Forced to Crossdress: Victoria Pt2 (Ea)

My name is Victor Foley. I’m a twenty-two-year-old who recently graduated college and was trying to make it as an actor, and today was the first time I got to play a real role in a movie; unfortunately, it was only because the director thought I was the movie’s star.

I was yelled at and then taken to the dressing room, where the crew tricked me into dressing up for Valerie’s part, which was incredibly embarrassing, as Valerie was a female, and her costume for this movie was a long, flowing purple dress.

So I had to walk around wearing that, the fake breasts the crew gave me to fit the dress, and a pair of heels. I tried to tell the director about the mistake, but before I knew it, I was tossed onto the set and told to act.

I know someone else might freeze up or continue to try and get out of this, but I wanted to be an actor, and this could be my chance to show what I can do, so I convinced myself to do it, even if I do so while crossdressing.

I cleared my throat and spoke my first line, and immediately the director called cut. My face turned to shock and I looked at her and asked what was wrong. She then looked confused and asked me what I was doing with my voice.

I let out a sigh as I realized my voice likely gave me away. I was a bit disappointed but also relieved. I wouldn’t have my big moment to shine, but at least I wouldn’t have to continue crossdressing. I was about to finally explain what happened when the director said something that shocked me.

She said that my voice was much more feminine than normal. My jaw dropped open and I couldn’t believe it. As I sat there shocked, the director was talking to some of the others on set. She then told me it was agreed upon that the voice I was currently using was much better.

The director said we’d have to redo all the previously filmed lines, but that could be done later in a recording booth. She then gave me a thumbs up and told me to keep using my more feminine voice. Once I heard that, my face turned bright red, and I pointed at the director.

I was embarrassed and not thinking clearly, but I told her that my voice was plenty masculine, and then I pouted and turned back towards the set. The director had no idea what I meant by that and simply chose to ignore it.

So once again I found myself in the spotlight. Like before, I said the line as I was supposed to and then waited as the other actors did the same. We’d go back and forth until the scene we were in was done, then we’d move onto the next.

I had no idea what the movie was really about at first, but as we filmed more and more. It seemed to be about a war between two kingdoms, all because the princess, the character I was playing, refused to marry the other kingdom's prince.

It was because she was in love with a knight who served to protect her. The first scene I filmed was where the princess found out she was to marry a prince. That was easy to play; I was just supposed to be shocked, quiet and reserved as the character was trying to process it.

The next scene was of the princess comforting the king and queen to tell them she couldn’t marry that prince, as she was in love with another. That scene was a bit embarrassing; I had to cry, beg them to let me marry who I loved, and, of course, act extremely girly.

Despite all that, the director and the rest of the crew loved my performance, and they liked that I wasn’t putting up much of a fuss like the real Valerie does, meaning we were able to get a lot more done in one day.

After that there was a quick scene in the princess’ bedroom. I had to sit on the bed and cry some more, then stand at the window and look out over the town. The knight my character was in love with then suddenly knocked at my door.

He had heard me crying and wanted to know if I was okay. The scene required me to pull him into the room and then close the door. Then I was to continue crying and tell him everything, from marrying the prince to loving him with all my heart.

Again, super embarrassing, especially because most of that scene involved the actor playing the knight holding me in his arms and running his hand through my hair. Which made me feel so small… yet strangely comforting.

That scene ended with me having to beg the knight to flee the kingdom with me to start a new life somewhere far away. The knight, being madly in love with the princess as well, agreed. The next scene would be a simple one.

We put on cloaks and snuck around the props made to look like a castle, eventually making it to the field outside the kingdom, which was when our happily ever after was supposed to start, but what’s a movie without a bit of drama?

Before we could fully escape, we were surrounded by enemy soldiers. They captured us and brought us to a secret camp, where the prince of the other kingdom was staging to attack the princess’ kingdom.

The last scene we filmed involved me being tied up to a chair and having to listen to the grand plan of the prince. He was planning to invade and take over; on top of that, he still planned to take my character as his wife.

Then, out of nowhere, the actor playing the prince came out of nowhere and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t in the script so I had no idea it was coming. While it happened, I just sat there shocked, eyes wide. Once he removed his lips, he stayed in close, still in character and asked me if I liked that.

I did not stay in character, and I headbutted the guy and called him an asshole. The director called "cut" after that, then looked at some of the other crew, and no one seemed upset. So I guess they liked how it played out.

The actor I headbutted was a bit pissed since I actually did it instead of acting like I did it. He called me a few names before walking off set. I then sat there waiting to be untied while several other people were doing things.

After about ten minutes the director came over to me and started telling me that today was some of my best work and that she was glad I was finally taking this seriously. She then began to untie me, and that’s when some real-world drama began.

In walked the real Valerie, who seemed a bit tipsy. She was yelling and stumbling around, saying some of her lines poorly and pushing and cursing out crew members. The director stopped untying me and then looked at her.

After a minute of watching the real Valerie, most of the crew realized something was wrong, especially the director. It was now painfully obvious that there was a very drunk Valerie who seemed like the normal one and a Valerie in costume who seemed nicer and was working hard.

The director looked at me and asked who I was, but before I could answer, Valerie made her way over to us. She started screaming when she saw me, and then she started accusing the director of replacing her and saying she was going to regret breaking her contract.

She then looked at me and scoffed, saying it was disgusting they let a man wear her costume. She then flipped me off before telling the director to burn the dress, as she definitely wouldn’t put it back on after a gross man wore it. I let out an awkward laugh, and the director looked at me surprised.

She asked me if I was really a man, and I felt myself turning red as I told her yes. She let out a very long sigh, then said something about her movie set being a mess. She then told everyone to go home for the night, including Valerie.

Valerie wanted to argue, but even a tipsy Valerie knew not to mess with the very intense director when she was angry, so she stumbled away. The director didn’t say anything to me but did finish untying me. She then just walked away.

I sighed as I got up and walked towards the dressing room. I don’t know what’s going to happen now, but I get the feeling I’ll probably be fired, which sucks, but honestly it was nice while it lasted—well, not the crossdressing part or being kissed by a guy.

After all that, I arrived at the changing room ready to put this all behind me, but then things only got worse. The crew in charge of makeup and costumes was gone already, meaning I had no one to take all this stuff off of me, meaning I’m going to be stuck cross-dressing until tomorrow.

Worse than that… I have to use the bathroom… I have to go out and buy dinner… and then I have to go home… Worse than all of that is I don’t own a car… So I’m going to be forced to cross-dress as I walk through my city… this day only gets better and better…