The Actress is a short story for you to enjoy.
“OK, that’s enough for the day, see you all next
Week” the director called form her seat in the
Front row of the theatre. Paul sighed and made to
Follow the other actors off stage.
The rehearsals for the play were not going well and he
Knew that he was primarily to blame. He knew too that
His friendship with the director would not prevent him
From losing his job if he did not improve quickly.
“Paul, could I speak to you for a minute” as if divining his
Thoughts Sarah called him from where she was sat in the stalls in the
Front of the stage.
“What’s the problem?” she asked when he pushed down the seat
Next to her and lowering himself dejectedly into it.
He made no pretence of not knowing what she was talking about. “I
Just can’t identify with the part” he told her honestly, “it doesn’t
Work for me.”
“You know how important your roll is. The audience have to
Believe that you really are a woman up to the final act, not just a
man in drag.
Paul looked at her without speaking. Any other director would
Have sacked him already and he honestly could not blame her if
That’s what she decided to do now.
“I’m going to give you one week to get this right or I’ll have to get
Someone else”, she told him. “But I think you are going to need
Some radical help”
“What do you mean?” Paul asked. He was happy to have been
Given another week and was willing to listen to anything that she
“I think it might help if you were to live as a woman for a while.
That’s the only way I can think that you are going to learn to fit
the role and be convincing.”
Paul stared at her in disbelief, but he saw immediately from her
Determined expression that she was not joking.”
“I can’t do that.” He rejected the suggestion, “It wouldn’t work”
“That’s up to you to decide,” Sarah said standing up. “Really its
A question of how badly you want this part. And if you are a
Good enough actor to play the part then you will make it work.”
She got up then and started walking along the aisle towards
The exit. Paul stared after her and knew instinctively that she
Had washed her hands of him. She had questioned his
Commitment and challenged his ability. After that it was up
To him. He had one week in which to prove that he was right
For the part or else he would be out of a job.
“Wait.” He shouted and ran after her, “I’ll need help.”
She turned back to him and to his relief she smiled and told
Him that she had known he would see sense and that she had
Every confidence in him. This slight praise was a welcome
Boost to Paul’s dented confidence and he readily agreed to
Call at her house early the following day.
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.” She 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.
Hi 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 the bedroom when he finally padded in,
A towel wrapped round 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 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 he had little choice in the matter Paul dropped the towel
And stepped into the panties. At first the skimpy garment bulged
Out ay 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 round his waist. The he took the dress she had
Chosen for him and pulled it on over his head, reaching 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 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.
Paul stood up and took a tentative step. The material of the dress brushed
Sensuously against his stockinged thighs as he moved and
He blushed at the pleasurable thrill this gave him.
Balancing precariously on the high heels he tried a few steps.
Although he was a little wobbly at first he soon found that so
Long as he did not take the long strides he was accustomed to
Then he could walk easily enough.
“You look great,” Sarah encouraged him, “now come and get some
Obediently Paul went to sit at the dressing table. He knew
The basics of using makeup from working on the stage but
Did not know the techniques required to give him a natural
Feminine appearance. Eager to learn something which may
Benefit him professionally, he paid close attention to each
Step as Sarah transformed his features. In a matter
Of minutes she was satisfied and reached for the wig he was to wear.
Placing it on his head he pinned it in place and brushed it into shape.
“how do I look,” he asked when Sarah pronounced herself satisfied.
“Come and see for yourself,” she suggested, and Paul stepped
Over to examine himself in the full length mirror on the back
Of the wardrobe door.
He was surprised and strangely pleased to see a very attractive young
Woman look back at him. The hem of the dress stopped a few
Inches above the stockinged knee and he noticed with a certain
Satisfaction that wearing heels gave his lower leg a convincing feminine
“Well, I Certainly look the part” he observed and smiled
At the reflection in the mirror. He felt no embarrassment or
Unease at seeing himself dressed as a woman. Only a growing
Confidence that he would be able to play the part after all.
He turned from admiring his transformation to see Sarah locking the clothes
He had worn to come to the house in a cupboard. She locked it with
A decisive click and removed the key.
“You won’t be needing and male clothes for the rest of the week,” she
Stated, “so we may as well put them out of temptation.”
Paul did not argue. He needed the part in the play and was grateful
That Sarah was giving him this chance. And if he were honest with himself
He had to admit that the actor in him was beginning to enjoy
The challenge of the masquerade.
By lunch time of that first day, however, Paul was disheartened.
