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The Picture Album By Brit Part 1 Brit couldn't believe his luck! He had been waiting for weeks to get his girlfriend Brooke alone in his house so they could finally, maybe, do a little fooling around that went further than kissing and petting. As he stood on the corner and waited for her to come out of the Cheerleader's tumbling practice he was almost bouncing with anticipation. His mom, dad, and sister had all headed out of town over an hour ago to see the grandparents up in Kansas City, leaving Brit alone with the house and pre-set plans for Brooke to come over before they both had to leave and get ready for the football game tonight. Boy, Brit thought, that would be some warm-up for the game. He was so looking forward to tonight that he thanked God he lived so close to the school so him and Brooke could get back to his house as soon as possible and for the fact that Brooke was GOING TO SHOWER AT HIS PLACE!!! Brit was waiting the last five minutes that Brooke would be in practice when he saw his neighbor Kathy approaching... He rolled his eyes and quietly muttered, "Please not now, please not now." Kathy was one of those people who was extremely nice but completely annoying. She was overweight, wore glasses AND braces and it appeared she didn't know what a hairdresser was. Since they had grown up living next to each other she automatically assumed that Brit Reed, high school quarterback, was her friend. Brit went along simply because you felt like you were kicking a kitten if you were mean to the defenseless Kathy. Just as she was approaching waving at Brit franticly the whole time she was walking up with her grotesque silver smile, Brooke walked out of Cheerleading practice. "Oh, hi Kathy," Brit said as he turned and gave Brooke a hug. "And HELLLLOOO beautiful," he purred as he picked Brooke's petite, but well endowed frame up and swung her around planting a big kiss on her wonderfully soft lips. Kathy's smile disappeared momentarily as she looked at the ground feeling she was in on a moment she shouldn't be. Her moment was broken by Brooke's sweet voice... "Hi Kathy, what's that you have there?" Brooke was always sweet to Kathy and Kathy's smile returned as she held up a Biology book with both hands. "It's my Biology book." She literally spit the words out causing Brit to wipe the saliva off his face. Kathy continued, "I was hoping Brit could help me with my assignment this weekend so I don't get another 'D' like last time." "I don't really have the time this weekend Kathy," Brit said as he pulled Brooke a little closer to him. He couldn't see how someone could be so dull as to think that Brit Reed "the come from behind kid" and star quarterback would have time to help them with their Biology assignment, especially someone like Kathy. Brit had gotten the "come from behind kid" title from the local newspaper after the first game when he came in as back-up and lead a 21 point 4th quarter to come from behind and beat the other team. In all 6 games this season his Wildcats had performed come-from-behind victories under his leadership. "Oh, Brit, we do have time," Brooke said bringing an immediate frown from Brit but a beaming smile from Kathy. "We could probably get it done before the game." Brit's hopes went up in smoke. "But we have to get mentally prepared for the game," Brit said hoping to salvage his carefully laid plans, "I think it would throw me off to do Biology right now." Brooke just gave Brit a stern look and invited Kathy to his house right then. Brit went from hopeless to frustrated to angry in about 3 seconds. "Look, Brooke, I was hoping you and I could, you know, have some time together! I don't want this geek coming over to the house tonight and spoiling our alone time!" Brit realized he had royally screwed up before the last word left his mouth. Brooke had grown statue cold and Kathy's eyes were misting up as she struggled not to cry. Kathy's battle was quickly lost and she took of running towards her house as the tears began to fall. Brooke just stared at Brit with an anger Brit hadn't seen before. "You are such an ass Brit Reed!" was all she said as she spun and went the opposite direction from Brit's house. Leaving him standing with his frustration. Kathy ran all the way to her house and didn't even say hello to her sister as she burst through the door and up the stairs. She picked up the photo album laying on the bed...the one she kept all her "Brit" stuff in and started trying to rip it apart. She didn't even stop to think that this album was given to her by her deceased grandmother She had every newspaper article, every school picture...everything she could find about Brit in this album because she hoped in her dreams he liked her. She even had a lock of his hair. As much anger as she put into tearing the thing apart she only succeeded in ripping the front cover... and a piece of paper fell out??? Part of Kathy's despair was replaced by curiosity as she picked the browned and neatly folded piece of paper up from the floor. She carefully unfolded the paper to see her grandmother's hand writing: My Dearest Kathy, I don't know at what point in your life you will discover this letter, but I know that you will as this picture album has a way of making things happen. I need to tell you some things about the album you now possess, but first I want to tell you that I loved you dearly in life and am looking after you in death. You are a very special little girl! Kathy wiped away a tear as she remembered how well her grandmother had always treated her, unlike most other people her grandmother saw her as a special human being and not a "special person" in the negative sense. She kept reading: Now, Honey, I must tell you about the album I have left you. It is very special. You know I would never lie to you or give you false hope so believe what I write to you this day. This album can make your dreams come true. Anything you put in the album will become reality the day after. I know it's confusing dear, but let me give you an example. When I met your grandfather I had such a crush on him but he did not return my love. I wrote a fake love letter from him to me on a whim and put it in the album. The next day it was as if your grandfather had written the letter as he loved me with all his heart just as the letter I had written said...over the rest of my life I found that ANYTHING put in the album became the truth....please be careful and use this gift in love to fulfill your dreams. Love, Grandma. Kathy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She began looking through the album and the first thing she noticed was the article about the first game of the season when Brit had come into the game and lead the Wildcats in a come from behind victory...she had put the article in the album and IT'S BEEN REALITY EVERY GAME SINCE....Kathy had caused a lot of Brit's popularity by putting the article in the album. With this thought a lot of Kathy's previous painful crying became anger and her anger became a thirst for revenge. It's always been said that "absolute power corrupts absolutely." A plan developed in her mind...if she took Brit up, then she could take him down. Kathy went to her computer and logged onto the internet. She found photo after photo of pretty women and began downloading and printing the images. After she was done she grabbed the album and took out all the "Brit" stuff. "I guess tonight will be his last come from behind victory," Kathy thought vindictively as she began filling the album with new items. The first thing she did was place a picture she had made with the best aspects of the teenage models she had downloaded into the album with a fake headline reading "Kathy Donald (her) won this year's Wildcat Princess title!" An article followed which left no doubt as to the Kathy Donald "pictured" being her. She then proceeded to place versions of the same picture into pictures from the yearbook. The pictures showed