Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 08:29:33 -0800 (PST)
From: lucy.roberts@excite.co.uk
Subject: The making of Lucy (part One  of Four)

Title: The Show must go on. (TV; M/M)

" The Show must go on." by Lucy Roberts.
Some of this story is autobiographical.
If you like this story please let me know


The "Gang Show" was the highlight of Ian's year. He loved to go on
stage and perform. He loved the fun of the rehearsals and especially
the week of performances at the local Odeon Theatre.

Aged 15 Ian had been in the Scouts for four years and this was his
third "Gang Show". He had enjoyed them all but this year was different.

The "Gang Show" was put on by the Scouts of the local area and that
meant only boys were involved. So when a girl's part was needed a
boy had to do. The last two years Ian had not been chosen for such
a part. For most of the boys that would have been a cause for relief
but for Ian it was a cause of annoyance. Ian was very different from
the other Scouts. From earliest childhood he had actually enjoyed
dressing in women's clothes, well in their under clothes at least.
He loved nothing more than to get a few moments alone in the
house and to put on some of his mother's undies.

More recently he had found opportunities to get into the bedroom
of his favourite aunt, a divorced woman, and put on some of her
panties and slips. There had been one glorious week that summer
when his aunt was away and Ian had the task of looking after her
dog. Every afternoon he would go round and, having the house to
himself would put on a bra, panties, tights and a slip and lay on
his aunty's bed enjoying the feel of the clothes until he could no
longer restrain himself and would masturbate.

No one knew of his liking for women's clothes but with this interest
he kept hoping that he would be able to play a girl part in the Show.

And now it was happening!

The show had been cast and one of the scenes involved a can-can
dance and Ian was one of a dozen who were to do the can-can. Actually
he had little idea of what a can-can dancer wore but he knew he would
have to be dressed as a girl and on stage.

The rehearsals went well except for a bit of teasing from some of the
other boys. Ian had to play along with his fellow dancers and pretend
to be put out. Then came the night when costumes were dished out
and finally Ian saw what he was going to wear. He couldn't believe
it. The dress was red and blue satin. It had a plain bodice with
spaghetti straps, a tight waist leading to the flared skirt, which had
piles and piles of ruffles on it. Underneath he was to wear a red satin
suspender belt for the black stockings and a delicious pair of red
satin panties with blue frills up the back.

Each boy was made to try the costume on there and then to check
it fitted. Each was subjected to some rude comments from other
members of the cast who were secretly glad they hadn't got the
part. Ian was delighted with the way the costume fitted, the feel
and look of it.

That night at home in his bedroom he waited for the family to
settle down. He opened his case and took out the costume. He put
on the suspender belt and then, with some difficulty smoothed
the stockings up his legs and clipped them to the suspenders.
Already his manhood was beginning to react so he quickly
stepped into the panties, pulling them up tight and fixing his
prick between his legs. He let the dress fall over his shoulders
and down over his hips. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair
was not quite long enough to be truly girl like but he was happy
with how he looked and more he loved how he felt. The material
of dress and panties felt so good against his skin. He let his hands
run up and down the smooth nylon on his legs and then across the
sensual satin of his panties. His prick began to grow and it wasn't
long before it was out in his hand and he was giving it long firm
strokes until he came.

Sunday came and it was time for the dress rehearsal. The boys
were split into various dressing rooms with about 12 boys in each
and each one supervised by an older boy. Ian found himself in a
dressing room with two others who were also doing the can-can.
 Their supervisor, Jon, was a seventeen year old Venture Scout.

The dress rehearsal was going quite well. Ian had been involved in
the opening tableau and one other sketch. Now it was time to get
ready for the can-can, which would begin the second half.

First he went down to make up. He already had the basic make up
on but now they added some bright blue eye shadow and brightened
up his lipstick. The make up lady also tried to comb his hair into a
more feminine style but he'd got a headpiece to put on anyway.

Back in the dressing room the teasing started, "Go on darling give
us a kiss," and such like.

The three dancers stayed together getting support from each other
when the boys asked them to give them a flash. One boy even tried
putting his hand up Ian's skirt. It was at that point that Jon stepped
in and told the rest to pack it in.

