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Lisa and Kylee were friends, best friends. Shared secrets and gossip, a
long history of sleepover and makeovers, made them inseparable. But one
perhaps wouldn't know it, as the two high school seniors found themselves
falling again and again into the same argument...
"Sorry, Kylee, but it's just not the case. I mean, I know you and
everyone on your squad practices a lot, but you're not athletes, not the
way I am." Lisa had the big, dominant personality that cemented her role
as captain of the girl's soccer team, but still wasn't quite enough to
shut down Kylee.
"We are athletes, same as you! I do cardio, yoga, everything else. My
cheer squad wins our competitions because we are so relentless. We are in
such great shape, we're unstoppable. Flawless."
Lisa smiled. "Shameless, you mean. I know you're proud of being captain
of your squad, but I've seen your routine. You smile at the judges,
wiggle your tushes...blow kisses at the crowd. You call yourselves the
"Knightettes!" That's just pathetic. Hell, you wear makeup! What kind
of athlete wears makeup!"
Kylee's pout would melt the heart of most any boy, and was at this point
set fiercely. "As if you don't wear eyeliner when that cute college boy
refs your games! We are athletes first, and cuties second! And anyone not
on your half-lesbian soccer team would agree! I'd bet my captaincy on
it!"
"You don't mean it!"
Kylee was a proud cheerleader. She did mean it. "We...are...athletes."
"Hah! You're on, girl! But let's make this more interesting." Lisa's
interest was piqued. "I don't want you losing your captaincy, but it's so
obvious that your squad is the only bunch in town that sees itself as
athletes that I'll offer you this -- the winner gets first pick for the
senior prom. That way, no fighting!" Soccer player or not, Lisa's toned
body meant that often enough Kylee was her only competition in the fast-
paced world of dating at Tisdale High. Indeed, spats over boys had nearly
fractured their friendship three times in high school.
"You're on...but how do we find a fair way to do it?"
Kylee and Lisa fell silent, each looking around. As was her wont, Kylee
took to twisting her long blonde hair around her finger, a habit that had
given her an "airhead" image around school that sky-high grades had been
unable to break. Lisa, meanwhile, chewed her lip absently. "What about
your fundraiser?"
"What about it, Lisa? What does paying for my squad's trip to the
regionals have to do with all this?"
"Well...let's see. We take two girls on your squad...you make one over
into the athlete you think she is, and I'll girlie the other one up into
the boy-hungry toy she is at heart. They collect spare change in front of
two supermakert...whoever collects the most money wins-"
Kylee smiled broadly at this suggestion. "Great idea! I'll take Yasmin
and you get Norma!"
"No way, Kylee! Norma's barely a girl to begin with, even I can't work
that much of a miracle. We both know she's only on the squad because her
daddy pays for new uniforms and God knows what else every year. No, if
you take Yasmin, I get Josee."
"Josee? The only girl I worry about for Prom Queen? She'll get tons of
money from any boy who passes by. There's just no way to do this right.
We both know whoever gets the cuter, more popular girl will win. What we
need is--"
"--twins. And the only identical twins in school are Kevin and Andrew,
those longhaired freaks who just moved here. They crushed the average
cuteness rating of the senior class by 2 points -- they barely look like
guys! You know Andrew thinks you're cute, don't you Kylee?"
"As if, Lisa! He has no chance with me, just like Kevin's never gonna get
with you, even though he goes to every girl's soccer game just to drool.
Though with some work I could turn Andrew into a girl athlete...he's
kinda thin..."
Lisa started nodding "and with the right makeup, I'd have Kevin the
girlie girl that any boy would donate to... Do you think we could do it?"
The glint in Kylee's eye, the one that shone most when planning the
downfall of a rival for her coveted role as cheer captain, gleamed. "Do
what? Seduce these boys, and turn them into our dollies to settle this
bet?"
"Yes. What do you say?"
"I'd say that Andrew's going to get a surprise text from me tonight...and
have a miserable weekend coming up!"
