The Actress
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He arrived at her home early the next morning, and a heavy knot of apprehension filled his stomach as he pressed the door bell. While he was keen to keep the part in the play and recognised that he did need to do something to improve his performance, he felt nervous about the idea of actually trying to live as a woman.
"Right, upstairs with you and into the bath," Sarah said when she opened the door. It was obvious that she was intent on taking charge from the start and was not going to give him the opportunity to chicken out. Sarah led him to the bathroom where she handed him a towel and a tube of depilatory cream. She left him with instructions to use it on his legs and underarms. Once alone, he filled the bath and lowered himself into the warm water. Leisurely he washed, then reached for the tube she had given him. He read the directions then with a sigh of resignation, unscrewed the cap.
His nose wrinkled at the foul smelling odour as he smeared the cream on his skin but he waited the recommended length of time before rinsing it off and drying himself. Sarah was waiting in her bedroom when he finally padded in, a towel wrapped around his hips.
He sat on the edge of her bed and watched without comment as she picked out some clothes for him to wear. "These should fit you well enough," she said, dropping a pile of clothing on the bed beside him. "At least they will do until you buy some of your own."
"Do you not have anything without the frills?" Paul asked, picking up a pair of skimpy silk panties edged in lace. "Yes," Sarah answered patiently, "but there would be little point in letting you wear something that could be regarded as unisex. The whole idea of this is for you to become as near to a true woman as possible. And women like feminine things." Realising that he had little choice in the matter, Paul dropped the towel and stepped into the panties. At first the skimpy garment bulged out at the front in a very unfeminine manner, but at Sarah's suggestion he tucked his penis back between his legs and managed to achieve a reasonably acceptable profile.
Next Sarah handed him a bra and gingerly he put it on, padding out the cups with tissues to give himself a more realistic female shape. She nodded her approval and handed him a suspender belt which he fastened around his waist. Then he took the dress she had chosen for him and pulled it on over his head, reaching behind him for the zip.
Paul sat on the bed then and picked up a pair of stockings. Carefully he rolled one up his leg, noticing as he did so how smooth his hairless skin felt, and fastened it to the straps of the suspenders. Soon the second leg was similarly covered.
"Try these on, they should be your size." Sarah handed him a pair of shoes which she had borrowed from the props room back at the theatre. They were plain black court shoes with heels and they were a perfect fit...
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