Stacy Everett, the girl playing the female lead of the production tonight. While you hadn't been extremely close to her as other people on the crew, she was a pretty snobbish type of person. She was normally surrounded by her friends but during practice and rehearsals she was on her own, though it was hard to tell a difference based on how bitchy she could be. The last few rehearsals, she had fought with the director and actors about her role in the production. It didn't go down as well as she had hoped to. Still, it was either ignore her and face the consequences later or get this out of the way now. You summoned forth some courage and moved back towards Stacy and offered a wave as you approached.
"H-Hi, Stacy." You managed to squeak out. She looked at you with eyes that were filled to the brim with disinterest. Her eyes glued to her phone, it took about three seconds before she responded to your greeting. "Yeah. Hey, Sam." The name didn't seem familiar to you before you remembered that it was your name, duh.
"Listen, I can't do the play tonight." You nearly jumped in surprise at the news. "But it's our opening night! Why not?" You asked Stacy as she appeared to be texting somebody right in the middle of your conversation. She was almost unbearable at times like this. "I've got a date with my boyfriend at 8. It's our anniversary, so we can't miss it." While the old you would have been livid and screaming at her, all you could do now was to try and appear aggravated by the news. Keyword being "try." "Y-You can't do this! We need you here! Tell your boyfriend..." She gave you one of those looks, striking fear into your heart. Pausing, you would stammer off and apologize while shrinking down into your sweater.
"But, lucky for you, I have a proposition." Stacy brought you close as your red cheeks would only darken. Her fingers combed through your hair while her fingers traced your cheeks. You tried to speak but your mouth seemed to be refusing to work at the moment. "Why don't you try your hand at acting if you're so upset about me leaving for a show? Don't think I haven't seen your "secret stash." No, how the hell did she get that? All the people you had sent those rather lewd photos of you in full femboi cosplay. Stacy laughed a little at you blushing.
"Don't worry, I won't tell. Unless you want to not do it~ Plus, you'll be able to kiss Jonathon at the end." She added. Jonathon, the foreign exchange student, had been one of your deepest crushes since the school year began. You rcalled seeing his take off his shirt at gym and rush to the bathroom stalls to relieve yourself to his body. Without the veiled threat, it would be hard to really turn this down. You took a minute before replying.
"But I don't even look like a girl, let alone fit the part., She brought your face closer to hers while brushing some hairs from your face. "Don't you worry about that. I can make fit that part perfectly. Now do we have a deal?" There was a long pause as you weighed your options, still blushing as your responded with, "I'll do it..."
Stacy seemed pleased and gave your curly head a pat. "That's the spirit, Sam. Or should I say, Sammy." She pulled you along into the back for privacy and would begin on your little makeover section. Her hands moved across your face as she began to style you different ways, try on different things, etc. You opened your eyes to...