"Don't worry about them," he said to Ian. "You look great and
the show must go on so when you get the chance show them how
you can dance."

Ian felt a lot better and relaxed. The dance routine went fine and he
enjoyed being out there under the lights and with people looking at
him in a dress with stockings and panties.

He came back to the dressing room very flushed and excited. Jon
was there with one or two others. He offered to help Ian out of
his dress and Ian accepted. Jon undid the zip at the back and Ian
felt Jon's hands on his back as he eased the dress down. Ian
wondered whether the touch was necessary but quickly dismissed
the thought and later went home walking on air with the
whole experience.

The next night when it was time to get changed Jon offered to help
Ian. Having done Ian's zip up Jon let his hands roam over Ian's bare
shoulders. This time Ian couldn't dismiss the touch. He looked
round but no one else seemed to be watching.

Ian sat down and could feel his cheeks were flushed. Fortunately
there was about five minutes of the first act still to go and then
15 minutes of the interval for him to put Jon's touch out of his mind.
But he couldn't. His skin was alive as if he could still feel Jon's
hands there. It was a wonderful feeling.

That night the thrill of doing the dance was even greater because
there was a proper audience. Many eyes looking at him, at his
legs at his panties, seeing him as a girl. What a thrill and still
five more nights to go.

Ian returned to the dressing room as high as a kite to find Jon
waiting, and there could be no doubt he was waiting. Jon
maneuvered Ian into a corner and again offered to help him off
with the dress. Jon unzipped the dress and pushed it down allowing
his hands to go down onto Ian's waist and then onto his legs.
There was no doubt that Jon was touching him up. No one else
could see because Jon had his body between Ian and the rest of
the room.

Ian stood still and Jon's hands came to rest on his bottom. They
stayed there for a while as Jon felt the soft flesh through the satin
panties. Ian began to move his bottom gently. It just seemed to
happen as if he had no control over himself.

"You O.K?" Jon asked.

"Yes," sighed Ian. Jon gave Ian's bottom a final squeeze and
walked away.

That night in bed Ian's mind was in a whirl. He knew a bit about sex
between men and women from classes at school and playground
conversations but two men? What did he think? How did he feel?
He tried to think back. How did he feel when Jon's hands were on his
legs and his bottom? There was only one thought - he had liked it
and he knew he wanted it to happen again!

On Tuesday night as he came into the dressing room from make up
Ian asked Jon if he would help him get changed. The message was
clear. Jon zipped Ian's dress up with one hand and felt his bottom
through the dress and panties with the other.

"Come with me," he whispered, when Ian was dressed.

Jon led Ian to a door, opened it and let Ian in. It was obviously a
store of some sort. Jon closed the door and immediately his hands
ran up and down Ian's front as he pulled Ian to him.

"Your dress feels so nice," he said. "Do you like wearing it?"

"Yes," replied Ian. "It feels lovely against my skin."

Taking that as encouragement, Jon began to place little kisses on
Ian's bare neck and shoulders.

Jon found a couple of chairs and put them together. The two sat side
by side and Jon put his arm round Ian.

"You look really good like this you know," Jon said as he began to
ease the dress up revealing Ian's legs. Jon began to stroke Ian's legs.

"Do you like that?" he asked and Ian nodded. He did like it but he
wasn't sure why or where this was leading.

"You really do look like a girl Ian," Jon said.

"But I'm not a girl Jon. I'm a boy."

"Yes but I think you are a bit different aren't you? I  know you like
me touching you and I think you like wearing these clothes don't you?"

Again Ian nodded and Jon carried on "have you worn women's
clothes before?"

Ian told him a little about dressing in various pieces of lingerie
and how he enjoyed the feel of the clothes.

"So now you have some one who can enjoy it with you."

Now Jon's hand was at the top of Ian's thigh and moving from the
stocking across his bare thigh and onto the panties.

"I think you make a lovely girl," said Jon and with that pulled Ian
to him and their lips met. It was just a brief touch but it sent
Ian's skin tingling.

"We'd better be careful because we don't want to spoil your lipstick
as we have nothing to replace it and you could hardly go back to
make up and say you need it redoing because you've been kissing a boy!"

