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Tom Boy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 "Just a minute Tommy," yelled his football coach as they started walking away. "Give the reporter two minutes of your time as soon as Tyrone is done." "Like this?" Tommy asked, before stopping himself as he saw the angry look on the coach's face. "What was that, son?" said the coach snapping at him. "Of course, coach," Tommy answered in a cowardly manner. "Whatever the team needs sir." The girls stood there giggling, as they watched the reporter questioning Tyrone as Tommy waited nervously. "Hey Tommy boy! Come on over here. He's ready for you," Tyrone smirked as he finished his interview and walked away, trying to control his laughter. "Oh, you are not exactly what I expected." The startled reporter stretched out his hand. "I'll try not to take up too much time. I'm just looking for a few quotes. You are the kicker, correct?" "Yes, sir," Tommy answered politely. "Ok, then," said the reporter looking him up and down. "So lets' start with how did you feel when you made the kick to win the game?" "It was just awesome," Tommy smiled "One of the best moments of my life." "Had you ever made a game winning kick before, or even a kick that long?" The reporter asked. "No, not really," said Tommy. "I really have always done different things, and it's only this year that I became a kicker." "So is this your first season playing football, or did you do that before," said the reporter. "Were you a soccer player or something before?" "No, this is my third year playing sir," said Tommy. "I'm a transfer student. It's my first year here. I have played soccer, basketball, and many sports all my life." "Oh, sorry," said the reporter, taking notes and looking down at Tommy's legs in the short skirt. "I apologize. I thought maybe you were a rookie, but obviously I can see your athleticism,, especially being on few teams here at once." "I am a junior sir," said Tommy bashfully. "Ok, well good luck to you in the playoffs and whatever else," said the reporter shaking his hand. "Thanks for your time." "See, that was painless," Mandy said. "Come on, let's move it now or we'll be late." They walked across into the gym, seeing about 20 other actual cheerleaders stretching. "Ok, limber up ladies," said a very fit middle age woman, looking at her watch. "Three minutes please." The boys looked at each other as the regular cheerleader stretched. "You football players don't know how to stretch?" said the woman, sarcastically. "Now move those pretty little tushes." The guys started stretching now as the coach inspected every inch of their bodies. "So, I'm told you ladies will be joining us this week and I'm very excited," said the coach. "I'm Coach Klein and I'll be your second mother from this point forward. I'll expect your best at all times. Do you understand? I expect perfection from our team." The boys looked at each other and nodded at her, confused, as they listened to her lecture. "Ladies, get your pom-poms and line up please," said Mrs. Klein as they all got them from their backpacks and stood in line. "You newbies stand next to me and face the other girls, and try to watch their every move and follow along." The guys did their best to mimic them as they made move after move, soon they became exhausted after the first hour before she gave them a short break. She made two calls on her cell phone before returning and calling over the boys. "Ok, boys. I deal with this little football stunt every year, and every year I cut you boys some slack, but isn't it lucky for you I've decided not to this time," said Coach Klein, chuckling. "I just got off the phone with our Athletic Director and your head coach, and have been given permission to use you ladies for the competition. You see, I can definitely use two big strong ladies to flip the little ones, and I haven't figured out what to do with you yet Tommy, but I can see that big kick is amazing. I'll figure out how to use it. Welcome to the team girls, pending a few little details." "Wait, this is a joke right?" said Jamal. "You know we are preparing for the big game right?" "Yes, I do and you'll be coming to cheerleading practice every day after film study just like today," said Coach Klein. "I figured I'm short a few girls for this competition due to injuries, so I'll just have to use you ladies since you'll be here all week anyway. Now go into the office one at a time to see nurse Riley and then go see Mrs. Colombo. The nurse visit will go quick because you all have clearance from football, but Mrs. Colombo will need a few minutes. She'll size you, give you your consent forms for your parents, and create your portfolio. You go first curly cue." "Why?" said Tommy surprised. "Because I said so," said Coach Klein. "Now do as you're told, and don't ever question me again." "Yes sir," said Tommy walking away. "I mean. Yes mame. Yes coach." Tommy walked inside as nurse Riley already had his