the improved version of her with the National Honor Society, the Cheerleading squad, and the Student Senate. "Dear God I hope this works," she muttered as she finished her work. "If it does I'll be the most beautiful, intelligent and popular girl in school." She had spent so much time on her project she had missed the football game...she turned on the radio just in time to hear the announcers praising Brit Reed on yet another incredible come from behind victory... his last, Kathy thought as she laid down to go to sleep. The next morning Kathy jumped out of bed with an energy she had never felt before... everything had changed. New pictures of her with friends and the cheerleading squad and with guys adorned her room. She pranced to the mirror and smiled beautifully to the awesome girl who smiled back. A clarity to her thoughts she had never experienced arrived overnight with her new intelligence....she would spend this Saturday getting back at that Cock, Brit... after all, she didn't need him anymore, she could have any guy she wanted. When Kathy was finally ready for bed that night the album contained many new pictures and "articles" that she had created on her computer during the day. The main article was headlined, "Star High School Quarterback caught in homosexual relations with another student!" The article went on to name Paul Spain as the other student...he was a small effeminate guy who had persevered endless taunting from the other guys in school....Kathy knew he was gay and thought he may enjoy being the star quarterback's boyfriend. Brit awoke Sunday morning with a slight headache and a throbbing erection. He began to gently stroke his morningwood. His initial thoughts were of Kathy Donald and what she must look like naked... He had thought she was so hot every since they were little kids and he couldn't believe his luck in growing up so close to the best looking girl in school....but as he got closer to climax the thoughts of him pumping in and out of Kathy's pussy quickly turned to him driving in and out of Paul Spain's ass.... This concerned Brit in a big way, since he had never had a homosexual thought in his life, but as he thought of Paul's little firm ass and imagined his dick sliding in and out of it, his back arched and he shot the biggest load of his life...some of it hit his chin and his tongue automatically went out and pulled it in his mouth. "What the hell am I doing?" Brit thought as he grabbed a sock and cleaned himself off... Why the hell was I thinking of a guy? He thought it best to just forget the whole thing and went to take a shower. As he showered he found himself rubbing his chest and cock and he kept having images of men pop in and out of his head... it was driving him insane and his cock was starting to get hard again. "Stop it!" he almost screamed to himself as he forced himself out of the shower and back to his room. On his way to his underwear drawer he unconsciously flipped on his computer and started the log in process to the internet. He never made it to this clothing as he sat down and started pursuing the gay porno sights that were advertised everywhere on the net. His cock continued to throb as he viewed picture after picture of hard men having sex with each other. As he continued to surf he came across a "cruisingforsex" site and entered. He was almost on autopilot as he found the posts for his town and saw all the places men go for "quickies" and "no strings attached sex." There were some bathrooms in a near-by park that were mentioned several times. Brit had seen men hanging out there but always thought they were just enjoying the weather or something. Suddenly Brit realized what he had been doing and flipped of the computer....what the hell is all this??? His brain was doing flip flops...he wasn't gay, he wasn't!!! He was the star quarterback. He began getting dressed not even noticing that he put on the tightest shorts and shirt he owned nor the fact that he had never completed his trip to his underwear drawer, this completely showed off his package. He swore off any gay thoughts as he closed the door to his room and headed to the park. Brit got to the park and was just walking around when he noticed a few boys standing over by the restrooms. He recognized one of them as Paul Spain and his cock stirred as he remembered the hot jack off session he had had this morning thinking of Paul's little ass. As he made his way towards the restrooms the other two boys jetted quickly probably thinking Brit was going to do some bashing. Paul just sat there looking nervous as Brit said, "Hi," and walked into the restrooms. Brit just leaned against the sink wondering why the hell he had come to the bathrooms when he didn't even need to go. About that time Paul poked his head through the door and saw Brit's stone hard body leaning against the counter...that's usually the sign of someone looking for action. Paul couldn't believe his luck and prayed this wasn't a bashing set-up formulated by the jock. "You here to have fun??" Paul said in a quite almost scared voice. "Of course," came Brit's cocky sounding reply...why the hell would he go somewhere if it wasn't to have fun? Paul took Brit's hand and lead him to one of the handicapped stalls. Brit wondered what was going on but just the touch of Paul's hand had Brit at full erection which could be seen plainly in his tight shorts... "Shit," Brit thought to himself, "I forgot to wear any underwear." Paul went to his knees immediately and began sucking Brit's cock through the fabric of his shorts. Brit's head rolled back and his eyes closed as he felt like every sexual fantasy he'd ever had was coming true right here. It didn't take long before Paul's experienced hands and mouth had Brit's dick out and ready to cum. Paul turned around and bent over the commode pulling down his shorts as he did... "Stick that pole in me Jockboy..." he said as he looked back over his shoulder. Brit was in the throes of passion and it the thought that this was a guy's ass didn't effect him at all as he moved behind the effeminate guy and slowly stuck his cock into the asshole. Just as he began pumping away the stale door flew open and cameras started flashing and reporters started screaming questions about having sex in a children's park.... "Oh, shit!" thought Brit as he quickly tried to both cover his face, get out of Paul and get dressed at the same time. The big football player pushed his way through the crowd and the last thing he heard was, "Hey, that was Brit Reed from the Wildcats!!!" The story ran the next day. Kathy smiled as she saw the censored version of the picture in the newspaper, but she did feel bad about how all the kids in school turned on Brit. He didn't come to school that Monday. She figured he was staying in his room at home. That day in the school's computer lab she wrote a new article about his family being supportive of their son and how well the rest of the student body was handling having a gay athlete in their school. By Tuesday everything in the article had come to pass and Brit was back in class. At lunch on Tuesday Kathy sat across from Brit and Paul as they chatted and ate lunch. Brit and Paul were holding hands under the table and were in generally pleasant moods as they kept casting loving glances at each other. It was easy to tell who was the "top" and who was the "bottom" in the relationship. As Kathy sat and laughed with the new couple everyone in the cafeteria saw the most beautiful, popular girl in school accepting and being nice to new gay couple. Kathy noticed everyone watching saw how Brit may not suffer to much from what she had done, after all, it looked like he was in love with Paul and happy about it. She would have to do a bit more creative work tonight...she didn't want Brit to get physically hurt or anything, that's why she had his family and school kids accept him, but she did want him to pay. That night Kathy went back to work on her computer. She took one of Brit's pictures in which