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"You too?"
For Kevin to have been invited to Kylee's home for a study date Friday
night was unbelievable...he'd carried a torch for her since he moved into
town last month. Sure, she was a cheerleader, which helped, but what a
cheerleader! But that his twin brother Andrew would score a study date
with Lisa, the girl's soccer captain on the same night, was astounding.
"Can you believe it, bro? Told you people would figure out how cool we
were! I'll be doing with the cheer captain while you see how good Lisa's
header really is!"
Kevin, not measurably brighter than his twin brother, started laughing
when he finally puzzled out the double entendre. The boys' first
instinct, to buy a box of condoms for the night, fizzled when neither had
the courage to carry a box up to the cashier at the supermarket. Instead,
the two had spent the last hour looking in hotel lobbies, trying to find
a vending machine somewhere. They'd agreed to leave their retainers at
home, and between them had used up half a tube of toothpaste to make sure
their breath was fresh..."just in case".
Had they been born years ago, Kevin and Andrew would have been labeled
the "Thompson Twins", as both cultivated a thin, rangy look with long
blond hair. Kevin was the older by some eight minutes, and never missed a
chance to lord it over his younger sibling. Though not particularly
bright, the boys weren't dumb enough to get caught doing anything stupid
by their parents, and had been trusted to hold the house down while Mom
and Dad went off on a couples' weekend. Backpacks filled with books, and
heads filled with dreams, rolled out on similar bicycles as Kevin and
Andrew headed off for their "study dates".
With the shorter trip, Andrew arrived first at Lisa's house. To her
amusement, he spent at least five minutes working up the courage to
announce his presence - long enough for his deodorant to completely break
down as he rang the doorbell. Though not the all-American girl that
Kylee was, Lisa knew a giggle and a wiggle could reduce most boys in her
high school into semi-slavery. She put on her best wide-eyed smile as she
opened the door to Andrew.
"You're here! Thank goodness, 'cuz I just can't get what Mrs. Jefferson
is talking about! Math is SOOO hard for a girl like me! Did you bring
your stuff?"
Andrew offered what he believed was a worldly smile, but instead could be
taken as a sign of poor digestion. "Yep, everything's here. Can I dump my
bag..."
"I'll take it stud!" Andrew wouldn't need this again tonight. "Andrew,
could you get me something to drink while I set up? There's some soda
and...other stuff...in the fridge downstairs. I'm sorry the light bulb is
burned out, so you may need to feel your way around." Lisa flashed a
patented over-the-shoulder smile paired with a shy head tilt.
Already dazed, Andrew took hold of the banister and picked his way down
the stairs, determined not to seem anything short of a man's man with
Lisa right there. "That's okay, Lees," (how she hated begin called Lees!)
"I'm sure I can find--"
And with that, a line of fishing wire tripped up Andrew, and he landed on
a soft mattress in the dark. He was a bit dazed, something that only
increased as Lisa landed on top of him. Was she playing around, or was
this an accident? Andrew fished around for a suave line designed to
suggest a fun night ahead as the object of his worship rolled around on
top of him, and offered little resistance as his wrists were gathered
into a pair of handcuffs, and only started to realize things were going
wrong as rope wound around his legs. "What are you doing, girl?"
As Andrew struggled with rather tight bondage in Lisa's basement, his
brother Kevin's face was flushed red, and his heat was racing. Sitting on
a couch with Kylee, Kevin's night had quickly turned interesting,
starting when Kylee looked at him from under her hair after the first two
word problems were solved. "Kevin, I was wondering...I mean, me and my
girls were...oh, nevermind. This feels awkward." Playfully yielding to
Kevin's questions, Kylee eventually gave up that she and her friends had
been wondering how their boyfriends would look in a bra. Well, except for
Kylee -- "I'm between boyfriends right now," she purred -- but nobody had
been "man enough" to try one on. "Someone with that amount of guts would
be a real man. The kind that gets my...attention." A little smile, and an
accidental brush with Kevin's shoulder, and it was like he was on remote
control. In reality, the girls had long ago tired of playing at what they
could make lovestruck admirers do for them. But it was a good line that a
loser like Kevin wouldn't recognize.
