Until I was a senior in high school, I was pretty much a nobody. Then I tried out for the school play. In the play, I wore an elaborate gown even though I only had a small part. The auditorium was packed and things were going great until I went backstage between scenes.
The drama teacher, Mrs. Bates, said, "Shelly, we had a no-show and I need you to fill in. Quick, change into this costume."
I said, "But I don't know the part."
Mrs. Bates said, "You're just playing a little peasant girl. All you have to do is stand there until the King comes up to you. Then bend over so he can put a medallion around your neck. Once you get the medallion, turn and walk off the stage."
I said, "It sounds simple enough. I'll do it."
She said, "Terrific. Now get changed. You're on in a minute."
In the backstage darkness, I removed my gown. I was a little nervous because I was out in the open and all I had on was my bra and black tights. A few boys were staring at me so I quickly slipped on the peasant smock. Then I reached underneath and removed my black tights.
Even though I'm only five-foot-one, I was still a couple inches taller than the girl I replaced, so I was shocked to discover how short the character's costume was. I was barely able to fasten the snaps up the front of the little dress and the hem rested just below my pussy hair and butt cheeks.
I said, "Mrs. Bates, this smock is too small for me."
She asked, "Aren't you wearing shorts underneath it?"
I replied, "I don't have any shorts. I didn't know I'd be playing this part."
Mrs. Bates gave me a funny look and then she said, "Well, it will have to do."
Then I looked down at the floor and I was terrified to discover that my panties were bunched up inside my black tights. In the commotion of the quick change, I accidentally pulled my underpants off with my tights. Glancing in the mirror confirmed that I was bare-assed naked under the smock and the costume offered very little coverage of my private areas.
As I frantically tried to free my panties from my tights, Miss Bates grabbed my arm and said, "It's time for you to go on stage."
I yelped, "On stage? But...but..."
Before I could explain, I was thrust onto the stage in a tiny dress with nothing on underneath. The smock was made of a thin off-white material, but I have blonde hair so I was pretty confident that no one could see my fair-haired bush through the light fabric. However, I was still nervous because I had to stand near the front of the stage. Looking out at the crowd, I quickly sensed that the people in the front three or four rows could see right up my dress!
The character I portrayed was supposed to be a young peasant girl. Although I didn't have any lines, it was easy to see that I was becoming the focal point of the audience. Both younger boys and older men were slouching down in their seats to get a better view of my eighteen-year-old pussy.