he was wearing shorts at the beach. She began to airbrush the picture. Soon the picture that once contained a manly athlete changed subtly. Kathy wanted everything she had planned to happen slowly. She airbrushed his eyebrows, arching them into a feminine style and then did a girlish style on his hair. She colored over all the body hair Brit had below the neck, slightly smoothed out some of the bulging muscle giving him a slightly smoother appearance. She placed the picture in the album and went to bed. She wondered if the album would give Brit feminine actions to match his new slightly effeminate appearance. Brit woke the next morning with Paul sleeping next to him. It was really surprising to him how well his parents and even himself were handling his new found homosexuality. He watched Paul sleeping for a moment and then noticed Paul's morning wood under the sheets. Brit found himself captive with the tool he saw....this was funny to him since every time him and Paul did something sexual Paul was always the female role. But, for some reason, Brit wanted to be the female this morning. He moved his head down to Paul's cock and began waking Paul up with an enthusiastic blow job. Brit found himself in bliss as he licked and sucked Paul's dick until the sperm came gushing into his mouth... "Swallow just like a good girl," Brit thought to himself as got every drop of sperm he could. He looked up into Paul's eyes and found purpose in the thankfulness for a job well done he saw there. The two kissed and cuddled for a moment before Brit realized he needed to get ready for school...all the athletes had to be there early for a special study hall. As he was getting ready to get into the shower he looked at himself in the mirror...something was wrong. His eyebrows looked way to bushy. He grabbed a pair of tweezers and went to work until he thought they looked okay again. His eyebrows were now highly arched and very thin... "Looks like Brooke's eyebrows now," he thought as he smiled to himself. He was shaving his face in the shower when his other hand went down and felt the hair on his legs. Before he knew what was happening he began using razor after razor taking all the hair off his body. He couldn't, and didn't want to, stop until his entire body was smooth. As he shaved his arms and legs he noticed that something seemed "smaller???" about them...but he decided he liked the look and finished his shaving. When he got out of the shower Paul was standing there brushing his teeth in the nude with his hard on sticking up against the counter. Paul saw Brit's new look and a smile came immediately to his face. "My don't you look like a pretty boy," Paul said. Brit almost felt himself blush at being called pretty. "You're looking so pretty you could be the bitch in this relationship," Paul said as he laughed and grabbed Brit around his now smooth stomach. They were standing cock to cock in the bathroom when Brit had this desire to turn around and rub his ass against Paul's dick. Paul took the invitation and bent Brit over the sink. Paul loved the feel of Brit's smooth ass and Brit was in ecstasy feeling Paul's hands rub his now hairless skin. "Fuck me like a girl!!" Brit almost screamed as he clinched his teeth and his ass was entered for the first time.... "Fuck study hall," he thought as him and Paul began screwing wildly. Kathy woke up with a high level of expectation. She literally hopped out of bed even though she had been up half the night talking to guys on the phone...the guys just would not leave her alone anymore. She loved the attention, however, her excited state came from seeing what her new picture in the album had done to Brit. Her new intelligence had already supplied her with the next step in her plot, but she couldn't wait to see the new Brit, and how he was treated, at school today. She was also curios, in an almost scientific way, as to whether the subtle changes towards femininity she had created in the picture would affect how Brit acted...it was a grand experiment she thought as she got ready for school. Brooke and Kathy were sitting at a table in the lunch room when Paul and Brit came in. Everyone gave Brit's new eyebrows and hairstyle a double take as he "sashayed" through the cafeteria hand in hand with Paul. "I was okay with Brit being gay," Brooke whispered to Kathy, "but he doesn't have to advertise it by becoming a Queen or anything." "Oh, give him a break," Kathy said trying to hide her satisfaction at Brooke's comments, "he's just discovered a large piece of his life puzzle...let him enjoy it." Brit and Paul walked right over to where the two girls were sitting. Paul sat down and Brit sat lounged between Paul's knees. "Exactly the opposite of yesterday," Kathy thought to herself almost like making notes in a research book. Apparently his more effeminate eyebrows and haircut have had some effect on him. Brit crossed his legs at the thigh as he said, "Hi beautiful...how's the lunch?" Kathy came out of her revelry and struck up a conversation with Paul and Brit... was that almost a lisp coming from Brit she thought as the conversation went on through the lunch period. Brit didn't know what was happening. All day he had been doing things he had never done before....besides getting fucked by his boyfriend which was weird of all weird to him he had plucked his eyebrows, shaved his body hair and styled his hair completely different. All day he had to focus on not hanging his wrist in the "fag" position and he noticed that he had started to lisp slightly. That afternoon in the football locker room he could hear the whispers of the other players as he changed and they noticed his shaved form. Some of the players were subconsciously aroused by his smoother form and hairless body, but those players changed quickly and left the locker room. Brit changed into his gear. It seemed he had to tighten the shoulder pads a little more today than usual. "Oh well," he thought, "definitely not the strangest thing to happen today." He blew a kiss at the picture of Paul he kept hanging in his locker before joining the rest of the team on the field. That night when Kathy got home from her date she went directly to her room and sat down at the computer. She was overjoyed with the changes she had seen in Brit today and couldn't wait to take them a step further. The fact that changes in his appearance also seemed to effect his actions was awesome to her and the intelligent aspect of her wanted to explore this even more. She took the picture she had "doctored" the day before and scanned it back into the computer. "Hmmmmm," she thought to herself, "...what to do today." Ideas didn't pop into her head right away so she began surfing the net...she came across a site called Fictionmania and began reading several of the stories...idea after idea for sweet revenge began appearing. She printed out story after story and then went back to her slightly feminized picture of Brit. "Oh, this will be fun," she said to herself as she set to work. Two hours, and lots of airbrushing and scanning later Kathy was done. She now had 4 new pictures of Brit...each more feminized than the previous. She took the first of the series and placed it in the album. The picture still had Brit with a feminine hair cut (though the hair was slightly longer and a little more blond), he still had his plucked eyebrows, hairless body and smoother lines. Most of the changes in this picture was how he was dressed. In the first picture he had been in a bathing suit only. Kathy had took the liberty of "dolling" this picture up. She had put shorts on him (they were allowed to wear shorts to school during the hot months)...the shorts weren't quite Daisy Dukes, but they were cut extremely high and made Brit's hairless legs look extremely long. She cut done the muscle tone in his legs a little more making them incredible sexy. Next she had him in an extremely tight T- shirt, almost a baby-doll. She topped of the outfit with a pair of white ankle socks and