Kevin's hold on masculinity was quickly overwhelmed by his desperation to
prove himself to Kylee. "Tell you what, I don't have problem with it."
"Really?"
"No. Here...." Kylee stifled a laugh at Kevin's scrawny frame as he
lifted off his shirt, which he was obviously trying to puff up. Instead,
she went and gold a shining gold-colored bra. Kevin nervously stuck out
his arms in front of him, and the thing was soon closed around him, and
hooked in the back. Kylee took advantage of Kevin's disorientation to
suggest the matching panties and white cable tights. The promise of a
kiss painted his lips with playful pink lipgloss, but it was only when he
balked at having his nails painted to match that it stopped being fun.
"Wait, this is weird. Shouldn't we be studying, Kylee? I mean, I think
I've proven I'm man enough for anything you want, but..."
And just like that, Kylee's kittenish look was replaced by the steel-eyed
level stare that greeted anyone who dared challenge her supremacy in the
social order. "Sweetie, do you see your clothing anywhere?"
"Uh, no. What did -- "
"So tell me, what do you think everyone will say if I tell them that
Kevin George came into my room and begged, pleaded me to dress him up in
my underwear? Let's say I have some pictures to back that up...how much
fun will the rest of senior year be for you?"
"What? What the hell are you talking about --" Kevin shifted
uncomfortably, suddenly aware of vulnerable he looked and felt in this
brief panty-and-bra outfit.
Kylee gave him the Android phone that had been a gift from an ex-
boyfriend. "See how I've already sent this photo to someone? That person
can send it to everyone, maybe print it up. Any maybe, just maybe, I have
a web cam in this room..."
"What do you want from me? Can't I just change back and go?"
"Eventually." Kylee shook her head. "Bad news is, you're going to be a
cheerleader for the night. Good news is, it could be much, much worse. It
will be for your brother. Play nice, and nobody sees these photos..."
Indeed, Andrew would haven given up much to be in Kevin's position had he
known. While Kevin would end up in clearly feminine threads, Andrew's
were clearly going to be much worse. Tied up as he was, he had little
ability to keep Lisa from starting in on him -- cutting away his
clothing, and ridding him of any body hair. With a shocking pink tube top
pulled over him and some cursory makeup, enough snapshots were already in
the bank that Andrew had proven very pliable for what was to be done.
Andrew emerged from Lisa's preparation a far cry from who he was. She was
determined to prove her point that people saw cheerleaders as little
bimbos and would pay for the privilege to believe that they agreed.
Andrew was dressed just decently enough not to get thrown out of a
supermarket. Large water balloon breasts were barely contained by a pink
bra, whose straps showed on his bare shoulders. A tight white tank top
with the words "Knight Cheerleaders! Red and gold pride, totally cute
backside, proud to make noise, love to watch the boys" in gold sparkle
stretched across his chest and down his front. A sliver of midriff showed
above the pleated red and gold cheerleader skirt that swung from his
waist. His fingernails were also gold, though his toes were hidden by
white athletic shoes. Andrew's hair was in twin ponytails bobbing
alongside either head. His eyes had been covered in shining yellow
eyeshadow, and his lips were a pulsating, slick pink color. Per
instructions, he was chomping on a cube of bubble gum that reflected the
scent that he'd been sprayed down with.
"I feel ridiculous".
"I know, Andrew, and that's obvious. This just isn't doing it for me. You
need to get comfortable looking like this. Put a smile on. Bigger. Would
you like to see a photo of what your brother looks like right now?"
Andrew couldn't help himself, and laughed. *flash* "Good...do you he
think he'd look cute in a skirt?" Again, Andrew couldn't help smiling.
With a mix of teasing and flirting, Andrew got more comfortable, not
least of all because he'd never seen what he looked like from head to
toe. Actually, he looked like a minx...
