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How I Became Me

... loved it! We warmed up with a few stretching exercises and then went straight in to a routine that the class had been working on. I started slowly but by the end of the class I was just about keeping up with Macy and July and was significantly better than some of the other girls. At the end of the class the teacher came up to us. “Are you sure you’ve not danced before Anna? With a little practise, you’ll soon be as good as your cousins.” I thanked her and beamed all of the way home. I knew I’d be going back to the class next week. And I did. I kept going back to the dance school. Even when July and Macy got dance jobs in London I kept going to the classes. I was soon to be leaving school and I knew what I wanted to do. So far I only went out as Anna when I went to the dance class. Other than my f****y, no one knew that I wasn’t a girl. But I knew I wanted to become a professional dancer. I’d been to London and seen July and Macy in their show. They were part of the chorus but it all seemed so exotic. Their costumes were amazing, their make-up was stunning and the show was out of this world. I called them to ask if they thought they could get me a job. “Leave it with me. One of the girls is leaving and there might be a small spot for you. It’s only a small part and it doesn’t take much dancing. Do you remember the scene when we have those fabulous fairy wings as backing dancers for the lead and the girl runs on stage and shakes her butt at him?” “I do. Reminded me of that time ...

... Jarvis did the same to MJ at the Brits.” “That’s the one. Well, the girl who runs on stage is leaving. It’s not much, but it could be our first step on stardom!” I just laughed and asked if they could get my an audition. Two weeks later I made my first stage performance. I was so nervous before hand. I had no dance moves to remember, but running on stage with my s****r’s was the most exciting thing I’d ever done in my young life. After the show July and Macy were so proud of me. It wasn’t a big part, but I had loved it. The three of us stayed with the show until the run came to its end. We had moved in to a flat together. I still spent most of my days as a young man and only brought Anna out at show time. I had to arrive at the theatre as Anna or the other girls in the changing room would have been shocked. To this day I don’t think they realised that the girl at the next mirror was a boy. The sights I saw in the changing room sometimes made it difficult to keep my manhood hidden. Seeing the dancers doing their quick changes was quite a sight. As I only had a small part in the show, I got in the habit of helping the girls in to and out of their outfits. The number of times I’ve man-handled their breasts in to a tight outfit or helped them out of a skimpy dress was beyond imagination. And some of the girls were very relaxed about their bodies. Every boy should spend a couple of weeks assisting behind the scenes with a chorus troupe! If we wanted to stay in London we knew we’d ...