plain white sneakers. She had also made his lips a little more pink than the average boy. "This will be so cool," she thought as she closed the album and went to sleep. Brit woke up the next morning in the embrace of Paul. God he loved laying in the spoon position with this man. Brit got up and began getting ready for school. As he looked in the mirror he noticed his hair seemed a little longer... As he brushed it he began liking how he could get the bangs to hang in his eyes and could push some of them back over his ear... "It looks sexy," he thought as he kept fussing with his locks. Was it just him or did his hair seem more blond today? He unconsciously rubbed his hands up his legs...thank God he didn't need to shave them today. He was just walking out of the bathroom when he noticed something strange on the counter...it looked like a tube of lipstick...he popped the top and was extremely happy to see a light pink shade of lipstick in the tube... "Hell, I can wear this and no one will even notice," he thought as he faced the mirror and began applying the lipstick. When he went back into the room Paul was awake and smiled warmly at his lover. "You're looking so beautiful today Pumpkin," he said raising from the bed to meet Brit as Brit crossed the room for a good morning kiss. "You were sooooo good last night lover," Brit purred. "You know love," Paul said as he gently scratched Brit's back, "I bought you something yesterday." Brit lit up at the concept of getting a present from his man.... "It's over there in my night bag," Paul said pointing to his Nike bag on Brit's chair. Brit went over and pulled out a wrapped box. "It's so sweet of you to have wrapped it for me," Brit said as he sat on the bed and began unwrapping the box. He was thrilled when he opened the box and found a new short set inside. The shorts seemed a little small, but that was okay with Brit...he immediately pulled them on. "Wow!" Paul said as he saw Brit's long shapely legs in the shorts, "you are hot!!! Try on the shirt to, I want to see you dolled up." Brit was already pulling the shirt out of the box. He slid it over his head. It was tight as he pulled it over his chest. It was darling... darling??? Brit thought to himself...where did that come from. "You look ravishing," Paul said as his cock began to tent the sheets. Brit bounced over to the bed and slowly lowered his newly pinkened lips to the tip of Paul's cock....he loved his man! Kathy returned home from school that day ecstatic from what she had witnessed. The whole school was abuzz with the 'sissy' quarterback and a new nickname had surfaced for Brit "The come from behind kid" was now being called "The cum in the behind kid." Everyone was talking about the girly shorts and shirt Brit had worn to school that day and the way he had hung all over Paul. While in Cheerleading practice Kathy had gotten to watch Brit in football practice. His throws were all coming up short and the players were making wise cracks about limp wrists not being able to throw footballs. Brit looked devastated but immediately cheered up when Paul met him after practice. "I can't wait to see what this next picture does," Kathy spoke to herself as she place picture number 2 into the album. This one had Brit with still longer and blonder hair. His eyebrows were still arched, his lips pink, his body hairless and still more curvy and less muscled. His waist was airbrushed down several inches. This picture however, had Brit in some tight white lycra pants that zipped up the back and only came to above his ankle. She had him in a darling halter top which matched the pink heels he had on his feet. She had his nails painted pink to match his lips and outfit. "Oh, the quarterback is going to look so sweet tomorrow," she thought as she closed the album. Brit and Paul were awakened by a loud "pop" and a foul smell the next morning. They both sprung from the bed and landed in two inches of sewage. As they bounded for the door Brit's dad opened it...after giving a disapproving stare (he accepted his son being gay, but it was still unsettling to see him naked with his lover) Brit's dad announced that the upstairs bathroom's plumbing had exploded and since it was right above Brit's bedroom closet all the sewage and water had erupted into Brit's room. Brit opened his closet door and moaned as he saw every stitch of clothing he owned in ruin....what could he do now? Paul hugged Brit close as they surveyed the damage together....well, Paul said in Brit's ear...does you sister have anything you could borrow?? That was a good idea. Brit's sister's bedroom was upstairs and shouldn't have been effected by the plumbing explosion. Both boys made their way upstairs (Paul's overnight bag had suffered no damage, thus providing him clothes to wear) to Jody's room, Brit's sister. She had left extremely early that morning to go to a Drama tournament in the southwest part of the state, so the two boys had their run of the room. Unfortunately Brit's sister didn't seem to have anything that would fit her larger brother's frame. They were about to give up when Paul found a pair of white lycra pants. "Hey," he said, holding the pants up, "these should stretch enough to fit you." Brit knew he should see something wrong with wearing pants like those, but he took them from Paul anyway and began trying to get them on. "I bet your ass is going to look terrific in those." Paul smiled as he watched Brit struggle with the pants. No matter how hard he tried, however, Brit couldn't get the rear zipper to go up, even with Paul's help. "Hold on a second," Paul said as he headed back to Jody's closet... "I saw something in here earlier that might help. Here it is," he said walking out holding a white contraption. "What the hell is that thing?" Brit asked as Paul headed towards him. "It's a corset," Paul said as he began wrapping it around Brit's waist. "Your sister had it hanging with her prom dress, guess her pre-junior prom diet didn't work as well as she had hoped." Paul had Brit raise his arms and suck in his breath as he tightened the laces on the corset taking a good 4 inches from Brit's waist. "There we go," Paul said, "now try on the pants again." Brit felt extremely funny in the corset, but just accepted it as something he had to have on in order to get dressed. As he zipped the rear zipper on the pants he noticed Paul looking him up and down. Brit loved the attention and purposely backed his ass into Paul's growing. "You are such a little tease for a jock boy," Paul said as he grabbed two handfuls of asscheek. "However, we have to find you a shirt and some shoes that fit to." Brit went to the closet and his eyes locked on a pair of pink 2 inch heeled sandals in the corner of his sister's closet. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't take his eyes off of them. He saw Paul's surprised look as he sat on the bed and began to put the sexy shoes on. Paul walked to the closet and emerged with a matching pink tank top... "Well, honey, if you're going to go with the fag queen slut look you may as well go all the way." Brit put the shirt on and began to admire himself in the mirror...he loved the look. He felt so feminine in pink, but something was out of place. He looked around the room and spotted some nail polish on his sister's vanity... "Paul, sugar, would you?" Brit asked as he picked the bottle up and handed it to Paul. All Paul could think about was the pink nailed hand stroking up and down his cock as he sat on the bed next to Brit and began painting his lover's nails. Part 2 Kathy waited anxiously for Paul and Brit to come out of Brit's house. She couldn't wait to see how 'cute' Brit was going to look in his ultra-fem pink outfit. Overnight a new idea had come to her and she couldn't wait to try it out tonight, she just couldn't forget to visit the school nurse sometime today...it would be so much fun. "This is almost like having my own life-size Barbie Doll," she thought as she saw the door to Brit's house open. Brit