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Forget-Me-Not By Julie O Edited by Amelia R Author's note: I deliberately have not named the state where this story takes place. Obviously, it's in the American Midwest. Chapter 1 Seventeen-year-old Brian Anderson sulked down the hall of his new high school. He was counting the days until graduation, as it was the only thing that kept him going. It was currently thirty days away. To say he hated his school wasn't an accurate description of his feelings, loathing might be more correct. While he was a senior, he barely knew anyone at his school, due to the fact that he had just transferred to Grantville High School three weeks before. Up to then, he had spent his whole life in the same school district in Southern California. He had a life back there, but that had all ended when his mom met Dave Olsen. Brian's mom had been widowed when he was two. His father was a California Highway Patrolman and had been killed by a drunk driver. His mom returned to her original job as a pharmacist, raised Brian as a single mom, and together they had a pretty good life. Kristin Anderson had been a cheerleader in school and a surfer. In fact, she still looked like she could win a beauty contest. She was 5-8 with curly blonde hair. Her body was shapely, as she still took great pride in her looks. She had actually turned down several acting offers while she was in college. In spite of losing his father at such an early age, Brian had a pretty normal upbringing. He was heavily into art, surfing, and skateboarding. He designed patterns for his friends' boards, was working part-time for a local manufacturer, and hoped to work for him fulltime after graduation. He loved living in California and couldn't imagine living anywhere else. It had everything he could ever want. All that changed when his mom attended a pharmacy convention and met Dave. Dave had his own drugstore in the Midwest in some little hick farming town, and Brian couldn't understand what his mom saw in him. She was a native Californian, and she had fallen head over heels for a guy who could have been an extra in the movie Fargo. That may have been too harsh, but Brian was angry at Dave for making him move to Green Acres. Dave was a genuinely nice guy. He was friendly and never seemed to get angry. Dave was forty-four and was a native of Grantville. He had gone into the Air Force immediately out of high school and had served for ten years. Upon graduation, he attended college and returned to Grantville to run his father's drugstore. He was still in great shape and looked like he was still in the military. He even wore his brown hair in a crew cut. At first, Brian thought it was funny that they traded e-mails and later phone calls in the months after the convention. But then they began to see each other. At first, it was at trade shows, but then his mom actually flew out to see him. When she returned, she was wearing a wedding ring. Brian was stunned when she said that they had gotten married during a weekend in Vegas. It had been just the two of them for so many years, and now she had a new husband. Brian wasn't about to consider him his dad. "You mean he's coming to live out here?" asked Brian. Kristin shook her head. "No, we're moving there." "What do you mean WE?" "Brian, it's so nice out there, Grantville is so peaceful," she explained. "Besides, he owns a house and a business out there. I'm just the head pharmacist of a chain drug store." "Peaceful? You mean boring?" stated Brian. He had searched the net and barely found a thing about Grantville. It was a small farming town in the Midwest. There was a small main street and not much else. He printed out what he found and handed it to his mom. "See! There's no there, there!" "It's not that bad," countered Kristin. "So, when are you planning on moving?" he asked. "We're moving out there next month," she replied. "I'm sorry that you're upset about this, but I really love Dave." "Mom, I'm not moving out there. I have a life here. I don't want to leave!" "I wish there was another way, but you're too young to live here by yourself," she replied. "Mom, I graduate high school in three months, I don't want to change schools," he stated. "Dave has already contacted Grantville High; all your credits will transfer, and you can graduate from there." "Mom, my friends are here!" "I'm sorry, honey, but we're moving there. There's no other alternative." Brian cringed as he remembered the fight that occurred after that. He loved his mom and wanted her to be happy, but that didn't stop him from losing his temper and screaming all kinds of horrible things at her. In the end, he apologized, and she promised that he could move back to California after he turned eighteen. He also remembered her words telling him that he just might like Grantville and decide to stay out there. She couldn't have been more wrong. From the moment they arrived to live in Dave's house, Brian couldn't find a thing to like about the town. Chapter 2 The town of Grantville had been founded by Scandinavian farmers in the 1887. Norwegian and Swedish peasants had immigrated to the Great Plains in the 1870's, lured by cheap land for farming. It was named for Ulysses S. Grant. The railroad had sought them to fill in the land to supply grain to the big cities; it was one of a line of small farming communities that sprung up along the railroad. At its peak in 1915, it was a growing community, but then a variety of events began to work against it. First there was the Great War, followed by the depression. Grantville's population began to slowly drop. World War II drained more young people away. The railroad wasn't as important, and the new interstate highway system bypassed the town. The excitement and change of the sixties seemed to be the death knell, and it was a dying town. The town leaders did everything they could think of to preserve their community. They had seen several similar towns fade away and were determined to prevent this from happening to their community. They provided incentives for their young people to stay and actively recruited people and businesses to move there. At the same time, they tried to maintain the standards of living and decorum that they loved. Surprisingly, they began to turn it around, and the population began to steady and then increase. Their example was copied by several other communities in the area, but none achieved the success of Grantville. Brian took one look and couldn't understand why anyone would want to stay there. The main occupation was still agriculture, and large fields of grain surrounded the town. There was a large hardware store, a grocery store, a diner, a drugstore, and several other businesses. There were no fast food restaurants, no coffeehouses, no movie theaters, and no mall. There were several social clubs and an old gym. "Let me guess, they have square dancing there on Saturday nights," stated Brian sarcastically to Dave, who was showing them around town. "No, that's held on Friday nights. On Saturday nights they have teen dances," replied Dave without skipping a beat. "Wednesday night is Bingo night." Brain shook his head in disgust. It was just the beginning. When they arrived at Grantville High, Brian was horrified to see that the students were wearing uniforms. The boys were wearing blue pants, not jeans, and white collared shirts. The girls had it even worse, as they were wearing knee-length blue skirts with white blouses. "Why uniforms?" he asked Dave. "It's easier that way, and it treats everyone equally," he replied. "A lot of big city schools do it." Brian didn't say a word. There were schools around his old district that had uniform policies, but they were done for discipline reasons and to prevent kids from wearing gang clothes on campus. He couldn't imagine that they had that sort of problem out here. "You know, maybe