So not really a kid, I guess. More like 16, thereabout. Well, ok so I was into theater when I was in junior high and high school. When I first started taking it, it was suggested that I look into voice classes. The music teacher actually offered voice classes after school. So, I took those, and I had a thought. I figured "Well hey, there aren't very many girls in theater for some reason, what if I took classes to sound like a girl so that way if we're short handed I can fill in." The music teacher couldn't do those, but she was friends with someone who could. So, I took those as well.

I never had to use them, female membership picked back up eventually and we never had any issues. That was around the end of junior high. I continued the classes for a bit through high school as well. I mean they were free classes, and if I could have that advantage why not take it?? Around the middle of high school, when I was 16, we had this big sort of festival thing. All the different clubs had different parts of the school and school grounds sectioned off where they were holding different things. I can't remember what the drama club was doing, but I had decided not to be involved. I was initially just going to go enjoy everything else that was going on.

I had a friend who was in the anime club, and they were doing a maid cafe thing. WELL, I was headed over to a shop that had been set up by one of the other clubs where you could buy different little trinkets like keychains and such. As I'm walking that direction, she grabs me and pulls me into an empty classroom. She tells me that a lot of the girls from the club who had volunteered as maids "got sick" at the last minute, and they didn't have enough to actually run the cafe.

She remembered that at one point while we were joking around we figured out my measurements for women's clothing, and she of course remembered those voice classes. Conveniently, one of the girls who called in sick had almost the same measurements, meaning it would fit me. They were able to find 1 or 2 other replacements but it wouldn't be enough and they were running out of time. After some whining on my part, she managed to get me into the maids outfit and some makeup (which did well enough to keep people from recognizing me.)

So I spent the rest of the night trying to keep down a skirt that barely covered my ass while serving guys (some of whom I actually knew) coffee and various other things. And I swear, at least 3 people grabbed my ass. One guy I was friends with almost recognized me, which was surprising because his eyes never left my ass or my faked small breasts. Of course, when you realize that someone's looking at you like that, like they want to bend you over a table and go to town, it's hard not to get an image in your head of that actually happening. I don't think I ever looked at those people the same way again.