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"Hey! Wake up froshie!" Though it was just the leading edge of twilight, the flashlights blinded me as I waded through a surprisingly deep sleep. Figures dressed all in black moved behind the beams of light, as the lead one tugged on my arm. "Come on, you're getting kidnapped! Let's go Kayci!" "Kayci? I don't know who you are but-" "Stuff it Kayci! We've heard every lie in the book! I tried to tell someone I had scurvy when it was my turn! You knew this was coming..." With a surprisingly hard grasp, I was spun around and my hands were yanked behind my back. Someone was lashing them together with rope. Kayci? My sister? They couldn't possibly think I was her. We were twins, but she was a girl, I wasn't. Tough to confuse. "No, I'm Kevin, her brother. Kayci is probably upstairs." "Ha! Her brother! I never heard about a brother...did any of you girls?" A chorus of no's came back as I was bent over, my hands now securely bound. Looking down, I found myself staring at bright teal toenails glittering in the flashlight beams. Poking out from a pair of teal and white checked lounge pants with "Knightettes" along the right pant leg. The glistening nails and cheer pants was the last thing I saw when the blindfold went around my eyes. At least now I knew why the nail polish had been out this afternoon. "Thanks, sis." The afternoon had been strange...Kayci was home on a Friday of a three- day weekend, for one. Though we'd moved into this comfortable suburb named Tisdale just last month, she already had a circle of friends she was starting school with. No great surprise there...she had a small frame, glistening light brown hair, and made friends easily. She was already on the freshman cheer squad, passing tryouts last week. And then there was me. Being an identical twin to a classic cheerleader type was no good for a boy. Sure, there may be a certain type that likes the long-haired disaffected sort, but I hadn't found it here. Heck, I probably would have gone back home with my parents to wrap up affairs if they hadn't made it clear that it was a "getaway weekend" for themselves, and their phones would be off. I'd expected a quiet day and night as Kayci swam in her social medium, only to find her in a pleasant mood, even giving me an intensely grape smoothie she'd made for me right after I got back in. I thought I'd interrupted one of her stupid little rituals -- her nail polish crap was all laid out -- but she put it aside for a surprisingly pleasant chat as I'd stopped downstairs for a snack. As pleasant as it got for her. "So then Tiff said to Britney that it was Josh who had a thing for Rachel and not Kyle, but Britney said no that actually..." So no shock that I fell asleep. I wish that hadn't happened. I wouldn't be in this position right now. "Let's go, Kayci...you have an interesting night ahead of you... Move it!" "I swear, I'm not Kayci!" I was stumbling on our front lawn before being pushed into the back seat of a waiting car with the engine on. Un able to free my arms, or even to see, I had only a vague idea of what has happening. Someone slid in behind me and I felt myself begin to move. "Pretending to be her brother...some weird brother who wears nail polish and a bra. That's a new one." My tormentor said. I recognized her voice as Stephanie, the captain who'd interviewed Kayci in our home (they're serious about cheerleading around here). I'd heard that she ran the crew with an iron fist, Pol Pot in heels. "I swear I'm not Kayci!" A girl up front laughed. I think her name was Rikki. "That's right you're not. Not tonight at least. But who are you....what is your name? Ideas, girls?" Some people chorused..."She's the new girl...call her Noob." "No, freshmeat. " Another girl broke in. "She has obviously guys on the mind, even if it's just her brother...how about Guy Obsessed? Man chaser? Boy bait?" At the last one a chorus of "oohs" went up, and I felt a poke in my side. "That's you from now on. Boybait." A round of giggling. "What's your name?" Well, it was clear Kevin wasn't going to work. "Kayci?" A sharper poke. "Try again, or maybe we can dump you out here and you can walk home. What's your name?" I couldn't believe this. "Boybait." "What about it?" "That's my name. My name is Boybait." The car slowed, and turned, but all I heard was the girls' laughter. "One more....okay....walk forward. Now stop." I felt my hands untied, and the blindfolded unknotted and removed. I had a split second to orient myself before the flashlights were back on as I stood in this basement. I was surrounded by about half a dozen people, no doubt girls, holding bright lights pointed at my face. "Welcome to our lair, Kayci...wait..."I heard whispering followed by soft giggling. "What is it? Uh-huh...good one...okay. I'm told you don't want to be called Kayci any more. What's your name?" I tried to contain a sigh. "Boybait." "I'm sorry?" "My name is Boybait." Laughter all around. "Well, Boybait, I bet you thought you were pretty clever moving in a month ago and joining the squad. Probably figured you'd miss out on the famous Knightette initiation, huh? Well, lucky for you we're having a special one...and as the one girl, you're going to get lots of attention. It binds the team together, and without teamwork, there's no cheer in town." "Now get into