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I'm Not Cut Out To Be A Cheerleader
By Paul G. Jutras
Inspired by the Deane Christopher caption
As Roger Myers messed up a three point kick, Deane managed to
get the ball and ran with it. Philip and Raymond worked the block
against the enemy team for the final touchdown of the game.
?Way to go, dear,? Coach Jane said as she stood on the sidelines in
her green skirt suit and black knee high leather boots. ?Deane,
you?re the best member on the team.?
?Thanks, coach.? Deane smiled as his teammates carried him off
the field and into the locker room. Coach Jane noticed Roger
staying behind and trying to score a date with the head cheerleader.
She also saw that when Amy refused a date, he slapped her and
stormed into the locker room.
When Jane walked into the room the guys were in a variety of
stages of dress. Some only had on towels to cover while others
were partly dressed in their street clothes. ?Roger.? Jane called out.
?I think we need to have a little talk.?
?Can?t it wait a few moments?? Roger asked as he walked out of
the shower completely naked. Knowing that the coach used to be a
man, he had no more problem being seen naked in front of Jane
than did the cheerleaders who just considered her one of the girls.
?I?m sorry Roger. We?re half way through the season and you don?t
seem to be any closer to improving, girlfriend.? Jane said as she
reached into her purse and pulled out an old talisman. ?I?ve also
talked to your parents about the missed practices and the fact
you?ve been stealing from your classmate's lockers.?
?What?s that rock for?? Roger asked. The only thing he did know
was that whatever the talisman was for, it wasn?t going to be any
good to him. As a ray shot out of the medallion, Roger suddenly
felt both dizzy and weak. He had no choice but to sit down on one
of the locker room benches in order to keep from falling over. ?My
muscles feel like Jell-o.?
?That?s only the start of things.? Jane smiled. ?As you know, I used
to be a guy. Thanks to this artifact, I?m a real woman instead of a
cross dresser as you soon will be to.?
?What?? Roger said as his voice grew higher in pitch. A pitch that
continued to grow higher as he screamed at the sight of his nipples
swelling like two basketballs being filled with air by a tire pump.
He braced his feet up against the locker doors and covered his new
breasts and vagina as best as possible. ?This can?t be happening.?
?If you can?t be man enough to face up to your crimes or make
your parents proud of you on the football field, then maybe you can
make them proud of you off the football field.? Jane said with a
smile. ?Go ahead and open your locker.?
?No!? Roger screamed as he saw a white and red cheerleader outfit
and a pair of pom-poms in the locker. ?But I?m not cut out to be a
cheerleader.?
?I?m sure you?ll get the hand of it, Trish.? Jane said as she watched
Roger slip into the outfit just to keep the guys from staring at his
new naked body. ?By the way, Trish is your new name. After we
walk out of the locker room together only your parents, you and I
will ever remember you were ever a man. Just like everyone I
know thinks I just had an operation and did not become the real
thing by magic.?
?Everyone will think I had a sex change operation?? The new Trish
asked as she found her new bouncing breasts disturbing.
?Sorry, but no,? said Jane. ?I worked my spell that way so that the
principal or students wouldn?t have a problem with me being in
either locker room or keeping my job as coach. You on the other
hand will have everyone believe you were born female.?
?Then I?ll just live here in the locker room so they won?t forget.?
Trish declared.
?I?m sure the guys would just love that.? Jane snickered as she
noticed that Philip got a hard on at how Trish filled out the
uniform.
?I think I?ve changed my mind.? Trish led the way out. She didn?t
like the idea of living the rest of her life as a woman, but liked the
idea of being raped less. The last thing she needed was to get
pregnant.
?There you are, Trish.? Amy called over from the rest of the
cheerleading quad. ?You won our bet to go into the men?s locker
room while they where showering. I didn?t think you?d have the
guts, girlfriend.?
?Why don't you go and change clothes, Trish.? Jane smiled. ?I can
drop you and the squad off at your homes on the way to mine.?
Trish went into the locker room and found the one with her new
female name on it. When she opened it, she let out a sigh as she
pulled out a pink tank top with bare midriff, a pink skirt and pink
sandals with an obvious feminine heel to them. Even her bra and
panties were a matching shade of pink. ?Great.? The old Roger
moaned inside the petite frame. ?Pink?
?You know pink has always been your favorite color,? Amy said as
she pulled off her cheerleading top. Even though Trish was no
longer Roger and couldn?t get a hard on any longer she expected to
at least get wet at the sight of the cheer squad getting changed in
front of her. With no type of response, she sighed with
disappointment and took a shower with the other girls.