you should get a haircut before we go see the principal," suggested Dave. Brian looked at the boys, many of whom had short hair. He ran his fingers through his shoulder length blond hair and shook his head. "I'm keeping my hair as it is." Brain figured he would get some comments from the other boys, but he wasn't worried. He was five-ten and in great shape. While he had never taken any formal classes, he had learned some martial arts fighting skills from his friends. He wouldn't go looking for a fight, but he wouldn't run from one either. "You sure? It'll make it harder for you to blend in," continued Dave. "No offense, Dave, but the last thing I want to do around here is blend in. I'll wear the school costume, but I'm not going to start going to 4-H meetings," replied Brian. Instead of taking the bait and getting angry, Dave just laughed. "Okay, it's a free country." Brian sighed. No matter what he said, he could never get Dave to lose his temper. He accepted the fact that Dave had married his mom, but he wasn't about to consider him his father. "I'm also keeping my earrings," added Brian. He had a gold stud in each ear. "Suit yourself," stated Dave with a chuckle. A short time later, they were seated across from the principal, Mr. Fred Evans. A lifelong resident of Grantville, he could trace his family tree back to the founding of the town. He was currently finishing his twenty-fifth year working in the Grantville school district. He had started as a teacher and worked his way up to high school principal ten years ago, replacing his uncle who retired. Behind his desk there were many framed awards from the community for his long service. There were also framed graduation photos of the past nine years. Brian could feel Mr. Evans's eyes run up and down his body, as if he was making mental notes of him. In a way, it made Brian feel rather nervous. "I understand this is different from what you're used to, Brian, but I think you'll find that it's not as bad as you think," stated Mr. Evans. "As for your long hair and... jewelry, we sort of frown on that sort of thing around here, but as you won't be here that long, I see no reason to make it an issue." Brian nodded. "Thank you." "I do expect you to wear the school uniform and to abide by all other school rules and traditions," continued Mr. Evans. He then handed Brian a notebook. "Please read this before you start class on Monday. I don't think you'll find anything out of the ordinary, but ignorance of the rules is no excuse." Brian looked at the book and nodded. "I will." He had no real intention of rocking the boat. All he wanted to do was graduate and head back to the west coast. Mr. Evans smiled. "Good. Now, we've tried to match you up with a class schedule that matches what you had back in California." Brian looked at the schedule. Nothing looked too hard, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that he was enrolled in an art class. "Okay, well, we'll see you here bright and early Monday, Brian," stated Mr. Evans. On the way back home, Dave turned to Brian. "See that wasn't so bad." "I still have to wear uniforms," countered Brian. "Oh, thanks for reminding me; we need to stop off and get those!" replied Dave with a smile. Point, Dave, thought Brian. He kept score in his head for his verbal skirmishes with Dave, and so far the score was close. Brian begrudgingly admired Dave's ability to counter his verbal strikes. Chapter 3 Brian was introduced to his new classmates that Monday. There were one hundred and eighty people in the senior class, and for the most part, they accepted Brian as if he had always been there. He was surprised that no one gave him grief over his hair or earrings. They were all so friendly - almost too friendly, he thought. A new kid back in his old school wouldn't have been accepted nearly as fast. The town was like something in a Twilight Zone episode, he thought. First off, everyone seemed so happy and sociable. Then there was the lack of diversity, almost everyone was white. He asked about this in class one day and was met by blank stares from his classmates. "What do you mean?' asked Tom Harris, a large boy wearing a school jacket. "Well, it's just that everyone is white," noted Brian. "It's not as if we don't want minorities here, Brian; it's just really hard to attract them to this part of the country," explained his history teacher, Mr. Peterson. "There was a colored family here five years ago, but they moved to Chicago." Brian explained that in his old school there were kids from all over the world and of many ethnicities. "You mean there were Orientals in your school too?" asked Cathy Wilson, a cute blonde. "Orientals?" replied Brian, and then he began to laugh. "I had friends who were Japanese, Korean, Filipino, Chinese, and Thai. I never thought of them as Oriental." "Wow, that sounds so exotic," stated Mike Carter, a tall black haired boy. "That's just the start," said Brian. "We had kids from Mexico, El Salvador, India, Somalia, and many other places. I just assumed that's the way it was everywhere." "That's so cool," said Annie McCormick. She was wearing a cheerleading sweater that seemed to barely stretch over her large breasts. She was one of the few things that Brian liked about school, as she was one of the best looking girls in school. He never missed an opportunity to flirt with her. Another thing that caught Brian off guard was that most of the kids came from large families. He was the only kid in his class who was an only child. He then noticed that almost every woman in town had children. Their neighbors, the Snyders, had four kids, and Mrs. Snyder looked very pregnant. He mentioned this to his mom and Dave over dinner one night. "We are going through a population boom in some ways. Every year, the senior class is bigger," explained Dave. "There are already plans to expand the elementary school." Brian skipped the obvious point that there wasn't much else to do around here. He didn't want to make a comment that would hurt his mom. His own birth had been complicated, and she was unable to have additional children. As if she could read his mind, Kristin smiled. "Dave and I are thinking of adopting." Brian's eyebrows both rose. "Really?" Kristin nodded. "How do you feel about that?" "I don't mind, just as long as you're happy," he replied honestly. "Well, you'll be leaving soon, and it would be nice to have some someone else to take care of," stated Kristin. "Are you going to stop working?" asked Brian. "I might," replied Kristin. "I thought you loved your job," stated Brian. "I do, but maybe it's time for a change," she replied. "One of the nice things about living out here is the cost of living is so affordable, that one income is usually sufficient," noted Dave. "That's because there's nothing to spend money on," countered Brian. He still couldn't believe that his mom was thinking of becoming a stay at home housewife. Dave laughed. "Well, we like it this way. Believe it or not, Brian, people like the lifestyle out here. It's a safe place to raise a family. Many, if not most, of our families are one income families." "But, it must be hard to keep people here," interrupted Brian. "It is; in fact, we still have some difficultly keeping our young people here. We know that there is no way that everyone will want to stay here. However, the city leaders have developed a system, and strive for modest growth every year. We offer incentives to keep some of our young people here. One of the things we do is to offer to pay their college tuition if they agree to move back here. That's how we get many of our new teachers. We also provide other incentives to make sure we don't fade away." "Still, I find it hard to believe that women want to stay here and just be stay at home moms," said Brian. "There are more than you might think. The high school offers an entire curriculum for girls who