Re: Ellie's Quick Change: parts 1-3
Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2026 9:00 pm
Part 3: The Performance
When I arrived for the first day of the live Performance I was nervous. Mostly because I would be performing in front of so many people. I couldn't ignore the quick changes though. The exposure kept creeping back into my mind. It was to the point that I was almost constantly thinking about being naked in front of the guys. When I walked backstage I saw the greatest thing I had ever seen. There was a little room made of curtains where I had been naked for the dress rehearsal. It was up against the wall and had an L shaped part with the side to the stage enterance curtained and the side to backstage curtained. There was another curtained wall blocking the other side but set back far enough that Rebecca could enter and there was a chair for her to sit in. Jeff came up to me and said, "I made you a little something." It was the kindest gesture anyone had ever done for me! I was so relieved! Wth my mind at ease I put on the best performance ever! When it was time for my first quick change I ran back stage and the side closest to me was opened and Jeff was standing next to it. As soon as I crossed it he snapped the curtain shut so I had all the privacy I needed.
Rebecca seemed very irritable. For each change she was jerking my clothes off like they had called her fat. It kind of hurt sometimes. Once I kind of resisted her aggressive behavior and she smacked my bare butt like I was her child. I was livid. I knew my mom would have her job, and maybe a few of her teeth. She couldn't treat me like that.
The show went great! The kiss scene was amazing! After we finished our bow, I went to the dressing room and got changed to street clothes. Before I left I asked Jeff if he knew what Rebecca's problem was. Apparently the director had scolded her that morning. The director said she should have been practicing quick changes with me for weeks, and that she should have told me to get a nude bodysuit to protect my privacy. "The last thing we need is a lawsuit for harassment!" She apparently said. Mostly it was because I had gotten to the stage late a couple times during rehearsal.
I guess Rebecca was ticked because her job had been threatened and she blamed me. I didn't say anything to my mother about her slapping my butt, I would wait till after the final show, but I would make sure she got in trouble for that. For now I was just excited about the show, and relieved that no boys would be seeing me naked again.
When I showed up the next day everything looked the same. Rebecca was even being nice. Maybe someone said something to her. The first couple scenes went great. Things went very differently at the first quick change though. When I stepped into my first outfit the crotch of the built in leotard was cut straight across the bottom. "Whats going on" I stammered? "Why is it cut?" "Thats what you get you little brat" she scolded. "You think your privacy is worth me getting fired, fine. But you'll see how much privacy you get now!" "Get out there and perform. The show must go on" the words cut deep. She was right. I couldn't let everyone down for fear of a wardrobe malfunction. I had to buck up and deal with it.
My mind was swirling. I was about to go on stage with a huge risk of exposing my coochie to a full audience. My heart was racing. I could barely focus. I know my performance had to suffer. I moved a little slower to avoid my dress twirling up. Fortunately I remembered all if my lines, despite my mental dispair. I felt the fabric flapping in the front and back. It tickled, kind of felt good to be honest. But it was a constant reminder that my privates could be revealed to the public at any moment. As a matter of fact it would! Oh my God! The dance! During the song for this scene I had to lift my leg to 90 degrees and do a full spin bent over. It was a weird balet move, but it made sense in the context of the dance.
My heart was pounding through the whole song. I knew my face was red. I couldn't avoid it. I couldn't ruin the show for everyone else. I closed my eyes. Tried to dissappear into my own world. My leg went up. My face felt so hot. I spun around with my dress twirling up past my hips. I was humiliated, and felt so naughty at the same time. Like I was doing it on purpose. When I was in 3rd grade I knew a girl that hung upside down from the jungle gym in her dresses. All the boys could see her panties. I thaught she was so bad. Now I was doing worse! I was showing my privates to the world! People were recording their children and grandchildren. Now every time they watched the tape they would see my bitts. A few measures felt like eternity. My leg went down. Finally I was free from exposure. The song ended and I rushed backstage for the next change. How was I going to survive after that. At least it was over.
The curtain snapped behind me, my dress hit the floor and I pulled my corset on. I tried to focus on the task. To keep my mind off of what just happened. I pulled my top over my head and started to step into my skirt. WHAT? Where was the leotard! No! She couldn't! She had cut the whole leotard out. This was insane. There was no way to avoid it. I was going to show everyone my butt and cooch. I almost threw up right there. She smacked my butt hard. "Deal with it princess" she chuckled menacingly. I couldn't! This was way too much. Surely no one would blame me if I refused. So many people had worked hard on this. I couldn't let my dignity ruin it for everyone. I rushed out on stage.
