First night
Reading the blog "The school play" by william7777 reminded me about this. School musical, all boys school, cast as a girl (at least until I could no longer pass for alto or soprano), wearing borrowed underwear under my costume it all came flooding back ( no innuendo implied) as I read it .
(note:Oddly the sisters is automatically substituted by the uploader. Replace the asterisks with 'iste' for the original uncensored word - a close female relative)
My first was a light opera,the heavily frilled ball gowns brought groans when presented to us in the chorus, the inclusion of pantyhose was the final nail in the collectives' manhood but the icing on the cake for me. How to top that cake off? Luckily the gowns concealed everything beneath so a plan was hatched, a weekend at home with a visit to my older sisters room provided the topping in the form of a a white soft cup satin bra and maroon lace front full satin back panties (I still have the latter!).
Being an affront to their manhood, no-one wished to be seen putting on the offending tights so we 'ladies' dressed in the toilet cubicles thus giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my sisters bra and panties on under my gown.
The first time I did it (at dress rehearsal) was terrifying but the most turned on I'd ever been, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my breath was shallow and clicked in my throat in unison with my heartbeat. Everyone backchatted between cubicles to assuage their discomfort at "frocking up" and my voice would shake as I responded, I told them it was just nerves before the show to which they told me to "man up" which eluded a prompt "fuck off hose boys" from me and a smile to myself as I was secretly "girling up" instead .
The heat from stage lights ,the press of the bra, the pantyhose, the sensation of the lace fronted panty as I moved onstage and the thoughts of all of those people watching me fully dress-ed left me with a raging boner, the "who needs a tyre iron " kind. Then there came the dance scene (a fast waltz) a problem which had totally slipped my mind. My dance partner a senior with over a foot height difference on me could only place his right hand high up my back , surely he'd feel my bra beneath!
His right hand placed right over the bra hooks, waiting for the note to commence the dance my wood almost started to wane with this new terror, but no- he seemed not to notice, saved by my ruffles concealing what lay beneath! We swung into our waltz.
Now this guy was absolutely gorgeous, blue eyes, swept blond hair , a star school athlete. The first time I saw him I was smitten he was such a babe ,now here we were dancing across a stage with me FULLY dressed I was in heaven and as we twirled around the stage I thought I'd cum right there and then . NO! The director called halted the dance with a "it's perfect, take ten", the moment was gone ,two frantic minutes in the toilet and so was the erection.
First night arrived with me now confident I could get away with this, I was feeling full on SEXXXY that whole day. Opening night we frocked up as usual, me less usual than the rest , shortly thereafter it was curtains up. Now we had a full auditorium of which I suddenly became very aware of, I couldn't believe it - I would have previously considered it impossible but I was even more turned on!
The waltz was just before the interval and by the time it arrived my erection was beginning to ache blissfully. Step up to my partner -check, his hand in place on my back -check, bra unnoticed -check, unforeseen circumstance of penis extending awkwardly sideways out under the leg seam in my panty -check and action!
He was even hotter looking than ever (or I was just even more turned on?), it was bliss, too much bliss as it happened. The seam of my panties slid up and down the shaft of my cock as we stepped though the fast 1-2-3, while my pantyhose dragged deliciously across the tip as it slid across my now sweating thighs. The coup de grâce came when the waltz ended, that was when we turned to face the audience, the men bowed and we ladies curtsied. Though I was wearing pantyhose, the rough calico under my dress drawing across the tip of my cock was just the last straw, my balls emptied in one huge gush, my knees almost buckled as we held our head down pose on the stage to a rapturous applause from the crowd before the curtains closed, briefly I saw stars...
Looking down I could see sufficient cum had made it out through my pantyhose to form a pool on the stage that extended beyond the hem of my skirt. When the curtains closed we straightened up again, a half step and several shuffles of my feet and my shame was a mere smear on the floor (albeit a rather large one) that went unnoticed by anyone else.