wish to be housewives and mothers," replied Dave. Brian stared at his mom. "You approve of this?" "It wouldn't work in California, but they seem to like it out here. No one is forced to stay." "So, if a girl wants to go to college, she can?" asked Brian. Dave nodded. "Of course, this isn't a gulag or anything like that. Still many girls just want to get married and raise a family." Brian just shook his head. "I guess it's okay if you were raised here and have no idea of what's out there. I just know that I can't wait until I can go back to California. I just got an e-mail from Rick, and he's going to hire me to design boards for him." "What about college?" asked Kristin. "I'll enroll in art school in the winter semester. Rick said that he'll pay for part of my tuition as long as I work for him. I can go to school part time and work on the side. Mom, don't worry about me. Rick's boards are being used by competitors in the X-Games, and he says that my designs are getting great raves. This is a real job." Dave looked confused. "X-Games? What are the X-Games?" Brian laughed and tried to explain it to Dave, who shook his head in disbelief. "You mean they pay people to ride bikes off ramps?" he asked incredulously. "We did that for free when I was a kid." "Big money, same for skateboards," replied Brian. "It's on TV and everything." "That's amazing," he replied with a grin. "I guess I should watch more than the local news." Chapter 4 While Brian couldn't wait to get out of Grantville, he wasn't antisocial with his fellow students. He felt that he could open their eyes up to a whole new world and was always willing to talk to them about how great things were elsewhere. He reluctantly went to the square dance on Friday night, as there was nothing else to do. However, he skipped the actual dance and hung out with some of the other teens outside the gym. "I can't believe how boring it is out here," he commented to the group he was hanging out with. To his surprise, he found that there were many teens who shared his opinion about the town. They were sitting outside of the gym, drinking sodas; the sound of the band was blaring in the background. The town was dry, so getting beer was out of the question. "I know what you mean; I can't wait to leave," commented Tim King. He was a tall thin boy with black curly hair. He was the seventh child in a family of eight kids. "My brothers are already working the farm, but I'm going to college to become an engineer. I want to live in Chicago, or Denver, or anywhere where you don't smell manure in the morning." "I feel the same way," added Kurt Jenkins, a short brown haired boy. He was one of the few boys in the school with long hair. He played guitar and several other instruments and was planning on attending college on a musical scholarship. He played trumpet in the school band. "My parents aren't happy that I want to leave, but I've tried to explain to them that this place offers me nothing. I hate farming and don't want to work in my uncle's feed store." "Trust me; I want out more than you. My mom and sisters can't understand why," stated Jane Wilson. Like all the other girls, she was wearing a skirt. "What? Don't you want to stay here and raise babies?" asked Brian with a laugh. "Please!" replied Jane as she shook her head, causing her long brown hair to swing back and forth. She was a pleasant looking girl with a great personality. She was also in the band and played the flute. "I'm going to college. The last thing I want to do is be pregnant before I'm twenty." "You're kidding, right?" asked Brian. Jane shook her head. "Brian, all three of my older sisters are married, and all three had their first kids when they were nineteen!" "On purpose?" he asked with grin. "Yes! That's what's even stranger!" she replied with a laugh. "They love being moms, and what's even more strange is that they seem to love being pregnant. My sister Kristy told me that she feels so whole when she's pregnant. Brian, she's only twenty-two and is pregnant for the third time. She got married just three months after she graduated high school." "I know what you mean, my sister got married just two months after she graduated last year, and she's due with her first baby next month," stated Kurt. They talked for a while about how boring Grantville was and how great life would be away from it. They questioned Brian on what life was like in a real city. "Oh, Brian, you know, you should get your hair cut short in the next few days; unless you want to end up in the beauty contest," stated Kurt. "What beauty contest?" asked Brian. "Oooh, that's right, you're new around here. Every year they have a senior class beauty contest. In addition to the girls, they pick some of the boys and dress them up as girls," stated Jane. "You've got to be kidding!" replied Brian. The teens shook their head. "No, it's a tradition here. Different groups in school pick a boy and enter him in the contest. The cheerleaders do it, the school band, home economics, and several others. The group that gets the highest rated guy wins bragging rights for the year. It's sort of an honor to be picked," continued Jane. "Why is that?" asked Brian. "You usually get a hot date for the prom out of it," interjected Kurt. "It shows that you're a good sport." He then smiled at Jane. "I've already heard that you're on the top of the list for several of the groups," said Jane, ignoring Kurt's flirting. Brian stared at her. "This is the truth, right? You're not goofing on me?" They shook their heads in unison. "So how does it happen, do they come up and ask me?" asked Brian. "Not exactly," replied Jane. "The contest is in two weeks. They sort of kidnap you in school and change you there. They can grab you anytime starting Monday." Brian stared back in disbelief. "This is a joke right?" "No, she's telling the truth. They grab you at school, dress you up there. Until the contest, you're considered to be a female student. It's all harmless fun. The teachers make sure that it doesn't get out of hand," explained Jane. "You stay dressed as a girl until the contest. It's a school tradition, and the guys who go through it are looked upon as being good natured," added Kurt. "My brother did it two years ago, and no one would consider him anything but a real man." "Yeah, if you refuse to do it, you're pretty much seen as a jerk. No girl would ever consider dating you," said Tim. "I've already been told that I'm marked by several of the groups." "Are you in one of these groups, Jane?" asked Brian. "Yes, Brian, and your name is top on our list. Don't worry; the contest doesn't start until Monday," replied Jane. "So, you're safe for now." "And there's an actual beauty contest?" he asked. "This isn't some joke played on the new kid?" "Yes. You'll be competing against real girls. There are three costume changes, usually something like the school uniform, square dance dress, and prom dress; they change it yearly. The real girls always win, but the guys get some cool prizes," continued Jane. "Actually, the boys are just in the contest to make it more fun. There is a competition between the boys." "I suppose it's against the spirit of the event to get the flu for the next few weeks," remarked Brian. The others laughed. "Brian, you're living with two pharmacists; no one will believe that you're sick!" stated Jane. Chapter 5 "Why didn't you tell me about the beauty contest, Dave?" asked Brian the next morning at breakfast. "It slipped my mind, Brian. It's been part of this community for so long that I just forgot about it," answered Dave. "Besides, there's no guarantee that you'll be picked." "I've heard it from a reliable source that I'm on the top of the list for many of the groups," replied Brian as he ate his scrambled eggs. "You could always cut your hair short," stated Dave. Brian stared at him and laughed. "You must be kidding. I can deal