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Tom Boy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 The ride to the new neighborhood was extremely depressing for Tommy and his mother. With the economy in the tank and her unemployed status, they were forced to sell their house in the middle class suburbs and move thirty minutes away to a lower class, racially mixed neighborhood. It was just the two of them now, as his sister had gotten married and moved away, and he never really knew his father, who had left when he was very young. Tommy was now entering his junior year of High school, which was a critical year in his life and for his future, if he had any chance of getting a scholarship to a decent college. "So how did football camp go honey?" said Trisha, his mother. "Not bad, but it's going to be really tough mom," Tommy answered, frustrated but trying to stay positive. "Sit honey and tell me why," Trisha pointed to the couch. "Well, you know I was the starting quarterback at our old school, and here I'll be lucky if I make the team," said Tommy, exhausted from practice. "Mom, I'm just a little white guy here on a fairly established team and the guys are huge." "Honey, you were never one of the biggest players before, but you excelled anyway," Trisha kissed his forehead. "I'm sure you'll be just fine." Tommy ate his dinner and went straight to bed, exhausted. He got up early every day, running 5 miles before heading to football practice. He worked extremely hard, knowing that he needed to get good grades and become an excellent student athlete if he had any chance of getting some form of scholarship. Finally, football camp ended just after labor day and Tommy hit the showers with his teammates. When they came out, there was a big commotion as the roster had been posted on the board in the locker room. He scrambled to view his name and a huge sigh of relief came over him as he had made the team. "Tommy, coach would like to see you," said one of the assistants. "Sit down son," said head coach Watkins. "Yes, sir," said Tommy. "Tommy, you're a fine young boy and that's one of the reason I chose you for this team, but I'll need you to understand a few things," said Coach Watkins. "Of course, sir," said Tommy. "I'll be asking you to do a number of things you've never done before, son," said Coach Watkins. "You'll be at best my third string quarterback. You'll be on special teams mostly because of your speed, and you'll also be our primary kicker. Son, I hope you realize that on this team, you're a bit on the small side. In fact, next to most of these guys, you're tiny. I'm sure at white prep school you might have been average size, but here it'll be tough on you. Son, you're not in Kansas anymore. You're in the ghetto. Do you understand"? "Yes, I do sir and you won't be disappointed," said Tommy. "I'll do anything you ask, and I'll work my way up sir." "I'm sure you will son, and that's why I picked you," said the coach. "But unless you have a huge growth spurt that neither of us expects, I suggest you spend your time working on your legs, and stop wasting it pumping iron in the weight room." That night he went home and celebrated with his mother, who was thrilled for him that he made the team. The next morning he started school with a great confidence, and every day worked hard in practice. The season and school year moved along pretty well as the team was fairly good, and Tommy seemed to have few issues adjusting to his new life. It wasn't easy being in the minority as there weren't a lot of other white kids, but he made friends easily with the other kids, regardless of their ethnicity. Finally, in the last game of the regular season, he kicked the game winning field goal to send his team into the playoffs. He was on cloud nine as he was mobbed by his teammates as they celebrated on the field and in the locker room. "Congratulations team!" said Coach Watkins, giving his locker room speech. "As you know, we have now made the playoffs, and I'm extremely proud of you. We will have three weeks to prepare and you will be getting some well-deserved time off now to rest, recover from some injuries, and recuperate. For the next week, we will conduct film study and only light work outs without pads. Now as we have done for over twenty years, it is our tradition to turn over the team to our captain to address the team, and I will leave you to celebrate and soak in this great accomplishment." The players all cheered loudly as the coaches left the room as Tyrone, the team's quarterback, stood up. Everyone cheered as he spoke, before the team hit the showers together. When they all returned again, Tyrone stood up, getting everyone's attention. "Guys, listen up ok," said Tyrone. "As is our tradition tonight, we begin our week of rookie hazing. Now just so everyone understands, rookies may not be subject to anything dangerous, as all schools have banned any activities which could cause harm to any rookie." The team now vehemently booed him as stopped laughing now. "Guys, relax! That does not mean we can't