the closet and change into what's laid out for you. You have five minutes." Another shove, and I was in a largish closet illuminated by a single light bulb as the door closed behind me. Clearly a nice house...and one without parents in it to help me. I looked down and pieced it together. The smoothie, obviously laced with Nyquil. Kayci had slipped me into some of her stuff .. her bra and panties, a pair of water balloons, cheerleader shirt and pants, and some teal paint on my feet and hands. Rubbing them didn't take anything off. A voice came through the door. "Two minutes left...don't think there's any way out of there!" Crap! In surveying the damage I had forgotten myself. I slipped out of the pants and took the shirt off, and only then saw what the girls had for me. Teal sparkling panties, and a white adult diaper. And a top. I stopped to look at it. On the front was printed "Knightette Rookie". Along the back shoulders, still a bit fresh, the word "Boybait" was painted in large letters in teal glitter. I pulled the top over the bra I had been given by my rotten sister, and the shirt pretty much clung to my torso. There was no way I was going to wear a diaper though...until I heard voices near the door. I looked down. Heaven knows how these girls would react if they found out I was really the boy I said I was. I had to hide that bulge and the diaper was the only way to do it. Sliding on the panties in a blur, I immediately tucked up the diaper as the door opened. I felt ridiculous - - my legs entirely exposed. "There you are, Boybait. Come on out." As I emerged, I wondered if the seniors expected me to know their names. So far it hadn't been a problem. I sat at a chair in front of the ever-present flashlights and felt people going to work on me. Stephanie asked, "You know, we grabbed you right before dinner. Should we get some pizza in here?" I was suspicious, but so be it. I was hungry. Warily, I nodded. "Okay, pizza it is. But first...give us your hands." I held out my hands, and some rectangular padded object was slipped around them, enclosing my palm, fingers, and thumb. It was only when drawstrings were being tied shut around my wrists that I realized what was happening. And I lost it. "This is really ridiculous. I can't believe you do this to people!" It got really quiet, and the flashlights snapped off. "Fine, then Kayci. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. The door is right there." Too bad for Kayci if she was kicked off the squad. I'd strip this stuff off once I got outside and get picked up by a cop for streaking I didn't care. I marched to the door with all the dignity available to someone wearing an adult diaper, and reached the doorknob to open the door. And couldn't. The lining inside my hands was something silky and pink, and I couldn't get any purchase on the doorknob. No traction, my hands just slid around it while the girls laughed. "Aww, what's the problem Baby Boybait?" I turned around, near tears. What was I going to do? Insist I was a boy? I couldn't even get a handle on the waistband, much less run the risk of how they'd react learning I had "infiltrated" their circle. I couldn't leave the house without help. I needn't to rely on them. "I, uh, maybe I over-reacted." "Maybe?" Stephanie hadn't moved this whole time. "Maybe? Give me one reason I shouldn't kick you out of the house right now for challenging the captain." "Umm...I won't do it again? I'll respect your leadership?" Words unusual for Kayci but hopefully they wouldn't notice. "Really? Never disobey? Ever?" I nodded. Of all groups to desire their approval, this group right now? But I had no choice. "And what's your name?" "My name is Boybait." Stephanie looked at me for a long moment. Then, "come over here and open your mouth." I opened my mouth as told, only to have a pink pacifier shoved in it. The plastic ring against my lips was wet, though, and as it was held against my lips it was obvious what was going on...it was being glued onto my face. Sure enough, when it was let go, I couldn't eject the pacifier from my mouth. Meanwhile, the girls had pulled my hair into pigtails with matching pink ribbons and dotted my face with marker as freckles. The pacifier was tied around my neck. So I was in no position to talk back. "Of course, you're just a cheer baby. I don't want you to forget that Boybait. Baby Boybait. But don't worry, you can still help us get the pizza in here. I'll even let you pay. Here -- " and soon, a twenty dollar bill was stuffed into my waistband right in front, stripper style. I paled as I figured out where this was going. "Of course, an outburst like yours must be punished. You were going to just wear these pink Uggs on our trip. Now, though..." As I watched, essentially helpless, Rikki smilingly poured half a box of thumbtacks inside each shoe. They were laced on loosely as I sat, the tacks tickling the bottom of my feet. "Okay, Baby Boybait, let's go." I moved to get up, and even the smallest amount of pressure caused my feet to be stabbed with dozens of small points. I looked up, and the girls were looking at me. How was I supposed to go to the car if I couldn't even walk? It took about 20 seconds to figure out, and another 20 before I could even imagine doing it. Eventually, red faced, I lowered myself to the ground...and crawled out the door on