with wearing a dress before I'd get a haircut." "So, you'll actually go along with it?" asked Kristen. Brian shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? I mean, no one back in California is ever going to find out." Brian talked to several people that day, and they all confirmed the existence of the beauty contest. He wasn't sure and checked the archives of the local paper in the library, and, sure enough, there were photos of the feminized boys with the girls. It seemed so out of place for a town that appeared to be so conservative. He had dressed as a girl once for Halloween when he was in sophomore year of high school. It had been the idea of his girlfriend at the time. He dressed in her cheerleader outfit, and she dressed in his baseball uniform. Brain remembered the night for another reason; that was the night she gave him his first blowjob. He smiled at that memory. He hadn't really counted on going to the prom, but as he looked around his school, he noticed that there were a lot of attractive girls. Annie was pretty cute too, and while the prom didn't mean anything to him, it would be stupid of him to give up the chance for a date. He was surprised that she wasn't dating anyone. Kurt had told him the way that it usually worked; the boy was grabbed at school and taken to a classroom and quickly changed into a girl. Just enough was done at school to make the boy passable as a girl. After school, the boy was further transformed and made more feminine. Nothing was permanent, and it was seen as a great way to end the school year. To Brian, something didn't seem quite right. He looked at the articles and saw how the contest was a major event in the town. It almost seemed as if the boys were a bigger part of the show than the girls, even though there were only a few entered each year. Brian scanned the past few years of the paper and found that there were usually only three or four boys entered. He thought that there would be more entries for an event that seemed so important to the school. He also looked at the girl groups that sponsored the male entries into the contest. Over the past three years, he counted ten different groups. He wondered why they didn't enter someone every year. Chapter 6 Brian arrived at school Monday with much trepidation. He felt as if he had a spotlight on him from the moment he arrived at school. His English teacher, Mr. Wilson, seemed pleasantly surprised that Brian had shown up for school. "I was half expecting you to be absent today," said Mr. Wilson. "It crossed my mind, but I figured, what's the worst that can happen?" replied Brian. The look that Mr. Wilson gave him momentarily sent a chill up his spine, and Brian wondered if the teacher knew something he didn't. The morning passed without incident for Brian. Kurt told him that three boys had already been grabbed and changed, including Tim. "If it makes you feel any better, Jane told me that I'm a marked man too," said Kurt with a smile. Brian laughed. "To be honest, it does make me feel better." It was during his fifth period history class lab that the phone rang. Mr. Peterson answered the phone and motioned for Brian. "They need you up at the main office. Miss Glover needs to see you," stated Mr. Peterson. Miss Glover was Brian's guidance councilor. He had talked to her the previous week about college applications for the following year. Mr. Peterson wrote out the pass, and Brian headed out to the front office. He should have suspected something, but he didn't think that Miss Glover would be a part of it. She was a pretty brunette who had just moved back to Grantville. She had graduated from Grantville High and had attended Iowa on a full scholarship. Halfway to her office, he was grabbed and pulled into an empty classroom by four members of the cheerleading squad. "We've got you!" squealed Kim Jones, the captain of the squad. Brian might have been able to pull away, but he was too surprised to do so. Miss Glover was sitting on the desk at the front of the room. "I'm sorry, Brian, but I'm the advisor for the cheerleaders, and they wanted you badly. They begged me to help them get you," she said with a smile. "Now, do you agree to be our representative for the beauty contest?" Brian looked at the four girls who were presently surrounding him. Even though they were wearing the drab school uniforms, they were all pretty hot looking. They were all smiling at him. He also saw Annie was with them. "Okay... I'll do it," replied. The girls all began to squeal with delight. Kim had a huge smile on her face. "Oh, Brianna, we're going to make you so gorgeous." "Now, girls, you just need to make Brianna presentable for now; you'll have more time this afternoon after school to go wild with her," said Miss Glover. "Okay, Brianna, here's you're clothes; you can go in the closet and change. We'll then do your hair and makeup," said Kim, as she handed Brian a gym bag of clothes. "If you have any questions, we'll be right out here." Brian, now Brianna, took the bag and entered the storage closet; it was just large enough for him to change. He undressed and took out the clothes from the bag. There was a pair of white cotton panties, a bra, pantyhose, navy blue knee socks, a blue skirt, a white short sleeve blouse, and a pair of black shoes. There was also a pair of silicone breast pads. Brian was a little surprised at how big they were, and he examined the bra; it was a 36-D. He sighed and began to get dressed. He had some trouble with the pantyhose and the bra, but he was able to manage. It all seemed surreal as he stepped out of the storage closet. "Oh, Brianna, you look better than we had expected," exclaimed Tammy Schultz, a brunette with curly hair. "I agree, you look great," stated Annie, the redhead with large breasts who Brian stared at in his history class. "Okay, Brianna, have a seat here," ordered Kim. "We're just going to use a curling iron on you right now; later this afternoon, we'll give you a perm." "A perm?" he asked. "Yes, it'll be a lot easier for you than using an iron every morning," interjected Sally Lewis, who was holding the curling iron. "Now sit still, this won't take long. Damn, this is so unfair, you have such nice hair!" Brianna felt suddenly passive as Sally went to work on his hair. She applied some liquid to his hair as she rolled it into curls. As she did this, Kim and Annie filed and applied pink nail polish to his fingernails. Brianna was beginning to wonder if he had gotten in over his head. "Okay, Tammy, you're next," stated Sally. "Can't I see what I look like?" asked Brianna. "Nope, not until we're done," stated Kim. Tammy began to apply makeup to Brianna's face. "I'm so glad you have so little facial hair," she stated. "Although, I will want to thin out your eyebrows this afternoon." Brianna noticed that all the girls had thin arched eyebrows. He was about to protest, when Tammy told him to sit still. "There. That's enough for now. All we need is now is her jewelry and purse, and she's ready to go back to class." Kim changed Brianna's earrings from studs to gold hoops. She gave Brianna several bracelets and a girl's watch. "Well, stand up and look in the mirror, Brianna," ordered Miss Glover. "You look fabulous." Brianna stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. His blonde hair was now styled in large curls that flowed around his now feminized face. He looked like a girl, and not a bad looking one, he realized. To his confusion, he felt slightly excited. "I think she likes the way she looks, Miss G," stated Kim. "You'll look even better when we finish with you this afternoon; you know, she might even finish ahead of some of the real girls," said Tammy. "Okay, Brianna, you need to get back to class. The girls will meet you after school to finish the job," stated Miss Glover. "Oh, you need to wear this; it's a sign that you're in the contest." She