The Show Must Go On

While the fellow castmembers were laughing, the director wasn't so amused, "Hey!" she said in the angriest whisper she could muster, "What the fuck is going on here!?"

"Just the greatest wardrobe malfunction ever!" a stage hand chuckled.

"Well fix her costume and get her out there! We need her line!"

The castmembers suddenly began surrounding Marcie, taking off all of her clothes and examining them, "Oh this is destroyed," one said, "Can't use this," another said, "That's not gonna help," a third said.

Eventually, they came up with a makeshift costume to make her... "Decent." In reality it was just a ribbon tied around her breasts and nothing beyond her panties covering below her waist, "Y-You can't send me out like this!"

"Sorry. Costume was destroyed. No way you can go out in it."

"B-But I-"

The director cut her off, "You are going to go out there and say your line or so help me GOD I will make you perform centerstage buck naked are we clear!?" and without another word, the director pushed Marcie out onto stage.

The reveal of her new "costume" sent even more gasps across the crowd, and plenty of giggles and chuckles as everyone stared at her. The scene finally went on as it was meant to, though Marcie was too nervous to pay any attention, and she had a feeling the audience wasn't paying much attention either.

It was only when someone on stage cleared his throat that she snapped out of her daze, realizing she had missed her cue, "I... I just love when everyone's eyes are on me."

The crowd burst out into laughter at a line that really was not that funny in the proper context, the line was originally just supposed to show how vain the fairies were, instead it became a false admission of exhibitionism. The rest of the scene went on as normal, with Marcie backed up as far as she could. Once she was done the director was merciful to her and allowed her to sit out the rest of the show.

As the show came to a close, Marcie stamped out to the lobby in her normal clothes straight to her step-mother, "What the fuck was that!?" she questioned.

"Quite the performance, I think," she snickered.

"You know what I mean! What did you do to my costume!?"

"Oh honey, trust me, all I did was loosen a few seams! I thought for sure you'd be wearing a bra. And I definetly didn't expect you to have to come out in that! But what a payoff!"

"Payoff!? I was humiliated! Was this for your weirdo job!?"

"As a matter of fact yes. You're the perfect canidate!"

"... Huh?"

"Think about it. You're not exceptionally pretty or ugly, you're just... Normal. Did anyone backstage help you? I'm willing to bet they teased you and threw you on stage like that."

"You... You wouldn't be wrong..."

"See? You're a natural! You're the perfect test subject for my research! Which is why I'd like to offer you a job."

Marcie looked disgusted, "You want me to work as your... Guinea pig!? No fucking way! Fuck off! Take me home that's... GAH!"

***

The next day, Marcie rode in the passenger seat as her best friend, Darla, drove them to a party, "Damn, that bad?" Darla asked.

"That bad. Worst experience of my life," Marcie groaned.

"Hey. Just be glad they didn't see your pussy too."

"Ugh! Don't make me think about that... And then Beth had the GALL to ask me to work for her as some... Humiliation test subject!"

"What's the pay?"

"DARLA!"

"What! I'll do just about anything for money."

"God you're unbelievable."

"By the way. You think anyone at the party saw the show?"

"God... I hope not. But if they did I'll just try to ignore them. Shouldn't be too bad."