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Backstage At The Theatre
backstag.txt
GayBiLes
MM, transvestism, cross-dressing, oral, anal

The theatre where I work used to be very grand back in the 19th century when it
was new but now it's in one of the seedier parts of town and the productions we
put on tend to be on the small side. Nevertheless it's a good job and as I'm one
of the permanent stage crew I don't have to worry too much whether whoever's
performing are any good or not. As long as I take care of backstage and lock up
the boss is happy.

My predecessor hated being the last man in the building but I love it. Why?
Because it gives me the opportunity to indulge my little secret. I'm a
transvestite. I'm a good one too. Having access to professional dressing rooms
in a building full of fancy clothes and make up is a dream come true for me and
I take full advantage of the fact. Most of the time I choose a nice dress from
the wardrobe room, something Victorian or Georgian with lots of lace and a
tight, corseted waist, and then I wander through the theatre as though I am a
young lady looking for her beau.

For a while though I've thought about going outside. I'm sure I could pass in
public as I've spent a great deal of time not only getting my look right but
also my voice and for the last few weeks have occasionally answered the phone
and fooled people into thinking I'm a woman.

Of course walking around the seedier end of town looking like Lilly Langtree
would draw more attention than I wanted so I decided I'd dress fittingly. There
is a red light district on the street a block over from the theatre and I
figured that as long as I stayed near but not too close I'd blend in and not get
"made" by some of the professional girls who would spot an amateur girl like me
a mile off.

That morning, before I went in for the matinee I went on a shopping trip. I
bought myself a small leather skirt, shiny and black complete with a slit up the
side and in the same store a shimmering satin blouse in a vivid cerise. At
another store I picked up a black leather jacket with nipped waist that I
actually managed to try on. Buying the hose was the hardest part. The other
items I pretended they were for a girlfriend and the jacket I'd grouped in with
a pair of trousers and a workman's coat or camouflage but the tights were hard
to fake. Nevertheless I spent a face burning few minutes browsing the racks
looking for some classy nylons and eventually picked up two pair of satin look,
barely black, paying for them with cash and a mumbled "thank you" before fleeing
the store like a shop lifter. The walk to the theatre felt wonderful. Although
I'd been as embarrassed as hell buying the tights I now felt fantastic having
actually bought my first outfit.

Work passed in a kind of daze as I did my job on autopilot watching the minutes
shuffle so slowly by that I thought I must be in one of those time loop things
they mention on Star Trek type shows. It was only when toilets flooded in the
men's dressing room and I had to spend three hours sorting it out that time
snapped back and before I knew it the manager was telling me that now I'd got
the worst mopped up I could leave the rest to dry overnight.

I made sure everyone was out of the building and did a more thorough walkthrough
than normal to make sure I wasn't interrupted then got my things from my locker
and stopped outside the dressing room. It was flooded! Shit. Of all the nights
for it... I grinned as I realised how dumb I was being then turned and walked
off to the women's dressing room. It seemed somehow more spacious and elegant
and it had that gentle waft of perfume that was an amalgam of many perfumes.

I dumped my stuff then made a quick foray back into the men's dressing room for
a pair of black patent stilettos purchased for the numerous Rocky Horror
performances that come and go and which I'd worn numerous times on my girly
wanderings.

I had a shave then did my make up, taking longer over it than normal trying to
get the right balance of being a bit tarty but not ending up like Widow Twanky.
I ended up with a kind of 80s pop look with plenty of eyeshadow, cheekbones made
angular by slashes of rust red blusher and a pair of glossy burgundy coloured
lips. To be honest I looked pretty foolish, naked to the waist and with a buzz
cut hairdo, it was a bit demoralising until I picked out a nice blonde wig from
the rack, adjusted it and turned to see.

Wow! I stared at my reflection in amazement. Normally my make up was subtle and
naturalistic, this was the first time I'd made an effort to look out and out
sexy and I had certainly succeeded. My eyes were dark and mysterious under the
eyeshadow and my face seemed drawn into a pout just by the shape of my shaded
cheeks. My lips parted slightly and I felt myself getting hard as I watched my
own tongue lick those soft, cherry red, moist lips. I was mesmerised.

I managed to look away and break the spell but I was thrilled that I could
achieve so much with just a little bit of paint and powder. No wonder women wore
it so often.