then slipped a gold chain around Brianna's neck. It had a small indigo blue crystal at the end. "You need to wear it all the time; it may sound silly, but it's part of the tradition," continued Miss. Glover. "All the other girls in the contest wear them, Mr. Evans insists on it." Brianna was too stunned to speak and could only nod. He reached down and looked at the crystal. This was getting weirder and weirder, he thought. As he walked back to class, he could feel the silicone breasts bounce gently up and down. The feel of wearing a skirt would also take some getting used to. He arrived outside Mr. Peterson's class and hesitated. He was worried about how he would be received when he walked in. He looked down at his hand with pink nails and let out a long sigh. There was no turning back now, he thought. Brianna walked in and handed the pass to Mr. Peterson. "Thank you, Miss Anderson, please take your seat," said Mr. Peterson. Brianna turned and walked to her desk. He was slightly surprised by the looks of his classmates. Most were supportive, and a few of the guys seemed to be looking at him as if he was a real girl. He carefully sat down; making sure his skirt was covering his legs. Kurt leaned over. "Mr. Peterson got a call right after you left, and we figured you got nabbed. I'll give you my notes, Brianna." "Thanks," he replied softly. "By the way, you look great," stated Kurt. Brianna just nodded slightly. He wasn't in the mood to talk about it. "So who are you representing, Bree?' asked Jenny Morris, a redheaded girl who sat behind him. "The cheerleaders," he replied. "Figures," she replied. "Well, at least you'll look great. They always have one of the best entries." Brianna was about to say that they hadn't even entered a contestant the last two years, but he was interrupted by the bell. On his way to his last class of the day, Brianna ran into Jane. "I heard the pom-pom girls got you. Damn, we were going to try and get you this period," Jane stated. "Sorry, I really didn't have a say in all this," replied Brianna. "I must admit that for an initial effort they did a great job. So what do you want to be called now, Brianna?' "Yes, that seems to be my name now," he replied. "You look great, Brianna. You look much better than Tina." "Who?" asked Brianna. "Oh, I mean Tim. The girls' basketball team got her," replied Jane. "So who are the band girls going to get?" "Kurt," she replied, "but don't tell him!" Brianna laughed. "No problem there." Chapter 7 After school, Brianna met up with Kim and the other cheerleaders. Together, they drove over to Tammy's house. "Trust me, Brianna, nothing I'm about to do to you is permanent. After the contest, I'll re-style your hair, and it'll look better than before; you were in need of a trim anyway," said Tammy. "What about my eyebrows?" asked Brianna. "They'll grow back," she replied with a giggle. "Now, when you go home tonight, you'll need to remove the hair on your body. I have a great cream that will do the trick. It's very gentle, and all of us use it," explained Tammy. "Oh, I forgot about that," stated Brianna. "It's no so bad," said Kim. Brianna was surprised to find that Tammy's house had a salon built into it. "My mom runs a side business here part-time. She taught me to cut and style hair," explained Tammy. "Tammy styles all our hair," explained Kim. Brianna sat in the salon chair and tried to relax. "Thankfully, you're such a nice color of blonde, we won't have to color your hair too. Now, just sit back and let me get to work; you're going to love the way you look." Brianna tried to relax as Tammy worked on his hair. The smell of the chemicals and the feel of rollers in his hair was a new and strange sensation. While he waited for the perm to be finished, Tammy waxed his brows. He couldn't see, but he worried that she had taken all of his brows off. "Brianna, you're going look fantastic," said Tammy. "Wait 'til you see your outfits for the contest," stated Kim. "So, what are the costumes for the contest?" asked Brianna. "This year, you'll be in a formal dress, a square dance dress, and an outfit selected by us," said Annie. "I know, I know, the square dancing outfit is so out of date, but it's a tradition." "What's the other outfit?" asked Brianna. "Why you'll be a cheerleader, just like us!" stated Kim. "We'll even teach you a few moves." "Oh, joy!" replied Brianna. "That's the spirit, Bree," said Tammy. "Just so you know, we really appreciate you being our girl this year." "Yes, we weren't sure if you'd go through with it," added Kim. "Okay, let's, get back to your hair," said Tammy. She began to let out Brianna's curls. "This hair style will be really easy for you to take care of. All, you'll have to do is brush it out in the morning. I'm leaving you some shampoo and conditioner too." Brianna nodded. "Okay, take a look," stated Tammy as she swung Brianna around. Brianna was shocked by what he saw. His hair looked huge. The style was filled with large curls and looked very feminine. It also looked a little dated, like something from the 80's. Still, Brianna noticed that her style looked similar to the other girls in the cheerleading squad. He was also shocked by his eyebrows. They were very thin and arched, making his eyes look very feminine. "You look great," commented Kim. "Now, you need to touch up your makeup. Here, why don't you try with your lipstick?" Brianna took the lipstick and nervously began to apply it to his lips. "That wasn't so bad, Bree," said Annie. "Since I just live three houses down from you, I'll stop by in the morning before school and help you." "Okay," replied Brianna, almost automatically. He was pleased for any attention that Annie gave him. "I just can't believe that I look this much like a girl." "Wait until the contest, you're going to look even better," said Tammy. "Now, we'd better get you home and unload your stuff." "What stuff?" asked Brianna. "Your clothes, makeup, cosmetics, and shoes," replied Tammy. "Oh, yeah, I forgot," replied Brianna. He was feeling strangely passive, as if events were now sweeping him along. He didn't see himself as a girl, but he felt different. Chapter 8 "Okay, that takes care of everything," said Tammy. "Now remember, you're Brianna until the end of the contest. Just like the rest of the girls, you need to wear skirts or dresses." "I've been meaning to ask you about that, why don't you wear pants?" asked Brianna. "It's just not done around here. The only time a girl wears pants out here is when she's working on the farm," replied Annie. "I'd say you'll get used to it, but most of us have never known any difference. Boys wear pants, and girls wear skirts and dresses; it's just the way it is." Brianna shook her head. "This is like living in another country compared to California." "We'll see you tomorrow morning, Bree," said Tammy. The girls left, and Brianna looked at himself in the mirror. He was still wearing his school uniform, and he decided to change. He decided to use the hair remover first, even though his legs weren't that hairy; still, he didn't want to wear pantyhose anymore that day. The cream smelled slightly, but in less than fifteen minutes, his legs were smooth. He also shaved what little hair there was under his arms. He washed and dried them and picked out a new outfit to wear. He selected a knee-length denim skirt and a red cotton blouse. He put on red knee socks and shoes. "Honey, are you in your room?" called out his mom. "Yes, I'll be right down," he replied automatically. He took one last look at himself in the mirror and headed downstairs. Dave was with his mom, and they were both beaming as Brianna walked down the stairs. "You look great, Brianna; you're a very attractive girl," said Kristin. Brianna was a little taken aback. Seeing his confusion, Kristin smiled. "Your principal called us at work and told us that you were in the contest." "Oh, okay," replied