Forced to Crossdress: Victoria Pt1 (Ea)

My name is Victor Foley. I’m a twenty-two-year-old fresh out of college and working my first job as an actor employed by a pretty well-known acting agency. It’s my dream job to be able to play characters on screen, and I was really excited to get to work.

The only problem is that I’m new and haven’t gotten the chance to show off my talent. So I mostly help with sets and occasionally get to play a background character. It’s so boring, and it makes me want to give up and go back to my hometown and find a dead-end job.

However, I’m under contract for five years, so I have to stay and work whatever role they tell me to, which does suck, but at the same time, I’m lucky enough to have a steady income here, which many actors don’t have.

So that helps me want to stay around; with it, I can live here and keep trying to get my chance to break out as a top-level actor. Until then, I’m stuck working as the personal servant for stuck-up, needy actors like Valerie Martinez.

She’s quite the famous actor, and despite being ten years older than me, we almost look like twins. She has the same hair and eye color as me, we’re the same height and about the same weight, and on top of that she seems to have ageless skin, making her look the exact same age as me.

It’s honestly unsettling and has caused some confusion on set as some of the staff mistake us. I honestly don’t know why I haven’t been sent to another set because of that; it really isn’t worth the trouble, but maybe that’s how the director feels about dealing with it in general.

So I just cleared up any confusion and got back to my assigned work, not thinking more than just being mistaken for Varlory would happen, but one day when I made it to set in order to start work, I walked in to the director yelling about Valerie not being there.

That was a common thing on this set. Valerie would come and go as she pleased, not caring what was scheduled or what needed to be done, and it caused a ton of delays, and the director wasn’t happy and needed someone to take it out on.

Who better than the poor guy who is thin, feminine looking and looks exactly like the movie star you're mad at? As soon as she saw me, she thought I was Valerie and came over and started yelling at me.

I was too nervous to correct her, and to be honest, she was so intense that not even the staff around us spoke up, all of whom knew me and knew right away that I wasn't Valerie. After ten minutes of being scolded for someone else's actions, the director took a deep breath.

She then told the dressing crew to take me and get me ready for today's shoots. Following that, she said no one was to make a sound, and if anyone wasted any more time, they’d be fired immediately. The director then clapped her hands and told everyone to get going.

Everyone started to move quickly, and before I knew it, I had been dragged to the dressing room. Once inside, I let out a deep sigh and stood there hoping that I could just hide in here until the director calmed down enough to realize I’m not Valerie.

The dressing staff had other ideas, though. They weren’t about to disobey the director, and the director told them to get me ready, so that’s what they were doing. I didn’t think they’d actually do it, so when they said they could change my look to help me not look like Valerie, I believed them.

I was then taken over to a chair and pushed down. Two people came over and one started to work on my face while the other worked on my hair. I tried to ask them exactly what they planned to do, but they kept telling me not to worry about it, so I didn’t.

I have no idea what they did to my face, but they did give me a wig with longer hair, saying that it would help me look very different. That made sense to me at the time, as actors wear wigs all the time to look different, and as an actor I’d need to get used to it anyway.

So I didn’t question that either. After getting that one, they had me walk over to the clothing racks and remove the clothes I came here in. Then, strangely, one of them put a blindfold on, telling me they wanted my new outfit to be a surprise.

I let out an awkward laugh and asked why, and I was just told since it was my first real time being dressed up for a part, they wanted to make it special. That was kind of touching, and again I believed them, showing how gullible I truly am.

I sat there blindfolded as they put several things on me. The first thing was wrapped around my chest and was quite warm once on, not to mention heavy. The second thing was gone over the first, I believe. The third thing was a waist cincher, and the fourth was a very tight pair of underwear.

After that they put a pair of shoes on my feet, which were really awkward. I kept feeling like I was going to lose my balance and fall over, but I had no idea why. The final bit of my outfit was put on after that, and it was really strange.

It was heavy and flowed to the floor but was also tight in the chest area and around my waist and seemed to be one entire piece with no pants attached. It was exactly like a dress. As soon as that thought hit my mind, I stopped going along with this and ripped the blindfold off.

I looked down at myself and gasped. I was right; it was a dress. It was a long, flowing purple dress with a decent-sized breast window, which I now apparently had to show off. I looked up at the crew and asked them why they tricked me into wearing Valerie’s costume.

They just said they were ordered too, and that was that; it wasn't personal. Well, it was to me, and I didn’t want to be wearing this stuff, never mind around so many people. So I told them to change me back, which they refused.

I sighed and said I’d just do it myself, but when I tried to remove the wig, I found that it was attached to my actual hair using a complex bobby pin setup, so unless I wanted to be bald, I’d need someone to take it off.

I was fine with the hair; that wasn’t a big deal, but the dress and heels I was wearing were. So I tried to take the heels off, but it was nearly impossible thanks to the long purple dress I was wearing and my inability to stand on one foot long enough to even touch the heel.

So giving up on that, I tried to take the dress off, but I couldn't get my arms around to the zipper, meaning I was also stuck in the dress. I let out a sigh, then looked at the crew and asked them what it’ll take to get out of this stuff.

They tell me nothing short of the director telling them to do it would make it happen. So that left me walking out of the dressing room slowly, with my face bright red from embarrassment, all the way to the director.

Once I got to her, she looked at me and smiled. She told me I looked great, then she handed me the script with the stuff Valerie was supposed to perform today. She then shoved me towards the set without giving me a chance to tell her about the mix-up.

I was then given a few minutes to read the script, which I did for some reason instead of trying to clear up the confusion. Once my time was up, the other actors came onto the stage and got into position.

The director called action and for the first time, I found myself on stage as the main character of a film. It was everything I’d wanted for so long; It’s just crazy that it’s happening while I’m being forced to cross-dress.