It took me half the time to dress as it did to make up and most of that was
pulling on my tights, they were so fine and delicate and once they were on I
couldn't stop fondling my own thighs in the satiny material. It was then I saw a
potential problem. I stopped groping my legs and looked down at the pyramid in
my groin where my knickers and tights were tent-poled out on the end of my rock
hard cock. If I got a stiffy when I was walking along the street the skirt
wouldn't hold it in and it would look pretty damn obvious. I recalled what one
of the actors had said once when he'd been playing an ugly sister in Cinderella
about "tucking" and once I'd faded a bit I fiddled around in my pants and
managed to do what he'd said, pushing my testicles into my body then folding my
cock back and under. I slipped my hand out and patted my underwear into place
and stood up. The effect was amazing. My groin was as flat as any woman's and
even when I touched it it didn't feel manly.

My bra was black and lacy with a bit of a push up but it also held a couple of
gel filled inserts so that when I pulled on my blouse and adjusted it I saw a
nice pair of full breasts as well as a bit of cleavage. I quickly pulled on my
skirt, slipped on my shoes and then went and gazed at myself in the full-length
mirror.

If the make up had enthralled me then the full effect was stunning. I stood for
a moment looking at this sexy blonde girl in front of me and just drooled.
Beautiful face, long neck and swooping cleavage as well as a great pair
thrusting through the shining pink satin all of which slipped neatly into a
tight shiny skirt from which emerged two long legs encased in dark hose all of
which was perched on two spike heeled shoes. I turned slowly, watching the curve
of my new breasts and the swell of my tightly confined bottom as well as the
long expanse of leg that was accentuated by the height of my heels. I moved back
a few steps then walked toward the mirror, swaying my hips and keeping my
fingers splayed.

I noticed my nails still needed doing so I went back to my chair and took out a
packet of stick-ons with the French manicure. A few moments later the
transformation was complete.

I must have spent half an hour just staring at the drop dead gorgeous woman in
the mirror, fantasising about those sweet lips and slipping my hard cock between
them and as the fantasy continued I imagined myself on the other side, opening
my mouth to take a man's meat.

It took a while but I managed to calm down satisfied that my arousal wasn't
showing in any way other than the blush on my cheeks.

I locked the stage door and began to walk down the road, enjoying the feel of
the cold night air around my legs and up my skirt, the loud clack of my
stilettos on the pavement, and the overall thrill of being a woman.

I was in a bit of a daze not really walking "to" anywhere, just walking,
otherwise I never would have walked down the service alley behind the theatre.
It's where all the bins are and is a dead end and as I realised that I also
realised I was being followed. It suddenly occurred to me how much danger I was
in and began to panic as the slow, heavy footsteps approached and then stopped.
In the dim light I could see the outline of a tall, well built man standing in
front of me. Before I could do anything he coughed nervously and said "how much
for something kinky?"

I was stunned. Obviously being a block over from the real hookers wasn't enough,
especially dressed the way I was. I was about to tell him to take a hike when I
heard a woman's voice say "how kinky are we talking, honey?" and it came from MY
mouth!

The man shuffled his feet nervously. "I...er..." he pulled something from a
pocket. "I want you to fuck me with this." I looked down at the black dildo in
his fist. My surprise obviously showed as he began to stammer. "I...er...I mean
I...er..."

"You want to be fucked by a man, don't you." I said. He nodded. "Why don't you
go down to the Princess St toilets, honey, there's plenty of cock down there." I
knew because I'd been once or twice.

"It's too...um...manly. They're all tough and masculine." He laughed
uncertainly. "I like sexy looking women."

"With cocks?" I asked, intrigued.

He nodded sheepishly. There was an awkward silence then he lowered his hand that
had been proffering the dildo all the while. "Er...I'm sorry, I guess..."

"No." I said as he turned to go. "Wait." He stopped and looked at me. "I'm not a
hooker."

His eyes widened. "Oh God, you're not a cop are you?" He turned to run but I
stopped him with my next words.

"No, I'm a man." I said letting my voice drop back to its natural register. "And
if you want to fuck I'm up for it."

He stared at me in astonishment and, I noticed, a little hungrily too. He
stepped forward and with his free hand reached out and touched me between the
legs. His shoulders dropped in disappointment. "You're no man."

