Going Off Headset

monenator · 10-20-2019

my first post of content here,better late then never

Going off headset

Another run, more work for me she thought. Tonight the theatre seemed colder than usual, something about this matinee run wasn’t sitting right with her stage manager sense- she’s double checked the props, actors were all ready for call, she adjusted her dress in the mirror once or twice for good measure.
All this hustle was murder on the chosen fashion for the evening.
Still something didn’t feel right so she went to the booth-
The walk from the house up to the booth was a short jaunt, her dress, leggings and flats were formal attire but didn’t slow her down…
Up sitting at her spot, the booth, the brain of any live performance, she checked over the sound board, nothing of note (having to lean over tippy toes to see all of the board as usual)
Nothing strange, as a force of habit she placed her headset on and checked her watch, 5 minutes till house opens then half hour till Showtime
A deep breath filled her lungs, a feeling of warmth spread from her head to her toes, quickly her muscles tightened to take in that burst and as her toes curled… they found…space?
She looked at her feet, the black stockings and dress seemed longer on her then when she dressed- her toes instinctively uncurled to try to fill the flats, but for the first time ever they didn’t -she swung one foot to the base of the stool she was sitting on, the other foot losing the flat now bare the threads of her stocking usually her toes shown white at the feet, but weren’t?!?!
Eyes quickly closed and another deep breath, this really was a long process leading to tonight, but she had to keep together for the show. Her other flat now being pinned against the stools base with her foot. The sensation of her foot slide out of the shoe was disorienting.
In an attempt to gain her bearings she moved both her feet out in front of her, her legs ample in length looked dizzyingly closer. The second flat joined its pair on the floor as her foot unpinned it.
Her toes no longer pushing the fabric as they used to, and a chill met her shoulders, her hands quickly moved to the sensation. The short sleeves of the dress expand out from her collarbone to the shoulder, her hands clasping the fabric as it adjusted.
What is going on? A panicked tone pushing the words out. Her feet inching closer to her body and the fabric of the leggings getting loose. Her fingers clasp as her shoulders can no longer hold up the dress, the hyperventilating causing her chest to rise and fall, but with each shallow breath more of her bra becomes visible as the dress seems to swallow her.

The headset now an immense weight but stayed on her head as her body became a parody of its former self.
Hyperventilating at this new predicament her bra now being held up by her hands crossed over her arms, her breasts no longer filling the cups. Her legs still outstretched truly changed, her feet how that much closer to the stool no matter how she willed them to stay away. The leggings becoming loose at the ends as her legs couldn’t possibly reach them.
Thighs shuffle as the stool seemingly grew, and her buttocks found less of a small seat and more of an expanse. Her neck now inside the dress and she struggled to keep all the fabric from swallowing her but to no avail.
Passing half her original height and now unable to maneuver her body as it disappeared into the black fabrics that once clung to her amble form, she gripped the microphone of the headset that begun to slip off her head, as a force of habit she leaned in and breathed “Going off headset”.

Anotherfetishguy · 10-20-2019

Pretty good, however a few of your sentences seemed to run on and it got really confusing to read at times. It's a good start though (way better than mine that's for sure).

10-20-2019	#1
monenator Lurker Join Date: Aug 2008 Posts: 17	Going Off Headset my first post of content here,better late then never Going off headset Another run, more work for me she thought. Tonight the theatre seemed colder than usual, something about this matinee run wasn’t sitting right with her stage manager sense- she’s double checked the props, actors were all ready for call, she adjusted her dress in the mirror once or twice for good measure. All this hustle was murder on the chosen fashion for the evening. Still something didn’t feel right so she went to the booth- The walk from the house up to the booth was a short jaunt, her dress, leggings and flats were formal attire but didn’t slow her down… Up sitting at her spot, the booth, the brain of any live performance, she checked over the sound board, nothing of note (having to lean over tippy toes to see all of the board as usual) Nothing strange, as a force of habit she placed her headset on and checked her watch, 5 minutes till house opens then half hour till Showtime A deep breath filled her lungs, a feeling of warmth spread from her head to her toes, quickly her muscles tightened to take in that burst and as her toes curled… they found…space? She looked at her feet, the black stockings and dress seemed longer on her then when she dressed- her toes instinctively uncurled to try to fill the flats, but for the first time ever they didn’t -she swung one foot to the base of the stool she was sitting on, the other foot losing the flat now bare the threads of her stocking usually her toes shown white at the feet, but weren’t?!?! Eyes quickly closed and another deep breath, this really was a long process leading to tonight, but she had to keep together for the show. Her other flat now being pinned against the stools base with her foot. The sensation of her foot slide out of the shoe was disorienting. In an attempt to gain her bearings she moved both her feet out in front of her, her legs ample in length looked dizzyingly closer. The second flat joined its pair on the floor as her foot unpinned it. Her toes no longer pushing the fabric as they used to, and a chill met her shoulders, her hands quickly moved to the sensation. The short sleeves of the dress expand out from her collarbone to the shoulder, her hands clasping the fabric as it adjusted. What is going on? A panicked tone pushing the words out. Her feet inching closer to her body and the fabric of the leggings getting loose. Her fingers clasp as her shoulders can no longer hold up the dress, the hyperventilating causing her chest to rise and fall, but with each shallow breath more of her bra becomes visible as the dress seems to swallow her. The headset now an immense weight but stayed on her head as her body became a parody of its former self. Hyperventilating at this new predicament her bra now being held up by her hands crossed over her arms, her breasts no longer filling the cups. Her legs still outstretched truly changed, her feet how that much closer to the stool no matter how she willed them to stay away. The leggings becoming loose at the ends as her legs couldn’t possibly reach them. Thighs shuffle as the stool seemingly grew, and her buttocks found less of a small seat and more of an expanse. Her neck now inside the dress and she struggled to keep all the fabric from swallowing her but to no avail. Passing half her original height and now unable to maneuver her body as it disappeared into the black fabrics that once clung to her amble form, she gripped the microphone of the headset that begun to slip off her head, as a force of habit she leaned in and breathed “Going off headset”.

10-20-2019	#2
Anotherfetishguy أنا رجل مضحك Join Date: Mar 2016 Posts: 568	Re: Going Off Headset Pretty good, however a few of your sentences seemed to run on and it got really confusing to read at times. It's a good start though (way better than mine that's for sure). __________________ Last edited by Anotherfetishguy; 10-22-2019 at 10:10 PM.