have a little good clean fun with our rookies," said Tyrone, as everyone cheered. "Rookies, please stand up." Two large black lineman, Jamal and Charles stood up as everyone cheered. "Hey white boy! Stand up," said Tyrone, looking at Tommy. "Me, I'm not a rookie," said Tommy, surprised. "I'm a junior." "You may have played in some bullshit prep school, but on this team you are a rookie," Tyrone. Told him. "Stand up. Stand Up. Stand Up," Chanted the team as Tommy had no choice, succumbing to the peer pressure. "That's better, kicker," said Tyrone, smiling at him as he stood up. "Rookies, please understand that you must follow our team captain's orders completely and without hesitation. You must also only speak when spoken to, and if asked if you are in any way participating in a hazing event that you must deny it, or further face team discipline. Do you understand"? "Yes," said the three boys nervously as they stood there. "Good, now you must pass the team unity test, which will be a little painful," said Tyrone. "Each of you lies on a trainer's table, facing downward and remove your towel." Tommy lay down on the metal table with his nude butt in the air. He braced himself, figuring that his teammates would all have some fun punching or slapping him until he felt a warm sensation on the back of his left thigh. "Holy shit!" screamed Tommy, as he felt a rip at his upper thigh and flexed his leg backward. Tommy was trying to stay tough as he was in tremendous pain and was stunned watching his teammates form a long line to get their turn. They could barely control their laughter as each one of them was enjoying the quivers from Tommy and his teammates and the ripping sound of his hair being painfully removed. It seemed to never stop, as they flipped him over and worked on the front of his legs and his arms. His only comfort was that his chest and back were naturally hairless, but that was quickly erased as Tyrone now stood before him. "You're not as hairy or big as the other two guys, and we've still got the two running backs and two linebackers to go, so we'll have to get a little more creative here Tommy," said Tyrone, holding out Tommy's longish hair. "Please Tyrone, not my hair man. That's my thing. My mojo," Tommy pleaded. "Fine rookie, because we gotta take out the pits anyway, but then we'll have to go smooth on that little bit of nip fuzz," said Tyrone, motioning two guys to hold his ankles. Tommy felt them grab his ankles and then two guys hold his arms straight up. He watched the full back on his left side and then the tail back on his right each drop the wax directly into his arm pit, and he almost jumped off the table in pain as they held him. With his eyes fully teared up, blurring his vision, he watched two linemen lean over his legs and as the other continued to hold his biceps tightly now. He could see the wax dripping onto his chest before feeling the tearing sensation all around his nipples, before they finally released him and he tried to catch his breath. "See you tomorrow, rookies," yelled Tyrone, as he tossed a bang to each of them. "Better take care of the skin tonight rooks and we'll see you in class in the morning. Oh and get some rest tonight, because you'll be getting a visit from your chaperones tomorrow at 6am." He was so sore he could barely get dressed as he headed home. When he got home, he was greeted with a big hug and his favorite dinner by his mother. "How's it feel to be the hero today honey?" said his mother, excitedly. "See, just like old times at the old school." "It did feel good for a moment, anyway," said Tommy. "Oh please honey," said his mother kissing him. "You were the hero today. Step back for a minute and just enjoy the moment." "I guess you're right mom," said Tommy, finishing his meal. "I'm exhausted so I'm going upstairs to take a warm bath and then head to bed." "Ok, honey. That's a good idea," said his mother. "I'm sure it's been a long and exciting day." "Yes, and I have to get up early tomorrow," said Tommy. "They'll be some of my teammates here to pick me up at 6am." "6am? Why? What's going on?" said his mother, curious. "Mom, it's a football thing. A tradition that I can't talk about," said Tommy. "I'm sure you remember it from our other school, except it's a bit crazier here." "Huuhh!" sighed his mother covering her mouth and chuckling. "You're a newbie? They are treating as a rookie, almost like a freshmen"? "Mom, you know I can't answer that," said Tommy, shaking his head. "Just know they said it's very controlled and will never be anything dangerous. They just are going to poke fun at us." "Ok, we'll just go with the flow and have fun with it then," said his mother, grinning from ear to ear. "I remember how cute you looked in that clown costume in your last school when you were a freshmen. It actually was pretty funny. I especially liked the day you were in those yellow tights and the duck costume, and couldn't even sit down." Tommy headed upstairs, running the hot bath. He looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head as it was weird to