully down to just above my knees hiding the small bulge in my panties.
I looked down at my flat chest and whilst she was busy loosening the corset
and shoved my socks into each cup of the bra. Forcing out the padded bra a
little more. I then pulled up the bloomers under the chemise.
Judith turned around and handed me a pair of black opaque stockings "Sorry
not authentic silk, the budget doesn't stretch that far." I sat down on a
chair and rolled each stocking up my hairless legs. Then Judith wrapped the
cream coloured longline corset around my waist. "The chemise will help it
from digging into much." She began to tighten the corset "This should take
about 4 inches off your waist dear, not that you really need to but that was
the fashion back then. As she pulled the laces I felt like I could hardly
breathe, one thing for sure I would not be bending down. She then attached
the suspender straps to the stockings. Next, a pair of black heeled ankles
boots were slipped onto my feet and buttoned up by Judith. I then slipped on
a short white vest-like garment that buttoned up the front and was tied off
at the neckline. I found out this was a corset protector. Then came a simple
petticoat that rather than stepping into was lowered over my head then tied
off tight at my slender waist. Then came the pure white high necked blouse.
It had large button cuffs and billowing sleeves that were slightly ruched.
Around the neckline a square of ruffled lace. I struggled with the buttons
as I found they were the wrong way round. Judith informed me that was
because they would be the normal way around for a maid helping to dress a
lady. Finally, a long skirt of navy blue was lowered over my head and again
fastened snuggly at my waist. Then there were the final accessories of a
black and gold broach for the front of the high necked blouse and a deep v-
shaped belt in pale blue which accentuated my slender corseted waist. The
final touch was a large floral straw hat.
I picked up my clothes that were in a plastic bag provided and took my first
tentative steps in the heels, my stride restricted by the skirt and
petticoat. I went over to the lockers and followed the instructions and set
up a code for the keypad. With my clothes and valuables secure I was
directed to the make up department. I waited my turn in the queue then took
a seat and sat patiently while the make up artist went to work. To my
surprise, she put a net over my hair then pulled on a pre-styled wig of long
hair that was pinned up. With the wig secure she placed the hat on my head
and added a hat pin which I felt go through the wig and my own tangled mop
of hair.
Now ready I was directed back to the original marquee, where others now in
period costume milled around. I eventually found Freya, she looked
different. Her own long natural blonde hair was now in plaits making her
look much younger. She was wearing a plain blue dress which came down to
mid-calf length, over it was a white slightly ruffled pinafore. She was
practising with a rod and hoop, an old Edwardian child's toy.
"Hi, Freya," I said and saw her do a double-take at my appearance.
"Robyn?"
I smiled back at her, although the clothes were heavy and restrictive I felt
incredibly feminine.
"You look wonderful."
With that, we were all directed outside and taken across to the Scholars
garden and positioned in various places. We were given instructions on which
way to walk and how to move. I was paired up with a man called Iain, who was
dressed in a scarlet military jacket, black trousers with a red stripe and a
black helmet. I tried to keep the conversation to a minimum, which was quite
easy as he was already doing all the talking. There was a practice
walkthrough then the main actors were brought out. My brief was simple. Iain
and I were to follow the two male actors as they walked through the gardens,
staying about 8 feet behind, ahead of them a camera on a trolly was pulled
along. It took 3 takes. We moved to other locations around Cambridge,
Trinity College and the bridge of Sighs. There was a break for lunch, but I
gentle sipped some water as the prospect of going to the toilet dressed as I
was far from appealing. More filming followed that afternoon, by the end of
which my feet were killing me, my sighs loud and audible as Judith
unfastened the delicate buttons on my boots and loosened the ribbons of my
corset. As I changed, I took off the bra and slipped it into my pocket so it
would not be seen through the thin material of my t-shirt. In the minibus,
on the way back to the halls Freya suggested we should pop into town for a
drink after filming tomorrow.
The Sunday morning found us all waiting again for the minibuses in the cold
dark morning air. Beneath my fleece and t-shirt, I was already wearing the
bra Freya had given me when she caught me dressed, obviously the matching
panties too. Freya had a bag with her too, a change of clothes as she put it
for later, though god knows why she looked gorgeous and feminine even in her
ripped jeans and baggy fleece top. We arrived at the filming location and
everything was as per yesterday, except there was another male "no show".