my hands and knees and up into the car. Soon enough we pulled up to "Sal's Pizza", a local joint. I'd never been in there, and certainly didn't want this to be the first time. But as the girls made clear to me, I had no choice. The pizza was in my name, and the money to pay was with me, sticking out of the diaper I was wearing. With the sun still setting, I got out of the car, on my hands and knees. Looking down at the pavement, I tried quickly to crawl around the car and reach the door. Right, the door. With a turn and pull handle a few feet up. Kneeling, I just managed to turn it, then hung on as I swung around the outside of it, before losing my grip and sprawling into the pizza joint on my back, feet still sticking out the doorway. "Well, what do we have here?" I looked up through tossed brown hair to see a member of Sal's family, a senior in high school staring at me. Trying to be gallant, he tried to help me to my feet, but I pulled back. "I caww waah" "I'm sorry? Spit out the dumb pacifier and say it." "I caah" "What? Is this some type of game?" Words would be useless, so I had to communicate otherwise. I just shook my head violently, pigtails bouncing as I did so. I pointed to my feet and elaborately shrugged. "Oh, you can't walk. Okay little baby. Why are you here anyway?" By now two other pizza guys had gathered at the counter with dumb smiles on their faces. Looking around, I caught my reflection in the door of the soda case...a girl sitting with legs splayed, pacifier in her mouth with a diaper on. No wonder they were laughing. "Ee--aa" Still smiling, he pretended to frown. "I'm sorry?" Was he putting me on? How was I going to tell this guy what I wanted without being able to talk? I sat there as the guys watched...one of them took out a phone. Wait! I turned around, spinning on my rear, and waved at the back of my shirt. "Boybait? Oh, you're Boybait? You're the one picking up the pizza." I smiled and nodded! He got it! "Oh okay, well, that'll be seventeen dollars and fifty cents." That knocked the smile out of me. I couldn't pluck the money out of my waistband, and crouched over like this chances are he didn't see it. I put my hands behind me and leveled up, almost obscenely pointing my mid section at him. "Oh! Uh...oh! Well, um, Boybait, can't you just give me the money?" Was this guy an idiot? I sat back down and showed him my hands, sad look in my eyes. It dawned on me that three weeks ago while initiation was running amok in this town he'd have figured this out easily. But Kayci being on her own, after all the other girls had gone through, made things much harder. "Oh, okay. I get it. Um..." "I'll do it!" One of the guys behind the counter all but vaulted it, walking toward with a big smile, arm eagerly extended. Of course, I had sat back down to show my useless hands, which just gave this pimply faced kid an excuse to reach right into me, face inches away from mine, with disturbingly steady eye contact. Thankfully, the padding in the diaper gave ample padding as he plucked out the $20 bill. "Okay...that's two dollars and fifty cents change. Uhh..." I just waved toward the tip cup. "Ee ehh". Keep it. Don't stuff it down where you got it. Happily he figured it out, and dropped the change in the tip jar. What a tableau we made, him with two pizzas standing over me trying to figure out how to give them to me, me sitting on a pizza joint's floor, trying to figure out how I'd leave the building with or without the pizzas. That's just when Rikki and a couple girls burst into the joint, bodies shaking. "That was excellent! Thanks Nick! We got the whole thing on video!" Nick, pizza guy in charge just smiled, clearly smitten with all the attention. "Hey, happy to help. Serge here was the ladies' man...went right in for that twenty!" Serge bashfully absorbed the attention as one of the girls took the pizza, and the other grabbed one of my pigtails, leading me back to the car. And boy did that pizza smell heavenly all the way home. Not enough to make me pleased about crawling back into Stephanie's house, but it at least was a private situation. I sat on the floor and waited supper. Rikki looked at me. "Does Baby Boybait want dinner?" I nodded. What else could I do? "Okay...let's get ready." Next think I know, a bib labelled "I love my Daddy" is tucked into my collar. She rubbed some acrid liquid on my lips which released the pacifier from my mouth. "Okay, open wide!" I did as told just as two things happened. From behind my eyes were covered, and at the same time some foul smelling mush was forced into my mouth. A napkin was placed in front of my mouth keeping me from spitting it out, and I heard "shh..shh...just swallow...it's yummy." Helpless to resist, I somehow got the vile stuff down. Obviously baby food. "One more bite, Baby Boybait...come on." What was I going to do? I opened my mouth, only to feel the spoon bump my right cheek. "Oops!" Came a giggle....then it clipped my nose onto my left cheek. "I am so clumsy!" Finally it ended in my mouth, and back came the napkin forcing me to swallow. And that was my dinner, which as Stephanie said looking at me ended up more on me than in me. Tow bites of strained pea baby food. Don't believe me? She has photos. The girls ate pizza, occasionally nudging me with a foot and warning me not to talk. I felt the baby food dry