see himself with no hair on his legs and arms. He relaxed in the tub which stung a little at first, until his mother barged in with a small bag. "Why do you have this Tommy," said his mother, holding the two bottles. "These are moisturizers for black people's skin." "Mom, you see," said Tommy, trying to explain, as his mother grabbed his arm. "Oh Tommy!" said his mother, looking at his arm. "Did they hurt you baby. I'll call that damn principal in the morning." "NO mom. Please, being in this school is hard enough! You want me to get cut from the team or beat up," said Tommy, stopping her. "I'm a rookie, and it was no big deal. It's just part of the humiliation and the other guys got it too, now you know I can't speak of it." "I'm sorry honey," said his mother, kissing his forehead. "But this is for black people's skin, which is a little different than yours. I'll get you something to help." His mother returned and dumped a fragrant lotion into the tub and switched on the water. "Now just soak for thirty minutes, and then when you get out, I'll help you before bed," said Trisha. Swirling the water and surprising him by wrapping his hair on his head and clamping it in a large clip. "Just keep from getting this in your hair, or it'll be a greasy disaster." Tommy soaked in the tub, almost falling asleep, before his mother finally interrupted, yelling at him to get out. When he did, he dressed in a t-shirt and shorts as she greeted him in his bedroom with a large jar of lotion. She immediately knelt before him and began rubbing it onto his legs, and then worked on his arms. It felt so odd yet soothing to his skin. "That should ease any stinging honey," said Trisha, kissing his forehead and turning out the lights. Before he knew it, the alarm went off at 5:45 and he staggered out of bed to the bathroom. He stood relieving himself and brushed his teeth before his mother called him. "Honey, your friends are already here. They came a little early," said Trisha. "And there are some very cute young ladies. Hurry up and come down." "Hi," said Tommy, surprised to see two fairly cute high school girls in his living room as he rubbed his eyes, waking up. "Mandy, is that you"? "Yup, hey Tommy," said Mandy, who was a bubbly young blonde from his chemistry class. "And this is Faith." "Hi," said Faith, reaching out her hand. "Nice to meet you Tommy." "Would you girls like anything?" said Trisha. "Breakfast, or even some coffee." "No thank you, Mrs. Morton, we'll need to get moving so that we are not late for school," said Mandy. "So not to be rude Tommy, but before we start we'll need to get your full consent," said Faith, pressing a view buttons on her cell phone before pointing it at his face. "Sure, I'd do anything for my team," said Tommy, looking into it as she clicked. "Let's try again ok," said Faith, with a little attitude. "I'll do the speaking and you just give your consent at the end Tommy. Understand? Teams or football can not be mentioned ok"? "oh, sorry," said Tommy, rubbing his eyes. "So Tommy, it is our understanding that you are going to be involved in a lot of extra-curricular activities this week, both before school and during breaks, as well as after practice. Is that correct?" said Faith. "Yes, I guess so," said Tommy. "And it is also our understanding that you have decided to do whatever is necessary to make these activities perfect and have also decided to try anything without question that Mandy and I will suggest and help you with. Is that also correct?" said Faith. "Yes, of course," said Tommy. "Thank you," said Mandy, rubbing his shoulders now. "Ok, its 6:02, so let's get started." "Ok, just let me change for school and we'll get out of here in two minutes?" said Tommy. "That won't be necessary, Tommy," said Mandy, chuckling. "Can we use the kitchen table, Mrs. Watkins"? "I guess so, girls?" said Trisha, as curious now as Tommy was surprised. "From this point forward, we'll be dressing you this week Tommy," said Faith, smirking at him. "We'll be right back ok. Why don't you just go sit at the kitchen table while get some things out of the car." Faith and Mandy went out to the car and then returned with a large suitcase and a series of garment bags. Faith opened the front pocket of the suitcase and handed a white panty to Tommy. "Just strip down and slip these on, and then we'll get you dressed," said Faith. "We'll turn our backs and give you some privacy so you can do it quickly." Tommy took the panties, shaking his head as they turned their backs to him. He dropped his shorts and then his underwear as he slipped on the panties. He looked down at himself, seeing his little bulge in the simple white panty which had pale pink trim and a tiny pink bow in front. "Bunch of comedians," said Tommy, shaking his head and laughing as he turned around. "Obviously they just want to laugh at us in the locker room. Ok, I'm decent." The girls turned around, as Faith walked past him, grabbing the first garment bag and unzipping it. "I said the shirt too, Tommy," said Mandy, getting a little snippy as she began