"Baby girl, I hope you have been thinking about our conversation the other night. Inside the box you will find what you are to wear this evening. Be r...eady and at the front of your building at 6:00 pm and don't be late. Daddy." What was this man thinking. I was NOT his baby girl. Who was he ordering me around. I put the card down without even looking in the box. I went to my desk and began to work. But my eyes kept looking up to this box. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I got up and went. As she finished with the curling iron, Mistress took a can ofhairspray and misted it all over my head, stiffening the hair anddefining the unmistakably feminine mass of curls. The spray waslike a magical mist, spreading its aroma throughout the room andlanding in small particles on every curve of my body.The body shaper gripped my upper body in its satin embrace,pushing out my upper chest into an approximation of femalebreasts. From time to time, Mistress would reach in as she wasperforming her. I’d done a few ads and kids TV which is basically a mechanism used to weed out those who are not truly masochistic enough to want to act.Repertoire work is less popular than it was, thanks largely to TV and film. Back then a rep company would do several plays a month using the same cast. It was, for people like me, an apprenticeship. Most companies had people on their way up, a few very competent if unambitious members who liked the stability, and people on their way down. These were often. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Diane," my wife greeted her warmly. "Please come in."We stood aside and ushered her into the room, letting our eyes roam up and down her body as she took off her jacket. We had asked our guest to wear something provocative, but tasteful, and Diane didn't disappoint us. Her white sweater halter top was secure around her neck and across her lower back, leaving the arms, shoulders, upper back, and lower midriff bare. She had no bra on underneath, so we could.