It can be difficult to mask just how thrilling it is to be out there as a woman

Sam , now Samantha whenever he could indicate he preferred that , was apprehensive about how the Props Director would receive him .

He need not have worried .Mrs Mulcater was in her fifties , a worldly wise cockney woman who had seen it all . Years of catering to theatrical types whose orientation was more frequently ' gay ' - often flagrantly so , than the general public had removed any judgement she might once have harbored . Even had she not taken in ' Samantha ' at a glance she would still have talked with him as ' dear , ducks , lovey ' , and she showed no surprise at his chit for several female costumes .

She pursed her lips slightly and was all business .

She lead ' Samantha ' to a rack , selecting an item to suspend for a fuller look and glancing at Sam whose heartrate and cock shot up and fell depending on his perception of how pretty each item struck him .

With three dresses and two skirts over her arm she took him back where there were benches on one of which she placed the selections . There was a curtained area for changing modesty but " Try this one first " was not accompanied by any pointing to or attempted screening of him . Sam half hid himself but Mrs Mulcaster had not lifted her ( frowning ) gaze ; " No , no ; you won't be wearing jeans or a shirt . get them off ."

Sam had anticipated the possibility his underwear might be seen and was wearing the briefest ( albeit male ) bikinis he possessed which hid if only part of a nascent erection . It can be assumed Mrs Mulcaster sharp eyes picked upon this , but her only response was to tell him to turn around , walk , pirouette , then to repeat the performance with the other two dresses . When she was satisified she turned to the skirts .

His arousal in a skirt could not be ignored but the good lady knew all the answers . With chin in one hand she looked him in the eye and then with the other flicked his erection through the material - a briefly painful flick . Before it had the desired effect she said " You can't go on stage like that - you aren't a bride .. yet . You have to tuck it backwards _ Chemino knows how to make that work . " "You had better take one of these ( skirts ) home and check yorself in the mirror ."

" Now , you're a bit flat chested , and that hair on your legs needs to go . " I might be able to rustle up a bra' , but for panty hose and anything else - do you have a sister ? "

" I don't have a sister ."

" A mother ?"

"Yes , but I don't like to ask her ."

" Look Lovey , you can't be in this business without people finding out if you wear knickers . But anyway I'll talk to Chemino to see what he can come up with , but time is a-passing and we still have to work on make-up . Come and see me later this week ."

Taking off his skirt felt liking giving up on paradise - but ! he had it for home !

He knew he would wank in it as soon as his bedroom door closed . The precious item was put in a paper bag . He would certainly parade in front of a mirror ! There remained the problem of the leg hair . His was fair and not obvious at any distance but making himself even more girly was yet more exciting and registered where he was recovering from the corrective flick of his penis . He had seen a tube of Nair at home , but would have to brave the pharmacy to have his own . Maybe he should try shaving first .