Brianna. "I agree with Kristin; you look fabulous, Brianna," said Dave. "Um, thanks," replied Brianna. He was a little embarrassed by Dave's very positive reaction. "Well, I was going to ask you to cut the grass, but I think instead you should help your mom fix dinner," said Dave. "It's not exactly the job for a pretty young lady." Brianna was about to protest. "Girls don't do that sort of work; I'll take care of it," said Dave as he walked past Brianna to go upstairs to change. "Come on, honey, you can help me get dinner ready," said Kristin. "Mom, I'm still a boy," stated Brianna, almost to convince himself as much as her. "I know, but you might as well play along for the next few days," replied Kristin. "Besides, you've helped me with dinner before." In addition to helping his mom fix dinner, he also did the laundry. It was so strange how his mom and Dave were treating him, thought Brianna. What made it even stranger was that, over dinner, Dave and his mom acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. It was like he had always been Brianna. "Oh, Brianna, Dave's going to show me how to square dance this Friday. I'm being fitted for my dress tomorrow," said Kristin. "You're actually going to try square dancing?" he asked incredulously. Kristin nodded. "When in Rome." "It's a lot of fun, as you'll find out, Brianna," interjected Dave. "What do you mean? I'm not going square dancing," he replied. "Actually you are, Brianna; it's part of the contest. Mr. Evans told me that you have to be there. He said that you can try on your dress tomorrow when I try mine," said Kristin. Brianna shook her head. "I can't believe that I got into this." After dinner, Brianna helped his mom clean up, and then he went off to do his homework. He debated wearing nothing to bed, but relented and slipped on the pink nightgown before going to bed. Damn, he couldn't wait to get out of Grantville, he thought as he drifted off to sleep. Chapter 9 For the first time since he moved there, he was pleased that his school had uniforms. It made getting ready for school so much easier. Just as Tammy said, his hair felt back into order with just a little bit of brushing. He decided to wait until Annie arrived and not try to do his own makeup. He looked at himself and decided that he looked presentable in his uniform. He looked at the crystal and noticed that the color seemed slightly different. He figured it was just the way the light was hitting it, even though it was a different shade of blue. After breakfast, Annie arrived and applied Brianna's makeup. "The school doesn't like us to wear a lot of makeup, unless it's at a game or something like that." "Are you planning on staying around here after graduation?" asked Brianna. Annie nodded. "I hate school and have sort of resigned myself to becoming a housewife. Besides, I love kids. I baby-sit for the Snyders all the time. Hey, why don't you come over and help me tomorrow? I know Mrs. Snyder won't mind, and I can always use the help. You'll get paid too." "I don't know, I'm not that good around little kids," replied Brianna. "Oh, it'll be fun. The kids are cool, and they're in bed by eight. It'll give us some time to talk." "I'll think about it," replied Brianna. School was strangely normal. Brianna was accepted as if he had been a girl his whole life. No one goofed on him, and everyone was nice. Brianna half expected to start hearing the theme from the Twilight Zone. He ran into Kurt, now Kathy, during homeroom. "Brianna, you look great," stated Kathy. His hair was also in a perm. "So do you, Kathy," replied Brianna, honestly. He noticed that Kathy also had a crystal hanging around his neck. He reached down and held the crystal. "This is so weird." "Tell me about it. There are ten of us, the second biggest group ever," said Kathy. "I wonder why this year it's so big?" asked Brianna. Kathy shrugged his shoulders. "Have you been fitted for your dress for the dance Friday night?" "This afternoon," replied Brianna groaned. "My mom gave me one of my sister's dresses. I can tolerate the dress, but the big poofy petticoats are awful." Brianna just groaned, but then he thought about Annie. "This better be worth it." Chapter 10 Mid-morning, Brianna was called up to Mr. Evans office. "You're not in trouble, Miss Anderson; I just wanted to see how you're doing," he stated. "You're new around here, and I realize that this contest can be a bit overwhelming." "I've been treated nicely by everyone. I'd almost feel better if someone ragged on me," replied Brianna. Mr. Evans smiled. "Things are different here, even without the diversity of California." Brianna smiled. "You heard that, huh?" "This is a small town, Miss Anderson; I hear everything that goes on here. Still, Mr. Peterson said that it caused a great class discussion," said Mr. Evans. "Now, do you have any issues or questions?" Brianna thought about it and shook his head. "Okay, you should head back to class, Miss Anderson," stated Mr. Evans. As Brianna headed back to class, he thought about his meeting with Mr. Evans; it was as if he was checking him out, thought Brianna. Chapter 11 "Okay, Brianna. Miss Glover contacted me, and I have a great costume for you," said Trish Harris. "I've been putting these together for the cheerleaders for years. Now, for the contest I have an even nicer outfit for you. But this one will look great for the dance Friday night." Brianna looked at the skirt and blouse hanging by the changing room door. "Now, let me tell you about the outfit. The blouse is called a rumba blouse, and it has triple ruffles along the top and sleeves. The skirt is called a tulip skirt, and it has lots of ruffles. It'll look great with a triple layer petticoat." The blouse was purple, and the skirt was white and purple. The petticoat was white. "Now, under your petticoat, you'll wear a pair of pettipants. They're essentially ruffled mid-length underpants. They really make the outfit." Brianna just stared at the outfit in disbelief. "Well, you go try everything on, and then we'll get you a pair of shoes. Oh, you'll also need stockings." Brianna changed and felt as if he was being engulfed in ruffles and lace. The petticoat would take some getting used to, he thought. In addition to the feel of the material against his body, there was the soft rustling sound it made, as if it was constantly reminding him that he was dressed in a very feminine outfit. For shoes, Trish picked out a pair of three-inch heel white shoes. The shoes had ankle straps. "These are very popular with the other girls," said Trish. "They're also comfortable to dance in. I wear a pair very similar to them." Brianna looked at the price tags for the outfit. "This is real expensive for just one dance." "Your father said don't worry about the cost, he's picking it up. He said that he wants you to look extra pretty Friday night," said Trish. "He's not my dad," replied Brianna, slightly annoyed with Dave. "Oh, I'm sorry," replied Trish. "It's okay. He just married my mom this year," said Brianna. "Your mom looks great. She's getting her dress's hem set in the back." "So how is my outfit different for the contest?" asked Brianna. "It's much more feminine. Your top will be white lace, and your skirt will have many more ruffles." Brianna didn't think that was possible. "So have you ever gone square dancing?' asked Trish. "No," replied Brianna, as he stifled a smartass remark about never having bamboo pushed under his fingernails either. "Well, come back next Tuesday, and I'll have you contest outfit ready," stated Trish with a smile. Brianna carried his outfit out to the car and prayed that Rick never found out about this, as he would never, ever live it down. Chapter 12 At dinner, Kristen turned to Brianna. "Mrs. Snyder called and said that she would be happy to have you baby-sit tomorrow evening. I think that's wonderful, but when