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When I first met my wife, she was already involved with a local theater group in our town run by her old drama teacher from college called Mr. Davison. She was a regular in the group, which prided itself as a progressive troupe. The group was always looking to push the boundaries of local theatre. When Mr. Davison decided to stage a play which would involve nudity from the female lead, my wife Joanne decided to audition for the lead part.



I was actually against it and even she was a little hesitant about the role, but she maintained that she and Mr. Davison were both professionals and that she knew him well enough to do this in front of him. It seemed to me that Davison simply wanted to see the local women in the troupe perform in the nude in front of him. Two other women also wanted the part. Also I knew most of the men in the troupe, including several guys who, would be just dying to get to see my wife in the altogether. Despite this, Joanne decided to go all the way and do her first audition completely nude. On the day of the audition, she carefully practiced her lines around the house completely nude. I had such mixed feelings about it all. Something between nervousness and exhilaration.



It was a closed audition so I couldn't stay but dropped Joanne off at the stage door feeling a little funny that she would eventually be completely naked in front of a large group of friends and a former teacher.

When I picked her up, this is what she told me of that afternoon's events.



Despite it being a closed audition, she was surprised at how many people were busying themselves around the stage. She went to a backstage dressing room, removed all of her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself. The towel didn't completely wrap around and she felt her ass was a little exposed but she decided what the heck, she would be completely exposed eventually anyway. She felt very nervous.



She made her way backstage and to the side of the stage to wait her turn. She was a little embarrassed to see Chris, a friend from our neighbourhood, working as the backstage manager. She said he was grinning from ear to ear and admitted to her that his assignment that day with all the pretty women auditioning naked was going to be a good one. She had to stand with him, her skimpy towel barely covering her at the rear of the stage. He apparently made some remark about her tush being lovely and how he never dreamed that he'd see her naked. He then led her to the stage entrance. It was her turn.



She went on stage and Mr. Davison asked her to drop the towel and begin her lines. She said she was a little embarrassed and self conscious at first but eventually she relaxed and she though she did a pretty good job. When she was done she walked across to the back of the stage, retrieved her towel, and without covering herself, walked right past the stage manager who said 'very nice...very nice' and she retreated to her dressing room.



Three women went through that same experience and, unfortunately for Joanne, one of the other women were picked for the role. Since that day I have always wondered just how many women have gone through a similar experience themselves at a local level.