Line after line. Step after step. I forced myself to move forward. I knew what was inevitable. The dance for this scene included a full on spin. Several rotations. I knew from experience that my dress twirled up halfway through the first spin and wouldn't drop until I stopped. The song dragged on forever. Each beat was pounding my sentence into my brain. I felt like a year went by. I put my left foot on my right knee and began to spin. The cold air hit my secret regions. The skirt twirled out. I knew what the audience saw. Butt, cooch, butt, cooch, butt, cooch. Over and over and over. Children, dads and grandads. Friends, family and strangers. All looking directly up at me, they had a perfect angle to see the most intimate parts. It couldn't get worse than this.
I rushed backstage fighting back tears. Oh, they would come, but not yet. I was going to finish this. I had to. I faced Rebecca for the last time of this performance. I couldn't believe what I saw. The bloomers were in place. Maybe she was done with me. She pulled the dress up and began buttoning the back. But the top button never happened "top ones broken" she said. NO! Was this the plan? She'd exposed my lower parts, now she would show the top. What kind of person does that to an 11 year old girl.
Its ok, I thought. I can be careful. I dont have to expose my boobs just because she wants me too. I was very intentional with each move. A few times the top dropped just enough to almost show my nipple. I was so proud. I had foiled her plan and would have one secret left. I was super careful during the dance not to step on my dress. I knew that would be catastrophic. The most risky part was the toss. Jude would have to throw me to a platform where I would finish the act with Parker.
Jude stepped up and put his hands on my hips. OH, NO! He stepped on my dress. Please no. I was miked up. I couldn't say anything without the whole theater hearing. He grabbed my armpits and tossed me. I knew now it was on purpose. She must have paid him to humiliate me. He normally threw me from my hips. As I landed on the platform, I lookd down and saw my dress where I was just standing. It was over. I was naked in front of hundreds of people. The spotlight centered on me waiting for my lines. I turned to run. I couldn't go on like this. Rebecca looked at me sternly and pointed at the stage. I hesitated, no! I can't. I looked to my left. Parker was shocked. His eyes were huge. He reached out to me and I went to him. I said my lines like a prisoner being tortured. He grabbed my hipps, pulled me in and kissed me. When his hand grabbed my butt, it actually felt comforting. He lifted my off the ground and held my by my butt cheeks. Kissing like never before. My naked body pressed against his clothes. I didn't know weather to die or melt in his arms. The music started for our last song. This was going to be bad. I had a spin in this song with my leg lifted straight up. The move ended with my legs facing the audience, and holding the split for several seconds.
By this point I had gone full spiral into my own world. I couldn't look at the audience. The stunned faces and cameras were more than I could stand. The 3 and a half minute song lasted a decade and I aged 20 years I think. Everyone was looking at me. I might as well have been alone on the stage. I looked out and saw my mom being held back by security. She was lit, and she should have been. I knew heads were gonna roll. Fat lotta good its doing me now though. Each eye in The audience stared at all of the peices that made me a girl. My graceful move into teen years and adulthood was ruined by the prying eyes of my whole town, school and church. I would never go in public again without knowing that someone if not everyone I saw knew my intimate secrets. My life had fallen to disaster.
My leg rose, the crowd gasped. It was done. The audience saw more than a doctor should. My puffy bits were spread open, and my cheeks parted. I spun once slowly then held. 1 second... 2 seconds... 3 seconds... 4 seconds... 5 seconds. If there was a gynecologist in the crowd he could have done my first visual exam from his seat. No need to go to the office now. My breath was leaving me. I came to grips with what I had just done. It couldn't be undone. It wasn't over. It would never be over. It would replay in the minds and on the phones of everyone in the audience for many years. This isn't a memory you forget. They will be in their 80s and remember the time that poor girl lost her dress on stage and performed an x rated dance for all to see.
I ran off stage. I collapsed in Jeffs arms and almost started to weap. "The bow!" I heard everyone say. I don't know what possessed me but I rushed back out, held Parkers hand and bent at the waist, bowing for the crowd fully naked. You're so brave Parker said as he patted my but while we walked off stage. I found Jeff again and fell into his arms. It had to be awkward for him holding a naked 11 year old girl, but I needed him. He rubbed my bare back and told me he was proud of me for being strong. "Its going to be ok" he said. But it couldn't be. I embraced him and wept.
Rebecca was fired on the spot. They actually pressed charges and she faced major consequences. But it didn't matter. Nothing could give me back what she took. Before the final performance the costume designer was able to repair the dresses and give my back my privacy. When I showed up for the last day I told the director that I wanted Jeff to handle the quick changes. She started to protest and then said "you know what, you've been through enough. The least I can do as accommodate your request." Jeff was a lot more gentle and caring. He did brush over some parts a little more, but I dont think it was intentional. Each time something came off or on he pulled it over my butt with his thumbs or fingers dragging softly over each cheek. I didn't mind. He was so gentle and caring. When he finished each costume he would patt my butt and say "break a leg out there kid." It was the best performance we did and I was so proud. It was also the most packed. I wonder why that was. It was standing room only. Surely people weren't hoping for another show like the last one.