and Paul came out hand in hand. Brit, in his 2 inch heels really towered over the slightly built Paul. "I'll have to do something about that," Kathy said as she to came out the door. She was dressed almost exactly like Brit, except her top and heels were blue. When Brit's eyes landed on her she acted surprised by their similar dress. Kathy thought, "How much ribbing is he going to get for dressing more feminine than the prettiest girl in school." "Hey girlie girl!" Brit said as he spread his arms wide and gave Kathy a big hug. "Hey yourself beautiful!" Kathy returned as she kissed Brit lightly on the cheek. "Love the lipstick and polish honey...it goes so great with your outfit." Brit had a moment when he wondered what the hell Kathy was talking about....why would he have on lipstick and nail polish? But then he got swept up in the compliments and the two boys and Kathy went walking towards school. Paul was nice enough to be carrying Brit's books. "He's so sensitive," thought Brit. Brit and Kathy entered the school yard to several stares...most of the boys were wondering who Kathy's new hot friend was, or "wow, two nice asses in one look!" But then they realized the other "nice ass" belonged to Brit and their impressive states turned to discuss, but their dicks remained hard non-the-less. Kathy remembered to go by the nurses office that day and picked up a blank examination form. After cheerleading practice, where she noticed that Brit spent a lot of time on the bench with his legs crossed filing his nails, she went to the library and picked up a medical terminology book. It was going to be completely radical to see how this little joke was going to work out. As she was walking home a car sped by her with a guy hanging out the passenger window, "Nice fucking ass sugar-honey!" the guy yelled as the car sped by. Kathy recognized the guy in the passenger seat as Jay Haines, the fullback of the football team as she yelled, "Go to hell Jay." As she unlocked her door though she was kind- of happy he had yelled at her, she had been wondering what guy would be Brit's next conquest and Jay had offered himself up as the lamb, or at least the stud. That night Kathy spent many hours reviewing a medical book and filling out the blank examination form. She had all of Brit's information filled out at the top of the form. She had lowered his weight by several pounds and made his measurements, especially his waist, a few inches less than they currently were. On the examination form she filled in a local doctor's name and then made his diagnosis on the form. Though she used all the proper medical terminology the basic jest was: "After rectal exam of the patient it is obvious his prostate is HIGHLY sensitive, though this will cause the patient no serious health risk the Sensitivity could cause an addiction to the prostate being manipulated by outside sources. Patient is also experiencing Asophthroatcalysis which is slowly destroying the tissue of his adam's apple and tightening his vocal cords. I feel, in my medical opinion, that this will result in a several octave change in the patients voice patterns. The chemical and blood tests we performed to find the cause turned up negative of any reason the patient may have contracted this disease, however, and this is a strange medical occurrence, the test did reveal the patient is producing a VERY high level of pheromones... but, and this is even stranger, it seems the male patient is producing the pheromones most commonly produced by the female of the species. There is nothing this medical establishment can do to help the patient and he will be released." Kathy finished the examination form and smiled wickedly. "This is SO much fun," she said as she moved to the computer to finish her next newspaper article. "Quarterback and Full-Back of Wildcats Thrown Off Team!" the article was headlined. It went on to say how the two were caught having sex in the showers and how, since it was unprotected sex, school nurses and counselors had sent both boys for medical examinations at the local medical center. "I'm so damn smart," Kathy thought to herself as she placed the article on the page before the falsified medical exam. "And finally," she said as she placed her next, more feminized, picture of Brit in the album. This picture had Brit in shorts once again, but these were definitely Abercrombie Daisy Dukes... "I like a girl who wears Abercrombie and Fitch..." Kathy merrily sang to herself as she took in the picture. The shorts were white and, if you looked close, you could make out the black outline of bikini panties underneath the shorts. Brit had on a baby-blue Abercrombie baby doll and a pair of matching baby-blue 3 inch heels. His eyebrows were still arched, his body smooth and his legs were now devoid of muscle... Kathy had actually morphed his picture with one of a 13 year old leggy supermodel giving Brit legs to die for. She had changed the color of his nails to a metallic baby-blue, his lips had the same almost metallic lipstick on them...if a person looked real close they could see some glitter sprinkled around Brit's eyes. His hair was a little longer and even more blond. Long bangs hung sexily in his eyes and the rest were playful pushed back over his ear. Kathy laid back on her bed and was beginning to fade into sleep when her eyes sprung open. "Oh, shit," she thought, "I almost forgot." She grabbed the yearbook and found the only full-bodied picture of the small Paul Spain in there, (it was a picture of 4 members of the band). She quickly scanned the photo and began making changes. First she added some height to his 5'6" frame making him Brit's height of 5'11". She added a little muscle tone and then added substantial size to the bulge on the front of his pants. "Brit should enjoy that!!" she thought as she finished the picture, placed it in the album and returned to bed. "Yep...everyday seems a little better than the last." Paul's eyes came open the next morning and was greeted by the sight of Brit's lovely blond locks. God he loved this guy. He began sniffing Brit's neck and the smell brought him to instant erection his full 8 inches touching the small of Brit's smooth backside. Paul couldn't believe he had talked Brit into wearing panties to bed last night...it had turned him on so much to see this guy who was such a jock a week ago standing there in his sister's string bikini bottoms. Paul began rubbing Brit's ass and slowly worked a finger into his little loverboy's 'pussy'... This brought Brit quickly out of sleep and he pushed his ass back onto Paul's hand. "Stop playing around and let's fuck..." Brit purred reaching around and grabbing Paul's firm ass. Brit loved the way him and Paul fit so perfectly together, being the same height and all. As Paul worked his tool into Brit, Brit caught his breath and became stone hard when Paul's cockhead met Brit's prostrate...the feeling just about made Brit go crazy it felt so good. "I don't remember it feeling like this before," Brit thought to himself as the waves of pleasure began washing over him.... "I'm not going to be able to live without this!!!" he thought as he began moaning wildly... "Moaning," Brit thought, "I've never moaned before." Quickly however the moans became high pitched?? screams as Brit shot a huge load all over his chest. "I didn't have my dick touched..." thought Brit right before he felt Paul's HUGE warm load explode inside him. "Wow," said Paul in Brit's ear, "that load will be draining out of you all day." Brit knew Paul was right as he kept feeling fluids running down his thigh as he was doing his hair getting ready for school. He decided to ask his sister if she ever had to handle the problem. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed up to her room. She was also getting ready and was surprised to see her brother standing in her door in nothing but a towel. "Sounded like you guys were watching a porno down there..." Jody said with a smile. Brit blushed realizing just how loud his screams had been. "It was, well good this morning..." Brit almost whispered in an embarrassed tone. Jody thought his voice sounded a little strange, but hell, it was just one more strange thing her brother was doing. "Uh, Jody," Brit once again whispered," have you ever had a 'seepage' problem?" Jody had an idea what her brother was talking about but wanted to hear the guy say it. "What do you mean, Brit?" Brit was hoping he wouldn't have to say it but soon he had told Jody about the morning and leakage problem he was now having. Jody smiled, almost evilly, at her brother as she went to her dresser and pulled out a frilly skimpy pair of black lace panties. She then went to the bathroom and emerged with a box of maxi pads. "Here, this should work," she said. Having him put the panties on and then place the maxi to catch his 'leakage' Brit felt embarrassed, but when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he couldn't get over how AWESOME the panties made his legs look. He had to show them off. Kathy went into the bathroom to finish getting ready and Brit attacked her closet. He found some high cut white Abercrombie shorts that would show his legs in an awesome way. He grabbed a blue shirt and found some heels to match...the heels were pretty high. "But my legs will look SOOOO awesome..." Brit thought as he snatched some blue nail polish, lipstick and some eye glitter off his sister's vanity. When he and Paul left the house that morning Brit looked like a leggy blond hip-hop high school cutie and Paul's dick was still semi-hard and covered in metallic blue lipstick...watching his little sissy boy getting ready had been to much and he had to get some lip relief from the boy before they left the house...besides, Brit could reapply the lipstick. It seemed lately that just standing close to Brit and taking in his intoxicating scent got Paul so horny he could barely handle it. All day Brit noticed that guys around him were staring at his legs and most, those who got close, would put their hands in their pockets or move their books in front of their crotches. "It must be my hot legs," Brit thought to himself as he strutted all over the school. He looked up several times to see Jay Haines following him. 'I bet his cock would feel good up my ass,' Brit found himself thinking. He didn't know where the thought came from...he had seen Jay naked hundreds of times in the locker room and had never been attracted to him but remembering those times Brit also remembered how well hung the fullback was. Thinking about this morning's intense fuck session with Paul Brit could not imagine how ecstatic it would feel to have Jay's big pole up inside him. As he thought this he noticed Jay walk up. "You're really becoming a little queen," Jay said as he closed the door on Brit's locker. For some reason Brit felt a little intimidated by Jay, though he never remembered being that way before. "Yep, Brit, you're really becoming an embarrassment to the school," Jay said as he leaned closer and took in a big breath... "Was he sniffing me?" Brit thought. Jay's crotch touched Brit's smooth thigh and Brit felt the massive hard-on in Jay's pants. "I think since you like dick so much that maybe your little pansy ass should experience THE dick of this school." Brit, thinking back to the fuck session this morning and how great it felt began getting hard himself. He playfully fingered his bangs back behind his ears and looked up into Jay's eyes wide-eyed and seductively. "Okay. let's do it." Jay turned Brit around and pushed him towards the gym locker rooms of the school. He kept sniffing Brit's neck as they walked. "Damn, his legs look good," Jay thought as he watched Brit's ass in the tight shorts and saw the black panties working further up between his cheeks. Jay had taken many girls to the locker rooms during this period and "gifted" them with his slong....but he couldn't ever remember being this ready for release, AND OVER A GUY!!! Brit began swinging his arms as he walked letting his hand swing back into Jay's hard flag pole ever so often. He knew it was Paul's sperm still leaking from this morning, but Brit could feel his 'pussy' getting wet with anticipation. The coach heard the high pitched moans as soon as he entered the gym. "Yes! oh my God, Yes!.....pump Jay baby, pump!" "Damn that Jay Hanes..." the coach thought as he stormed towards the locker rooms..."I've told him about fucking girls in this locker room." The coach continued to hear the girls screams of passion as he closed in on the locker room doors. "Sound's like he got a young little vixen this time," Coach thought to himself as he swung the door open. The intense smell of sex hit him head on and something in the smell brought him to erection faster than his old tool had in years. A little of the excitement was lost however when he saw his starting fullback on his knees pumping away at the smooth ass of his star quarterback who was still screaming like a little slut on all fours. Jay saw the coach enter but was so lost in the smells and feel of Brit that he kept reaming away and shot, for the third time into Brit's ass. Brit also saw the coach but the only thought aside from "oh my God" he could muster was, "I should have brought more maxi pads to school." Part 3 The sun made cheetah spots on the pavement all around the small metal table at which the young lady sat. College kids flittered to and from which is usually the reason she sat at this table. Today, however, her attention was focused on a newspaper...or, at least, an article in a newspaper. It had been the headline that had drawn her from her normal routine of classes, coffee, classes then lunch that she usually followed on Fridays. The headline read, "Quarterback and Fullback Thrown Off Team!!" She had bought the paper since she had ties to the high school and an interest in what went on there. "Oh, Kathy," the young lady said as she folded the newspaper and placed it in her book bag. She stood and began walking towards her apartment hoping her roommates wouldn't be in. It was Friday and Brit didn't know what to do. It was the first Friday in years he wasn't having to prepare for some sporting event or another. He had walked over to Kathy's earlier in the afternoon, but she was to busy getting ready to Cheerlead at the game that night. He had called Paul hoping that he would come over, but Paul was EXTREMELY upset after he had heard Brit had had sex with Jay and was continuing to give Brit the silent treatment even after Brit had apologized and tried to explain the "irresistible" urge he had felt to let Jay enter him. Brit just lounged on his bed filing his nails and watching Sebrina the Teenage Witch on TGIF. On a night when he was used to having thousands cheer for him, Brit finally fell asleep with a few teardrops staining his pillow. Kathy got home late that Friday. She noticed Brit's light was already out but she didn't pay it much mind. She was completely upset with herself. How could she have forgotten to put an article in the album that would have detailed the Wildcats winning their game tonight. Her team not winning took a lot of the fun out of being a Cheerleader. The Wildcats had been destroyed without Brit at quarterback and Jay at fullback. "Well," she thought to herself, "that will be the last time that happens." Kathy sat down at her computer and noticed one of the other pictures of Brit she had doctored earlier in the week. She was still a little peeved about cheering for a losing team and seeing Brit's picture allowed her a new focus for the anger. "Can't forget my little Barbie," she thought as she scanned the picture back through and began the task at hand. The latest picture had Brit with narrowing shoulders to go with his model legs and thin waist. His hair was looking very "something about Mary"ish with the blond and the playful bangs. Brit was dressed in a white satin shirt and pink shorts along with the pink heels he had worn a few days ago. If a person looked VERY