Judith came and sort me out from the crowd along with the other girls
including Freya that she had been allocated yesterday. Having stripped to
our underwear and given chemise, things began to change slightly from
yesterday. The stockings were white as were the little heeled ankle boots.
Having been firmly corseted I again put on the corset cover and petticoats,
this time though I was to wear a white tea dress. Judith helped me into it
lowering it over my head and smoothing the skirts before then fastening the
row of buttons up the back. It was accessorised with a baby pink v-shaped
belt, again a large matching hat but also a white and pink parasol.
Filming followed a similar process in the morning but I was never as close
to the main actors as I had been the day before. At lunch, Freya joined me
then asked me for the combination to my locker. Her clothes for later bag
had been too big to fit in her locker. She had taken some things out of it
then placed them in my locker that morning. Now apparently her period had
started and what she needed was in the bag, and no it couldn't wait as she
was similarly dressed head to toe in a white dress the same as me. I enjoyed
that last afternoon the most, I had begun to relax, safe in the knowledge
that my secret had stayed just that. The autumnal sunshine was nice and
still had some warmth to it as we made our way from various set locations to
set locations. That's when Freya and I got separated to film at different
locations. Filming had ended for the day and I made my way back with the
small group I had been with. To my surprise Freya was waiting for me,
already changed back into her skinny jeans but was wearing a loose green and
pink flowery blouse. She smiled and waved from the bench.
Inside the Marquee Judith was waiting to help me undress and to rack the
costumes away. Having stripped down to bra and panties I slipped on the robe
and went over to the bank of lockers to collect my things. Most of the
lockers were open so it was easy to find mine. I typed the code into the
keypad and opened it. My keys and wallet were still there but Freya's bag
had gone. I picked up the bag containing my clothes, I immediately noticed
it was considerably lighter. I looked inside but could not make out what was
in it but knew it was not my clothes. My phone buzzed as a text message came
through. It was from Freya "Dare You" with a winking emoji. I went back to
the changing cubicle and slowly emptied the bag. A pair of stiletto-heeled
black zippered ankle boots, a new packet of black opaque tights a small
black shoulder bag and a dress I recognised as Freya's, dark blue with small
white and yellow daisy's. My mind raced, I knew I could slip the robe back
on and nip outside to demand my clothes back from her. She knew I cross-
dressed though, hell I had been crossdressed for most of the weekend and
this was an opportunity that would probably not arise again. I began to get
dressed.
Ten minutes later I emerged from the marquee to a round of applause from
Freya. She came over to me. I stood still the short floppy skirts of the
dress felt incredibly short, but I knew how sexy and attractive Freya looked
in it.
"Don't worry before we go back to the halls you can slip your jeans and coat
on over the top and change shoes, it will be fun?" she said as she took my
hand and lead me towards the marquee where make up had been done.
It was deserted apart from a lady who had done Freya's make-up the last few
days. Her smile gave away the fact that she knew my secret but nothing was
said other than "I will make you look as natural as possible dear" As you
would expect from a professional makeup artist she did, my face looked
thinner and feminine, even my eyebrows although untouched seemed to be very
girly. I admired her handy work in the mirror as she played with my mop of
mousey curly hair.
"Mmm. You've had a wig on all day, this could do with a wash and re-style
but we haven't the time for that" she slipped a net over my hair, "I have a
better idea. It somehow didn't get unpacked from a previous production. It
will match your pale skin tones nicely." She disappeared for a few moments
to return with dark ginger, tight curled long length wig. She put it on my
head and pinned it securely in place.
"Wow," was Freya's comment at my transformation
The lady smiled at me. "You can keep it dear, it suits you so well and no
one will miss it."
Thanking her we headed off into the centre of the city, two attractive
female students our heels clicking on the stone pavements of Cambridge. As
it was past 4 pm on a Sunday all the shops were shut so we had to content
ourselves with purely window shopping as we made our way through the city
streets, still filled with tourists and students, to a popular pub that had
a beer garden overlooking the river.
