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Chapter XLI: JB's Girl Day; Part 2 When I woke up I had a memory of doing cheerleading dances, but it was Carl and Henry I was doing them with, and they were dress like cheerleaders too, and it was all just to weird. I got up on my knees and looked around for my plug, because I remembered Mama putting one in my mouth, but I could find it anywhere and lay back down on my back and tried to put my thumb in my mouth and the plug was already in there - I'm such a dummy some time. I found the button and pushed it over and over and Mama came in, but Amanda wasn't with her yet. She said, "Good morning, sweetheart. I need you to be patient for me; there is a hurt boy out front," Then she gave a nice hug and had to leave. I didn't fuss or anything because I could hear the boy crying, but she hadn't brought my juice and hadn't even put the bars down, and I was trapped. I sat crossways and kicked the bars and hugged Holly. Finally Amanda came in, and I smiled at her, and she smiled at me and handed me a bottle of juice. I took the plug out and held it out to her, but I didn't let her take it with her hand; I stuck it in her mouth and she left it there. She sat on the bed, and I put my head in her lap and was giggling at her because of the pacifier and reached under her t- shirt to find her nipple and play with it. She liked that and reached under my shirt and played with my belly button. When I was almost done with the juice I sat up and took the plug from her and tried to stick the bottle in her mouth, but she wouldn't open up. She said, "It's time to get you ready. Ms. Marks said I should let you pick what you want to wear, so come here." She opened a drawer and Mama had several sets of clothes in there. On one side was boys clothes and the other was more girlish things but not my girly-est. I said, "I can just wear what I had on this morning." And Amada said, "Yeah, but why would you want to?" And that was a very good point. I found a pair of lime green panties that had a big yellow flower right in front and little yellow flowers all over, and I got my jade colored shorts out, and Mama had brought the yellow t-shirt I had liked that had a the pink butterflies all over it. I said, "'Manda, would people make fun if I wore this?" "No! It's real nice. Why would they make fun?" "Because it's pink and pretty." Amanda patted the bed, and I lay down and she started undressing me. While she wiped my bottom she said, "JB, everybody thinks it's fine for you to wear pretty things. Just stop worrying about it. The few that might not don't know you and just see someone cute whenever they see you." I nodded, and she got some green socks out and rolled the tops down after they were on my feet. When my shoes were tied I said, "OK, we still have time get up here and finish your bottle, 'Manda." And she got on the bed and put her head in my lap and took the bottle. There wasn't much and she finished quick and then, with me still holding her, she said, "OK, Jaden, I know you played with my brothers yesterday. What did they say?" "Nothing!" I said. "Did George say something?" "Nooooo!" "Glyn!! I'll skin her alive!" "No! Please! It's OK. I think it's nice, and you look cute with a plug or a bottle, 'Manda." I was brushing her hair with my fingers and she was still looking up at me. "I'll spare her, but I hope you aren't as big a blabber mouth as she is." "I won't tell. Promise." She sat up and hugged me and then lifted me off the bed. I said, "Now, I guess I got to change you sometime too, since I fed you." She giggled and said, "I don't do that, Jade, sorry. But it is OK you do because I like helping you." And she took my hand to lead me out. We got out to the front office of the infirmary and the boy that was hurt was sitting there with an ice pack and a bandage on his head, and I could see some blood coming through the bandage, and it was Carl!! I let go of Amanda and rushed over to him and said, "What happened? You 'K?" And Carl looked up and saw me, and then he sat up straight and said, "Hi, Jade!" but nothing else. I said, "You OK?" again, and he said, "Yeah, I got to go to the hospital." "Why!?!" I was rubbing his shoulder with my hand, and was very worried. "Oh, it's no big deal. I bashed my head on the goal when we were playing floor hockey at PE. It doesn't hurt me - much." Then he put his shoulders back and said, "I got the winning goal though - I think." Like that would make a trip to the hospital worth while. He started to pull the bandage back and said, "You want to see it? Ms. Marks says it will take at least seven stitches to close it up!" "No!" I said, "Leave the bandage alone. Doesn't it hurt?" "OH, just a little," he said; then he smirked and said, "It would feel lots better if you kissed it." I rolled my eyes at him, and Mama came over and told him to quite down, and she put her arm around me and told me to get to class. I said, "Bye, Carl. Listen to Mam -- Ms Marks. And I hope you're OK." Carl said in sort of a moan, "I'll be OK if I just get a little kiss." I rolled my eyes again (what else could I do.) and then I kissed him right next to the bandage (what else could I do; I didn't want him to feel bad, did I?), and he smiled and waved as I walked out the door. Outside the door Mama gave me a tighter hug and giggled and said, "You little minx!" And I didn't know what that meant, but she had to hurry back inside, and I didn't get to ask her. Amanda was laughing a lot, and I didn't see why people were all laughing and stuff at all, and I said "What??" Amanda said, "Is that one of the boys you were complaining about at lunch, Jade?" "Yeah, but he was hurt." "But that's OK because he made the winning goal in a PE game and was sure to tell you about it too." Well, I did giggle about that part. "Boys are just silly about that stuff, but he was hurt." "I know. I