When I arrived for the first day of the live Performance I was nervous. Mostly because I would be performing in front of so many people. I couldn't ignore the quick changes though. The exposure kept creeping back into my mind. It was to the point that I was almost constantly thinking about being naked in front of the guys. When I walked backstage I saw the greatest thing I had ever seen. There was a little room made of curtains where I had been naked for the dress rehearsal. It was up against the wall and had an L shaped part with the side to the stage enterance curtained and the side to backstage curtained. There was another curtained wall blocking the other side but set back far enough that Rebecca could enter and there was a chair for her to sit in. Jeff came up to me and said, "I made you a little something." It was the kindest gesture anyone had ever done for me! I was so relieved! Wth my mind at ease I put on the best performance ever! When it was time for my first quick change I ran back stage and the side closest to me was opened and Jeff was standing next to it. As soon as I crossed it he snapped the curtain shut so I had all the privacy I needed.
Rebecca seemed very irritable. For each change she was jerking my clothes off like they had called her fat. It kind of hurt sometimes. Once I kind of resisted her aggressive behavior and she smacked my bare butt like I was her child. I was livid. I knew my mom would have her job, and maybe a few of her teeth. She couldn't treat me like that.
The show went great! The kiss scene was amazing! After we finished our bow, I went to the dressing room and got changed to street clothes. Before I left I asked Jeff if he knew what Rebecca's problem was. Apparently the director had scolded her that morning. The director said she should have been practicing quick changes with me for weeks, and that she should have told me to get a nude bodysuit to protect my privacy. "The last thing we need is a lawsuit for harassment!" She apparently said. Mostly it was because I had gotten to the stage late a couple times during rehearsal.
I guess Rebecca was ticked because her job had been threatened and she blamed me. I didn't say anything to my mother about her slapping my butt, I would wait till after the final show, but I would make sure she got in trouble for that. For now I was just excited about the show, and relieved that no boys would be seeing me naked again.
When I showed up the next day everything looked the same. Rebecca was even being nice. Maybe someone said something to her. The first couple scenes went great. Things went very differently at the first quick change though. When I stepped into my first outfit the crotch of the built in leotard was cut straight across the bottom. "Whats going on" I stammered? "Why is it cut?" "Thats what you get you little brat" she scolded. "You think your privacy is worth me getting fired, fine. But you'll see how much privacy you get now!" "Get out there and perform. The show must go on" the words cut deep. She was right. I couldn't let everyone down for fear of a wardrobe malfunction. I had to buck up and deal with it.
My mind was swirling. I was about to go on stage with a huge risk of exposing my coochie to a full audience. My heart was racing. I could barely focus. I know my performance had to suffer. I moved a little slower to avoid my dress twirling up. Fortunately I remembered all if my lines, despite my mental dispair. I felt the fabric flapping in the front and back. It tickled, kind of felt good to be honest. But it was a constant reminder that my privates could be revealed to the public at any moment. As a matter of fact it would! Oh my God! The dance! During the song for this scene I had to lift my leg to 90 degrees and do a full spin bent over. It was a weird balet move, but it made sense in the context of the dance.
My heart was pounding through the whole song. I knew my face was red. I couldn't avoid it. I couldn't ruin the show for everyone else. I closed my eyes. Tried to dissappear into my own world. My leg went up. My face felt so hot. I spun around with my dress twirling up past my hips. I was humiliated, and felt so naughty at the same time. Like I was doing it on purpose. When I was in 3rd grade I knew a girl that hung upside down from the jungle gym in her dresses. All the boys could see her panties. I thaught she was so bad. Now I was doing worse! I was showing my privates to the world! People were recording their children and grandchildren. Now every time they watched the tape they would see my bitts. A few measures felt like eternity. My leg went down. Finally I was free from exposure. The song ended and I rushed backstage for the next change. How was I going to survive after that. At least it was over.
The curtain snapped behind me, my dress hit the floor and I pulled my corset on. I tried to focus on the task. To keep my mind off of what just happened. I pulled my top over my head and started to step into my skirt. WHAT? Where was the leotard! No! She couldn't! She had cut the whole leotard out. This was insane. There was no way to avoid it. I was going to show everyone my butt and cooch. I almost threw up right there. She smacked my butt hard. "Deal with it princess" she chuckled menacingly. I couldn't! This was way too much. Surely no one would blame me if I refused. So many people had worked hard on this. I couldn't let my dignity ruin it for everyone. I rushed out on stage.