pulling it over his head. "I think the 10 may work," said Faith, as Tommy's eyes popped wide open, seeing her take a cheerleading outfit from the hanger. "Let's try that first." She held it against him and then took another from the bag. He looked over, seeing his mother trying to hide her chuckle behind her hand as she turned away. "You guys must be kidding," said Tommy, as Faith unzipped the first outfit and knelt in front of him. "Step in," said Faith, holding it open for his right leg. "They want me to wear this to school," whined Tommy, as Faith lifted his leg, taking charge. "Come on," said Faith, tapping his left leg. "We don't have all day." Tommy began shaking as he lifted his left leg and before he knew it, the costume was being slid up his legs. Faith stood up now, slipping his arms through the costume and then he felt Mandy lift his loose hair and zip up the back. "Let me get the 8," said Faith, after adjusting the skirt. "This is decent but a little baggy on top.." Faith now took another outfit from the garment bag, as Mandy unzipped him and removed his arms. She slid it down as Faith lifted his legs and replaced the outfit, as this one seemed to hug him just a bit more as she slid it up and zipped him. "Sit down for me Tommy," said Mandy, as he couldn't stop shaking as he sat. Cross your legs." "I think this is it," said Faith. "Stand back up Tommy." "Gel or training?" said Mandy, digging through the suitcase now. "Plus we have that stretchy sport one." "Well, let's try them all on him," said Faith, unzipping the back of the costume and removing just his arms. Tommy now stared directly at Mandy as he watched her slide a padded training bra over his arms and then zip him up. They stepped back looking at him, and then repeated the process with the gel bra and then the sports bra. "He's really got nothing, so I think the gel bra works best," said Faith. "Yes, I think so too, so at least he'll have just a touch of shape and then the uniform won't look so baggy on top," said Mandy, as they now redressed him with the gel bra. "Honey, turn around for me," said Trisha, looking him up and down now. "The 8 fits perfectly girls. I really like your school's cheerleading outfit, and it's very cute on him." "Mom!" whined Tommy at his mother. "Sorry, I won't interrupt again," said his mother, smiling as she sipped her coffee. "Just trying to help the girls Tommy." "It's fine, Mrs. Watkins," said Mandy, cozying up with her. "We don't mind the help. Sit back down, Tommy." Faith now knelt before him, slipping on some little ankle socks and then placing some tennis shoes on his feet and tying them. "How do those feel Tommy?" said Faith. "Take a quick walk." "They fit I guess," said Tommy, walking around the room. "At least this part is comfortable. Are we done now"? "You're kidding right?" said Mandy, giving him a puzzled look. "We've still got do your hair Tommy." "I think it's enough now Mandy," said Tommy, rolling his eyes at her. "I don't think I need help making a ponytail as I do it every day. Now I'll go and put my hair in ponytail like all the other stupid cheerleaders and then we can get this day over with. I hope those other two idiot freshmen are being embarrassed as cheerleaders too." "He's too much this guy," said Faith, getting pissed off. "Just so you know, yes they are going to be in cheerleader outfits as well. Luckily for us, we knew that you'd fit into a costume off the rack and didn't need a custom jumbo size like the other two guys, so we didn't have to waste some of our cheerleader funds. Now sit down, because we're doing your hair, whether you like it or not." "Tommy, behave for our guests," said his mother, scolding him. "As I recall you were the one that committed to all this and even let Faith video it. Now apologize." "Sorry," said Tommy, sitting down with a frown on his face. "Thank you," said Mandy, as she lifted his hair and now wrapped a plastic cape around his neck. "Try to just have fun with this Tommy. I know I am, and Faith and I were thrilled we got to work on you as opposed to those other two guys." "And why is that," said Tommy. "Because I always thought you were cute," said Mandy, as she began brushing his hair now. "And I actually think you have great hair. Faith and I talked a lot about that last night, and we figure we could do some cute things with it." "Oh great," Tommy said sarcastically as he now saw Faith place a large tackle box chest on the table. She then took out two curling irons, plugging them in on the counter and then another bin filled with clips and bows. "I bet you're glad you didn't listen to me when I wanted you to cut your hair before we moved here, now," said Trisha, teasing him. "I got a feeling he might be regretting that one now, Mrs. Watkins," said Mandy chuckling as she continued sectioning and brushing his hair." "So what have you girls decided on," Trisha asked, very curious. "Well, we went back and forth on this, but since it's his first day, we wanted to really go a little on the fancy side," said Mandy as she now pulled it back tightly from