paperwork out. She quickly checked his chart, weighed him, and checked his heartbeat. "Good, Tommy," said the nurse. "Now just sit still and I'm going to take some blood and we're almost done." "Yes, mame," Tommy replied, easily giving some blood from his left arm. "Good luck in the competition sweetie," said the nurse. "See, wasn't that easy?." Tommy took the forms and walked to the next room, seeing Mrs. Colombo. She took thorough measurements and filled out fseveral forms as Tommy just stood there, at least it was better than cheer practice. "Ok honey," said Mrs. Colombo, pointing at the forms and the highlighting. "Sign here, here, and here. And when you get home, have your mother sign here, and congratulations on making the team honey." Tommy had no idea what he was signing as he nervously scribbled his name. "So, just so you know honey," said Mrs. Colombo, talking a mile a minute. "The white you are wearing is our home uniform, pink we wear on the road, and red for special occasions. Lucky for you, you do fit a size 8 perfectly, which is a standard size, and you'll be getting the pink and red uniforms to take home with you after practice. I'm going to also give you some more ankle socks, some bows and scrunchies, decals, and a list of our approved shadows and lipsticks. It'll take a few days for your warm up suit to be ready and your jacket, so be patient on that. I'm sure the other girls will help you with all this, and Coach Klein will notify you what to wear and when. Ok honey?" "Uuumm?" said Tommy, seeing all the papers he had now. "I guess so." "Ok, so one last thing and you can go back to practice," said Mrs. Colombo. "We've just got to start your portfolio honey. Put everything down and go stand on that X in front of the green screen." Tommy moved over and stood on the X as he was confused about what was happening. Without warning, she began snapping pictures from various angles and commanded him to smile. "Let's just get a little more color in there honey," said Mrs. Colombo. "Relax and let me just get a few action shots." She then took a red varsity cheer jacket, slipping him into it and then took out a big brush, rubbing it against his cheeks before working on his lips. She resumed snapping picture after picture as he stood there smiling and posing as she positioned him. She put a school sweater on him, handed him pom-poms, and had him jump in the air, kick, and raise his arms. "See, now we've got a good start," said Mrs. Colombo. "Enjoy the rest of your practice." Tommy returned to practice, until finally it was almost 7pm and it ended. He walked with the girls, texting his mother for a ride. "How did everything go today?" said Mrs. Watkins to Tommy and the girls as they walked over. "He did so well, Mrs. Watkins," said Mandy. "He's such a good sport and wow! What an amazing athlete." "So no one bothered you honey?" asked his mother, hugging him now. "Are you kidding mom?" said Tommy, giving her a look. "They abused me all day, but they did the same to Jamal and Charles. I'm tough. I dealt with it. Here." "What's all this?" said his mother. "Sign offs for cheerleading," said Tommy, shaking his head. "Apparently, since they are short girls and we'll be there all week. We are going to be officially on the team. We have to help in their competition on Sunday." "Really," said his mother, chuckling as she took the papers. "Sounds like fun girls, but I think you might want to go easy on the blush." "I know," Faith laughed. "That wasn't us. It was the photographer. She always does that to everyone when she does their pictures. She says if you don't, you look washed out." "That's true, I guess," said Mrs. Watkins. "You had to take pictures, Tommy?" "Every cheerleader has a little portfolio, and now the boys do as well, since they are on the team," Faith explained. "They use it for things like the program at the competition." "Oh, and here is his stuff, Mrs. Watkins," Mandy placed a series of bags in the back seat. "In the plastic bags are his other two cheer outfits, plus accessories and there's also more socks, underwear, and something to sleep in." "Tommy, make sure you sleep in those, because if any player shows up in the morning with us and you're out of character, we'll have a huge issue," Mandy demanded. "Are you kidding me?" said Tommy. "Honey, please. We wouldn't want that, after all this, would we?" said his mother, stopping him as they got in the car. "I'll take care of it girls, and I'll see you two in the morning." Tommy was exhausted when they got home and headed to his bedroom. His mother followed him upstairs and helped him out of the cheerleader outfit. She carefully removed the bow from his hair and took some makeup remover to his face. "Take a shower honey and wash and condition that hair really well. There's a lot of hairspray in it that you aren't used to," said his mother cutting out the tight scrunchie and running her fingers through the curls, separating them a bit. "I'll be in later when you