As she got dressed, it was as if a control force took over her hands
as she put on her bra with ease. The same kind type of apparent
control showed itself as she slipped into Jane?s car in a most lady
like manner. Lucky for Trish she was the last cheerleader to be
dropped off.
?Jane, what?s going on?? Trish asked.
?What do you mean, dear?? Jane asked.
?I still think like a boy, but this body put on a bra and got into the
car like it had a mind all its own.? Trish said as Roger/ Trish?s
parents stood on the porch to greet their new daughter.
?All part of the spell.? Jane smiled. ?It wouldn't do to have you
make a fool of yourself in public for not knowing simple things
like putting on a bra or make up. Soon doing the stuff will be come
second nature and the spell?s power won?t be needed.?
?But I?ll always remember who I was?? Trish asked.
?Memories are one of the most important of all gifts given to
human beings.? Jane pointed out. ?I?d never do anything to take
that gift away from you or your family. Up to this point you and
your family have memories of both your male past and your female
past. It wouldn?t do for you to run into one of Trish?s friends that
Roger never gave the time of day.?
?I don?t remember anything about being a girl.? Trish replied.
?The memories will come only when you need them.? Jane replied
before leaving. As Trish turned toward her parents she felt tears
well up inside. Unlike Roger would be, Trish was truly sorry for
the trouble she had caused her parents.
?There, there.? Mrs. Myers said as she comforted her new
daughter. ?Everything will be fine now. Let?s get you up to your
room so you can start you homework like a good girl.?
?Yes mom.? Trish said between sniffles. As she reached her
bedroom the old Roger deep inside wanted to gag. The walls, rug
and even the furniture were all pink. The only thing that seemed
different from pink in the endless sea was the large army of stuffed
animals that Trish had remembered collecting since childhood.
?I guess this is my life now.? Trish sat down at her desk, crossed
her ankles and started on her homework. As Roger, she had always
hated homework and waited till the last minute to even start. As
Trish, however, something deep inside her compelled her to do her
homework right off. The spell was making her be a good girl
despite how she?d rather act.
?I wonder what else is different.? Trish though as she finished her
homework and turned on her computer. As she checked her
bookmarked sites, she noticed that Crystal?s story site and
Fictionmania were no longer bookmarked. Neither were the sites
about women being turned into mannequins, wind up dolls or love
dolls. In their place were sites about cheerleading, boy bands and
other hunky guys.
?That Brad guy is cute.? Trish caught herself thinking as she
checked out her new saved sites. ?No! The spell is making me
think these things.?
?Are you getting ready yet honey?? Mrs. Myers asked as she
knocked on her daughter's bed room door. Trish looked up with a
puzzled expression as she tried to remember what she needed to be
ready for.
?While you were changing out of your uniform your former coach
set things up for you to have a date with Philip.? Mrs. Myers
smiled. ?She remembered how attractive to you he was when you
were first changed.?
?What do I wear?? Trish blurted out before she could stop herself.
Her mother just smiled and walked to her daughter's closet to help
her pick something out for her first date as a woman.
As Trish took her skirt off; her mother glanced down at the spots
on her panties. ?It looks like you?re started to have your first
period.? She smiled as she handed her daughter a diaphragm to
stick inside her. ?I?m out of condoms but this should work if
you?re going to have sex.?
Trish couldn?t even describe how it felt to have such a thing inside
of her. As the spell took over she had no problem changing into a
black blouse and ankle strap spike heel shoes with a gray skirt and
blazer. Her mother loaned her a lovely necklace and
stepped back to look at her appearance. ?At least we don?t need to
get your ears pierced.?
?Wonderful.? Roger?s thoughts were sarcastic as Trish just smiled
and nodded in agreement. ?This nightmare just gets better and
better.?
Philip and Trish went out to dinner where Trish found it much
more comfortable to sit with her legs crossed high on thigh than as
a man. Especially with her legs under the table which used to be
always hard to do. Dancing on the other hand wasn?t as easy. Her
pinched toes soon felt the pain all those who broke in a new pair of
high heels felt.
?Are you okay?? Philip asked. He couldn?t help looking at her
breasts. ?I want you to be able to go out me to the school Super
Bowl dance party at the pier.?
?I?m fine.? Trish lied. As she returned to the table, she slipped her
shoes off and felt the relief from her feet throughout her body. As
she looked across at Philip part of her couldn?t help but wanting to
jump his bones.
She found herself moving her foot up his pant leg and felt Philip
get hard as her stocking foot played with his crotch. She couldn?t
bring herself to say no as they took a drive up to look out point.