the front of his head, brushing it into her palm and holding it now. "We're going do a crown pony with bananas streaming down, and then do the back waterfall style. From the density of his hair, I think I can do three layers which should look nice and thick if I do them with the 1 inch barrel, but we'll see as we know how that will look in just a few minutes." "What the hell does that mean, Mandy?" whined Tommy. "It just means you'll need to sit there and be a good model for the girls honey," said Trisha. "Girls, I'm going to go get dressed for work and if you need anything, just call me. And Tommy, you behave and sit patiently because this is going to take a little time. Now I know why you girls got her at 6am"! Mandy took a black scrunchie and placed it between her teeth as she continued brushing his hair from front to the crown over and over, gathering it in her palm. She now concentrated on each side again, brushing it into her palm before finally removing the scrunchie from her teeth. She now wrapped it around the hair in her hands and twisted it a few times until she seemed satisfied. She now concentrated on brushing the back of his hair over and over as Faith now pulled up a chair in front of him, distracting him as she took his hand. She stared at his fingers, twisting them gently before opening a small plastic container, which contained a series of nails. "Are you kidding me?" whined Tommy. "This too." "I'm afraid so Tommy boy," said Faith, chuckling as she began removing a series of nails and holding them against each finger until she found the appropriate size. "These aren't a big deal. They're what we call active length. See mine? You'll be getting the same ones." She held out her hand as he stared at it as she had square tipped nails which just came maybe a quarter inch past her fingertips. They were a French manicure style, with a soft pink color and a red thin tip. She now placed each nail in order on the kitchen table until she found a match for each finger. When she finished, she carefully found a duplicate for each nail as she prepared to apply them. He took a deep breath now, feeling Mandy dig into the back of his head with a comb as she had released the ponytail from on top of his head and was again holding it in her hand. "Does that look straight to you Faith?" said Mandy, stepping just to the side as Faith got up and looked. "I like where you sectioned it. I think that's perfect," said Faith, looking at her watch. "We should have enough time." "Cool, I was worried about that," said Mandy, again rapping the scrunchie around the hair on top of his head as Tommy felt the snugness. Faith now returned with a small stick and a nail file and took his left hand and began shaping and preparing his nails. He again felt Mandy sectioning his hair on the back of his head before feeling a clip squeeze against his scalp. She brushed through it a few more times before he heard spraying from an aerosol can, followed by a distinct squeaking sound as he instantly tried to spin around. "Whoa, don't move Tommy," yelled Mandy. "I'll easily burn you." "Just be still and it'll over before you know it Tommy," said Faith, rubbing his palm to relax him. "She's using ceramics and they get super hot." Faith now pushed back his cuticle and then applied some glue to his left thumb, followed by the first nail, which she squeezed and held for a few seconds as he sat there, seeing his fingers begin to take shape while feeling the constant tugging on the back of his head. He could not avoid the smell of hairspray filling his nostrils as she seemed to be saturating the back of his head before he felt the warmness of the hairdryer on his neck. She now released the tight clip on the back of his head, combed through his hair some more, and again reinserted it a bit higher up as she again began tugging and twisting. Faith had now finished his left hand and then began working on the right, again she worked, filing and shaping his natural nails before applying the new one. Mandy now had released the last clip and seemed happy as she touched his hair with her fingers, before again spraying his hair thoroughly and touching it with the warm air. "Oh Mandy," Exclaimed Faith, walking behind him and peeking now. "You're a good girl." "Ok, home stretch Tommy," said Mandy, digging through the bin of ribbons now. "Ah there's what I'm looking for. I so love this one." Mandy released the scrunchie on top of his head and thoroughly brushed through the hair in her hand. She now winded it three times as he felt the pony tail she had created around the middle of the crown as it hung in front of his face now. She moved in front of him for a moment now as she tugged at it from every direction, pulling the hair inside it until it was extremely taut, before again brushing through it. "Sorry Faith," said Mandy as Tommy could see her holding a huge pink and red bow with long white, dangling wavy ribbons which was attached to a scrunchie in her hand. "I'll move in just a second and let you work. I just have to make sure I have it positioned it