did you ask her?" Brianna silently cursed Annie. "I didn't." He then explained Annie's offer. "It'll be a nice experience for you. This is giving you great experience in what a teenage girl goes through," continued Kristen. Yeah, if she lives in Mayberry, thought Brianna. "Well, I think it's nice too, Brianna," added Dave. "Annie McCormick is a nice girl. I went to high school with her mother." Brianna just nodded. He was still a bit pissed about what Dave had said to Trish. For some reason he didn't bring it up. After dinner, Brianna was up in his room doing his homework. What was happening to him, he thought. Maybe it was just because he was wearing a skirt, but he found that he was feeling more and more passive. He couldn't believe that he didn't speak his mind to Dave. It was almost as if he was unable to speak his mind. "You're just reading too much into this," he said to himself. His hand began to play with the chain around his neck. He looked down at the crystal and cocked his head. He leaned over to his desk light and noted that the color was more purple than blue. He wondered if it was like a mood ring or something like that. Chapter 13 Mrs. Snyder was very friendly. "I appreciate you helping out, Annie." There were four kids, three girls and one boy. The girls were aged six, five, and two. The boy was three. "Annie knows the drill, and the only one that should give you trouble is Bobby. However, they all know that they have to be in bed by eight," continued Mrs. Snyder. "Don't worry, Mrs. Snyder, Bree and I will be fine. Now, where will you be this evening?" asked Annie. "We'll be over at the Kratz's house for the evening, and their number is posted by the phone. We should be back by ten," said Mrs. Schultz. "We'll do fine, Mrs. Snyder," said Annie. Brianna gained a whole new respect for Annie as he watched her handle the four Snyder kids. Dinner was quite a challenge, and it was all that Annie and Bree could do to make sure that more food got into the kids than on them. After dinner, Annie and Bree played with the kids before putting them to bed. By the time they cleaned up the kitchen, Bree was exhausted. "I can't understand why anyone wants to have kids!" he grumbled as he flopped down on a kitchen chair. "I hate to tell you this, but they were really well behaved tonight," said Annie. "You're kidding, right?" Annie shook her head. "No, they were pretty good tonight. I guess I'm used to it; I come from a large family. I have three little brothers, and let me tell you, those guys are monsters!" Bree laughed. "I guess that would help. It was just my mom and I." He went on to tell Annie about growing up in California. "I can't imagine what it's like to live somewhere else. I guess I'll always live here," stated Annie. "Aren't you curious?" asked Bree. "No, not really; besides, I like the idea of being a mom." "I don't think I could do it," said Bree. "You'd feel different after carrying your child for nine months." "Well, that's something that I won't have to be concerned with," replied Bree with a laugh. "I think you'd be better at it than you think. You make a pretty passable girl." Bree cocked his head. "What makes you say that?" "I don't know, it's just you seem to be more and more comfortable every day. I mean, you move more naturally with every passing moment. The only time you seem uncomfortable is when you try to act as a guy." "Well, it's only for another week. The contest is next Friday, and I'll be Brian again on Saturday morning. I must admit that this has given me some new insight, but I'm happy as a boy." "Too bad, you're a nice girl. On the other hand, you're a pretty nice boy too," stated Annie. Brianna smiled to himself. Maybe I have a chance with her after all, he thought. Chapter 14 The next day at lunch, Bree and the girls from the cheerleading squad were sitting together eating. "So, are you excited about the dance tonight?" asked Tammie. "I don't know. I just feel that I'm going to look like a fool in that outfit," stated Brianna. "It's just so... so... poofy." Tammie laughed. "I guess it's a big difference from what you're used to. I couldn't wait for my first dance. It was so much fun. I just loved dancing with all those boys." Brianna's eyes opened up wide. "Boys? Crap, I forgot about that." Annie and the others laughed. "Of course, you're going to have to dance with boys!" Brianna rolled his eyes. "And they'll want to dance with you!" added Sally. "Okay, Saturday morning, we need to get your evening gown fitted. Also, we need to check to see how your cheerleading outfit fits," said Tammie. "It's too bad we don't do this contest in the fall; it would so cool to train you to become part of the squad. I think we could make you into a great cheerleader." Brianna laughed. "It'll just have to be one of the great mysteries of the world." "So are you going back to California when you graduate?" asked Tammie. Brianna nodded as he took a sip of his water. He told them about his plans. "Besides drawing designs for skateboards, what else can you do?" asked Annie. "I mean, can you draw me?" Brianna nodded and pulled a sketchpad out of his backpack. He pulled out a pencil and began to draw. In less than fifteen minutes, he handed Annie the sketch. "Whoa, that's so cool. You're a great artist, Bree," replied Annie, as she looked at the portrait. "Can you do me next?" asked Tammie. "Then me!" stated Sally. "Me too," added Kim. "Sure, I'll do you all next week during lunch period," replied Brianna. He was pleased to be praised for something besides looking good in a skirt. "Have you always been an artist?" asked Kim. Brianna nodded. "I started drawing as far back as I can remember. I started with crayons, and it just came easy." "Bree, I bet you can do more than just design patterns for skateboards," said Tammie. "True, but there's a market for it. My drawings of people are nice, but I'm not good enough to make a living at it," replied Bree. "Don't sell yourself short," said Annie. "You should talk," replied Brianna. Annie smirked. "Good point." "Look, no offense, I can understand that if you were raised around here that you might want to stay, but that's no reason not to do something with your lives," said Brianna. "I'm going to college," said Kim. "I'm planning on going to beauty school," said Tammy. "What about you, Sally?" asked Brianna. "I'm like Annie, and I'm going to get married and live here. I'm sort of engaged as it is right now," she replied. "Really?" asked Brianna. "Yes, his name is David Carter, and his farm is next to my parents' place. He's twenty-one, and we've been dating for a year," she replied. "I can't wait to get married, Brianna. I'm so in love with him." Brianna shrugged his shoulders. "Well, as long as you're happy, I guess that's all that matters." "Do you want to get married someday, Brianna?" asked Tammie. "Sure, but I'm in no hurry to settle down," he replied. "I guess I want to see the world first." While they ate and talked, Mr. Evans watched them; specifically, he was watching Brianna. He took out a small notebook and wrote some comments and placed it back in his pocket. Chapter 15 After school the cheerleaders had Brianna join them for practice. "We don't expect you to do full splits or anything like that, but we figure you can learn a few moves for the show," stated Kim. "We're the only senior cheerleaders, so we can spend time with you. Miss Glover is working with the juniors and sophomores," added Tammy. Brianna was wearing one of the practice uniforms that the others were wearing. It consisted of a blue jumper, white top, tights, and sneakers. He felt a little foolish at first, but he slowly got into the spirit. Brianna had to admit what made this all so tolerable was that the girls were all so nice. They had accepted him as one of their group and were intent on him doing as well as possible in the upcoming contest. Kim