Ballet Land Pt 05

After a few weeks, I decided to enter into some of my favorite ballets. I didn't' before because I was having so much fun learning and being around women in tights and leotards that I had almost forgotten about the fantasy aspect. I also loved wearing the simple class outfit and loved seeing the women in their outfits. In fact with women, the costumes almost inhibited the beautiful silhouettes created by the tights and leotards. Small details would would drive me crazy, catching the warm scent of a woman as she walked by, seeing them put on their slippers and pointe shoes, the way the dark leotard would sometimes hike up between their pink tights covered asses. In fact a couple of times I specifically sniffed someones ass after that.

I decided on Sleeping Beauty. I had always like the multiple fairies and switch in costumes to the countryside was nice. I started to notice that I had more interest in wearing tights, costumes and looking at others that touching women.

I learned that I could go to the wardrobe room for any costume I needed. I decided to dress as one of the prince's hunting part in the second act. I put on a tight fitting dark green tunic, white tights and knee high boots. They were fashioned like ballet slippers on the foot, and by this time I felt more comfortable in ballet slippers -- the idea of wearing my street shoes -or street clothes for that matter, seemed restricting.

As I went to the entrance tunnel to the Sleeping Beauty ballet, I saw my fairy guide there.I had not seen her in a couple of weeks and she greeted me with a smile. She was in a tight fitting catsuit with a sash belt and she wore a green velvet robe.

"Before you enter into this ballet," she said, "There are some more things about ballet land you must know." She stepped closer gazing into my eyes almost hypnotically.

"In Sleeping Beauty there are good and bad fairies. Like me, all the fairies here are real, they are not characters of dancers in ballet land like you. You must be careful of them. Their power comes from when you deny yourself, lie, or have a desire you are scared off. If you don't' trust yourself or your feelings the bad fairies will attack you. They will capture you the first chance they get so be careful."

"And one more thing," she said, "Now that you have been here awhile the rules are stricter, remember you must always obey, never touch or smell a fairy and never touch our clothing, even when we're not wearing it. But I don't want you to be scared, be brave and honest and wonderful things await you."

With this she gestured me to enter the tunnel and when I turned to say goodbye she was gone.

I first entered during a rehearsal of the first act, which the interior of the a castle. I loved the outfits of the fairies -- especially the light violet tights of the Lilac Fairy, who had the rounded, athletic legs of a trained ballet dancer. I loved how the tutu just covered her toros but I could catch glimpses of her ass.

During the second act I joined the huntsmen in a dance, they were all dressed similarly in white and grey tights and high boots. I looked at the rears of a group of them and thought it would be nice if there was a ballet where women dressed that way, at the same time I found myself with a hard erection, which I brushed off as excitement. After one of the dances, one of the men -- a handsome guy with light brown hair and blue eyes, smiled at me. I felt a little uneasy, not in a negative way, but I again disregarded it.

During one of the set rehearsals of the mens dances, we had a little slip up and a man backed into me and my hand landed on his ass. At first I thought it was a woman and I felt the warmth and softness just like a women's ass, and was enjoying it, but then realizing it was a man I quickly shut down.

As I was walking off the stage, I saw the bad fairy staring at me. Next to her was a man with exaggerated eyebrows like the costume for Afternoon Of the Fawn, who was in a full body unitard. Both stared at me in a way that made me feel uneasy and left the performance early.