closely at Brit's shirt they could see nipples, large and erect. "Those should draw some attention." Brit was also shorter in this picture, Kathy thought to herself as she continued her work. She took a piece of paper from her notebook and began writing with her pen: 10/2/99 Dear Diary, The team lost without me last night. I don't really care, football just doesn't interest me anymore, it's just plain stupid really. However, the cheerleading has always looked fun to me. I think it's the way the cheerleaders are always so happy during the game, or it could be their skirts and uniforms...I really like those and always wondered what it would be like to wear one. I bet my legs would look great. I think I'll sneak into my sister's room today and try one of her skirts on...maybe I'll do that for Paul, we finally made up this morning and he's coming over. I love that man so much. It was funny this morning on the phone, when Paul was talking to me I kept rubbing my nipples and was making them hard...I LOVED the feeling and can't wait to have Paul suck on them, he's such a stud. He's turning into the jock I used to be. I love the way I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips! Luv, Britnie Kathy smiled and placed the articles in the album. She then curled up and went to bed. Brit woke the next morning to the phone ringing. He was surprised to hear Paul on the other end. "Hey, Britnie..." Paul stammered, "I think I decided to forgive you." Brit was stunned for a moment at having been called 'Britnie' but quickly forgot about it once Paul had said he was forgiven. "Please come over," Britnie almost pouted into the phone, "I've missed you so much, Paul." Britnie was laid back on the bed slowly, absent mindedly rubbing his nipples as he spoke. "You know you want to come over...you have to be aching for me as much as I am for you." Britnie's other hand slowly descended down his stomach to his rock hard member. "Okay, baby. I'll be right over," Paul said. Britnie almost squealed with glee. He rubbed his smooth legs together remembering the intense feelings of the last two fucks he had received. "I'll be beautiful for you honey," Britnie said as the two finished their call. Britnie took her hand from her nipples wondering for just a moment why he had been rubbing them. He bolted up the stairs to his sister's room and, ignoring her puzzled stare, ransacked her closet coming out with a white satin top and a pair of pink daisy dukes. He grabbed a handful of makeup off the counter and the pink heels that were discarded on the floor. His sister just smiled knowingly as Britnie bolted out the door. "Guess you and Paul made up," was all she got out before Britnie was back down the stairs and in the bathroom getting ready. When the doorbell rang Britnie could barely control himself. He opened the door and there stood Paul. He looked stunning in his tight Calvin t-shirt and baggy BigSmith shorts. His cut calves ran down to the Adidas soccer shoes. Britnie threw his arms around his lover's neck and went up on his tiptoes to give Paul a passionate kiss. Britnie had a moment of weird feeling as being on his tiptoes seemed rather strange, but the intense 'emptiness' he was feeling quickly poured the strangeness from his mind. He backed away from Paul still holding his hand and shyly asked, "So, you going to stand out there all day or are you going to let me take care of that banana in your pocket?" Paul took in the site of Britnie standing there in his tight satin shirt noticing the pronounced nipples beneath the thin material. The pink shorts did little to hide Britnie's erection and the heels were making his gorgeous legs look incredible. Paul's second mind took over as he grabbed Britnie and began kissing him passionately. Britnie's legs came off the floor and rapped around Paul's torso with Britnie doing everything he could to feel Paul's monster near his ass. Paul carried Britnie, still kissing, through the door of Britnie's bedroom. He kicked a football and a couple of sports magazines out of the way as he literally fell on top of Britnie and they collapsed on the bed. He pinned the once strong quarterback's arms easily to the bed. Britnie just laid there with his legs locked around his lover. Paul knew he was looking at the most beautiful person alive as he stared into Britnie's eyes and leaned back towards his lovely pink lips. Britnie laid on his stomach writing in his journal. He had done this forever thinking someday, when he became a big football star that he could us it as autobiography material. Today, however, he had started his entry as "Dear Diary". Britnie decided to skip all the wonderful details of his and Paul's 3 mad love making encounters they had had over the past couple of hours. As he was finishing his entry he looked over at the sleeping form of Paul. Britnie pushed his bangs behind his ear and slowly bent his lips over to the sleeping Paul's cock. "Time to wake up," he thought as he took the length into his mouth. When Kathy walked out her door late that afternoon she was surprised to see Brit and Paul siting on the front lawn of Brit's house. She was even more surprised to see Brit sitting very ladylike in a SHORT blue and white plaid skirt, baby doll t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. "He's starting to do these things on his own now!!" Kathy thought in an analytical way. "This is very interesting." Kathy could see that both of the boys were 'glowing' and easily figured out what the two lovebirds had been up to all morning. "Hey guys!" Kathy said as she walked up to the couple. "Oh hi girl!" Britnie replied with a huge lipstick smile. "Hi, Kathy," Paul replied as he hugged Britnie just a little closer to him. Kathy could notice Britnie's nipples poking through the material of the baby doll and smiled a little at the way they were reacting to Paul's hug. As the three got into light conversation they didn't notice the beautiful coed who was roller blading up the block towards the them. "Can you 3 help me out?" the coed asked as she came to a stop in front of Brit's house. "Sure," all three replied as they stared at the beauty of the person in front of them. Paul almost felt straight as his member lurched just a little. Brit felt it and gave Paul a light elbow to the ribs. Brit felt a hint of jealousy over the pronounced bosom of the sexy coed in front of him and Kathy was taking in things she may be able to change about herself with the album to make her look more like this girl. "I'm looking for Wildcat stadium," the girl said as she flashed a 'fall in love with me' smile at the three high school students. Kathy quickly gave the girl directions. The girl acted relieved to find she was so close. As she turned to skate away she said, "Thanks Katlin...I appreciate the help." Brit and Paul didn't find this strange, but Kathy went stiff...she hadn't introduced herself to the girl, and only her grandmother, who had left her the album, had EVER called her Katlin. Britnie pulled Kathy from her thoughts with, "Well, Kathy, we're going back inside. We'll have to catch you later." Kathy turned to see Paul's hand sliding up the back of Brit's skirt as the two walked towards Brit's house. Brit laid his head on Paul's shoulder getting as close as he could and still walk It didn't take her newly acquired intelligence to figure out what was going on. "OK, bye guys," she said as she turned and began walking towards the mall. "Brook had better be on time," she thought before her mind went back to being called Katlin by the girl on the roller blades. The college girl watched the three high school students depart from behind a tree down the street. Her fears had been recognized. Kathy's aura had changed considerably since the last time the two had seen each other. As she turned to leave she felt an extreme flood of love come from Brit's house. She smiled as the feeling touched her and then turned and roller bladed away. Part 4 Paul and Britnie had barely made it into Britnie's room