get out, because you'll need some help to brush this hair out a bit, but I have to say at least for fun day, you really looked cute in all these curls." "That's not funny mom," said Tommy slamming the bathroom door. He relaxed in the hot water for twenty minutes, until finally he got out and wrapped a towel around himself as he entered his bedroom. He sighed, seeing some little lime green panties on his bed and a matching nightgown folded next to it. He shook his head and slipped on the panties and then pulled the nightgown over his head as his mother re-entered. She snapped the little button on the back of his neck, and then proceeded to sit next to him, brushing through his hair, stroke after stroke, section after section. Finally she finished and it didn't take him long to nod off to sleep. "Good morning sunshine," his mother woke him. "Come on and have some breakfast. The girls and another player are already here." Tommy nervously came downstairs, seeing the girls sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and seeing one of the senior players, Jeremy, from the defense. "Ok, all is under control," said Jeremy, quickly dialing a call. "Kicker is conforming. I'm going to see Charles now. Take care ladies." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief as Jeremy quickly left his house, and Mandy wasted no time digging through her bags. Faith got up now, borrowing his mother's iron and opening the ironing board before plugging it in. He watched as she opened some of the new packages he received last night, and proceeded dressing him in his new pink road uniform. "We're not leaving the school today, are we?" whined Tommy as Mandy began sectioning his hair and brushing through it over and over now. "No, but coach likes to switch uniforms, to see how we look as a group," Mandy kept brushing away. "Plus it's a test to make sure you are paying attention, so never show up in the wrong color or forget it, she gets crazy. She's a perfectionist!" "If you go with what we talked about, you can convert to this pretty easily Mandy," said his mother, fingering through a magazine and pointing. "I like this the best out of what you said is available. If you want, I can even do that for you after I pick him up from practice." "Oh, that could be fun," said Mandy looking over her shoulder at his mother. "Ok, I know we have that in an eight and I'll bring it later. I wouldn't want you to have to do the work though, Mrs. Watkins. I'll do it." "Let's see how much time you have later girls," said Mrs. Watkins. "I'd be happy to help, and all I'd have to do is brush out the bottom and add a few twists." "Here Tommy," said Faith handing him some freshly pressed little pink panties with delicate little satin trim on them. "We'll turn around." Tommy knew the drill now as he turned around, dropping his lime green panties and pulling up the pink ones. When he finished, Mandy undid the little button of his nightgown and lifted it over his head. Faith now slid the little gel bra over his arms before fastening it in the back, before getting his outfit off the ironing board. She knelt in front of him now as he stepped into it, and like yesterday he was again wearing a cute little cheerleader dress. Before he could even blink, Mandy zipped him up in the back. She took her plastic cape now, completely covering his outfit and snapping it around his neck as he saw Faith kneeling in front of him, slipping on his little socks. Mandy now returned to brushing his hair, only this time stretching it, combing through it from end to end on each side. "What are you guys talking about mom?" said Tommy, listening in. "Nothing honey. Just girls stuff," said his mother, shutting him up. "You want to talk about hair and dresses now too." "No," whined Tommy. "Good," said Mandy straightening his forehead with her hand. "Now try to be still please, or your hair will be crooked." She dug the rattail of her comb in to his scalp, flipping his hair back and forth from in front of him now, before inserting a big clip on either side of his head. When she finished, she went behind him again, digging the rattail through his hair as she tugged on the right side now. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her digging through a plastic container and sliding some thick brown rubber bands over her wrists as she once again had bags and boxes spread out over the table. She unwound the cords on two different curling irons, plugging them in, and her blow dryer. "Be still, please," said Mandy with a scrunchie between her teeth from the right side of him now. She brushed his hair over and over, maybe twenty times as she gathered more and more of it, until she was satisfied and wound in the scrunchie loosely. She now moved to the left, brushing over and over before digging her comb down the middle of his head and he felt her pulling some small strands of hair. Again she brushed six or seven times, before this time wrapping the scrunchie just behind his head and