"Okay, one more...I need one more pic, Andrew...I need you to blow the
camera a kiss."
"Like hell!"
Lisa smiled at this point. She was in control, and apparently was going
to have to prove it...
Kevin had also learned the hard way after a petrifying half-hour walking
Kylee's poodle. He'd quickly lost whatever spine he had, and was
obedient as a cornered mouse as he sat in Kylee's backseat. "Try again".
Kevin put on the empty smile he'd been forced to practice in front of a
videocamera for the last half-hour. "Hi! Can you help my cheer squad get
to --"
"Not cheer squad. Just squad. You're not a bimbo, Kimmy. Anyone looking
at you can tell you're a cheerleader." Kylee shook her head, eyes
narrowing in the rear-view mirror.
Kevin had to admit that she was right. Though not as bad as Andrew's
outfit would be, Kevin was a far cry from male as well. His newly-padded
chest jutted out the "Tisdale Cheer" legend across his yellow top. His
newly-shaven legs peeked out from under very short red Soffee shorts that
read "Cheer!" on the rear, complete with exclamation mark. Tight,
somewhat revealing t-shirt and shorts was Kylee's idea of "athletic wear"
-- she told him quite seriously that she would never allow one of "her
girls" to fundraise without a skirt on. Given that she was proving a
point about the athletic side of her sport, though, she was prepared to
make one exception tonight.
Kevin cleared his throat, also sweeping a stray tendril of hair from out
of his eyes. "Hi! Can you help my squad go to the regionals? We're
raising money for the trip!"
"Not bad, Kimmy....but you keep dropping the smile. An unhappy Kimmy is a
lonely Kimmy. It's a long walk back from the supermarket. Try again..."
As Kevin tried again to get his lines down, he couldn't help licking his
lips in nervousness, particularly as the car pulled into the parking lot.
It was Saturday night, so the business was light at the store, but he
still felt amazingly marked. Of course, he was -- cheerleaders are
dressed to attract attention, and Kevin's unseasonably tiny red-and-gold
outfit marked him out. Particularly as he took his post by the exterior
door, can in hand.
Aware of Kylee's steady gaze, he inhaled lightly and targeted a solitary
girl wearing heavy-framed glasses. As came out of the store, and Kevin
painted on a smile, trying desperately to ignore Kylee's broad smile and
camera phone held in his direction. "Hi! Can you help my squad go to the
regionals? We're raising money for the trip!"
The girl stopped. "Your...squad? What type of, 'squad'?"
"Oh, my cheer squad!" Kevin nodded, hyper-aware of his jaunty ponytail
bouncing behind his head.
"Oh, so I should give up my hard-earned money to enforce the patriarchy?"
The girl's eyes narrowed, and patchouli oil drifted from her.
"The...what?" This wasn't in the script, and a reminder of how close to
the edge Kevin, er, Kylee, actually was.
The girl leaned in. "Listen...whoever you are. I want you to bring a
message back to your 'squad'. I'll even use really little words. Can you
do that?"
"Uh...uh-huh..."
"There are millions of women who work hard to get respect, to be seen for
the equals we are in math, science, and all fields around the country.
And do you know what makes it hard? Girls like you. Airheaded, boy-
chasing, ever-smiling fakes who tax their tiny intellect to remember some
chant to use as you flirt with the crowd in a meaningless game. Am I
really supposed to respect you as an athlete? You make me sick!"
Kevin stood there, as a silence went on for three, four seconds. His
mouth slightly open, he was aware he'd tapped into a torrent of bile that
really had little to do with him. He wasn't sure if his first "customer"
was going to break down in tears, or punch him in the stomach when she
suddenly took off, storming away. His eyes followed until a sigh from
Kylee brought him back.
"I swear, ever since the local college started offering a 'womyn's
studies' major, this has been happening more and more... Well, forget
that lesbo. Moving on..."
"Oh my God!"
"What?"