"I am. Honestly." I replied as he began to back away. Damn, was I so convincing?
I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my tights and knickers revealing a small
thatch of pubic hair which he took to be a pussy until I reached in and hauled
my manhood out from its hiding place.

That stopped him and he stared amazed at the gorgeous girl who had a cock
hanging out of her knickers. He moved up to me and cupped my package in his
hand. "Wow." He said as I stiffened under his touch. His other hand put the
dildo away and began to fondle my breasts then stroked my legs, all the while
his other hand massaged my cock and balls.

"Can I suck it?" He asked and I nodded. He knelt down and just took my cock in
his mouth; no preamble just opened wide and took it in. I had to concentrate so
as not to ejaculate there and then into that warm wet mouth especially as his
hands were now roaming up and down the full length of my legs as well as
grabbing my bottom. It was good for a short while but he did little with his
mouth other than move his tongue occasionally. I was just about to tell him to
start sucking or something when he let go and stood up and pulled something out
of his pocket. "Fuck me?" He asked and I was relieved to see it wasn't the dildo
but a small packet of lube and a condom.

I agreed and took the packet as he found one of the old prop baskets we had
thrown out and dropped his trousers and leaned over it, exposing his hairy arse
to me. I put on the condom and poured half the lube over his crack and the other
half on my rock hard tool. I used its head to rub the lubricant in and around
his puckered little hole then began to nudge my way in. I've read about anal sex
but never done it but I'd heard that almost as important as lube is not to force
things so I pushed in gently and when his ass clenched I paused but kept a
little pressure on. Just as I had read we were there for a short while before
his ass muscles got tired and allowed me in.

He moaned as I slid deep into him and for a moment we didn't move, enjoying the
feel of a hard cock in a tight ass, then I began to slowly slide in and out. He
sighed as I pumped him, my hips swinging back and forth as I drove myself in
deep then pulled more than half way free. I kept the rhythm up for quite a
while, mainly due to the fact that although it was pleasurable fucking this
young man it wasn't an ideal situation. I was the girl it should be the other
way around. Nevertheless it wasn't long before my body took over and my strokes
became shorter and faster and I pounded into him before erupting in a torrent of
come.

I withdrew and took off the condom, throwing it into a bin. "That was great." He
said and then he was on his knees lapping my come off my softening cock. Again
his hands roamed freely over my thighs and calves and there something incredibly
sexy about hands on legs when you're wearing tights or stockings. I can't
recommend it highly enough. It was so good that I began to get turned on again
so when he said "can I do you know?" I moaned a yes.

He stood up and pulled out another pack of lube and another condom. Talk about
being prepared. "Wait." I said and squatted down, not wanting to kneel and
ladder my hose. I looked at his cock, now almost at eye level and studied it for
a moment. It was uncut but the foreskin was pulled right back revealing a bright
purple head behind which was a long shaft with veins that bulged and throbbed
and bringing up the rear a dangling ball sack that swung slightly as he shifted
his weight. Before I let him screw me I wanted these beautiful, lipsticked lips
to wrap themselves around a cock.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the ridge behind the head, the underside of my
hot, moist tongue brushing across the top of the head as it looped over to lick
the other side. I then pressed it up against the bottom where the foreskin
joined the glans and shivered my tongue, a sensation that made him groan almost
loud enough for the distant hookers to hear. It was only then, with my tongue
pressed firmly up against the underneath that I leaned forward and allowed my
lipsticked mouth to slide completely over his stiff rod. I used one hand on the
base to stop him going so far in he'd choke me as I've never mastered the art of
deep throating but the twin delights of my firm grip and my willing tongue more
than compensated for that. I'd only had a few cocks in my mouth before but I'd
enjoyed them all so I was determined to get my fun. After all I was a long
legged, sexy blonde blowing a guy, what could be more natural? I slid up and
down his shaft, pressing my lips gently against his skin; firmly enough so that
I could suck hard but not so much that they didn't occasionally break the seal
and make a slurping noise. He found that a real turn on as I gave him a really
good, sloppy, blowjob.

Once my jaw began to ache I had to make a decision, either carry on and up the
pace, in which case I could look forward to a mouthful of come. I almost came
myself at the thought of returning to the dressing room and seeing that sexy
made up face with dribbles of semen on her chin.