and Tammy were also competing in the beauty contest. "Has a boy ever finished near the top of the contest?" asked Brianna as he practiced a kick move. "A few placed in the top five, but now they have their own competition," replied Kim. "They did this so the boy's competition was more like an exposition and held for fun." Brianna was about to ask about the few numbers of boys listed as contestants, but found that he couldn't. It was as almost if there was something blocking him. "Okay, let's run through your routine again, Bree," said Kim. "Then we'll get ready for the dance tonight." Chapter 16 Brianna looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe his eyes. The square dancing costume was just so different. What made it worse was that the girls from the cheerleading squad all had similar outfits, and he blended in with them too well. His hair had been brushed out and sprayed with numerous coats of hairspray, until it looked huge. His makeup was also heavier, but it wasn't any worse than the cheerleaders. "Brianna, you look great," remarked Annie. "I can't understand the reason for the big petticoat," stated Brianna. "To make you look more desirable to the boys, silly!" remarked Sally. "I really don't have to dance, do I?" he asked. "Oh, yes. Don't worry about it; all the other contestants will be there. It'll be fun. Trust me; you'll stand out more if you don't dance. We'll look after you," said Kim. They were at Kim's house, and it was only two blocks from the gym. "It's easier to walk there, as there's no way we can all get in a car together with these petticoats on," said Kim. As they walked into the gym, Brianna saw Jane and some of her friends. They were hanging out like the previous week and obviously not planning on dancing. Jane saw him and waved, and he reluctantly waved back. Just as Kim had said, all the contestants were there, along with what seemed like most of the town. They had a live band, and people were already dancing by the time they walked in. Brianna saw her mom dancing with Dave. He had to admit that she looked happy. "Now, you've never done this before, right?" asked Tammy. Brianna nodded. "Square-dancing isn't real popular where I grew up." "Have you ever seen it before?" asked Kim. "Just when Bugs Bunny abused two hillbillies," replied Brianna with a laugh. Kim smiled. "Well, all you have to do is follow instructions and do as the caller says. It's not that difficult, and you'll have a lot more fun than you expect." Brianna was about to say that it wouldn't take much to do that, but he bit his tongue. Kim led them around the gym until they met up with several boys. Brianna recognized them from school, and they were dressed in western outfits - tight jeans, western shirts, scarves, and cowboy hats. It was so surreal, thought Brianna. To his surprise, he was a popular partner. The first boy who acted as his partner was the class vice president. In spite of himself, Brianna had to admit that it was fun, in a weird, silly sort of way. The boys were nice, and none tried to take advantage of the situation and try to embarrass him. During one of the breaks, he asked Annie about this. "It's simple, just like you would have been ostracized if you had refused to go into the contest, they would get the same treatment if they were mean to you. The contest is pretty silly, but we girls appreciate the fact that you're doing it, and the last thing we want is to see you get hurt. Also, the school would come down hard on anyone who hurt you." "That's nice to know," replied Brianna. "Do you have a date yet for the prom?" Annie smiled. "We can talk about that later," she replied with a giggle. "I like you, but you look too much like a girl right now for me to take you seriously." "That's better than a no," replied Brianna. The dance lasted until ten-thirty, and Brianna ended up having a good time - not that he would ever consider doing it again. His feet were also killing him, and he couldn't wait until he got home. Chapter 17 The next morning, Brianna got up feeling very relaxed. He had passed the test of the dance without incident. Today, he would get sized for the other costumes for the contest; otherwise, he was free the whole day. As he applied his makeup, he noticed that the crystal was now a dark reddish purple. He looked at it and tried to determine why it was changing colors. He decided that he would look at the other contestants and see if their crystals were also changing color. Brianna went downstairs and, without being asked, helped his mom fix breakfast. "You appeared to have a great time last night, Brianna," said Kristen. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be; still, you have to admit that the outfits are a bit over the top." "I don't know. They're a little silly, but it's all part of the fun. So what are your plans for today?" Brianna told her as he set the table. He also told her about Annie. "She sounds like a nice girl," stated Kristen. "Honey, I just want to tell you how proud I am of you for entering the contest." "It hasn't been as bad as I thought," he replied. "There is something weird about it, but I can't put my finger on it. Every time I try to think about it, something happens and I lose my thoughts. It's probably nothing." Dave walked in and kissed Kristen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. "How are you doing this morning, Brianna?" "A little tired and sore. Those shoes take a little getting used to," he replied. "You made some good points last night. I was talking to Mr. Evans, and he's very impressed with how well you're going along with it all." After breakfast, Brianna met up with the others, and they drove to the seamstress's to get him fitted for his other costumes. The woman was an aunt of Tammy's, and she ran the business out of her home. "Okay, Brianna, why don't you try on the evening gown first? I think it'll be a near perfect fit," said Aunt Mary. The dress was a red sequined strapless gown. Brianna wondered where it could have come from, as it looked as out of place on the prairie as he did. "Don't worry about your bra right now. I have an all-in-one strapless piece for you to wear. I just want to make sure the hemline is right," said Aunt Mary. Brianna nodded. He changed into the dress and found that it fit almost perfectly. He stepped into the matching three-inch heels and slowly walked out of the dressing room. "It's perfect," exclaimed Kim. "I don't think that I'll need to make any adjustments," noted Aunt Mary as she walked around Brianna. "It looks like it was made for you," added Annie. "Okay, go change into your cheerleading outfit," said Aunt Mary. Brianna obeyed and carefully removed the gown and placed it back on its hanger. The cheerleading outfit was a short blue pleated skirt and a blue and white sweater that said 'Cougars' across the front. It fit, but was very tight across his chest. His breasts stood out through the material. He also noticed that Brianna was embroidered above his right breast. He stepped out, and the girls and Aunt Mary nodded in approval. "It's perfect," said Kim. "We even spelled your name right, Bree," stated Annie proudly. Brianna nodded. "I noticed, thanks." To his surprise, he found that he was genuinely moved. He began to see the girls as his best friends in town, in spite of the circumstances that brought them together. "Well, we wanted you to know that you're part of the squad," said Tammy. "It does mean a lot to me, thanks," replied Brianna. "Okay, Brianna, why don't you get changed and I'll pack up your outfits. I think you'll win first place in the contest," stated Aunt Mary. Brianna nodded and went back into the changing room. He felt strange as he looked at himself in the cheerleading outfit. For a moment, he wished that the contest would last longer than another week, but then he brushed those thoughts out of his head. You're not a gir