tugging on the ends of his hair, tightening it. She moved back again to the right side, releasing the scrunchie, then again seven or eight brushes before he felt it snap tightly under his right ear. She stepped in front of him now, as she took a large tube of clear gel and squirted it into her left palm, as Faith took the chance to slip on his shoes, tying them up. When she finished, Mandy stepped back in, spreading it all across the top of his head as she softly took her comb, pulling through his hair as she worked. "You think that is good, or higher?" said Mandy, studying her work. "No, I think that'll work," Faith lay out his makeup now. "If you go much higher, they'll be out too much. " "You're right," said Mandy as Faith began dabbing at his face. "Be really still Tommy, because we're going to work together now honey." Mandy opened the new small plastic bag filled with team colored hair accessories, as Tommy felt her twisting one into his hair on the left side. She then took her ? barreled curling iron and walked behind him, working on the left side of his hair, pulling a small section into her fingers as she sprayed it and twisted in her iron. Faith now took a chocolate brown pencil to his eyes, thinly lining the inner part of his lids. She then curled and separated his lashes, before softly coating them with her wand. Mandy continued tugging at his hair as she moved to the right side now, as Faith opened a large pallet filled with pinks. She started with his cheeks with her large brush, and then returned to his eyelids, blending from the outside inward as he closed his eyes. She took a pastel colored pencil, outlining his lips now and then dipped what looked like a little paintbrush into her pallet and painted softly upon his lips. "Rub 'em Tommy," said Faith as she swished his lips. "Tastes like watermelon," said Tommy. "Yeah," Faith teasied him. "Boys do like watermelon." "What does that mean!" said Tommy, getting angry. "Close your eyes and relax," said Mandy, spraying his entire head for a minute.. "Oh please!" said Faith, unstrapping his head. "Don't get angry at us. You chose to play football, not us." "Everyone chill," Mandy laughed as she took his hand. "Trust me, no one will see you as a tough football player right now, so let's just take it easy, honey." Tommy now looked at his reflection as she led him to the large hallway mirror, again seeing a young high school cheerleader staring back at him. He already knew that he was in the road pink uniform, which had red and white striping on the sleeves, neckline and across the bottom of the pleated skirt. His makeup was again simple and not overly done, except this time he wore a brighter crimson pink lip gloss which matched his outfit. His hair had been parted down the middle and arranged into two low hanging curly pigtails, each of which were secured behind a dainty pink and white bow, which peeked out from beneath each ear. It was a weird sensation as the stiff curls slapped him in the face as he snapped his neck around, giving Mandy a dirty look. He could see the girls chuckle as they could see he was annoyed. He took his fingers removing a few hairs that stuck to his lips, and felt the stiffness of the series of tightly wound curls as he oddly tugged at a pigtail.. "Pigtails, are you kidding me?" said Tommy, rolling his eyes and feeling his forehead. "I thought that might be what you were doing, but I said to myself, no they wouldn't do that to me." "What can I say Tommy, except they are so cute on you," said Mandy. "It's no big deal," said Faith grabbing two scrunchies. "Look, Mandy and I will do pigtails too if it makes you feel better." "Yeah, so much better," Tommy replied sarcastically, before seeing a flash as he turned away from the mirror. "Sorry honey," said his mother, snapping a picture. "Just one more. Smile Tommy." "Mom!!" Tommy whined as she hugged him.. "Sorry honey," said his mother, as she grabbed her bag. "I've got to run to work now. Have fun today. You look so cute in pigtails honey. Stop being so grumpy, and have fun with it." As his mother ran out the door, the girls quickly changed into their pink outfits and all three were out the door in pigtails. He took his backpack and headed to the bus stop, as the girls drove off as usual. He boarded the bus with less issue this time, until he felt some tugging on his pigtails from behind as some of the kids teased him. "Pretty in pink today, piggy girl," teased a boy as he tugged on Tommy's right pigtail. As Tommy snapped his head around, pissed off, he felt another boy tug on the other side. "Do you wear those under your helmet, kicker?" teased another. "Leave him alone, you assholes," said another cheerleader on the bus, that he had seen at practice.. "Thanks, but it's ok," said Tommy, composing himself and looking ready to kill them. "I can handle these wimps." "Cool," said the girl, blowing a bubble as she sat next to him now. "I'm Sandy. I'm a freshman, and I know who you are." "I bet. Nice to meet you," Tommy chuckled. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you're on our team, and just like football players, we cheerleaders stick together," said Sandy as the bus pulled up. "Thanks, I guess," said Tommy. "See you later." "Cool," said Sandy as they walked off the bus. "And I think you look great rocking the tails. Don't let the jerks get you down, because they're jealous. See you at 4:30. Bye." The day moved along for Tommy as he tried to ignore the constant ribbing throughout the hallways. He again sat with his team at lunch, and hooked up with the girls on break so they could freshen up his makeup and fix his hair. He again attended film study as the guys resumed their ruthless teasing of all three of the boys in pink ,until their coach interrupted, tossing a newspaper in front of Tommy. "Nice article, kicker," said the coach, shaking his head. They all looked over his shoulder as their eyes widened, seeing the headlines. Tommy's jaw dropped at reading it. "Tom Boy wins it for Polk High," said the headline. "What the fuck," said Tommy, startled as he read it. "No way." "When you think of Polk High, you think of a team that has just come up short for the last century, but not this year. With two seconds on the clock, Polk High School oddly elected to attempt a 46 yard field goal, which would be not only the longest in school history, but also the longest ever attempted by their coach. I for one had no confidence that this kick would have any chance of being made but neither it seemed did anyone else in the crowd. But we were stunned, seeing what appeared to be their smallest player running out on to the field and lining up. I looked down, struggling to see the player's last name as I could only make out a "W" as the rest of it was covered by a long mane of hair that protruded from the helmet across the shoulder pads. The next thing we see is the crowd going wild as the kicker bombed the kick right through, with apparent ease. Interestingly, what I found out yesterday was that the Polk High player was not only their kicker, but also their third string quarterback, and their fastest player. Now this is some athlete, but there's a lot more to the story because that player is Tammy, aka Tommy or Tom Boy Watkins. Ms. Watkins is a tremendous athlete that the Polk High coaching staff has found to be extremely versatile, after transferring to the school this year. She plays on special teams, is the kicker, supposedly can throw a ball fifty yards, and by the way just made the Varsity cheerleading team. The first parts were tough to imagine as I interviewed this extremely shy 5'3" and modest Polk High hero, who looked more like she just stepped out of a salon, with curls bouncing everywhere and in her cheer uniform. Certainly not looking like some sweaty football star. Football has come a long way at Polk High folks, and things like this make me proud to be Polk High alum. Tammy, you go girl! Good luck in the playoffs Polk High, and we're glad to have a Tom Boy on our side!" The guys in the locker room were crying, they were laughing so hard as their coach just shook his head and patted Tommy on the back. "Don't worry about it Tommy," said his coach, walking out now. "Stuff like this everyone forgets in no time. Back to film study everyone." Tommy could no longer concentrate, as his team mates showed him no mercy in their teasing. He tried to stay tough and focused, as his team captain Tyrone came over and calmed down the team. "Hey, focus everyone," said Tryone. "Without this kicker, we don't win! I expect you guys to support our team. Kickers need full confidence, and obviously Tommy continues to be a great sport this week." Tommy felt a lot better now, after knowing his team had his back. It didn't totally stop them from teasing him, but at least he knew he was important to them. When film study ended, he walked outside, seeing the girls waiting to take them to practice. "You ok?" said Mandy, kissing his cheek. "We heard the news, and your mom texted me." "She heard too?!" whined Tommy. "Yes, call her please." Mandy handed him her phone. Tommy chatted with his mom, and she reassured him, just like the team, that it was no big deal as he walked off with the girls to cheerleading practice. As they got to practice a few minutes early, they saw a few football players talking to an older gentleman and pointing their way. The gentleman walked over and interrupted them, seemingly looking Tommy up and down. "Tommy right?" said the man. "May I have a word with you? My name is Mr. Stuben from the Elden College." "Yes, sir" Said Tommy, extending his hand. "Sure." "I saw you kick on Sunday. Congratulations," said Mr. Stuben. "Thank you sir," Tommy answered politely. "Now I'm here because I evaluate Student Athletes for scholarships," said Mr. Stuben. "Is that something you'd be interested in discussing." "Wow, of course sir," said a stunned Tommy. "Now, with Polk High students being predominantly underprivileged