Alternatively I could let him fuck me. I'd never fucked a man before tonight and
the only thing I'd ever had up my ass was a finger or two in the shower. I made
up my mind and with one last slurping suck pulled myself off his cock and stood
up. "Give it to me, honey." I said lasciviously.

He gulped and pulled out the rubber and lube he'd put back in his pocket. I was
about to drape myself over the old basket when he said "no, climb on it, I want
to see you as I fuck you."

I should have thought of it myself; getting fucked by a man while lying on my
back was my most intense fantasy. I clambered up in a not very lady like way but
as my lipstick was probably smeared by his cock and my own dick and ball sack
were swinging in the wind I suppose any pretensions I had about being a lady
were long gone. I was now officially a slut.

I lay on my back with my ass right on the edge of the basket, my shoulders and
head supported by the wall so that I was kind of in a sitting slouch with my
legs hanging in the air. I spread them wide like a woman would and watched as
this man I'd only just met smeared lubrication fluid over his condom covered
cock, a cock I'd had in my mouth a moment ago. I shivered in delight and
anticipation as he stepped between my legs and squirted a cold jet of lube onto
my hole. I felt myself contract so tried to relax and open myself up.
Fortunately he wasn't too rough and he was very slippery so that it was just a
moment of stinging as he slid into me and after a gasp of discomfort I realised
I now had another man's cock buried inside me.

I pictured what I must look like from his point of view, a pair of long legs
spread aside, breasts in a colourful blouse jiggling slightly, long blonde hair
and a beautiful face that moments before was being fucked and incongruously just
above where his cock was thrust another cock and balls. I groaned at the thought
and gasped as he pulled his cock outwards feeling the veins on it despite the
rubber, each one sending a zap of stimulation through me. I saw him from own
point of view, a tall, handsome man, sweating, and with cock emerging from
between my thighs. I noticed idly that my tights had torn, probably when I'd
spread my legs for him, but they still covered my legs from the upper thigh down
and I lifted one to rest on his shoulder, his hand coming up to meet it and
stroke my smooth skin through the gauzy fabric. As he pushed in and out of my
tight hole my other leg hovered free in the air and as his tempo increased I
loved the way it bounced freely in the air. Having my legs in the air and a
man's hands on them felt so sexy, so womanly, this is how real girls must feel
when their man is giving them a good fucking as mine was doing right now. I
could see my breasts jiggling through the satin blouse as he thrust in and out
and felt my ass muscles spasm as he gave me a good seeing to. I'd never had cock
like this before, the feel of it pounding into my soft innards like a steam
hammer, I wasn't in charge here, he was, he was giving it to me hard and I was
taking it, all of it, that throbbing meat that I'd been sucking on was now in
control of my very soul. "Fuck me." I gasped and he responded by grabbing the
top of my thigh and pulling me down onto him as he thrust in, my leg forced
straight up and almost to the point of breaking but it felt glorious as he made
me take that long, purple headed rod right up the ass.

He shoved into me and began to groan then his thrust became somehow more urgent
and I felt the condom fill and wished he hadn't worn one, wanting to be filled
up with his juices. His stroke became erratic but more brutal and as he plunged
into my tight, slippery hole I saw my own leg pointed straight up, long and
smooth, dark in the nylon, and with a spike heeled shoe on the end just like the
picture on the tights packet. This is who I am; I'm a girl who needs fucking.

I groaned and a great spurt of come burst from my cock and hit him in the face,
more erupting and spattering his chin, shirt and my blouse with drops as I felt
him fading inside me. He withdrew and as I lay there with my legs spread and my
asshole gaping he pulled off the condom and before I knew it emptied the
contents on my face. I opened my mouth and managed to eat most of it but great
dollops had landed on my face. He threw the empty rubber in the trash.

It was now a little awkward but we said our goodbyes and made a date for the
same thing, same time next week. Once I was sure he'd gone I hurried back inside
the theatre and looked at myself in the mirror. My tights were ruined, torn
around the crotch and ass and laddered down the back of one leg. My cock was
soft and I could feel lube oozing down the back of my thigh and my blouse was
ruined either by my own or his juices; and my face, well my face looked
fantastic. My lipstick was only a little smudged by all the gobbling I'd done
and my chin, cheeks and nose were drenched with his jism. I looked at the woman
in the mirror, me, spattered with semen and who had just been given a good
fucking by another man and felt myself getting hard AGAIN!

I wasn't sure I could wait another week.