perfectly where I want it from every side." Mandy now moved to his right side as he could see that Faith had removed a series of cosmetics from the plastic tackle box. "Is that makeup?" whined Tommy as Faith ignored him but chuckled as she began rubbing a small soft round sponge across his chin. "Answer me"? "Relax," said Faith, trying to soothe him as she rubbed the back of her fingers across his cheek. "You won't need a lot because obviously you don't shave yet, so you've got great skin. I am going to hide the few blemishes you have though, and when I'm done, trust me you'll look flawless." "Tommy did you think we'd get here this early in the morning to make you look like a clown," said Mandy, tugging at the hair on top of his head as she twisted in over the ponytail as he could feel the ribbon touching his ear now. "Our reputations are at stake honey." Faith now took some powder, brushing it onto his face as he could see Mandy approaching out of the corner of his eyes with a gold barreled spiral curling iron. She wasted no time sectioning and spraying it, and inserting the iron as straight ahead he could see Faith twisting a pencil in a small sharpener. Before he knew it, Faith was holding her fingers against his right eye and taking a sharp pencil to his inner lid. He felt his eye water as she dotted it with a tissue before jumping to the other side and then held his eye open as she grabbed his upper lash with a metal curler. After doing both sides twice, she began coating his lashes with mascara as Mandy continued tugging and spraying on top of his head. They worked in tandem, moving slightly out of each other's way as Mandy seemed to go back and forth between his right and left side of his head. "Don't blink Tommy," said Faith, blowing on his lashes before he watched her rub a brush on a pink palette. "Squeeze your cheeks and make a kissing face for me, ok"? Hoping this was almost over, Tommy sucked in his cheeks as Faith smiled, brushing on the blush before turning to study a large selection of eye shadows, as she opened it's tray. "Remember day time Faith, I know how you love to turn up the volume," said Mandy, teasing her as she placed her iron on the table in front of Tommy. "I'm done, except I just want to do a final setting." "Very funny," said Faith, giving Mandy a look as she began scraping some pink from the tray. "Ok, close your eyes Tommy for a few minutes and then we'll be done when you open them." Faith jumped back and forth between his eyes, as she carefully blended the shadows. When she stopped, he felt a liquid being rubbed into the tight hair above his ears and behind his forehead. He then immediately felt the stickiness of hairspray surrounding him, before he felt a brush painting on his lips. The hairdryer again switched on now as he felt the very soft, warm air circle him before he now felt a very wet sensation coating his lips. "So I think the new cheerleader is pretty cute, Faith," said Mandy, as she removed the cape from his neck now. "I'd have to agree Mandy," said Faith, as they both admired their work and packed up everything. "We do some pretty good work together if I must say." "And with five minutes to spare!" said Mandy, smiling as she looked at the clock. "Well, we are going to just go into the other room and change into our cheerleader outfits, and then we'll head to school in just a second," said Faith, grabbing the garment bags. "Mrs. Watkins, we're all finished and we'll be leaving for school now," Mandy yelled upstairs. "I'm coming girls as I have to run out to work now too," said Trisha, running down the stairs. "Just a give me two minutes. I am dying to see the end result." His mother entered the kitchen, and was stunned as she saw her son leaning against the kitchen counter with a smug look on his face. "Oh Tommy," said his mother, coming over and hugging him. "Have fun with this, honey! You look so adorable. It brings back wonderful memories for me of when your sister was a cheerleader." "Gee, that makes me feel so much better, mother," said Tommy, as his mother rubbed his shoulders before stepping back and looking at him as she shook his head, making her chuckle. "What's so damn funny"? "Nothing honey," said Trisha, coming over and softly touching his crowned pony and moving the ribbon slightly. "It's just that its so cute to see all those curls bouncing when you're shaking your head at me. I just can't get over what a good job the girls did on you. Come in to the hallway and look in the big mirror." Tommy stood there, stunned, as this rookie hazing thing had just become a nightmare, He stared at himself in the mirror, looking like one of the cheerleaders he was used to checking out on the sidelines. He was in the school's home cheerleading outfit, which had a white sleeveless top and matching white short pleaded skirt. The skirt and top where trimmed in red and pink and across his chest was the school logo, looking ever so strange as it was slightly elevated by the little bumps on his chest. His legs looked so smooth and fit, with the little white lacey ankle