saw him when I got there, and he was worse than you think; he didn't mind if I saw how much he hurt, but you almost cured him with a look; he sat up as soon as he saw you." "Yeah, well I heard him crying." "And you kissed him, Jade. That's not the best way to get him to stop bugging you during Reading class, you know." I humph-ed, then said, "What could I do? I just felt bad, and he does try to be nice." We were at the door to the Arithmetic class, and she said, "Nothing, really, I guess. Boy, you are such a girl, Jade!" ********** Chapter XLII: JB's Girl Day; Part 3 I waited for Henry at the end of Arithmetic because I didn't know if he knew what had happened to Carl. He pretended to laugh and make fun of Carl when I told him, but he kept looking back towards the main hall and the infirmary the whole time. It was kind of cute the way he didn't want anyone to know he was worried, and I decided to take him to the infirmary. Carl's mother was there to take him to the doctor's for his stitches, but Carl still asked me for another kiss right in front of her, and then Henry got all flustered and told me it was unfair I'd done that and all. And Mama and Cindy and even Mrs. Carl's Mom all started laughing and I didn't know what to do! And Mama pushed me out of the door and told me to get to class, and I was really glad to go, and now Cindy was still laughing. Boy, was I happy when I finally got to the girl's locker and got away from boys for a while. I mean they are just so silly, aren't they?! Mommy and all of the girls in PE had already gone to the gym and were doing exercises when I got there, so I just started to do then without taking my clothes off today. But I had something else new for wearing to volleyball practice, and changed into it after I'd nuzzled with Mommy during announcements. It was my new volleyball uniform, and since I was going to wear a cheerleading outfit to the game tomorrow I got to wear it today. The shorts looked like the shorts boys wore for gym but were lots shorter and tighter and had slots that came part way up the sides (they stopped just in time to not show my panties.), and they were bright blue with yellow edges and - this was the neat part - they had a panther paw print on the butt. The shirt was also mostly a regular t-shirt, and I got one that was yellow with blue stripes and letters, and one blue with yellow stripes and letter. The stripes were on the sleeves and shoulders. And the front said 'Panthers', and the back said 'Jade' and '0', that was my number because I was just an honorary team member, and I decided it was an OK number for me, and even kind of funny because most teams didn't have a '0'. The whole volleyball team really liked it, but I saw Abby talking to Mommy about something, and when I went into the locker room after the warm ups Abby went too. She got one of those pads that girls wear sometimes when things are happening with their bodies, you know when they bleed from there, and put it in my panties. I told her that was stupid because I didn't ever do that because I had other parts, but she said, "I know, Jade, but those shorts are so tight even you make a bulge and this might hold it down." "Oh," I said, "You know sometimes you can tape it too, someone showed me." "Yep," Abby said, "but this will be more comfortable if it works. Let's see." Then she pulled up my shorts and felt the front of the shorts and it didn't look flat, it had a bulge still, but the bulge was wider and thicker; my panties felt real, real tight too, but I said they didn't feel too bad, and we went out to show Mommy, and she thought it looked better too. Even though I was wearing a volleyball uniform I had to go to my cheerleading practice next, and the cheerleaders had worked out three cheers that I had to learn real, real fast so we could do them at the game the next day. The first was real easy, just a dance to some music that we would do during half time. I wasn't going to be in the front line for it so I could kind of watch the girl in front of me. The only hard part was supposed to be kicking my leg up way over my head, but that wasn't too hard at all. The second part was what we did when the team came out at the beginning of the game, and we all did cartwheels and two of he girls jumped in the air and spun around before they landed and that was real neat and I wanted to learn to do that real soon, but for tomorrow I was just supposed to do two cartwheels than a summersault and stop on my bottom with my legs spread way apart, and I was supposed to do it at just the same time that two other girls did it and getting the timing just right took us about two thousand tries but we got close, and at least the whole squad didn't have to be in sync for that part. The third was for timeouts and like that when we could be on the court instead of the time line. The girls wanted to have two girls grab me, each with an arm and leg, and throw me to two other girls and then have me thrown back. I really, really didn't like that idea! I had just been played catch with before, and I didn't want to ever, ever do it again. And when I told them they didn't listen until I was crying, and I was almost ready to run to Mommy, but then the coach finally told the other girls to think up a new idea, and most of them thought that was OK, but that girl that had talked about my panties in front of boys in science this morning said it was all messed up now, but she was out voted. This is what we worked out instead: We would do on of the regular sideline cheers and at the end two of the girls would do stirrups (that's like putting there hands together like as a step and then they kind of throw other people into the air), and the girls on the end would step into their hands and fly up and do back flips and land in the splits on the ends. At the same time two girls in the middle would threw me real high and