Theater Club

You go to the school theater after class to find about a dozen kids wondering around the red velvet seats at the front of the theater. The theater teacher, Mr. Tanner, is a new to the school and seems young for an adult.

Looking around it looks like these are the kids like me who don't like sports or have socialite friends. There is that girl who looks like a boy with very short hair, she's sitting with a boy... no, its another girl? And that boy has a pink backpack, shoes and... what? pink fingernails? Whew, I wish I could do that. And there's that skinny boy who I had lunch with because there was nobody else at the lunch table today, what's his name again?

"Hey" I say to my lunch mate, "what's your name again?

"Andy, and you're John... right?"

"yeah, hey, can I sit next to you?"

"sure" Andy says, smiling.

I notice that Andy's backpack is purple and he also has purple socks and shoes on.

"Ok, everyone, thanks for coming. We will be learning about the theater arts and will produce a short play," Mr. Tanner says. "There are many rolls in theater from acting as a performer on stage to the backstage operations which includes 'technical' theater things like lighting and building sets. And there's the wardrobe department where costumes are made and we learn about make up and wigs." He pauses, smiling and looking into the faces of the boys sitting in the theater seats one by one and continues, "I find that this is where guys get the chance to explore dressing up as and playing female rolls."

I look over at Andy and he glances at me. We both smile in an embarrassed way, then look away quickly... This was obviously seen by Mr. Tanner, because when I look back to him he's smiling at Andy and me.

In walks another teacher. "This Ms. Williams, she'll take those of you interested in tech things to the control booth to show you around, those of you boys interested in costumes and makeup follow me"

Of the twelve students all follow her except for Andy, myself and the kid wearing nail polish. We follow Mr. Tanner to the upstage area. It's very dark backstage. All of the walls and door are painted black. Mr. Tanner opens the door with a 'WARDROBE' sign on it. He follows us in and closes the door behind him; I hear the 'click' of the lock. The room is long and narrow, lined with shelves, old dressers, racks of clothes and some sewing work stations. Mr. Tanner leads us around.

"These are the boy things," he says, almost dismissively about a chest of drawers and shelves that have some armor helmets and hats. "The rest is for those who like to pretend to be female" he says, seemingly excited. Opening a drawer he pulls out a pair of small, pink panties. He looks at me and smiles. "Have any of you guys ever put on a mom's or a sister's panties?" I feel my face flush, mouth goes dry, 'can he tell I'm wearing panties under my jeans?' my mind swirls.

"Always." Says the boy with the painted nails.

"What's your name?" Mr. Tanner asks.

"Stevie"

"It feels right, doesn't it, Stevie?"

Mr. Tanner then looks back at me. "John, do you?"

"Um... well, I... sometimes," I stammer out.

"Sometimes? sometimes what?" Mr. Tanner asks.

"Sometimes I... wear my sister's panties." I confess, feeling my heart pound, and feeling my penis tingle and swell slightly.

"And you, Andy?"

"Yes, sir" Andy says, with an easy matter-of-fact tone.

"Are you wearing panties now?" Mr. Tanner asks, looking at all three of us.

"I am," "Yes, sir," "umm, yeah" I'm the last to answer.

"Let me see" Mr. Tanner says.