on my face, and the nasty smell lodge in my mouth and nose. Mercifully we were done, and sweet words came from Stephanie..."well, it's time to grow up a little!" My mouth was roughly wiped dry, and the freckles wiped off, and small mercies my hands were freed from those horrid mitts. Best of all, I was allowed to stand on my feet. Stephanie looked at the others. "Of course, a cheerleader can't be afraid of a little attention, which reminds me of our next adventure...we're going to relive my favorite holiday, sweetie! Boybait, blindfold yourself." Looking at the black scarf she dropped into my teal-tipped fingers, I couldn't help but wonder how things had shifted that I was surrounded by a pack of attractive, lithe senior girls and my main worry was what would happen if they looked too closely at me when they took off my diaper. But I did as I was told. Once my eyes were covered, I felt like a car with a pit crew. The chaos may have helped mask my...less ladylike features as my legs were lifted up and a pair of tights being brought up after the diaper was down. My arms were lifted, and a tight dress pulled down over my torso. Too far down, as the sleeves fell off my shoulders. A string was tied up behind my neck as my hair was fussed with and something placed on my head. My feet were slipped into shoes. Other things were going on, but the main thing that attracted my attention was my hands. They were both placed to grasp a flimsy plastic strap attached to something, but the strap was wet. Which meant -- you bet -- I couldn't let go of it. More glue. Whatever outfit I was in, I was in it until the girls were satisfied. Some more primping and giggling, and the scarf was taken off. And I was in a sweet, yet somewhat tempting Strawberry Shortcake costume. A pink ruffled hat framed my face still in between pigtails. Red ribbon tied a small dress dropping from my neck my neck, with pink gingham sleeves off shoulder and heart-shaped buttons framing a little apron right in front of my waist. A hem far too short danced above green and white striped stockings. A lot of leg was visible, and some cleavage. And the strap? A plastic pumpkin of course, pink no less, that I had no choice but to hold in front of me. Attention you bet. Stephanie put her arm around me, pinning me to her as she waved on to her teammates. "Remember? Being about 10, wanting to be cute on Halloween, not just scary? And going up to every door, so excited that you almost don't make sense, scoring that free candy? Remember that, Boybait?" I smiled and nodded. What else was I to do? All the meanwhile, photos are being taken. Of me in this ridiculous outfit. "Well, Boybait, a perfect cheerleader doesn't mind attention, and doesn't mind taking risks. So even though it's mid-September, you're going to trick or treat at three houses across the street from us. And you'll be so excited you'll probably slip into some bad habit, such as saying 'like' in every sentence, including trick or treat. Oh, and..." here she dropped a phone into the bucket that was on a call "we'll be listening in. You know, just to make sure you do as you're told." And with that the door was opened and I stepped out on some low heels to Stephanie's porch. The door immediately slammed behind me. I looked at the three houses across the street, and swallowed hard. Only hearing Stephanie's voice in a teasing tone remind me "we're waaiiitiiing...." from my bucket caused me to move. A slight breeze blew my tiny skirt around, but I had no way to hold it down, imprisoned as I was. I chose the yellow house to the left, and tremblingly walked up the front path. Hands full, I rang the doorbell. No response. Rang it again with my left pinkie knuckle. Perhaps nobody was home? No. I heard heels on wood and somebody opened the door. A businesswoman in a pantsuit a size too small, too important to be answering doors. "Can I help you?" What in the world was I going to say? "Yes, please tell the people across the street that I'm not a girl, really I'm not, because they glued me into this ridiculous costume"? No, I said "Trick or like treat?" Businesswoman just looked at me coldly, and a cell phone ringtone sounded from her pocket. "I don't have time for this foolishness" and she turned, fishing something out of her sensible businesswoman jacket, slamming the door in my face. The worst part is a tiny little bit of me was disappointed I didn't get any candy. Why did she hate me so much? Was it my outfit? Shrugging to bolster myself, I walked down the walk, along the sidewalk for another fifty feet, and up to the second house, from which loud rock music blared. I rapped my knuckle against the door and waited. Knocked again. Someone was clearly inside given the music, so I tried the doorbell, and stepped back composing myself. A gust of wind blew, ruffling the back of my skirt. Anyone walking by would possibly see my panties. I couldn't help but glance behind me, just as the door opened. I turned and saw a preppy looking college kid. The source of the music. I plastered on a smile. "Trick or like treat?" The kid laughed. "The outfit's cute sweetie, but Halloween isn't for a while! Are you raising money for something?" Um....sounded reasonable. Not impossible for what Kayci to do that. "Yah! It's for like a good cause!" "Do you have some sort of leaflet? Not to seem