socks and brand new pure white sneakers, which had red laces and little pink pom-poms. His makeup was done in very natural soft pinks, except for the touch of pink glitter on his eye lids behind his now thick lashes. "So what do you think, Mrs. Watkins?" said Mandy, coming in with Faith as they were now dressed in their cheerleader outfits, as they noticed his stunned look. He could taste the watermelon lips gloss as he licked his lips, but was really distracted watching his hair bounce on his every little move. It was not odd to see his medium brown colored brunette hair pulled straight back off his forehead as he normally wore his ponytail that way, except that it was now positioned on top of his head a few inches behind the crown, and held in place with huge double bows with red on top of pink above a series of white curled ribbons. The hair that fell from this top pony was arranged in a series of a dozen or so precise banana curls ,moving from right to back to left very easily as he moved his head, making him sick to his stomach watching their flow. When he turned sideways now, he really noticed that his hair seemed so much shorter as it too was perfectly curled and arranged into a series of layers of spiral curls across his back. He took a deep breath, knowing it would be a long day. "You girls did an amazing job. The outfit fits perfectly and the hair and make and everything! Wow! I love the shine in his hair. See how nice it looks if you really brush it out properly, honey," said Trisha taking out her camera now. "Ok, ladies! Go head. Get in close for me." "Come on, smile grouchy," said Mandy, as she went on one side and Faith on the other. Trisha snapped a few shots. "So take a few solos while we just pack our stuff," said Faith. "So where's your back pack, Tommy," said Mandy, coming into the room now dressed in her cheerleader outfit. "In the closet near the front door, why?" said Tommy. "Because you'll be carrying a cheerleader backpack, and not that ugly skull thing you have now," said Mandy. "Just smile for your mom and we'll take care of everything." "Thanks girls. Cheese Tommy," said his mother, snapping a few shots before getting annoyed. "Now a big smile come on. Do it nicely and I'll be finished"! "Fine," said Tommy smiling, and making a mock pose. "See! Good! Have fun with it and just laugh today honey!" said Trisha, kissing his forehead. "Everyone knows what this is, so just laugh and enjoy it. Ok, I gotta run baby. Bye." His mother hurried out the front door as Tommy followed her, checking on the girls. He saw that Faith was just putting the last few books in his new pink backpack as Mandy was loading some supplies. "Ok, so all your books are in here, and I added the other stuff you'll need," said Mandy, zipping up the front pocket. "This is your new pink pencil case which is filled with all your school supplies, and this is your little white purse where I put some makeup in case you need a touch up, some breath mints, gum, and hair spray which you'll definitely need later." "Oh and be careful not to open the big front pocket of the bag pack if you don't need to, because I put your pom poms are in there," said Faith showing him the pocket. "Fantastic," said Tommy, sarcastically. "Ok, so we're good to go," said Mandy, opening the door as they headed out. "Now, I have a copy of your schedule and I'll meet you after Chem class at 10:15, and then Faith will hook up with you at 12:45 and then we'll touch base before your football film study at 2:30." "Look, I just want to get this over with and hide in the background. I'm definitely just going to avoid everyone on my breaks?" said Tommy. "I really don't want to hang out and be tortured any more than I'm already expecting." "Ah HELLO Tommy," said Faith, getting nasty. "Understand you will go wherever and whenever we tell you to and we are not looking to babysit you." "Tommy, see being a girl takes maintenance," said Mandy, pulling one of his curls as it sprung back. "Your hair really seems to hold a curl well, but hairdos like this take some up keep. At the breaks, we'll spray them and touch up your makeup, especially after lunch and then again before practice at 4:30." "You mean 2:30," said Tommy. "I thought you just said you knew my schedule." "We do," said Faith. "You've got cheerleading practice at 4:30 after your football stuff is over." "Why do you think you have pom-poms, silly?" said Mandy, chuckling. "Oh and I'll take that," said Faith, grabbing his house key. "We wouldn't have you cutting class and hiding at home would we"? "Just have fun with this and don't make it a tough week please, or trust me Tyrone and the boys will make it ten times worse on you," said Mandy, getting into the car with Faith. "Wait, what do I do here?" said Tommy, realizing there was only two seats in her tiny Honda. "Are we gonna cram in." "Definitely not," said Faith. "You'll wrinkle my outfit." "Sorry Tommy, there is no way I can overstuff this car. I am only 16 and I barely have my license. Last thing I need is a ticket and my dad will take away this car