financially, we constantly look at some of their student athletes who have achievements and good grades," said Mr. Stuben. "When I looked at your records and saw you play this year, I knew you were a candidate, but now you have thrown me some curveballs son." "Sorry, no curve balls sir," said Tommy pointing at his hair and skirt. "You mean this." "Tommy, I mean plenty of curve balls son," said Mr. Stuben. "I pulled your grades which are excellent for any student athlete with a 96 average. Now that will become more impressive, since I see you play two sports." "Two sports sir?" said Tommy, confused. "Yes, cheerleading and football," said Mr. Stuben. "I can't and won't ask questions about your gender orientation Tommy, but your football coach speaks of you glowingly, and you've got a wonderful cheer portfolio online at the school's site." "Sir, I didn't even know that was there," said Tommy looking at the pictures Mr. Stuben printed off the school website of him as a cheerleader. "I just took those yesterday." "We'll be looking into your background further, so save us both some time and tell me now if I will find you on any strange websites or in non- flattering pictures," said Mr. Stuben, pointing at him. "No, sir. Never," said Tommy. "Just today's paper, but it's a nice article and just has a few mistakes." "I saw it Tommy, and I'm happy you admitted it to me," said Mr. Stuben. "Should I refer to you as Tammy now?" "No sir, please. I want I shot at this scholarship," Tommy pleaded. "This is not how I normally am. It's a football thing sir. A rookie thing." "I'm sorry?" said Mr. Stuben confused. "Enlighten me on that." "You know a hazing type thing, sir," Tommy winked. "Tammy, time to start, hero," yelled Mrs. Watkins, waving the newspaper. "Stop bullshitting and get your pretty little ass over here girl!" "I'll let you go now," said Mr. Stuben. "You'll get a letter if we decide to consider you." "Thank you sir," said Tommy, jogging off to cheer practice. Tommy followed his coach as everyone had a nice long practice.. When it was over, he was happy to get in his mother's car as he was starving, and surprised that it ended a bit early. "Hey honey," said his mother hugging him, as they drove home. "You ok with the newspaper and everything." "I'd rather not talk about it mom, but I will say that after they made fun of me for an hour, Tryone stepped in and stuck up for me and shut everyone up," said Tommy. "Now, let me tell you something important. Something totally unexpected." "Sure honey, of course," said his mother. "Ok, well after film study, a college recruiter approached me and asked about my sports and grades," said Tommy excitedly. "He said they are evaluating kids for scholarships." "I know honey. I was hoping he would find you, and it would be ok," said his mother. "He called the house and left a message on the machine looking for you." "Well, he found me. Obviously it was weird dressed like this, but I told him it was a rookie hazing thing, so it seemed ok for him," said Tommy. "You told him that?" said Trisha, surprised. "I thought you can't speak of that to anyone, or you could get cut off the team or get everyone into trouble." "No one heard," said Tommy. "It's fine." They went home and had dinner. At 7:00 pm, his doorbell rang. "Hey Mrs. Watkins," said Mandy, handing her some bags. "Thanks for doing this. Are you sure?" "Please, it's no problem. I raised a daughter a long time ago, so it's no big deal," said Trisha, taking the packages. "Have fun tonight, ladies." "What's that about?" Tommy asked "I have no school tomorrow. I just have film study in the morning and cheerleading at 4:30, and that stupid charity stuff with the football team at lunch time." "Honey, every group is involved in a charity event," said his mother. "It's a wonderful thing to do and participate in." "Yeah, I know," said Tommy. "I'm doing it with the team. I understand." "Ah no, you don't honey," said Trisha. "Remember you signed the papers last night. You are doing it tonight with the other cheerleaders." "Are you kidding? I'm tired," Tommy whined. "I was just going to change out of this stupid outfit." "Yeah, you are and I have your outfit for tonight right here," said Trisha. "Now don't give me a hard time, because I have no patience for bullshit, especially when it comes to charity work. We may be much poorer than we were years ago, but we are lucky to have a roof over our heads and food on the table! Do you understand that?!" "Yes mom," said Tommy, feeling guilty now. "Sorry." "That's better honey," His mother took an open bristled brush from her bag. "Sit still and let me get you ready honey." Tommy sat meekly at the kitchen chair as his mother proceeded to brush the curls from each pigtail. She stroked over and over, before she placed the brush down and removed the scrunchie and bow from the right side. When she finished, she seemed to section his hair with the end of her rat tailed comb and then twisted it a few times before he felt