suspicious, but how do I know you're not just doing this and keeping the money? I mean, I'd have done that." The guy had a good point I had to allow. I smiled and pretended to laugh until I saw his eyebrows waggle and realized: crap, he thinks I'm trying to flirt with him! In any case, as my hands were glued to the pumpkin, and there wasn't much room for anything in that costume, I couldn't carry or produce a leaflet. Anyway, the guy was still staring at me. I fixed him with my best shot at a look I'd seen from Kayci many times. The 'duh' look. "You think I dress like this just to collect change?" The guy looked for a second and nodded. "True...here. What's it going to?" As the dollar bill landed in my bucket I had to think. "The...pound. For like kittens." The guy smiled. "Well, good luck then like little girl." Turning around, I couldn't believe it. I'd passed completely. He believed me! Everything I was trying to sell he believed! That I was a girl, that I dressed like this for real...I had completely snowed him. And about halfway down the sidewalk I stopped for a second. I was proud of that? What had happened to me. Hence I was less than peppy when knocking on the last door. It was opened by the very example of a soccer mom. Sensible hair, a ready smile. "Well, look at you!" "Trick or like treat." She frowned a little. "Oh, I bet you're raising money. Let me see, yes I can offer you something....here." She rummaged through her purse. The woman seemed the type to have done this for real in her youth. Holding out the pumpkin I must have given off waves of unhappiness as she stopped with the money. "What's wrong dear?" Damn. Just drop the dollar bill. I kind of snapped to. "Oh, just um...like thinking of..." Thinking of what? She shifted to lean against the doorway. "Friend problems?" That could be it. But then she lifted her eyebrows playfully. "Boy problems?" I swallowed hard. At the moment all my problems were because of girls. Feeling evidently as if she'd solved a great mystery, the lady patted me on the head, even untucking a ruffle on a shoulder strap. "Don't worry dear. A girl as cute as you will have all the boys she wants...and if you're not carefully, that'll be far more boys than you need." With that entirely unwelcome advice, my "customer" beamed as she dropped a couple bills in the pumpkin. "A word, though...I know you're having fun sweetie, but you may want to pick a costume a little less...well, you know. Trust me." I somehow held a smile as the door closed on that strange warning. I came back across the street, now worried about these omnipresent, faceless, scary boys as I re-entering Stephanie's house. The girls opened the door laughing. "Ooh, she's collecting tricks, and it's not candy!" "What? I did exactly what I was supposed to do! I bet you didn't do this well when you had to do this!" Stephanie mockingly put her arm around me. "Little girl, the whole idea was to score candy, not money." I turned a little red and looked down as one of the other girls plucked my hard-earned cash out. "Maybe she has instincts for money already, if you know what I mean. Let's go." My cash disappeared, and for a moment I stayed there in the outfit. Some acrid stuff rubbed into my hands, and I was free of the pumpkin, though my glittering teal nails remained. I never thought I'd have been as happy as I was to get back into my little rookie tshirt, but this time the shorts were gone. Instead was a tiered white skirt that would show the teal panties through with little light. Feeling I'd no choice, I slid the tiny skirt up my legs, and slipped on the trainers, reporting for my next stunt. We got into the car again and headed downtown. How had Kayci gotten out of this? Where was she? How'd she know this was coming? Couldn't I call her? I was casting about for some plan of revenge when a voice snapped me back to reality. "Hey, Boybait, what's your email address?" A bit out of it, taken off-guard, I was reeling it off to the girl as she wrote it down before I even realized it. They had my real email address. But why did they need it? The car turned onto Thompson Street, the divided highway that leads to the retail suburban ghetto where Tisdale concentrates its chain restaurants and stores. Well-lit by traffic lights and offering ample parking, Thompson Street is the nirvana of bored teenagers, desperate bachelors, and college students in search of cheap food. When we parked in a 7-11 lot I got out, mentally readying for some sort of humiliation inside the store. Naturally, I was confused when three of us turned and started walking toward the sidewalk. A couple stayed behind, working on a piece of neon pink poster board stretched over the hood while Stephanie, Rikki, and some other girl joined us...she held a different piece of pink cardboard in her hand, carefully turned so I couldn't see it. Stephanie, though, motioned me toward her and chatted amiably. "Now, Boybait, you're cute enough..for a freshman. I think. I'm no lesbo, though, so perhaps we need...a second opinion. Or a twentieth." We reached the end of the sidewalk, and went to cross the street, stopping halfway across on a narrow traffic island. I was being backed up against a utility pole that stood at the end of an island in the divided highway. Signal lights surrounded the intersection that started on the curb, ten