in a second," said Mandy waving goodbye. "You do what you do every day at 7:30 Tommy. See you in Chem class." Tommy turned and headed down the block. As he turned the corner, he saw the bus pulling up and started jogging. He was in great physical shape and after a half block sprint made it quickly. He stopped and got in the line fairly unassumingly, before getting on the bus. "Are you on the right bus honey?" said the driver. "Yes, sir.," said Tommy, avoiding eye contact. "Tommy?" said the driver, questioning him. "Good morning Mr. Johnson," said Tommy, making his way to a seat at the back of the bus. "Must be Halloween in school today?" said the driver, paying him no mind. Tommy sat in the back alone, avoiding eye contact as no one seemed to notice until a few of his teammates got on. "Damn kicker," said Jamal, seeing him with a few of his friends. "You looking good girl. Hey everybody, see how nice our kicker looks in his new uniform." Most of the kids got up, looking at Tommy, laughing now as he sat there embarrassed and quiet. He tried to drown out all the teasing until mercifully the bus finally arrived at school. When he got off, he saw half his teammates waiting for him as he was showered with cat calls and whistles as he gave them the finger, walking past them to his locker as luckily it was almost time for class. He placed some books in his locker and got some others, hurrying to homeroom as most people didn't even seem to pay him any mind. As he walked to his seat, he noticed some of his friends cracking up as they struggled to control their laughter as the homeroom teacher entered. "Good morning everyone," said Mr. Morrow, as he began taking attendance without looking up as he did role call. He breezed through his list until he called Tommy's name, and people started chuckling. "Watkins," said Mr. Morrow, listening but not hearing a response. " Tommy? Is Watkins not present"? Mr. Morrow looked up at Tommy's seat, and began chuckling as he gave Tommy a look.. "Present sir," said Tommy, trying to avoid eye contact as everyone looked in his direction now. "I see we have a new cheerleader want-to-be today, class," said Mr. Morrow, cracking a joke. "Let's be nice to our friend Tommy as obviously it's that time of year." Tommy felt better now, realizing that the rookie's dressing as cheerleaders must be a pretty common practice in his school as his teacher helped diffuse his extremely awkward situation. As classes went on, he was becoming oblivious to all the ribbing and teasing which seemed non-stop as he walked the halls between classes. He was happy to finally get through Chemistry class to his break, as he followed Mandy as she entered the cheerleader's dressing room. "Can I go in there?" said Tommy, stopping short. "Of course you can," said Mandy, taking him in. "There are private dressing areas where we change inside the main room." "Oh, I had no idea," said Tommy. "That's because you're not friends with the couple of guys that are the male cheerleaders on the team," said Mandy, opening some cabinets. "Those guys are just as athletic as you football players. Not sit here for a second." "If you say so," said Tommy, as she took a little brush to his lips, and wiped his tooth with her finger. "Try not to bite your lip honey, as it doesn't look too great if you get lipstick on your teeth, but being nervous today is understandable," said Mandy, picking at his hair. "You've really got beautiful hair. It's almost a shame you're a boy. Now close your eyes." Mandy held her palm over his eyes and nose, thoroughly saturating his hair as she had done earlier that morning and this time gently lifted the back, making sure she had sprayed underneath against his neck. She then gently tugged on his top pony making sure it was tight as she tapped his eyes to get up. "See you later, have fun in class," said Mandy, as they both headed to their next class. At lunch, he finally saw the other two guys in their jumbo cheerleader outfits as they all laughed, looking at each other as the football team all sat together. "Damn Tommy," said Jamal, teasing. "You sure you sitting at the right table"? "Well, we damn well know you are Jamal," said Tommy, snapping back as everyone was laughing. "Be nice here, ladies," said Tyrone, sitting down now between them. "We wouldn't want Tommy to run a curl or Jamal to have a weave pulled out. Would we"? Everyone sat quietly eating their lunch, before going their separate ways for class. Tommy met Faith and Mandy for his scheduled touchups before finally hitting football film study at 2:30. The coaches had some fun with their cheerleaders, but were mostly all business about preparing for the game until finally it ended at 4:30. As the football locker room doors opened, Jamal, Charles, and Tommy immediately noticed the six girls waiting for them as they walked out. Without hesitation and in front of the other players as they walked by, they proceeded to freshen up the boy's makeup and hair. "It's time ladies," said Mandy, as they looked at each other, shook their heads, and followed them.