To our disappointment the garden was full so we headed indoors. Inside it
was still an old dark interior. Freya went to the bar and ordered us two Gin
and Tonics that came in large balloon glasses. I had found a wooden booth,
that could probably only accommodate four people at a push. We had been
chatting and gently sipping on our drinks when I became aware of a group of
lads in football shirts at the bar, one was drunker than the rest. He
staggered across and sat down beside us, our bodies touching and trapping me
into the booth. He starred at Freya. I think we both decided to ignore him
was for the best and Freya resumed our conversation about clothing styles.
Out of the blue, the drunk Said "Bet you fancy me darlin'". Freya gave him a
look that could have frozen hell but he continued. "What about you," he said
looking at me. He grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand into his groin. "You
fancy some of this". Despite his inebriated state, he was hard. I tried to
tug my hand free but couldn't because of the close confines. His other two
friends had now joined him but stood blocking the exit from and the view
into the booth. My left arm was pinned against the wall and my right wrist
was held firmly by his right hand. He placed his left hand on my nylon-clad
knee. He looked up at his friends "They're fucking lesbians" I felt his hand
move higher up my leg to the hem of my dress.
Freya was able to stand and leant across the table and gave me a long
passionate kiss. The drunk would have had an excellent view down her
cleavage as the loose blouse hung wide as she leant forward. I could feel
the yobs' member harden even more and twitch slightly as she did so. I
strangely too felt myself becoming hard but was confused was it her
passionate kiss or the closeness of the stranger. Freya pulled away "yes we
are now fook off" her Norwegian accent rarely coming out as she swore.
But the drunks were not having any of that. One sat beside Freya, now
trapping us both in the booth. He looked at Freya, or rather her breasts
"Get yer tits out" he said.
"We're leaving," said Freya and went to stand but was pushed back into her
seat. "Not till you show us ever tits."
"Leave the girls alone and get out of my pub." It was the landlord, late
30's tall and athletic looking.
The standing drunk finished his beer and dropped the glass which smashed on
the wooden floor, he turned and walked away muttering "shit beer anyway".
The yob that had sat next to Freya got up but was not having any of it, he
threw a punch at the landlord. The landlord blocked his punch the floored
him. That's when it all kicked off and other drinkers wearing the same
football shirts joined in. I managed to free my hand far enough to punch the
drunk in the groin and he rolled out of the booth onto the floor.
Freya grabbed my arm. "Let's get out of here." And we both ran from the pub.
I never knew I could run in stiletto heels but I did that early evening. A
taxi was passing and Freya waved it down. As we got in two police vans were
already pulling up. We were halfway back to the campus when Freya said "Oh
my god, I forgot the bag."
I looked at her alarmed. A quick glance could tell she was not joking. Up to
now, I had been comfortable in my female persona but now I would have to try
and get back into halls without being recognised and what of my four other
flatmates. I could feel my heart race and I began panicking. The taxi
dropped us off slightly away from our halls. Freya had come up with a plan,
Armed with my keys she would simply go back to my room and get a change of
clothes and bring them back to me so I could slip them on over my clothes as
planned. Like all plans, though there was a problem it had started to rain,
very heavy rain. We made the short dash back to our halls. We went upstairs
and Freya opened the apartment door, whilst I waited outside in the
corridor. She left the door ajar and as she went in I heard her immediately
strike a conversation up with Kieran, one of the other lads. She made some
excuse about forgetting to lock her bike up and came back out.
"Now what?" I asked in panicked tones. "I can't stay here what if the others
come back."
Freya could see I was on the verge of tears, all this on top of the
evening's events. We went back downstairs and outside to the bike shed that
gave me some protection from the rain but was dark enough to leave me
unrecognisable in the shadows. It also had a view of the halls front door
and of Freya's and my first-floor bedroom windows.
"Wait here," she said but sounded nervous. "When my bedroom light goes on
come straight up."
I looked at her confused "Trust me Robin" was all she said before running
through the rain back to the halls. It seemed like an age but her bedroom
light came on. I made my way over to the halls and swiped my card to gain
access. The noise of my heels echoed around the empty stairwell as I made my
way upstairs. My heart raced as another female student passed me on the
stairs but with hardly a glance. The door to the apartment was locked and I
fumbled nervously with my keys. I heard the front downstairs door opening
and immediately recognised the voices of my flatmates. The door opened and I
tiptoed as fast as I could, with my heart racing across the kitchen lounge
area to my room. Again I fumbled with the lock and had only just shut my
bedroom door when the front door opened. I slummed onto my bed, my nerves
shot.