feet from my feet. Some old stickers and fliers rubbed against my back as I was pushed against the metal. And that's when the industrial-sized roll of cling wrap materialized in the hands of one of the girls. "See, it's true. A cheerleader has to be cute," Stephanie continued, seemingly oblivious to the two laughing girls wrapping me against the pole in clear wrap, trapping my legs together and my arms at my sides. "Let's face it, nobody wants to watch a fat, ugly cheerleader. And we remember that, but sometimes our judgment is a bit...off." The girls were being sure to get the wrap flat against my chest, emphasizing what I possibly had there. "So we're leaving you here for an opinion...show her, girls." As the roll was finally torn off, leaving me immobilized against the pole, one girl produced a sign in big black block letters that read "Honk if you think I'm cute! THS Cheerleaders Rule!!" With that, the sign was taped above my head. "Now, if you can't get 30 honks in 20 minutes, you're not cute enough. If you get under 20, well, you just don't cut it in any way Boybait...or should I say 'cute' it? Either way I say it, it's a long walk home. Somewhere in between you'll get a second chance...and some motivation. Have fun!" The girls laughed as they walked away, heading somewhere, who knows where, but close enough to listen in for the cars. Had I wanted to, I couldn't even pose or flirt with the drivers...I was immobile. At best, I could offer a smile. At the first red light, an older man leaned forward, squinted, and shook his head. "Kids these days" I could imagine him saying. Next to him, I saw the first of many cell phone cameras that I would see. I smiled a bit, being rewarded by a honk as the light changed. That was the pattern. Most traffic went by too fast to comprehend what was going on, but I'd started averaging one honk every light change by the lead car. My hair tossed a little in the breeze, and the wind of traffic. I could lightly scratch my sides with my arms pinned against me, but I had no way of escape out here on this island. Happily, college guys, high school people went along with it. Despite the eye rolling feminist or two I was up to 15 relatively quickly. I was relaxing a bit, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips, and was on my way toward thirty with plenty of time. No problems. As a matter of fact, I had a good shot at-- "Well, what do we have here?" I knew that voice. That willful, desperate drive toward boredom with anything the world had to offer, a teenage substitute for wisdom. My blood turned cold as Lily and Paula rounded the pole into my vision. They didn't answer to those names -- "dayslave names" they called them -- outside of school. Oddly enough, as fellow unpopular people we'd managed to hang out a bit once I got used to overlooking their penchant for dressing in black and listening to horrific music. They took the vampire Gothy thing a little too seriously, but aside from their occasional persecution complex as the "loser kids", I kinda liked them. But that was Kevin. Here I was as Kayci, a wannabe cheerleader. Their natural enemy. " 'cute...THS Cheerleaders rule!!' Oh, how cute! Look at this, Greysoul, the girlie wants to be a cheerleader! She wants to be cute! Disgusting!" Greysoul aka Lily, snorted in disgust. "What a fake! Look -- " and at this she grabbed my shrink-wrapped chest -- "I bet she stuffs! You cheerleaders are so fake!" I couldn't disagree with her on that one. Darqheart sneered, heavily mascara'd eyes beaming contempt. "And you let your 'friends' do this to you I bet! Anything to fit in! Come on, Greysoul, let's go...I feel so...slimy all of a sudden. Dirty." Lily nodded. "I know...but. Wait, Darqheart. Maybe little cutie wants some help?" My stomach turned to water as Lily whispered in Paula's ear, triggering laughter and a nod. Paula went into her bag, eventually fishing something out. She walked up to me. "We're going to help you little one. You're gonna be reeel cute..." Nails coated in black polish came at me, and pinned my head still against the pole. I felt what looked like a small black pencil scratch against my upper lip, one side. Then the other, and it dawned on me. She was drawing a ridiculous mustache on me! Of all the times I'd stared at the mirror wishing for facial hair to speak of, this is when I get help? "Hey, come on! You can't--" "Oh yes I can BFF. I bet your friends are loving this....here..." She moved to my chin, scribbling on a beard and finishing with scratching between my eyebrows, no doubt giving me a unibrow. Finally, Paula pulled back, and snapped a quick photo with her cell phone before turning to cross the street. "Have a good night, Ditzy!" were her last words as the ear buds were inserted back into her ears. Now the cars were silent. I looked like a dweeb. The only time in my life I wanted to look like a cute girl, and these life-hating Goths had robbed me! Sure I got a couple sarcastic honks to bring me to around 22, but by the time the girls came bouncing back I knew I had failed. "Ooh, tough break Boybait! You do look kinda like this mystery brother Kevin now...just kidding!" The idea of me being a boy was clearly hilarious. Stephanie studied me for a moment head tilted to the side. "Cheerleaders have to deal with random badness all the time, and I understand