I'd kick out and then land in the splits with one leg out in front and one in back. The girls that had thrown people would do flips and land on their knees. We did it about two hundred times, and I felt like my legs might come off, but then the coach had a camera, and we looked at it on the little tiny screen and I saw a way I could make it better and so did some of the other girls and we all wanted to do it some more, and then when practice was almost over the volleyball players came and watched us and even they thought it was really, really good. Heather and one of the other cheerleaders tried to talk Mommy into letting us skip classes tomorrow so I could learn even more of the regular cheers before the game, because I only knew three of them (plus the three special routines.), but Mommy decided to be a real meanie about it, and said I knew enough for the first time, and anyway she didn't want me totally worn out by cheering the whole game. The cheering coach said she was pretty sure my cheerleader's uniform would come the next day, but she wasn't certain - I hope it does - I hope it does - I hope it does! Heather gave me some sparkly blue nail polish to put on tonight though, so first thing tomorrow I'd look like a cheerleader, and she promised to help me with my make-up like all the cheerleaders wore while we are on the bus going to the game. I didn't think I could wait! I knew tomorrow was going to be wonderful!! While I was taking a shower with all the cheerleaders and the volleyball team, Cindy and Amanda kept telling everyone about Carl and Henry and me having two boy friends, and everyone laughed, and I think some of the seventh graders might have been jealous too because Carl and Henry are real, real cute, and they all admitted that they were cute, but no one admitted wanting them for boyfriends. And I tried to tell them that I hadn't meant to get both of them for boyfriends and that just made the girls laugh more, but I don't think any of them were real mad at me or anything; I hope. But I also got worried and I grabbed Cindy and took her to a corner to talk. I said, "Someone is going to tell Carl and Henry what I got between my legs, aren't they? What's going to happen?" Cindy said, "I've known them a long time, Jade, and I don't know for sure. It's possible they already know though, and don't care. Some people feel that way. You should talk to Ms Marks and Ms Evens about it. I'll see if I can talk to them with out letting on. OK?" I nodded and hugged her; she is nice. That night was just a plain night at home, which made it real weird because I hadn't had one before, even when it was my 'day off.' After homework I played a game with Mama and Mommy, and then Mama and I played dolls. Then Mama pretended both me and Mommy were her little girls and gave us a bath together. Mommy painted my fingernails before I got dressed for bed, and Mama put some curlers in my hair, but there weren't a lot and they weren't tight so it was OK. Then I wore my frilliest nightie to bed and slept all the way to the next day. ********** Chapter XLIII: JB's Big Day The next morning I sort of wanted to wear jeans with extra pockets and even a black t-shirt with the name of a band I'd never heard on it; you know I was in boy mode again, because I had really, really been in girl mode the day before. But when she was dressing me Mommy held up my hand and showed me the blue sparkly nail polish I had on. I thought that did look weird with boy clothes, but that's what I wore anyway, at least for the morning. Thing is nobody seemed to notice that I was a boy anyway. Carl and Henry still tried to show off the whole time (and Carl wanted me to kiss his stitches (Yuck!!) over and over). Even the girls I didn't know didn't mind when I went into the girl's room on the way to class. I just don't get it. I guess having blue finger nails is all it takes to convince people that you're a girl around here. Sometimes it was frustrating too! Like when we were looking at the inside of a cow's eye ball in science and everyone kept pushing me to the back because they thought I wouldn't want to see, and in Art when I was trying to make a spaceship with clay and people kept telling me how to make it a big flower. But then again it was OK because at least they never pushed me over or shoved me. After my nap at lunch time Amanda helped me get into my new cheerleader uniform. It was a blue skirt with yellow stripes at the hem and the waist and had panties that were yellow too and had a blue panther paw print on the butt, like the volleyball uniforms did. And it was way, way short! I mean so short you could see the panties from the front when I was just standing up! The top was the opposite colors, bright yellow with blue very short sleeves and a band at the bottom, and the school name across it. It was real tight and I think it was so tight that it looked like I had boobies sticking out, though of course I didn't. The bottom of the top didn't even come close to my belly button, and I kept trying to pull it down, but Amanda said that was what it was supposed to be, and I knew that because I'd seen other cheerleaders in theirs already, but it took some getting used to. Amanda tied my hair up in two short pigtails, puppy dog ears, with blue and yellow yarn in both, and she had brought a stick on ear ring, like for playing dress up, and she put it in my bellybutton so it looked like I had a piercing there sort of. Before I left the infirmary I asked if she had any of those pads girls wear at that time of month, and we stuck one into my panties to make it real flat, but I decided it didn't look just right and to get Mama to tape things down under there if there was time this afternoon. On the way to my Math class we saw Dr. Spinner, the principal, in the hall. And she smiled at me (not many principal have ever done that!) and asked how the newest