Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Eric sighed as he scrolled through his phone. Another rejection email from a theatre company that he'd auditioned for the week prior made three rejections this week alone. While it had been a busy month it still meant that in the two years spent trying to become a professional actor all he had to his name were a couple credits as extras and minor characters.
Others might have given up by now but the problem was that Eric knew he was a good actor. He was damn good. But when you're 5'4" and got about as much muscle on you as a piece of string cheese it's difficult to get leading roles. It doesn't take a genius to realize that white, bearded men with unrealistically muscled physiques are in demand. It didn't help that Eric couldn't grow a beard either. Much like his acting career; it grew in slow and patchy.
At this rate Eric would be spending the rest of his life cleaning dishes at his nightly restaurant job. It wasn't exactly the worst job considering that his co-workers were nice and it gave him just enough money to pay rent and chip in for groceries. However, Eric was more ambitious than that and he'd spent too much time on perfecting his craft to give up now.
He was nearing the end of his shift at The Rotund Clam scrubbing away his frustrations in a sink brimming with soap suds when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He wondered who could be texting him at this time of night. That question was quickly answered when pulled off one of his rubber gloves, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his mobile phone illuminated with the name of his agent. It was a short email containing a script and a time to be tomorrow. He was auditioning for a lead role in some local independent theatre production. With his spirits dampened he knew he wouldn't get the leading role but it wasn't uncommon for the casting crew to recognize his talents and put him else in the show. Sometimes he'd get a couple of lines if he was really lucky.
Eric memorized the short script the night before and spent the following morning figuring out the role while his roommates were working at their actual jobs. By mid-afternoon he was taking the bus into one of the city's' many theatres to audition for a part he knew he wouldn't get. He wondered to himself whether or not he would be the kind of actor pigeonholed into silly minor roles for the rest of his life. Maybe if he was lucky or met the right person he'd get a breakout role in his mid 40's.
It was a short walk from the bus stop to the building; going over the lines in his head. He entered the unassuming door at the end of brief flight of descending stairs leading to a surprisingly sizeable theatre. Three people sat in the audience taking notes while a plethora of auditioners sat elsewhere waiting for their names to be called. There was a woman on the stage, script in hand, playing the character opposite those who auditioned. It was a fairly traditional setup for a production of this size.
Eric took a seat at the back of the theatre as he watched the auditions take place; waiting for his name to be called.
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Wahey! I hope you liked that little snippet. I haven't written in third person in ages so this was something a bit different from me. I'm also writing from a boy's perspective. What's up with that?
As you can probably guess from the title: this is a crossdressing roleplay. There's going to be plenty of build up and a slow burn so if you're looking for something quick and dirty then please look elsewhere. The basic premise is that while our young hero Eric isn't going to get the role as the male lead for this production he is going to be offered the female lead.
The thing that I want to focus on here is Eric's self-discovery as he realizes his hidden desires and uncovers his new sexuality. I want him put into situations where he feels embarrassed or ashamed. I want our shy and anxious protagionist to be prodded and pushed into directions that he might not be comfortable with but end up making him a better, and more happy, person. Character development is the name of the game here.
So, yeah, if this sounds like your thing then shoot me a message! If you're more comfortable writing in first person then that's okay too. <3
Others might have given up by now but the problem was that Eric knew he was a good actor. He was damn good. But when you're 5'4" and got about as much muscle on you as a piece of string cheese it's difficult to get leading roles. It doesn't take a genius to realize that white, bearded men with unrealistically muscled physiques are in demand. It didn't help that Eric couldn't grow a beard either. Much like his acting career; it grew in slow and patchy.
At this rate Eric would be spending the rest of his life cleaning dishes at his nightly restaurant job. It wasn't exactly the worst job considering that his co-workers were nice and it gave him just enough money to pay rent and chip in for groceries. However, Eric was more ambitious than that and he'd spent too much time on perfecting his craft to give up now.
He was nearing the end of his shift at The Rotund Clam scrubbing away his frustrations in a sink brimming with soap suds when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He wondered who could be texting him at this time of night. That question was quickly answered when pulled off one of his rubber gloves, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his mobile phone illuminated with the name of his agent. It was a short email containing a script and a time to be tomorrow. He was auditioning for a lead role in some local independent theatre production. With his spirits dampened he knew he wouldn't get the leading role but it wasn't uncommon for the casting crew to recognize his talents and put him else in the show. Sometimes he'd get a couple of lines if he was really lucky.
Eric memorized the short script the night before and spent the following morning figuring out the role while his roommates were working at their actual jobs. By mid-afternoon he was taking the bus into one of the city's' many theatres to audition for a part he knew he wouldn't get. He wondered to himself whether or not he would be the kind of actor pigeonholed into silly minor roles for the rest of his life. Maybe if he was lucky or met the right person he'd get a breakout role in his mid 40's.
It was a short walk from the bus stop to the building; going over the lines in his head. He entered the unassuming door at the end of brief flight of descending stairs leading to a surprisingly sizeable theatre. Three people sat in the audience taking notes while a plethora of auditioners sat elsewhere waiting for their names to be called. There was a woman on the stage, script in hand, playing the character opposite those who auditioned. It was a fairly traditional setup for a production of this size.
Eric took a seat at the back of the theatre as he watched the auditions take place; waiting for his name to be called.
***
Wahey! I hope you liked that little snippet. I haven't written in third person in ages so this was something a bit different from me. I'm also writing from a boy's perspective. What's up with that?
As you can probably guess from the title: this is a crossdressing roleplay. There's going to be plenty of build up and a slow burn so if you're looking for something quick and dirty then please look elsewhere. The basic premise is that while our young hero Eric isn't going to get the role as the male lead for this production he is going to be offered the female lead.
The thing that I want to focus on here is Eric's self-discovery as he realizes his hidden desires and uncovers his new sexuality. I want him put into situations where he feels embarrassed or ashamed. I want our shy and anxious protagionist to be prodded and pushed into directions that he might not be comfortable with but end up making him a better, and more happy, person. Character development is the name of the game here.
So, yeah, if this sounds like your thing then shoot me a message! If you're more comfortable writing in first person then that's okay too. <3