that. I'll give you another 15 minutes to get your thirty and clean off your face if you want that chance. Do you, Boybait?" "For sure Captain!" "I bet you do. Everyone wants to be a Knightette. We'll help you out." And thus for the second time tonight I was helpless as someone scrubbed my face clean as if I were a child. "Of course, you did fail your task, so there is a penalty...girls?" And now I saw what the other posterboard was for. In bold black letters on neon pink was the message "I'm single and looking...hit me at" and my email address. Propped up beside me, it broadcast how easily I could be had. And soon enough, I saw a car full of guys writing the address down. I doubt I'd get anything other than spam and harassment, but not what I wanted to deal with in my inbox. It did, however, earn me enough honks that it seemed like no time at all before I felt the wrap being loosened as I survived another "stunt" for "my" initiation. The contempt in Paula's eyes, for someone I wasn't, burned on me on the way home. Could I ever explain? She'd understand, if anyone would. But could I? Why didn't I just appeal for help right then and there? I'd have protectors, numbers. What had gotten stuck in my head? We pulled into the house, and once again went in the basement. "Almost there, Kayci," Stephanie said. "There's only one thing left -- you have to get your cheer bow, your symbol of being a Knightette. I'm afraid, though, you have to blindfold yourself for this last part. Go ahead, be a good little girl and do what you're told." Seething on the inside, I picked up the black scarf and wrapped around my eyes one last time. "Good little girl"! "Okay?" I nodded. Just then I felt my top and skirt grabbed, and soon heard and felt scissors cutting through both items. I was left, I'm sure, looking like a hoochie...the top barely covered my bra, and the skirt barely hid my rump. "Nothing like fresh air, huh?" Came Stephanie's voice, laughing. "Now follow us..." I was taken by the hand and brought upstairs into what certainly felt like a large room. My sneakers padded on plush carpet, and I was under a semi-constant breeze. A ceiling fan. "There are several of us in this room...and we each have a bell. We will ring ours at the same time when we start, and pick any one to follow. Walk toward it. When you bump into the string in front of us, kneel in front of that person. Say 'I would like what you have to give me.' You will enjoy some things we can give you, some not as much...but it's not your call. You will do this until you feel someone tie your cheer bow around your ponytail. It may be the first one of us you ask, or the seventh. Now stay there until you hear the bells begin to ring. One last warning -- do not touch us, or else." Shuffling and giggling was heard, as some hands turned me around a few times. I could hear people running about, and finally the bells began to ring in the darkened room. What was I going to do? I walked immediately toward the nearest bell until I felt a string against my shins. I backed off a bit, and knelt on the soft carpet. The bells stilled, and silence...it took a second before I found the courage. "I would like what you have to give me." Some laughter went around the room -- odd sounding laughter, and I tensed. A hand reached out, took my wrist, and turned it until my hand was palm up, fingers open. I felt something a little soft, rubbery almost, being placed in my hand as more laughter sounded. I had no idea what until I felt something at one end clicked, and the thing began to vibrate. Now I knew exactly what I was holding, and was sure that I would not be permitted to put it back down for a while. "Thank you." I knew what was expected as I rose up and walked back a couple steps to the center of the room. Soon, the bells began to tinkle, and I focused on one and followed the sound until hitting the string, and again knelt. "I would like what you're about to give me." I didn't feel anything on my hair. No bow. Instead I heard a plastic snapping sound, and soon began to feel something wet and a little cold being traced on my stomach..soon though I could tell from the smell, it was magic marker. I was being written on and just had to take it. I was helped up, turned around, and more done on my back. "Sorry, Boybait. Try again." The sounds of cameras taking pics followed me as I said thank you and rose again. Heaven knows what had been drawn or written on my stomach or back. The room was quieter now, a little. Fewer bells, as I chose one and got down on my knees, my hand vibrating. I looked toward where I imagine my teammate would be sitting, only to hear more laughter than usual. "I would like what you're about to give me." "Reeellly." The sound froze my blood. Not that I would be surprised by such skepticism of my sincerity, but because it clarified a suspicion I'd had since I walked into this room. It had sounded different, the shifting about. The laughter had been different, even the air somehow. Now I knew why. There were males in this room. And I was kneeling in front of one. I licked my lips. "Yes." I heard Rikki's voice somewhere behind me -- "Of course she does, look at her stomach!" I knew what was coming, but I couldn't think of a way out. So when a hand went around my head and I was drawn into a pair of lips, I could only kiss back. Holding what