Line after line. Step after step. I forced myself to move forward. I knew what was inevitable. The dance for this scene included a full on spin. Several rotations. I knew from experience that my dress twirled up halfway through the first spin and wouldn't drop until I stopped. The song dragged on forever. Each beat was pounding my sentence into my brain. I felt like a year went by. I put my left foot on my right knee and began to spin. The cold air hit my secret regions. The skirt twirled out. I knew what the audience saw. Butt, cooch, butt, cooch, butt, cooch. Over and over and over. Children, dads and grandads. Friends, family and strangers. All looking directly up at me, they had a perfect angle to see the most intimate parts. It couldn't get worse than this.
I rushed backstage fighting back tears. Oh, they would come, but not yet. I was going to finish this. I had to. I faced Rebecca for the last time of this performance. I couldn't believe what I saw. The bloomers were in place. Maybe she was done with me. She pulled the dress up and began buttoning the back. But the top button never happened "top ones broken" she said. NO! Was this the plan? She'd exposed my lower parts, now she would show the top. What kind of person does that to an 11 year old girl.
Its ok, I thought. I can be careful. I dont have to expose my boobs just because she wants me too. I was very intentional with each move. A few times the top dropped just enough to almost show my nipple. I was so proud. I had foiled her plan and would have one secret left. I was super careful during the dance not to step on my dress. I knew that would be catastrophic. The most risky part was the toss. Jude would have to throw me to a platform where I would finish the act with Parker.
Jude stepped up and put his hands on my hips. OH, NO! He stepped on my dress. Please no. I was miked up. I couldn't say anything without the whole theater hearing. He grabbed my armpits and tossed me. I knew now it was on purpose. She must have paid him to humiliate me. He normally threw me from my hips. As I landed on the platform, I lookd down and saw my dress where I was just standing. It was over. I was naked in front of hundreds of people. The spotlight centered on me waiting for my lines. I turned to run. I couldn't go on like this. Rebecca looked at me sternly and pointed at the stage. I hesitated, no! I can't. I looked to my left. Parker was shocked. His eyes were huge. He reached out to me and I went to him. I said my lines like a prisoner being tortured. He grabbed my hipps, pulled me in and kissed me. When his hand grabbed my butt, it actually felt comforting. He lifted my off the ground and held my by my butt cheeks. Kissing like never before. My naked body pressed against his clothes. I didn't know weather to die or melt in his arms. The music started for our last song. This was going to be bad. I had a spin in this song with my leg lifted straight up. The move ended with my legs facing the audience, and holding the split for several seconds.
By this point I had gone full spiral into my own world. I couldn't look at the audience. The stunned faces and cameras were more than I could stand. The 3 and a half minute song lasted a decade and I aged 20 years I think. Everyone was looking at me. I might as well have been alone on the stage. I looked out and saw my mom being held back by security. She was lit, and she should have been. I knew heads were gonna roll. Fat lotta good its doing me now though. Each eye in The audience stared at all of the peices that made me a girl. My graceful move into teen years and adulthood was ruined by the prying eyes of my whole town, school and church. I would never go in public again without knowing that someone if not everyone I saw knew my intimate secrets. My life had fallen to disaster.
My leg rose, the crowd gasped. It was done. The audience saw more than a doctor should. My puffy bits were spread open, and my cheeks parted. I spun once slowly then held. 1 second... 2 seconds... 3 seconds... 4 seconds... 5 seconds. If there was a gynecologist in the crowd he could have done my first visual exam from his seat. No need to go to the office now. My breath was leaving me. I came to grips with what I had just done. It couldn't be undone. It wasn't over. It would never be over. It would replay in the minds and on the phones of everyone in the audience for many years. This isn't a memory you forget. They will be in their 80s and remember the time that poor girl lost her dress on stage and performed an x rated dance for all to see.
I ran off stage. I collapsed in Jeffs arms and almost started to weap. "The bow!" I heard everyone say. I don't know what possessed me but I rushed back out, held Parkers hand and bent at the waist, bowing for the crowd fully naked. You're so brave Parker said as he patted my but while we walked off stage. I found Jeff again and fell into his arms. It had to be awkward for him holding a naked 11 year old girl, but I needed him. He rubbed my bare back and told me he was proud of me for being strong. "Its going to be ok" he said. But it couldn't be. I embraced him and wept.
Rebecca was fired on the spot. They actually pressed charges and she faced major consequences. But it didn't matter. Nothing could give me back what she took. Before the final performance the costume designer was able to repair the dresses and give my back my privacy. When I showed up for the last day I told the director that I wanted Jeff to handle the quick changes. She started to protest and then said "you know what, you've been through enough. The least I can do as accommodate your request." Jeff was a lot more gentle and caring. He did brush over some parts a little more, but I dont think it was intentional. Each time something came off or on he pulled it over my butt with his thumbs or fingers dragging softly over each cheek. I didn't mind. He was so gentle and caring. When he finished each costume he would patt my butt and say "break a leg out there kid." It was the best performance we did and I was so proud. It was also the most packed. I wonder why that was. It was standing room only. Surely people weren't hoping for another show like the last one.