it hanging loosely. She repeated it on the other side before she stepped in front of him and checked her work. She stood behind him now, unzipping his cheerleader costume and helping him out of it as she handed him some new white panties. "I'm not looking, honey," said Trisha, turning her back. "Take off your sneakers and socks and then change your underwear. You've been in them all day." Tommy followed her instructions and then sat back down as his mother now slipped some new little white ankle socks on his feet. They were a little different than the cheerleader socks, as they had flowing lace ruffles all around his ankle as he kicked his feet, looking at them oddly. She now worked from behind him as she tugged softly at his right pigtail and then repeated it again on his left as he sat there, knowing the drill. "Ok, sweetie stand up," said his mother from behind him. "Put your arms up and be careful putting your head through, because I don't want to get any makeup on your outfit. Eyes closed, chin down and I'll guide it on honey." Tommy held his arms upward, feeling the outfit slide over his arms and then his head as he stood still for his mother, while she guided it into place. When he felt it pass his chin and her tugging on it, straightening it, he looked down. "What kind of cheerleading outfit is this?" said Tommy. "Honey, it's not," Trisha giggled as he felt her buttoning it up his back now. "What do you mean, mom. It looks like some checkered farm thing," whined Tommy. "Mom, they'll kill me if I don't wear the cheerleader uniform. I've already had a bad enough day." "Honey, they won't," Trisha explained as she fastened the last button. "All the cheerleaders will be in costumes tonight for charity. Just like you will." "They'll all be farmers?" said Tommy, very confused now. "No honey," said Trisha, laughing at her confused son as she opened a shoe box, showing him his shoes. "They'll all be characters from movies and tv that young people can relate to. When the girls showed me the choices of outfits they had that would fit you, we all agreed that this would be perfect for you." "Wait, you picked this mom?" said Tommy, shocked, as she knelt slipping on his first shoe. "Holy crap! This is no farm girl costume! Now way mom. This will be so embarrassing." "Oh please. It's adorable honey," said his mother slipping on the other shoe. "Go see now." Tommy quickly raced over to the mirror and almost cried as he saw his reflection. The blue and white checkered gingham jumper flowed as he moved, and ended just below his knees and crossed his chest as it was held in place with two thick straps. Under it was a white blouse with short puffy sleeves and a high collar, with simple blue detailing around the neck and arms. He lifted his right foot, seeing his little ruffled ankle socks and was sick to his stomach staring at his ruby red slippers, which sparkled everywhere. "I'm Dorothy, mom," whined Tommy. "I can't believe you dressed me as Dorothy." "Well, honey it was easier and much cuter than the alternatives. I had to choose from costumes that the school's theatre department had in your size," Trisha lectured him. "Plus we figured with the curly pigtails you had earlier, it would be easy for me to brush them out and then style them into french braids which I stopped just at the base of the neck. You still have the nice curls. I just made them look looser, and then I put in the pony tail holders low on the pigtails and tied in blue ribbons over the top of the pony tail holders." "I wasn't looking for an explanation, mom," whined Tommy. "I just thought I was not going to be some little sissy character." "Well, it's too bad, you jcan just embrace this week and have fun with it Tommy, like I have," Yelled his mother at him. "When I hear you talk like this, you actually sound more like the little whiney sissy that you don't want to be, than who you actually are. Now face me for a moment, and let's get moving!" Trisha took out a tube of light red lipstick and put her left hand under his chin while carefully filling his lips with color with her right. He followed her to the car as she drove him to school. As he walked into the large auditorium, he saw the other cheerleaders all dressed in different costumes. Faith had dressed as a Fairy and Mandy was dressed as Alice in Wonderland. "Hi," said Tommy, walking over to them. "Well hello, Dorothy," said Faith. "Very nice!" "See, I knew this would be cute on him," Mandy smiled. "Where's Jamal and Charles?" said Tommy." I hope they look as ridiculous as me." "Oh, please," Mandy laughed. "You my dear are very pretty. Those two are disasters. We barely found anything that could fit them. Look over there." Mandy pointed over to Jamal and Charles, as Tommy cracked a smile. "What are they actually supposed to be?" said Tommy. "Well, Jamal is a Greek goddess in a big white sheet with fig leaves on his head, and Jamal is witch," said Faith. "It's the best we could do on short notice. Now come on." They