She was glad that her mother suggested protection. Though as full
as she felt between her legs, she couldn?t image the pain of being
penetrated for the first time by a man.
?I see you had a good time.? Mrs. Myers smiled when her daughter
walked into the house only half dressed. Inside Trish?s head, Roger
could help but wonder if her mother with her knowledge of her
daughter; once being her child, got some pleasure in her current
suffering.
That night Trish had a strange dream of being a love doll. Her skin
was glossy vinyl latex with no blemishes. A glassy expression in
her eyes was fixed and there were no visible teeth in her air filled
body. As an immobile doll she was made love to by Philip in a way
she never thought possible. Especially with her anus, pussy and
mouth wide open in an oval shape for his use.
Trish woke scream in the midst of an orgasm. As her eyes viewed
the poster photo of Philip on the wall her scream moved to a wail
of terror until she fully woke herself up and her mom entered the
room.
?You okay, honey?? Mrs. Myers asked.
?It?s, well...? Trish wasn?t sure how to explain her dream.
?I know.? Mrs. Myers smiled. ?When Jane talked to me about
changing you she also told me how you treated the cheerleaders
you dated like sex toys. I thought at least one dream about being on
the other end of such a fantasy would a good added punishment.?
?The guys say you went out with Philip last night.? Amy said as
she made sure her skirt didn?t ride up during the stretching
exercises of after school cheerleading practice.
?It was a night of magic.? Trish smiled as they got to their feet.
Trish then remembered that riding a bike to school in a skirt was
like magic to her new body just as well. ?He was a real gentleman
at dinner and not so much a gentlemen in his car afterwards.?
?You go girl.? Monica chuckled as the cheerleading captain started
them off in their practice routine of flips, tumbles and jumps. She
was reminded of how much her bra straps dug into her shoulders
when the knees of the human pyramid added to her pain.
?Trish dear.? Mrs. Myers called from her car in the parking lot. "I
was off to the super market and thought I?d swing by to pick you
up. That way we can do the shopping together like you love.?
?You?ll make some man such a great homemaker.? Amy giggled as
Trish went to the locker room to shower and change into a skimpy
shoulder strap dress that just reached her hips before heading off to
the supermarket. She was surprised that her mother would be
wearing pink male style pajama bottoms and bedroom slippers
with her black sweater. Somehow in her mind, she recalled seeing
other women in the supermarket in bedroom slippers before.
Saturday afternoon came. After an exhausting morning of helping
her mother clean house, Trish and Mrs. Myers took off for some
quality time together. One would almost think they were sisters
with Mrs. Myers in a green tank top, black slacks and beach flips
flops while Trish wore a pink tank top and skirt and beach flip
flops.
?Why do I have to wear a skirt while you were pants?? Trish
complained.
?Your new body may have new memories of wearing skirts and
dresses since being a little girl, but the part of you that is still
Roger needs to get used to wearing them.? Mrs. Myers insisted.
?This skirt is so short that I should at least be wearing a pair of
hose underneath.? Trish said as a breeze caused it to ride up. Trish
stopped in her tracks and held the skirt down until the breeze
passed.
?When we get started you?ll be glad I talked you out of wearing the
nylons.? Mrs. Myers snickered as if she knew something her little
cheerleader didn?t.
?Greetings, Mrs. Myers.? Mrs. Prince said with a smile. ?Good to
see you and your daughter again.?
?Thanks.? Trish smiled. The part of her that was Roger had never
seen the woman before, but the programmed memories that were
Trish knew her all her life. ?Ready to start whenever you are.?
?Great.? Mrs. Prince said. ?Just go get undressed and we?ll start on
you leg and bikini wax. I know how Trish wants perfect looking
legs for cheering Philip on at the games.?
Trish couldn?t image anything more painful when the wax job was
done. Once she was bathed in the personal attention of feminine
care of having his nails and hair done, the former Roger couldn?t
imagine anything being more relaxing.
?Take care now.? Mrs. Prince said as she let the two beauties back
into the world, their next stop being the dress shop.
?Women's clothes are so expensive.? Trish thought to herself as the
dresses she liked to wear to the coming dance ran between $300
and $500. After Trish was forced to put on a mini fashion show for
her mom, they both settled on a dress that ran $450.
A week later Sunday came and Trish?s period was over. She knew
full well she could expect the same gift of womanhood to be
delivered about the same time every month. She was just glad that
she had time to get used to dancing as a woman instead of a man
before she embarrassed herself before the whole school.