before Paul spun Brit around and flipped up the plaid skirt. Paul quickly noticed the g-string panties Britnie had on. The quick thought of "what a girly-boy I'm in love with" flooded across his mind before his strong hands ripped them away and he knelt behind Britnie to 'eat her out'. Paul's hand massaged the knee sock clad calves of Britnie as his tongue wetted Brit's smooth hole. Paul got the taste of the sperm he had deposited there earlier in the day as he reamed this boy he loved out. Brit was moaning softly as Paul worked him. "That's good!!! Fuck me, Paul, please!" Brit was awash in sensations. He loved this man who was standing behind him, but that thought left as Paul's cock rammed into Britnie's ass. Brit was addicted to the feel of a cock on his prostate and he yelled with excitement as Paul pounded in and out of him. Had someone taken a photo it would have looked like a jock boy taking a flat chested, but charmingly beautiful school girl from behind. Brit was on his knee sock clad toes so his ass would be even with Paul's dick and Paul had one hand on Britnie's ass as his other held the skirt up on Brit's back. Brit used his right hand on the back of a chair to steady himself against the pounding of Paul's dick in his 'pussy' and used his left to rub his nipples. The feelings from his ass combined with the sensations from his nipples soon made Britnie erupt all over the chair. Brit moaned, "Oh, God yes, Paul!" as the sprays kept coming...almost a multiple orgasm. Not long after Brit felt Paul's warm seed cover his insides. Paul collapsed against Brit's back and both bathed in the warm glow. Part 5 As Brit went to sleep that night with Paul's arms wrapped lovingly around him he gave a lot of thinking to the term "making up is the best part of an argument." He pushed himself deeper into the 'spoon' formed by Paul's sculpted body and closed his eyes...the day and multiple 'events' he and Paul had shared had really worn Brit out. The bushes in Brit's front yard moved ever so slightly as the young coed tried to get into a comfortable sitting position. She had tons of work to do tonight and she had to be comfortable to go into her needed trance state. She sensed Brit was entering his REM sleep...she finally got comfortable and closed her eyes. She had to do some investigating tonight and it was to start now... Brit was dreaming, he knew, somehow, that he was dreaming. It was one of those dreams people usually like, where they actually have some conscience control over what would happen. As he looked around he recognized one of the hallways of his High School. He was outside the gymnasium locker rooms. No one else was around which, Brit thought as he looked down, was a good thing since he was standing in all his naked glory. Something about being naked seemed wrong to Brit at the moment. As he took in the lean muscles and athletic cut of his body it seemed familiar, yet foreign...almost a deja vu. He flexed and relaxed his biceps a few times. Something about the way the muscle pushed out felt wrong...but Brit couldn't figure it out. "You must go in!" a voice said from behind Brit. He turned to see the coed who had roller bladed by today standing behind him. "You must go in the gym!" Brit took his python arms and pushed the doors of the gym open. An uproar of cheers erupted as he walked through. Out on the floor of the gym was the entire football team all in uniform and screaming with the rest of the crowd. Off to the side were all the cheerleaders jumping up and down. Brooke slipped Brit a big smile and a slight wave as he continued to walk into the gym. As he neared the end place where the walkway through the bleachers ended and the basketball floor began he saw that Brooke had ran over and was waiting on him....but across from her was Paul Spain, though a little smaller than Brit thought he should be. Both waved and smiled as Brit continued his walk....they were saying something but Brit couldn't hear it over the roar...he just knew he was glad to see Paul in the dream with him...for some reason it made him feel more 'safe' than he had. As he turned towards Paul and gave him a big hug Brooke faded from the dream with what looked like a dejected frown on her face. The coed in the bushes made a mental note, "The one he truly loves has been chosen." "You've chose," came the coed's voice from somewhere, but Brit didn't know where. When him and Paul finished their hug Brit pulled back and looked up into Paul's eyes... "Yes," he thought, "that's better, now Paul is the size I remember him." Brit looked at his body and saw that things seemed smaller, but he still possessed the body of a male athlete, though a short one. The crowd continued to cheer. "Brit, honey," Paul said as he looked into Brit's eyes, "you'd better take your spot, the other's don't know what to do." Brit looked back onto the floor and saw all the football players standing around. Some were still clapping, but most just looked at Brit with a need for him to lead them somewhere. The Cheerleaders were no better off. They had stopped there cheering...Kathy stood there looking at Brit with a hopeful face. "Go, honey," Paul said again as he gave Brit a gentle shove towards the floor. Brit started walking towards the football players and could see them begin smiling as their leader approached. He looked at the cheerleaders and could see many of them had started crying. "Why are they crying?" Brit thought as he changed direction and went to check on them. The minute he changed directions a chorus of moans arose from the football team. The cheerleaders were bouncing up and down as Brit continued to walk their way. "What's going on?" Brit thought as he stopped and took his head in his hands. The whole gym went quite as Brit stood there, half way between the cheerleaders and the football team, head in hands. Brit didn't know what was going on, but he felt it was big. He looked towards Paul... big wonderful Paul. Paul just smiled and mouthed the words, "You know what you want." Brit still didn't understand. The silence of the gym was more deafening than the uproar had been earlier. The football team stood motionless...the cheerleaders looked as if the dam holding the tears could break any minute. "Do the right thing," Brit thought, "damn it, just do the right thing." His compassion wouldn't let the girls cry like that...he got up and continued walking to the cheerleaders. Their tears turned to smiles as the football team slowly faded into nothingness. With every stride Brit could feel muscle falling away...he could sense his hair getting longer with every step. He felt someone grab his hand and turned to see Paul smile at him as they both walked together. When Brit looked down at their hands he caught the sight of his cheerleading uniform floating around his beautifully shaped legs. His sneakers and short socks looked darling on his little feet. In the bushes, the coed once again made the mental note, "He has chosen his life." "You have chosen.." came the coed's voice a second time. Britnie looked up to see the coed standing amongst the cheerleaders. The coed smiled at Britnie and then faded away. Britnie woke with a start and puzzled just a moment about the dream. He rolled over and saw Paul up on one elbow just looking at him. "I was watching you sleep," Paul whispered in Brit's ear. "It's the only time you're more beautiful than I remember you during the day." Brit smiled at Paul turned towards his man to give him a kiss. As their bodies entwined Brit stopped and separated just a far enough from Paul to look into his eyes. "You know, Paul, I think I love you." Paul smiled and nudged his nose towards Brit's. "I know I love you," Paul said as the two once again began their love making. Kathy slammed the album down on her desk and flipped to the next empty page. "That bitch Brooke will NEVER leave me waiting on her at the mall again!" she almost screamed to herself as she set to work in the album. It was 10:30 and Kathy had a new theory