Then through the thin walls, I heard Freya and Kieran. Giggles, gasps then
moans as the springs of the bed squeaked noisily. Only a few inches of
plasterboard separated me dressed as a girl and Freya and Kieran who was
taking her virginity there and then. Her cries and moans had not gone
unheard by my flatmates who let out a huge cheer as she climaxed. As I lay
there in my girly clothes a wave of jealousy and regret came over me.
Despite Freya saving me from humiliation I felt jealous of her, did I want
to be her in that next-door room having my virginity taken and if so by
whom?
In the coming days and weeks, the pair was teased mercilessly by the others.
I saw less of Freya as their relationship grew and grew and still I had the
feeling of jealousy.
I turned off the TV. I could hear Christian on a Skype works call in the
study. Back then I had mixed emotions, but now I knew what I wanted. I got
up off the sofa and went up to the bedroom. I changed out of the comfy skirt
and jumper and removed the everyday bra and panties. From my draw, I picked
out the basque Lauren had chosen for Christian to give to me for a Christmas
present. I rolled each sheer black stocking up each leg and attached the
deep lace welt to the basques suspender straps. A navy blue pencil skirt and
a pale blue blouse followed. The blouse had been one of the early items
Lauren had made me wear to university, under a jumper it had passed as a
shirt. I smiled noticing that the buttons were now tight across my growing
breasts. I pinned my shoulder-length long hair up and began to refresh my
make-up. Once complete I put on my large spectacles and slipped on 3-inch
high court shoes.
I made my way downstairs. Christian was still on his call so I waited
patiently outside the study and out of view until he hung up. My heels
clicked. On the wooden floor as I walked up behind him. I put my hands over
his eyes carefully with my long painted nails. All I said was "Surprise" I
released my grip as he spun around in his office chair to face me. I bent
down and kissed him, knowing in doing so that my blouse was not fully
buttoned and he would get a glimpse of the black sexy lingerie I wore
beneath. He started to say something but I put a finger to his lips to
silence him. I then traced that finger down his face neck and torso until I
reached his belt. I stood upright and slowly began to unbutton then unzip my
skirt letting it slide slowly down my stockings with a swishing sound. I
then slowly removed my blouse, leaving me standing there in my heels, sexy
black basque panties and sheer black stockings with a black and red lace
welt. I knelt down before him and slowly unbuckled his belt as I looked up
at him shyly through my spectacles. Christian raised himself slightly from
the chair and I was able to ease his trousers and boxer shorts down.
His penis was already erect and looked huge as I wrapped my delicate hand
around it. I gentle teased it with a slow up and down twisting motion of my
wrist. I bent forward and slowly took him in my mouth. I started slowly at
first and built up the pace. Christian was letting me control everything his
touch caring and gentle. I was fighting the demons from my rape. I kept my
mouth tight around his swollen penis as I felt the first twitch as he came
into my mouth. My head slowly bobbed in his lap until I was certain I had
swallowed every last drop, just as they had forced me, but now it was with
my lover. I got up from the floor and made a show of licking my lips before
straddling him in the office chair, my stocking-clad legs rubbing his naked
thighs. We kissed and caressed each other until I could feel him becoming
hard again. I shifted position, standing up and turning my back to him I
thrust my bottom towards him then moved the black panties to one side to
gently lower myself onto his lap and now erect penis. Again I controlled the
pace using the arms of the chair to thrust myself up and down. Christian?s
hands were gently supporting me around my waist then moved to cup and play
with my small breasts encased in the silky satin basque. He seemed to last
forever but eventually came deep inside me. I gently wriggled on his lap,
feeling his hot breath on my naked back above the basque.
I stood with renewed confidence, I had banished the demons of my rape. I
walked seductively to the study doorway and spun around on my heels leaving
my stocking legs crossed. Some of my pinned up hair had come loose during
our lovemaking and I removed the last few pins and shook my hair down. I
slowly removed my glasses, head down then looked up at Christian, the arm of
my spectacles resting on my red-painted lips.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" I said in a low husky voice and turned on
my heels, the echoes of the heels on the floor followed me to our bedroom? I
felt like a new person.
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