I held in one hand, who knows what scrawled on my stomach, dressed like a girl on the make, what else could I do? So I did. Eventually he broke the kiss and I went up for air. "Umm...thanks." "You're welcome, Boybait. That name is a good fit for you. I'm sure it won't be our last kiss." I nodded, a bit unsteady, and as I turned felt a distinct pinch on my butt cheek that made me jump and everyone laugh. I heard the voice again, "hey, I can read...it said to do it!" There was no tension in the room, just expectation. It was no longer mild fun, was it? Yet again the bells rang. Distinctly fewer now, only four. But I knew this person wasn't the only male I'd heard. "I'd like whatever yommmph". Nothing subtle here as another tongue explored my mouth while a hand seized my rump. The kiss was broken and I sat there, panting. A faint taste of cheap beer. Three to go. One in three chance. "I'd like whatever you'd like to give me." "Are you sure?" Thank goodness, it was a girl's voice. "Yes." Stephanie's I think. The captain would be the one to give me the bow. "Are you reeeaallllly sure?" I nodded. "Open your mouth". A straw was inserted. "Drink". I drank as told. A vanilla milkshake. Very small, soon ending in the air/straw sound when trying to drink the bottom of a cup. So what? The laughter didn't tell me. "Good girl....almost there, we're proud of you Boybait." One bell to my left, one to my right. Naturally, whatever I'd pick would be wrong, so I went to the left. "I'd like what you have to give me." I was stood up, turned around. I felt my hair being gathered into a ponytail. My heart leapt as I waited...but I felt a book given to me as the hair fell. "Almost home," someone said. And finally, the last bell, the last request. With my heart leaping for joy, I felt the bow tied in my hair. I heard people leave. The blindfold came off. The vibrating object was taken out of my hand. "Welcome to the Knightettes...Kayci!" I was buried in a hug...all girls. I looked around, trying to will myself to stay calm in the arms of some hot seniors. "Where are...I mean, who did I...?" "Oh, that's a secret. Could be anyone on the football team...you'll never know! Isn't that fun?" Well, it certainly was not my problem. I looked down. In my hands was a photo album, no doubt with photos from throughout the night. Something to pitch as soon as I could. I looked down, my stomach was labeled "Property of the THS Football Team -- see back for handling instructions". Could have been worse I guessed. Not much worse though. Glimpsing my back, I could see some phrases, including the words "pinch" and "buy". "One other question, what was that milkshake?" The girls laughed and looked at each other. Finally Rikki answered: "Secret family recipe...you'll find out when you're a senior." The girls give me a damp cloth to swab down my stomach, sharing stories while they got my back. Revenge against Lily and Paula are planned extravagantly, as apparently being humiliated by non-cheerleaders was not allowed. The exhaustion kept me from tracking the conversation. One of the girls pointed out my struggles to stay awake, and I was finally driven back home, around midnight. "Practice starts on Tuesday...here you go. Kayci. Welcome to the squad." I walked up the walkway, and into the house. Eager for the shower and to put the night behind me. Only to hear clapping. "Welcome home, sister." A smug Kayci sat on the stairwell. "Was the initiation as bad as everyone says? That's quite the outfit they gave you...oh, what's that on the back?" Disgustedly, I tore off the shirt and threw it in her face. "You're not hearing anything from me, bitch. And I'm going upstairs to take a dump in your underwear." I did my best to stomp upstairs to shower and try to forget everything that happened, only to be followed by her mocking voice. "The nail polish remover is upstairs under the cabinet. Oh, and you looked cute wrapped to the pole." "You knew about that?" Kayci shrugged. "Yeah...I was going through town to a friend's house to hide out when we saw you. Glad I didn't have to do that. Nice mustache you had!" I thought about explaining my encounter with Lily and Paula, but couldn't be bothered. So what. Three weeks later, the email spam has died down. I got many rude requests, but blocked them. It was embarrassing opening my email to a picture of a male member, but nobody on the Internet gets fazed by that. However, one email from "Stephanie Kowalski" raised my interest, and I opened it. "Dere Kayci, Attached are tha pix from initiation nite like u asked. That was so fun, thanx for bein awesum about it! Neways, I didnt know weather u wanted them to this addy that u gave that nite, or the one u put on the form when u applied to cheerleading, so I sent them to both. Sry u lost the album! See u on Friday's pracitce! Steph" The email had been sent to me with three dozen photos attached, dressed as a baby, Strawberry shortcake, in the room on my knees with an anonymous pair of lips on mine. Everywhere. Sent to my address. And my sister's. Right after it, another email. "Great pics! Wouldn't it be great to spread them around the school? I have some ideas for this weekend...clear your schedule for some girl time, or be the laughingstock of the place. Your loving twin sister, Kayci" My schedule was already clear. For what, I wasn't sure...