"Seriously, look at this!" Taking a break from the slow-paced fundraising
going on, Lisa handed Andrew her phone. In the photo was a grinning Kylee
holding the fundraising can...and a $20 bill! "A twenty? Who seriously
gives a twenty?"
Andrew figured that his mistress's best friend had merely
cheated...something Lisa refused to even consider. "We're just going to
have to try harder."
"Harder? I'm smiling and shivering in this little outfit you got me
wearing...what else can I do?"
Lisa narrowed her eyes by way of response. "You'll see."
A trio of college males walked out, carrying a 12 pack of Budweiser. They
glanced toward Andrew, vacant smile stretched across his lips, when Lisa
piped up. "Hi boys!"
Andrew watched their eyes...and only one of them looked at Lisa for more
than a second...the other two were drinking up the image of Andrew
standing in front of them. "Hey...uh, what's up?"
Lisa sighed dramatically "It's just so tough...we're trying to raise
money for our cheer squad...Ashleigh here is the cutest member--" (Andrew
hated the tallest boy for nodding) "-- but we just can't raise enough
money tonight. Do you boys have any advice for what we could be doing
better?"
The tallest one spoke up, eyes affixed to Andrew's breasts. "I'd give
this cutie a couple dollars for her email address..." Lisa pretended to
hem and haw, until his buddy broke in "I'd give five for her phone
number!" As Andrew's stomach quailed, it was decided that $7 would be a
fair price for Andrew's phone number...and a pic of him surrounded by the
guys.
Lisa smiled, holding Andrew's phone..."crowd around her guys -- don't be
shy!" Drowning in a smell of manly sweat balanced by his own sweet
perfume, Andrew gently put his arms around the shoulder of two of the
guys. "On three! One..."
...they grew closer...
"...two..."
...and a hand went on his butt...
"...three! Don't worry guys, this is Ashleigh's phone, so when you get
the photo, you'll get the number as well!"
Andrew absently touched his rear as Lisa came over. "Say, Ashleigh,
when's the last time you charged your phone?"
"Um, yesterday, why?"
"Well, considering that two of those guys are texting like mad, I think
that won't be the last photo I take with it today..."
Andrew would have protested, but a new group came out the supermarket,
and he stepped right up. "Hi! My squad is raising funds..."
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"...eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven! Your little tramp raised
$56.87, three dollars less than my girl Kimmy! This proves that people
see cheerleading as a sport, doesn't it Lisa?"
As Andrew and Kevin stood uncomfortably in Kylee's kitchen, thoroughly
used to being referred to as girls at this point in the evening, Lisa
frowned then nodded. "You're right Kylee. I guess I was wrong.
Cheerleading is a,"
"Is a what?"
"A sport. It's a sport. I was wrong."
Kylee smiled. "Of course you're wrong! But I'm not a cruel person.
Here's forty dollars for your team to buy some soccer balls or something.
As for me, it's probably time to start calling up Ryan, and getting him
used to liking me. He's gonna make such a cute prom date!"
Andrew cleared his throat. "Uh, what about us?"
"You two are still here? Shouldn't you like go home or something?"
"Like this?"
Lisa and Kylee looked at each and smiled. "Of course...have a fun trip
home..."
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Ryan simply couldn't believe it. He always knew that as a popular guy
he'd have his pick of the hottest girl is school to take to the prom, but
his date sizzled. A tight pink dress showed off all the right curves, and
it was as if the girl had sucked in every piece of information he'd
dropped since they started dating. Heads were going to turn as soon as
they made their entrance.
Taking his lady by the hand, he inhaled the sweet and spicy perfume of
Victoria's Secret Pink and led her into the lobby of the local Marriott.
Heads turned...the guys staring at his date with eyes wide, the girls
with eyes narrowed. Ryan immediately steered them to an acquaintance.
His fingers clutched at his date's waist, this night the product of
courting by phone, then in person, all thanks to an encounter in a
supermarket one night...
"Hi Kylee! You know Ashleigh, right?..."
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