girl in school was. I smiled back at her, but this was what I'd been taking about earlier. I said, "I'm fine. But I'm not a new girl; you remember?" "I remember just fine, JB," she said, "But you look very cute and that's a girl's uniform." "Yeah, but I'm just pretending, so I can be a cheerleader." "Oh. Well, that's different. But you do seem to be getting along very well with people that think you are really a girl, don't you?" "Yeah, but I don't get that, Ms Spinner. How can people that know I'm a boy, and have seen me naked think I'm a girl so much?" "Well, JB, that is something others should explain to you. My job is to see that you do well in school, and if being a girl helps you do that then I'm happy." After the principal left I said to Amanda, "People at this school are weird! And I guess I'm the weirdest." "We're not! And you're not, Jade. Everyone else is weird, not us." But anyway even though I felt like a boy today I still had to be a girl and be a cheerleader today, and that was OK, really, because it was going to be so much fun. All the volleyball team and the cheerleaders got to skip sixth period that day because it was an away game and a long way to go too; way into the next town. Everyone was riding on one to the little school buses, it was full but not crowded, and the cheerleaders took over the back. I had to sit back there with them because they were going to put on my make-up during the trip. Heather and the girl that was in my science class took charge of me. They started with the mascara and I had to sit very, very still,]; and then they put on some eye liner, and one of the other girls made fun of them because she said they should have done it in the other order. I was kind of starting to get worried, and when Mommy heard them I think she was too, because she came back, just to watch she said, but she also told the girls when they were getting too much on and stuff, like lots of the cheerleaders had on lots of light blue eye shadow the color of the uniforms and Mommy only let them do a tiny bit on me. I also got pink lip stick put on and some rosy pink blush on my cheeks. I didn't get to see it at all until they were all done, and though Mommy and some of the volleyball girls might have thought it was too much, when I looked in the little mirror one of the girls held up I liked it a lot!! I think I'm going to have to start wearing it everyday. I was pretty! Then Mommy, right there in the bus in front of all the girls, opened her warm-up jacket and pulled up her t-shirt so I could nuzzle before we got to the other school. I couldn't believe it; and tried to pull her shirt back down, but the only thing any of the girls said was like, "Oh, you still do that, Jade," and "Go ahead, Jade, it's good for you," and stuff. I just sighed and crawled into Mommy's lap, and when I had pretended to nuzzle lots of the girls just smiled at me and some of them all started to hum and sing softly. And when I was done some of the girls started to rub my back until I burped real loud even though Mommy still didn't make milk and I hadn't really drunk anything, and they all laughed about that too. And one of the girls noticed that I'd left lipstick around Mommy's nipple and said something, and that was weird because little girls that nurse don't usually have lipstick. So the girls made jokes about it. Then I remembered about wanting to get my wiener taped, and told Mommy I hadn't been able to see Mama to get her to, but Mommy said she knew how to do that too, but it would be best if I went potty before. There wasn't any place in the school bus to go, of course, but Mommy said she had it all planned out. She had brought diaper and I was supposed to get into that. Right in front of everyone, and I was supposed to use it right in front of everyone too! I said I didn't want too! And Mommy held me real tight and rocked, and all the girls that were at the back of the bus got quiet, and Mommy said, "But it is the best way, sweetheart." And one of the girls (and most of the girls that were around weren't Abby and Cindy and Amanda, that had done stuff for me before. It was all new girls that I only knew a little.) said, "We all know you nurse, Jade, we think it's sweet, and the same with messing in diapers. It's not a secret now. Go ahead, and do what Coach says." And of course it wasn't a secret now because Mommy had already talked about it, but I had wanted to be big. I mean, I was wearing make-up, and was a cheerleader and all. But the girls were all OK with it, and I still felt good from nuzzling and from them sing to me. So I just stretched out on the very back seat of the bus and put my legs way up and put my thumb in my mouth. Mommy took off my shoes, but one of the girls said, "Can I change her?" and Mommy got up to let her. But she didn't do it all; once she had my panties off (and had rubbed my little tube) another girl grabbed the baby oil bottle and yelled, "My turn." And Mommy nodded to the first girl and stared at her so she wouldn't argue. And that girl put the oil all over down their, and one of the cheerleaders put the sticky white cream on my bottom hole and a different one put it on the sides of my sack and another put the diaper on me. Then still another girl had taken a bottle from Mommy and she sat by my head and got my head into her lap and put the bottle in my mouth, and Mommy was rubbing my legs, and again they all started to sing real softly and some of the girls from the front of the bus came to watch, but I just started to feel all warm, and couldn't be mad or embarrassed even though I wanted to be. And Mommy said, "Remember to pee and to poo, Jadie. Just relax and it will happen." And I did relax, and it did happen, and about the time the bus was pulling off the highway I had finished the bottle and was wet and dirty. The cheerleader that was in my science class asked, "Can