He had played the part of a woman as well as he could but
It had become apparent that feminine gestures and mannerisms
Did not come naturally to someone who had lived as a man
All his life. He felt awkward and clumsy.
“I’ll never be able to do this,” he said dejectedly when Sarah
Had to remind him for what seemed like the umpteenth time to smooth his
Skirt under his thighs as he sat down.
“Of course you will,” she assured him. “The problem at the moment is
That you are still trying to act like a woman. You have to relax and become one.
Then those small gestures will be natural.”
One look at his face told her that drastic measures were necessary to
Counter his negativity. “Right we are going shopping this afternoon.”
She told him in a voice that brooked no argument, “you need
To meet people to gain some confidence, and we need to buy you some
Clothes of your own.”
Paul felt nervous about being seen in public and it was with growing
Trepidation that he followed Sarah out of the house.
The heels of his shoes clicked loudly on the pavement as they walked
To the bus stop and a light breeze swirled his skirt round his legs.
It was a pleasant sensation but it also made him feel vulnerable and
Defenceless, and not just through fear of being ‘found out’.
He had a sudden insight into how a woman on her own must feel
While walking home at night and with it came the realisation that he had
Just experienced his first female thought.
Their first stop was to buy him a handbag “A women never goes
Anywhere without her handbag so you won’t either,” she told him.
Paul readily agreed to this as he had quickly found that while wearing
A dress he had no where to keep his money or even the key to the house.
For someone like him who normally had pockets crammed full of things
That he could not live without, the purchase was a necessity.
For the remainder of the afternoon they browsed among the shops fitting
Paul out with a complete new wardrobe. He discovered that he enjoyed the
Experience. The sales staff were pleasant and treated him as they would
Any female customer. And no one suspected that he was anything other
Than he appeared to be.
“No one suspected at all,” Paul said gleefully to Sarah when they returned home.
That night Paul stayed at Sarah’s. She had given him a nightdress to wear
And as he slipped it over his head, the flimsy material slid sensuously against
His skin. He shuddered with pleasure and climbed into bed.
The following morning Paul woke early and picked out what clothes he would wear.
He washed then dressed quickly and, without waiting for Sarah to do it for
Him, began to put on some makeup.
“Not Bad,” she decided when she saw his first attempt, “you are a quick learner.”
Paul smiled at the praise and followed her downstairs for breakfast.
As it was Sunday they still did not have to go to the theatre but Sarah
Insisted that they go out for the day. “It’s important that you get accustomed
To being treated as a woman,” she explained. “That’s the only way that you will
Really learn what it is to be female.”
Paul agreed readily. He was discovering that the longer he spent in female
Attire, the more comfortable he felt. It was almost as if his usual weak male
Personality had been taken over by a stronger feminine one.
The day was an unqualified success. By the time he was curled up once again
In his borrowed nightdress he had complete confidence in the female
Side of his personality.
“Are you nervous?” Sarah asked as he put on makeup the following Morning.
“Not at all” he told her, and he realised it was true. As a man he always suffered from
Stage fright to some degree but as a woman he felt more confident.
“Okay, thanks everyone, that’s it for today.” Sarah called from her seat in the stalls.
“Paul, could I have a word before you go?”
Paul walked gracefully to the side of the stage where he carefully negotiated
The narrow steps. “They weren’t made for anyone wearing heels,” he thought
As he came across to where Sarah was sitting. He pushed down the theatre seat
With one hand while the other brushed his skirt against his thighs, then sat down.
Sarah noted with a smile that the action had been done without conscious thought.
“You did well today,” she told him, “there is no doubt that you can do it,
But I think you should still practise for the rest of the week. You don’t want
To risk getting complacent at this stage.”
Paul agreed and for the next four days lived entirely as a woman. Each day
He became more confident and his acting improved accordingly.
“You’ll be trying to take over the show soon,” she joked as they ate a celebratory
Dinner together at home on Friday evening.
“That’s the idea,” he agreed with a very unmasculine giggle.
“Well it took drastic measures but you stuck it out. I expect you will be glad
To get your own clothes back.”
Paul looked across the table at the woman who had become his friend
And sipped his wine to avoid answering. “Well, you will, won’t you?”
She persisted. “I’ve been thinking…….” Paul began “Yes?” she prompted him.
“Well, it’s just that since I have been such a success this week, I thought that I
Might continue to live like this for a while. At least until the play is finished.”
Sarah stared at him for a long moment then slowly smiled as she
Understood what he was saying. “Just until the play is over?” she questioned
In a teasing tone.
Paul grinned widely at her, grateful that she understood.
“Perhaps,” he answered.