Ian laughed. It was clear he was relaxed and enjoying this and he was.

Jon stood him up and pulled up his skirt. Jon ran his hands up the
back of Ian's legs and onto his bottom. Then Jon stood up and put
his arms round Ian feeling the front of Ian's legs and thighs. Ian
could feel Jon's prick hard against his bottom and was slightly
disappointed when Jon said "Time to go, we don't want people
wondering where we are do we?"

The encounter gave Ian and extra spring in his step for the dance and
 when he returned to the dressing room he was looking for Jon to
help him. Ian stepped out of his dress and made no effort to get
changed any further allowing Jon furtively to run his hands over
his pantied bottom.

That night Ian couldn't resist taking the suspender belt, stockings
and panties home with him.

When the house was quiet he put them on and stood in front of the
mirror and imagined Jon touching him and kissing him and he
knew he wanted this to continue and go even further. He knew
he wanted Jon to treat him like a girl. What stuck out of his
panties was not very girl like but it needed dealing with.

The next night early on Jon whispered to Ian "I won't help you
get dressed tonight just come and meet me in the storeroom."

So, once ready, Ian slipped out to the room where Jon was waiting
for him. Jon opened his arms to Ian who stepped into them. Their
lips met but Ian quickly pulled away.

"Don't worry," said Jon, "I've borrowed a lipstick from make up."

So they kissed again and suddenly Ian found Jon's tongue in his
mouth. The few snatched kisses Ian had had with girls were never
like this. Jon's hand went up under Ian's dress holding and rubbing
his bottom. For quite a few minutes they stood there for all the world
a boy and girl enjoying an early romantic clinch. Ian could feel
Jon's prick hard against his tummy.

"You make a lovely girl," said Jon as he pulled away from Ian.

"Would you like to be my girl friend?"

Ian's head was spinning. "What you mean like boy and girl friend?"
he asked.

"Yes exactly."

"But how would that work?" Ian wondered.

"Well I'm not sure," said Jon. "I just think you look lovely as a girl.
I can't get you out of my thoughts and I can't keep my hands off you.
I don't know how it would work out. We'd just have to take it as it
comes and see how we feel."

With that he took Ian's hands in his. "Please say yes."

Ian had no intention of doing anything else. "Yes of course I
will Jon," he said.

Jon pulled Ian to him and kissed him again. Then he took Ian's hand
and placed it on his crotch. "See how horny you've made me."

With that he unzipped himself and took out his prick. Jon took Ian's
hand and put it on his prick. As they kissed Ian gently began to rub
the prick. It all seemed so right even when Jon came and they looked
down at the pool of cum on the floor.

That night in bed Ian tried to take a step back and think things
through. Was this what he wanted. Did he, a 15 year old boy, want
to be the girl friend to a 17 year old young man? Perhaps he should
stop it there but he knew he didn't want to. He wanted to have Jon's
attention, to have him near, to feel Jon's arms around him and his
hands on his body. And more he wanted to enjoy  Jon's kisses.

Through the rest of the week Ian and Jon met regularly to kiss
and touch in the store room. Jon made no attempt to get his prick
out again.

Soon it was Saturday night and the end of the show. While Jon
was redoing Ian's lipstick after their kissing session, he said,
"Can you come round to my house tomorrow afternoon? I have
a little surprise for you."

Ian said he could and went off to enjoy his last dance, flinging his
skirts around and showing his panties to a packed house with the
deep knowledge that he was more of a girl than people there realised.

When he got to Jon's house the next day Jon let him in.

"There's no one else here," he said. "They've all gone to see my
Grandma. I said I was tired after the last week so I could stay
at home."

He lead Ian upstairs to his bedroom. There on the bed was a pile
of clothes, girls clothes.

"Those are my sister Sarah's. I think they will fit you if you
want to try them on."

There was no if about it. Ian ushered Jon out of the room. He stripped
off and sorted out the clothes. He was amazed, but pleased, to find a
white suspender belt and black stockings. He didn't think many girls
wore such things. He put them on and the white nylon panties and
bra that he found on the bed. He looked around the room. The bra
was only 34b but the cups were empty. He found some tissues. They
didn't quite feel right but neither did the empty bra so he padded it
out a bit. Then he drew a white slip over his head. It was quite tight
but had the effect of fitting him like a glove and felt so sensuous
over his body and panties. Finally he put on a silky white blouse
and a short black skirt.