I clean him up?" and Mommy let her, at least she took off the dirty diaper and wiped my bottom, but someone else did each of he creams again. Then Mommy took over and she folded down my tube and already had a piece of tape ready to hold it in place, but just then the bus pulled into the parking lot of the other school, and everyone had to get off. Mommy said we couldn't finish because the other coach was waiting right outside. So I had to get off the buss with out the special cheerleading panties on, or without anything on at all, just the really, really short skirt. While we were in the aisle of the bus a lot of the girls kept lifting the skirt up to look at my wienie and some even touched it, but before we got off the bus Mommy picked me up and carried me with my legs wrapped around her. That was so the people from the other school could see anything, and there were lots of people around the parking lot because the other school's students were waiting for the game or for rides and other stuff. Mommy and I went to talk to the other coach and I was introduced as Mommy's foster child who had had an accident on the bus and whose clean clothes were under other equipment. The other coach smiled at me and said not to worry because that happened to little girls, and she patted my bottom, and I realized that the way Mommy was holding me hid my tube, but it just made my bottom noticeable to everyone, and I got in a hurry to get into the locker room. ********** Chapter XLIV: JB Cheers After the other coach walked way I tried to hold the back of my skirt down 'til I got inside, and finally I was somewhere where people couldn't see my butt. (Well, at least people that didn't see it all the time anyway, like all the cheerleaders and volleyball players did.) The players had to hurry and change, but the cheerleaders all gathered around while Mommy laid me down on a bench. Then Mommy started rubbing my wiener, and one of the girls asked why. Mommy said, "To make it hard, of course, but I just want it to be slightly hard so I can fold it down." All the girls watched as she got it hard and then pushed my marble ('cuz I only had one; I didn't even know most people - most boys, I mean - had two back then.)... pushed my marble up inside me; folded my tube down pointing towards my bottom hole; then wrapped the skin of my sack around it; and then taped everything in place. I just sucked on my thumb the whole time, and all the girls were real quiet and rubbed my legs or head while they watched. When Mommy was done one of them said, "Wow! It like disappeared. Can you do that with big kids?" Mommy said, "Yes, and if it mattered I could have put the tape so that it looked even more real. Now let's see what it looks like all covered up." And she slipped my regular panties on and it was real flat, and she but the special yellow cheerleader panties that people were supposed to see on, and it looked just like a regular girl down there. One of the cheer leaders asked, "Doesn't that hurt, Jade?" And I shook my head. Mommy said, "It can get uncomfortable after a while, or if she gets too hard. So no one rub her down there when she is taped up, OK?" Mommy took all the volleyball players out to the gym to warm up, and all the cheerleaders, including me, fixed their hair and make up because that was like our warm ups. Heather helped me the most, and I whispered to her that I didn't even know how to play volleyball or keep score or nothing about it (I hadn't even wanted to tell Mommy that), and Heather giggled and said, "That's OK, I don't either! The ball has to go over the net and not hit the ground on our side. If we miss that's bad; if they miss that's good. When the players get off the court, then it is our turn! That's all a cheerleader needs to know. OK?" And I said OK, and then we all did some practice on some of the cheers where we had to do stuff at exactly the same time. (I think I'll ask Mommy why no one ever cheers for cheerleaders. They work sooooo hard, and what they do makes sense, not like the dumb games they cheer for. (Except, Mommy likes those games, so maybe not.)) Finally it was time for the game to start and all the cheerleaders ran out and stood beside the door and cheered when the players came out and then we did cart wheels and flips while they ran to the bench. There weren't very many people in the stands at all, only a few of he girls parents and little sisters, was all. But the other side didn't have many either, and they didn't even have any cheerleaders because their boy's soccer team was playing at the same time so all their cheerleaders had gone to that game. (The cheerleaders said that at out school all the cheerleaders would go to football games even if someone else was playing, but we would split up if the soccer teams and volleyball team had games at the same time. Some schools never sent cheerleaders to girl's game at all, they said. And that was so unfair.) They other team was all huge too. I'm glad they had to stay on the other side of the net in this game because they would have smushed almost all our players. But I think our team did real, real good anyway. At least the ball kept hitting the floor on their side mostly, I think. But once Cindy had hit the ball real hard, and it landed way behind the other team, and I thought she had done real good and yelled extra loud, and only I yelled, and everyone in the stands looked at me, and one of the players told me it was out of bounds, so from then on I only yelled when someone else did, but it was OK because they all yelled a lot. There was this lady with a big fancy camera that was taking pictures, and I thought she was someone's mother or something, but she was taking pictures of everyone and of both teams. During the first big break we, me and the other cheerleaders did one of the dances, and the players still weren't through talking to the coaches