As she slipped on her white pantyhose over her legs she admired
the way the color showed off her pink polish toes. She fussed with
the bra straps and turned toward her closet. She pushed aside a
green and black polka dot slip of a dress with spaghetti straps aside
to find the outfit her mother bought her for the dance. Inside his
head Roger?s old soul hated Trish?s new one for being filled with
so many feelings and emotions.
Trish had just finished getting on her dress with the shoulder fringe
when her dad walked in just in time to help her zip up the back. ?I
thought you?d like some last minute practice dancing with a man
before having to dance before your new friends at school.?
?That butterfly barrette is a nice touch in the hair.? Mr. Myers said.
?Thanks.? Trish tried not to sound pleased. ?It was mom?s idea.?
Trish practiced a few dance steps in her stocking feet and then
reluctantly put on her heels when she heard Philips car horn from
the driveway. She hurried downstairs, stopping just a minute at the
wall mirror to make sure her hair and face looked just right. Inside
her body, Roger couldn?t believe how much she had changed in the
short time since her transformation.
At the pier things didn?t go quite as she thought. Trish had
hoped to save her feet the pain of dancing by getting to the bar?s
television for the 6pm kick off. She found all too quickly that her
transformation into Trish had made her such a girly girl that she
had no interest in watching sports on television anymore.
Bummed out, Trish took her shoes off and took a walk along the
sandy beach in her stocking feet. She now wished she had worn
knee or thigh hi stockings since she knew that any of her nylons
would only last a few wearings before they ran and would have to
be replaced. ?Is something wrong?? asked Philip as he came up
behind Trish and put his arms around her.
?Aren?t you missing your game?? Trish asked. She tried to hide her
tears from Philip.
?What kind of guy do you think I am?? Philip asked. ?You think
I?d put football ahead of my girlfriend? I?d rather be with you.?
?You mean that?? Trish asked as she turned and faced him. He just
nodded as the two danced the glow of the moon that reflected on
the surface of the ocean. A more romantic dance arena Trish
couldn?t have asked for.
Time and school went by. Being a year behind Amy, Trish had
taken Amy?s place as squad captain on her graduation year. After
awhile Philip got down on one knee and asked Trish to marry him.
Philip looked great in his tux as Trish did in her white gown and
matching shoes. She notice the sheer and color of her hose was
such that you?d have to look closely for the almost invisible web
appearance of her toes to notice she was wearing any stockings at
all. With no objections, Trish removed her garter and tossed it for
her bridesmaid and best friend Amy to catch. As the girls smiled at
each other, the former Roger couldn?t image how anyone could
treat her as bad as the guy she used to be did.
It wasn?t long after that Trish started to slowly forget that Roger
ever existed outside of her nightmares. She was content with
cooking and cleaning and being the perfect little brainwashed
housewife. Just like the type of woman the former Roger always
wanted to go out with. She was glad to please her husband and was
happy when she learned that she was pregnant.
?Merry Christmas, dear? Mrs. Myers asked as she came to visit
Trish one day when she was nine months pregnant. In her hands
were boxes of Christmas decorations to help touch up the
apartment. ?How are you doing?? Trish of course now waddled
like a duck and as painful on her legs as it was to stay standing, it
was almost impossible to get out of a chair once she was sitting
down. Her breasts ached as much as her back and her swollen
ankles.
?As joyful as when you had me, I?m sure.? Trish smiled. She took
out of the box her old childhood stocking for the fireplace. Though
with no name on the stocking, she couldn?t recall whose memory it
was from. Roger?s or Trish?s. ?I want to thank you for changing
me. As your son, I?d of never of know the power one gets by
knowing that there is a life growing inside my own body.?
?I think everything worked out best in the end my dear.? Mrs.
Myers agreed.
?Mom, I think you stopped by just in time.? Trish said as she felt a
pain worse than her period cramps. Her mother rushed to her just
as her water burst and helped her over to the station wagon.
?Don?t worry dear.? Mrs. Myers said. ?I?ll get you to the hospital. I
can use the cell phone to page Dr. Jillian.?
Several hours later Trish gave birth to two healthy twin girls. Philip
had gone with Dr. Jillian to clean the babies up while Trish
recovered from the ordeal with her parents. ?Are you all right,
dear?" Mrs. Myers asked.
?Other than feeling like I tried to fart out two footballs, I?m fine
mom.? Trish smiled and Mr. and Mrs. Myers laughed.
?Guess they?ll always be a little of Roger's sense of humor in her.?
Mr. Myers stated as the two give their daughter a hug and said that
being grandparents made it the best Christmas present they could
ask for.
THE END
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