He turned, smiled and gave me a cheerful "thank you,you were really good" I replied in kind though I believe mine was way more heartfelt. Appropriately enough, just then I was really dying for a cigarette!
(note:Oddly the sisters is automatically substituted by the uploader. Replace the asterisks with 'iste' for the original uncensored word - a close female relative)
My first was a light opera,the heavily frilled ball gowns brought groans when presented to us in the chorus, the inclusion of pantyhose was the final nail in the collectives' manhood but the icing on the cake for me. How to top that cake off? Luckily the gowns concealed everything beneath so a plan was hatched, a weekend at home with a visit to my older sisters room provided the topping in the form of a a white soft cup satin bra and maroon lace front full satin back panties (I still have the latter!).
Being an affront to their manhood, no-one wished to be seen putting on the offending tights so we 'ladies' dressed in the toilet cubicles thus giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my sisters bra and panties on under my gown.
The first time I did it (at dress rehearsal) was terrifying but the most turned on I'd ever been, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my breath was shallow and clicked in my throat in unison with my heartbeat. Everyone backchatted between cubicles to assuage their discomfort at "frocking up" and my voice would shake as I responded, I told them it was just nerves before the show to which they told me to "man up" which eluded a prompt "fuck off hose boys" from me and a smile to myself as I was secretly "girling up" instead .
The heat from stage lights ,the press of the bra, the pantyhose, the sensation of the lace fronted panty as I moved onstage and the thoughts of all of those people watching me fully dress-ed left me with a raging boner, the "who needs a tyre iron " kind. Then there came the dance scene (a fast waltz) a problem which had totally slipped my mind. My dance partner a senior with over a foot height difference on me could only place his right hand high up my back , surely he'd feel my bra beneath!
His right hand placed right over the bra hooks, waiting for the note to commence the dance my wood almost started to wane with this new terror, but no- he seemed not to notice, saved by my ruffles concealing what lay beneath! We swung into our waltz.
Now this guy was absolutely gorgeous, blue eyes, swept blond hair , a star school athlete. The first time I saw him I was smitten he was such a babe ,now here we were dancing across a stage with me FULLY dressed I was in heaven and as we twirled around the stage I thought I'd cum right there and then . NO! The director called halted the dance with a "it's perfect, take ten", the moment was gone ,two frantic minutes in the toilet and so was the erection.
First night arrived with me now confident I could get away with this, I was feeling full on SEXXXY that whole day. Opening night we frocked up as usual, me less usual than the rest , shortly thereafter it was curtains up. Now we had a full auditorium of which I suddenly became very aware of, I couldn't believe it - I would have previously considered it impossible but I was even more turned on!
The waltz was just before the interval and by the time it arrived my erection was beginning to ache blissfully. Step up to my partner -check, his hand in place on my back -check, bra unnoticed -check, unforeseen circumstance of penis extending awkwardly sideways out under the leg seam in my panty -check and action!
He was even hotter looking than ever (or I was just even more turned on?), it was bliss, too much bliss as it happened. The seam of my panties slid up and down the shaft of my cock as we stepped though the fast 1-2-3, while my pantyhose dragged deliciously across the tip as it slid across my now sweating thighs. The coup de grâce came when the waltz ended, that was when we turned to face the audience, the men bowed and we ladies curtsied. Though I was wearing pantyhose, the rough calico under my dress drawing across the tip of my cock was just the last straw, my balls emptied in one huge gush, my knees almost buckled as we held our head down pose on the stage to a rapturous applause from the crowd before the curtains closed, briefly I saw stars...
Looking down I could see sufficient cum had made it out through my pantyhose to form a pool on the stage that extended beyond the hem of my skirt. When the curtains closed we straightened up again, a half step and several shuffles of my feet and my shame was a mere smear on the floor (albeit a rather large one) that went unnoticed by anyone else.
He turned, smiled and gave me a cheerful "thank you,you were really good" I replied in kind though I believe mine was way more heartfelt. Appropriately enough, just then I was really dying for a cigarette!
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