when we were done so we did the big cheer where two girls threw me way, way up in the air and I landed in the splits, and the lady took lots of pictures of me doing that. Then when we were done I was sitting on one of the cheerleader's laps, and the lady came over to talk to me. She wanted to know why someone so little was a cheerleader at a big kid's school (She called it that, but it wasn't for that big of kid's, just Jr. High.), and I started to say I was in eighth grade, but Heather jumped in and said it was because I was Coach Even's kid. (Which was also true.) And the lady seemed to think that was a good reason for a little kid to get to do cheers because I had to be there all the time anyway, and she asked if it was fun and if I did lots of gymnastics and then lots of other questions. And the cheerleaders told her that they liked me doing cheers, and that it was fun taking care of me and stuff, but didn't talk about what they did to take care of me though. But one of them did say that I was like the school baby, which I don't know if I like or not. And the lady left to take more pictures of the players, but she asked if she could take some pictures of us after the game, and everyone wanted to do that too. So then we cheered a bunch more, and I noticed that Abby was sitting over on the bench almost the whole time and didn't even have on the team's uniform and I went over to talk to her, but it was OK she didn't get to play because she was the "Libero" she said, and I guess that was something she thought was a real big deal. And then she had to go in the game all the sudden, and I saw why. She started to dive all over the place and crash on the ground, and it was obvious she was real, real good and that was why she even got special shirt to wear. Ok, so then we cheered a whole lot, and then it got louder and louder, and then suddenly the game was over, and all the volleyball players were happy, so I knew we had won and was happy too. But then the coach of the other team came over and handed my Mommy a letter, and I didn't hear what she said, but everyone on our team got real upset all the sudden, and Abby ran away into the locker room, and Amanda and Mommy ran after her. And I didn't know what was going on, but when I tried to follow some of the cheerleaders grabbed me and said I should wait. The lady with the camera had taken pictures of the coach talking to Mommy, but now wanted to take pictures of the team and the cheerleaders, but Cindy and some of the other players didn't want pictures taken until Abby and Amanda were there, so none of them did pictures and it was just the cheerleaders. We did some of our cheers even though there was no one to lead, and then we did a pyramid with me on the top, and the lady took lots of pictures of that. Then she had us all do the splits and other stuff and she took pictures of us, but I think she took lots of pictures of just me. I didn't mind that, but some of the other cheerleaders did, and tried to get as close to me as they could. Then we went into the locker room and all the players were changing clothes. I could tell that Abby had been crying and went over and gave her a big hug. She kissed me and sat me on her lap, but when I asked what was he matter she just shook her head and didn't say any thing. I whispered to her that I needed to go pee (hoping to get her mind off things), and al least she was willing to take me. When Abby saw the tape I was wearing she asked if I was ready to take it off, and it was getting kind of sweaty, and my wiener wasn't getting so hard it hurt, but it was getting tinier and some of the gooey stuff was getting on the head of it, which felt real yucky. Abby said she had some stuff to help get it off, and she left me alone on the potty while she went to get it. It was some oily stuff that made the tape let go (I had been afraid about pulling the tape off, even though I don't got hair, 'specially on the very top.) Once it was off, and I had peed, Abby said it was a good idea to leave it naked for a while. "To breathe," she said. So she didn't put my panties back on me. I didn't mind, at least while we were in the locker room. All the girls had seen everything before, and I was comfortable like that. Abby stayed in the restroom part of the lockers to change clothes and didn't take a shower like most of the team. I went back out to where the other girls were and Mommy was trying to get everyone to hurry. She was still real mad about whatever that bad coach had said, but wasn't being mean to any of the girls at all. I went over and stuck my arms way up, and she picked me up and gave me a big kiss. I whispered to ask if I could nuzzle. She smiled because she knew I wanted her to feel better, but shook her head. Instead she got a bottle of juice out of her bag and took me into her arms and began feeding it to me. I stretched my legs out and petted her face with one hand and rubbed my tube with the other while Mommy held the bottle and told the girls what to do at the same time. Then the camera lady walked into the locker room, and no one saw her until she was right by my feet. Then she took a picture of us and smiled. She said, "Coach Evens, I just wanted to let know that I'm from the Mid-state Press-Sun, and some of the pictures I took today of the team and the cheerleaders will be in Monday's or Wednesday's edition." Mommy jumped up, and she was biting her lip and staring at the camera lady. The camera lady said, "There will be some of your child too, but I work on school sports stories. I do think the Coach's protest over your player is part of my beat though. Can I meet with you tomorrow to discuss it?" Mommy nodded but didn't say anything. I looked at the lady, and she smiled at me, and said, "You are a real cutie, aren't you?" Mommy seemed a little less worried, but she forgot to put me back in panties for the whole ride