As he looked round he saw that Jon had thought of everything,
there were some bits of jewelry, a black hair band and a pair of
black shoes with small heels. He'd even found some old make
up so Ian put on some eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick.
Eventually he felt ready to be seen by his boy friend. Just the
thought made his tummy jump. He went downstairs to where Jon was.

Jon jumped up off the settee.

"Wow you look great Ian...." he said. "But I can't have a girl friend
called Ian. What shall I call you?"

"I like the name Lucy," she said.

"Fine well come and sit on the settee with me Lucy."

Lucy did just that aware that as she sat down the skirt rode up a bit.
But what the heck Jon had been used to seeing her in just panties
and stockings.

No sooner had she sat down than Jon has his arms round her and
was kissing her. She found herself being pushed back on the
settee. Jon pulled away and Lucy was aware of his eyes looking
at her and especially at her legs, where her skirt had ridden up.

"Oh Lucy you look lovely. You are every inch a beautiful girl.
I want you to be my girl friend for ever."

With that Jon took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

Inside the bedroom Jon stripped off his clothes. Lucy couldn't take
her eyes off  him and he peeled off his shirt and then pulled his trousers
and pants down to reveal his prick. It stood out firm and sure from a mass
of
curly pubic hair.

Jon walked over to Lucy, put his arms round her and unzipped her skirt.
It slithered over her nylon covered hips and fell to the ground. Carefully
with his eyes fixed on Lucy's he began to unbutton her blouse.

Now, as he kissed her shoulders and neck, his hands roamed over the
sensual nylon slip covering her young and feminine body. Lucy arched
her neck back under the feel of his kisses. More and more she was
finding out what it was like to be a girl and more and more she
was enjoying it.

Jon sat on the edge of the bed.

"Lucy will you be a good girl and suck my prick?" he asked.

Lucy simply nodded and knelt down between his legs.

She wanted to be a girl. She wanted to be Jon's girl and if this was
the price then she was prepared to pay it.

She knelt down in front of him. Her suspenders pulled on her stockings.
For a moment she looked at his prick and its big purple head. She took
it in her hands and held it for a moment. Then she opened her mouth
and let it slide over her lips. So far so good.  In fact it didn't seem bad
at all. Indeed as she began to suck on it she began to enjoy the experience
and, judging from the moans coming from Jon, he seemed to be enjoying
it as well.

Lucy sucked his prick and licked round it and round Jon's hairy balls.
She kissed the purple head before letting it slide once more into the
warm haven of her mouth. She looked up at him and even with a
mouth full of his prick she smiled to let him know she was happy to
be doing this for him. Happy to be his girl friend. As she continued
sucking Jon moved gently backwards and forwards as if he were
fucking her mouth but it was so gentle more like making love to her
mouth. He moved and Lucy sucked until with a gasp he came. Lucy had no
warning and suddenly Jon's cum was in her mouth and she could
only swallow it. Again she was surprised to find she enjoyed it. It was
such an intimate moment a deepening and sealing of their relationship.

Jon pulled her up on to the bed and they wrapped themselves
around each other. Jon's arms seemed so strong and Lucy, dressed
as she was, felt frail and girl like. It was delicious to lie together
like this.

"Lucy, darling," he said, "that was wonderful. I'm so glad you
agreed to be my girl friend."

"So am I," said Lucy. "I can hardly believe what has happened this
week. To be on stage dressed as a girl was great but now to be here
as your girl friend is just unbelievable. It is like a fantasy, a dream
and I don't want it to end."

"It won't end Lucy," said Jon. "We just need to be a little careful
that's all and we can enjoy being together and no one will be the wiser."

Later that afternoon, fully dressed they sat and chatted about how
it was going to be between them. Every so often they would kiss
and Jon's hands would go up Lucy's skirt but for the most part
they talked about how they could meet and where. About how
they could get clothes for Lucy and where they could keep them
and about how their relationship might progress

But more of that next time