A Job in the Theatre Chapter 3

"Why Paula, you look very nice this morning. I just love that dress..." Sarah said when he walked into the kitchen. "You have done a lovely job with your face too" she said checking out his makeup. She had dreaded the thought of having to prompt him into feminine frills all week, but to her surprise it didn't look like that was going to be a problem.

The cast of the show was made aware of his plans and was glad to hear he was taking positive steps towards helping the play. They were most impressed when he appeared for work. They couldn't believe how beautiful he was. The difference was simply amazing. Scene 5, Costume 11: school girl

"Ok everybody, let's try scene five. Helen, will you help Paula into costume eleven? Let's say ten minutes, OK?" Helen took Paula by the elbow and led him off stage to the dressing rooms.

"Pete? Let's move this couch out of the way and pull in the restaurant table. Billy, we are going to need a dark backdrop."

Paula was nervous going into the dressing room with Helen. Of course she knew he was a man, but that didn't stop Paula from being embarrassed undressing before her. It was one thing doing it in front of Sarah. He was accustomed to that.

He slipped off his dress and sandals. Helen pulled a school girl outfit from the closet and pretended not to notice his cute lace panties and matching bra. Paula watched her eyes search for the bulge in his panties and seemed surprised not to find it.

"OK, slip this on first" she said handing him the outfit. "Then we will do these cute knee socks and heels."

Paula stepped through the classic plaid skirt with pleats and pulled it around his waist. He was not terribly surprised to find it came barely an inch below his crotch. Next was the white button down shirt. Paula felt a sense of relief now that his bra and panties were covered.

"No honey, you are a naughty school girl" Helen said reaching over and unbuttoning the top two buttons. "You must show some cleavage." She took the opportunity to brush her hand across Paula's breast. She was curious as to how they felt. She was impressed. Of course she could tell they were fake, but doubted anyone else could. She couldn't help but wonder what Paula thought of them. Of course she would never ask such a question.