home. That was OK, because the whole ride I kept sitting on different girl's laps and putting their hands on my tube because it made me feel better. ********** Chapter XLV: JB's Dinner My Mommy spent the whole trip on the bus talking to lot of people on the phone, and I didn't get to talk to her the whole time until after all the girls were in their cars on gone. When she was buckling me into my car seat I said I was scared, and she gave me a hug and acted surprised and said, "About what, Honey?" I said "'Bout the newspaper lady taking pictures of me without panties on and about what's happening with Abby. Why does that coach lady not like her? Why is Abby so sad?" Mommy said, "Oh, JB, those aren't things for you to worry about, sweetheart. I know the publisher of that paper, and that will not be any trouble. All the problems that coach is trying to make were taken care of last year; she's just trying to redo old business because she lost." "You sure?" I said, and Mommy said she was, but I still thought she was scared even though she wouldn't say, but I pretended I wasn't worried. Then Mommy said, "Nora and I are going to have to go to a meeting tonight, love bug. We're going to have to find you a babysitter somewhere." "I could stay alone. I did before, you know." "Now you're being a silly-billie, aren't you?" she said. I giggled and said, "Can Amanda or Abby or Cindy or Heather or...." Mommy didn't let me finish the list. She said, "You have a long list of friends, all of whom would love to baby sit for you, JB. But I'm not really sure eighth graders are old enough yet, and some of them are busy tonight. I have someone special in mind that you haven't met yet, but she lives a long way away so it might not work." When we got home Mama came outside to meet us, I knew that Mommy had already talked to her about Abby and stuff and that it really was a big deal (even though they told me it wasn't) by the way they hugged when they saw each other. But when Mama got me out of the car seat she acted all happy and everything so I tried to not worry either. Mama made me spin around, because she'd never seen me in my cheerleader outfit, and said, "You look as cute as button!! But that's not really what you wore, is it?" I said, "Sure. Why not?" And she pointed at my skirt, and I remembered I'd forgot my panties, but she said I looked fine without them for at home. I got to go and play with my blocks and trucks, but Mommy and Mama stayed in the kitchen the whole time and talked real quiet. I knew that the thing with the coach and Abby was a big deal, and I started to get mad because they wouldn't tell me anything. Finally I went into the kitchen to demand some answers!!! Mama had just hung up her phone, and was shaking he head. I said, "OK. Now what's going on?" Mommy looked at me and bit her lip. Mama sighed then smiled and said, "The baby sitter we wanted, really wants to come but she hasn't got a way to get here tonight. You might meet here tomorrow though." "Not that," I said, and put my arms on my hips and stared at them. "What's happening with Abby and stuff and with the camera lady, and where are you two going tonight and..." Mommy sat down and spread her arms so I'd climb into her lap. She stroked my hair and said, "It's nothing to scare you, sweetheart. Someone is saying that Abby shouldn't be allowed to play volleyball, but all of that was worked out last year. She just wants to get attention and make trouble. The main thing we need to do is keep private things quiet, so we're going to go and talk to some of the people about it tonight. But it is nothing to worry sweet little ones. I promise. You should be scared about us finding you a babysitter though, because you sure don't want to have to come with us and listen to all that talk for hours, honey." "How you going to keep it quiet though." Mama said, "Well, Jade, you Aunt Trish happens to be the editor of the newspaper that took your picture today. That helps us, and your Uncle Al is a lawyer for the schools. That coach works for a different school system, but they don't get to decide who plays for us. OK?" I nodded; I was related to important people now; that was a nice thing. So I started thinking about tonight. I said, "I think lots of thirteen year olds baby sit. Couldn't some of the girls just do it?" Mommy kissed my hair and said, "We are working on it, honey. Amanda has to watch her brothers; Abby is too upset tonight, and her parents are going to the meeting, of course. Those are the girls we know best. Now would you like to come into the den and nuzzle before I get dressed, and let the grownups take care of all the grownup things?" I climbed out of her lap and lead her to the den. Then phone rang, and Mama got it. I could tell it was Uncle Al. While I nuzzled I forgot about everything. Mommy had taken her shirt all the way off and while I s*cked on one nipple I stroked the other with my fingers; Mommy laid her head on mine and rubbed my legs and bottom with her hands. After a little bit, Mama came in and whispered things to Mommy, and I forgot to try and hear. Then Mommy passed me over to Mama's lap, and I hardly even stopped sucking. After a few minutes with Mama something wonderful happened! And I knew that it meant that everything was going to be OK. I started tasting the special milk! Coming from Mama! There wasn't a whole lot, like there had been with Aunt Trish that time, but it was some. I started nursing harder, and a little more came, then more. Then it stopped. Mama said, "There will be more each time from now on sweetness, but that is it for now," and she put a bottle in my mouth. I felt wetness down on my legs right then, and Mama grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and put it on my tube. She wasn't mad or anything though and just kissed me, so I relaxed and peed into the pillow. As soon as the bottle was done I jumped up and ran into tell Mommy about Mama making milk for me. She was in the shower and I opened the door and said, "Mommy, I nuzzled for real!" She was as excited as I was, I could tell, and she was happy for the first time that whole afternoon, but she yelled, "Nora, I'm so jealous!" I said, "I can do you more and maybe you will make milk too, Mommy." I was standing with the shower door open, and Mommy pulled me in to hug me (even though I still had my cheerleading stuff on). She said, "I will happen when it does, honey. I can be patent." Mama was in the bathroom and said, "Marnie, she had a bit of an accident too. Can you rinse her off while she is in there." Mommy was in a hurry so she didn't wash me, just made sure I got wet down under and wiped it good. After we were dried Mommy and I went into the kitchen, neither of us got dressed first. Mama was just finishing eating and she went to take a shower while we ate. I sat on Mommy and let her put all my dinner in my mouth for me. I kept rubbing her boobie and thinking about real nuzzling the whole time - well it is neat! You should try it! I think Mommy knew that's what I was thinking and she giggled at me and hugged me the whole time. Then the doorbell rang, and Mommy said, "That will be you babysitter. Go and get the door, honey." I'd forgot all about find a sitter and about the meeting and the troubles and about all of that. Now it all came back into my mind at once, and the main thing is I knew I'd didn't want some babysitter I didn't know. I said, "Not all naked!! Who'd ya' get?" Mommy made me stand up and said, "The babysitter will see you in the all together when you get your bath or go potty, sweetie, and you will see who it is as soon as you open the door. Scoot." So I went to the door, but not very fast. I peeked out the window by the door and all I saw was George, Glyn's brother. I opened the door and said, "Hi. What's happening?" Because I didn't mind him seeing me naked and knew he'd have to leave before the babysitter got here. He said, "Hi, Jade. Nothing. Can I come in?" I opened the door wider and he came in and said, "OK. What you got planned for tonight?" I said, "I can't really play, 'cus Mommy and Mama have a meeting to go to and some one is coming here." He said, "I think I'm the one that is coming, Jade." "A boy babysitter?!?" I said. "I never sit on babies! But I have taken care of Glyn; you won't be any trouble at all. I know lots of secret knots." I knew the knot thing was just joking, but I didn't know about getting washed and dressed and other stuff by a boy. I don't know, I guess, boys should see boys naked more and stuff, but some of that just seemed like girls did it. Or I'd got use to having girls do it, and it would be different with a boy somehow. But Georgie was nice, and I knew he had secrets and wouldn't tell stuff either, and... He took my hand, and we walked into the den. Mommy hollered, "Georgie, come on in here. I have lots of instructions for you." Mommy was still naked too, and didn't seem to mind being like that in front of George; I could tell George had some trouble acting like he didn't care either. Mommy was standing at the sink, and she handed George a bottle of juice. He could have just passed it to me, but he sat down and pulled me into his lap and put it in my mouth instead. I took it out of his hands tough and held it myself, but I did stay in his lap. Mommy gave him lot of instructions: where phone numbers were, bed times, taking me potty, changing me, bathing me, putting me to bed, bottles and snacks. Everything. George kept nodding, and he was rubbing my back while he listened, which felt good at least. Then Mommy said, "That's all I can think of. Nora will probably have more. Why don't you start a movie, or something while I get dressed." Mommy left, and I'd finished the juice. I started to get up, but George held me and made me bend forward while he patted my back until I burped. He laughed and said, "Gee, Jade, Glyn is lot louder then that." This is the kind of confusions I get into: first, I was embarrassed that someone (a boy my same age even) burped me after I'd had a bottle; then, they acted like it was only weird I didn't do it better. I stuck my tongue out at George and said, "Pphhhttt." I just didn't know what else to do. He laughed and tried to carry me to the den, but I knew it was hard for him and got down. I started to play with my trucks and blocks, and he started to build a big bridge for them to go over. I asked him where Glyn was, and he told me she had a sleepover at a friend's. That kind of made me sad, because I'd never really had one of those, and it would have been nice with her here tonight. "We don't need her to have fun!" George said, "I though you'd make me play dolls all night, like she would. Now we can do other things." he said. "I do both, might latter." "That's OK, Jade, I'll do both too. Might have had a hard time getting Glyn to though." "You like babysitting, even though you're a boy?" "I don't know, let me try," he said, and then he tried to sit on me! I screamed and giggled, and he said, "Are you really a baby, Jade?" I had to think, but then I said, "Yeah, sometimes it's 'K." He just smiled and said, "Glyn thinks you're about five or six. No ones told her you're in Jr. High." I got all quiet, and then said, "Yeah, I a weirdo." George gasped, and said, "That's not what I meant, JB!! I meant that it is OK! You're very nice and that we don't care at all. Really!!" He grabbed me and gave me a hug, and I let him and then stayed in his lap. "'K. You don't mind doing this tonight?" He kissed my head and said, "Nah, we will have fun. I've done all this for Glyn. No biggie." And I kissed him back on the cheek. ********************* Comments are nice! If you're still reading I'd like to hear from you, either on the comments page or at Toni,[email protected]