all walked over to their coach and got their assignments. Tommy's was fairly easy as he was the coat check girl and then simply walked around selling raffle tickets. The other girls performed waitress duties as Jamal and Charles simply bussed the tables and served drinks. They posed for some pictures with some people in character. Tommy hated it but gave little fake smiles, complying with the requests. Near the end, they lined up in cheerleader formation that they had learned, doing there most basic cheer as the crowd applauded them. They all then got their final assignments, cleaning and putting things away as the crowd headed home. "See, that wasn't so bad. Was it?" said Mandy, grabbing his arm as they walked out together. "We do this a few times a year, and I always feel good after I help for charity." "I guess not, and it was for a good cause," said Tommy, happy it was over and fairly tired after all the clean up they did. "I have charity with the football team tomorrow, but I guess it's always good to give back." "See, now that's the right attitude, Dorothy," Faith joinied them now and flicked his right pigtail. "Tommy, you need to get to the locker room asap," said a player, interrupting them. "We are having an emergency team meeting. Girls, Tyrone asked for you to come as well." Everyone hurried to the locker room, running inside as Tyrone stood there with the other captains. "Sit down ladies and rookies," said Tryone. "For decades now, we have participated in little team building stunts like we are now in the midst of, and for decades now the trust of our football brotherhood has never let us down. I am disgusted to inform you that this trust has now been broken, and broken under my leadership." "Are you shitting me?" said Jamal. "It wasn't me Cap!" "Who the hell was it?" screeched Charles, as he looked at Tommy. "Not me either," yelled Tommy. "I love the team!" "Really Tommy!! Tommy, I'm going to ask you this directly, and you better tell me the truth," screamed Tyrone at him. "Did you not speak to a college recruiter today and tell him that in fact you were not a cheerleader and that this was part of rookie hazing." "Oh shit," said Tommy covering his mouth. "Well not exactly. I just kind of panicked when he said they were considering me for a scholarship! I mean I didn't realize it would be an issue." "Bullshit, asshole," said Tyrone, grabbing him by his pigtail now and dragging him across the room. "Tyrone, stop," yelled Mandy, jumping up to help him. "Stay out of this shit, Mandy," said Tyrone, as two captains held his arms behind his back now and forced him to his knees. "Did you or did you not tell a recruiter you were part of a rookie hazing stunt?" "Well I.. I," stuttered Tommy. "Tommy, last chance to be truthful or you are going to start to learn what it's like for girls to struggle to speak," said Tryone, forcing his face inches from his crotch as he held both pigtails now. "We'll see how well you speak after you meet the one eyed monster." "I did. I'm sorry. Please don't make me do that," screamed Tommy. "I'll do anything you ask Tyrone. I just panicked when I thought I might have a chance for a scholarship. I'm sorry. We are poor. I need it to go to college." "We are all poor, asshole," said Tyrone, throwing him to the floor now. "You are one lucky little bitch Tommy. Lucky that that individual recruiter is an Alumni of this school and is cool with our hazing stunts. If he didn't, you could ruin the entire program and get us all put on probation. Then what? Then everyone of us poor people would lose our chance for scholarships." "I didn't know. I'm sorry. I panicked," whined Tommy.. "Pack your shit white boy. You are off the team!" said Tyrone nastily. "You are crying like a little baby. We don't need any big mouth babies around here." "No please. Coach likes me. You need a kicker," begged Tommy. "Please, I'm sorry. You can trust me. I won't fuck up again. Please give me a second chance. Please. Please." "Tyrone, please. He's one of us," said Mandy, grabbing Tyrone. "Don't do this." Tyrone looked at the other captains and they whispered to each other. Tyrone shook his head as they talked, and finally they came to a judgment. "Alright bitch, here are the conditions and it's against my better judgment, but the fellas all want to cut you some slack!" said Tyrone, lecturing him. "You will from now on never, and I mean never, be alone. You will have a chaperone 24 x7 and even at home, as one of these two other players or Mandy or Faith will be with you at all times. If you fuck up even for a second, I will personally kick your ass and make sure you are expelled from this school and you know I can make that happen. From this point forward, you will do anything and everything I say without even a moment's hesitation. Is all of this understood?" "Yes Tyrone," said Tommy, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Thank you. Thank you." "Get up sissy," said Tyrone, kicking him to the floor with his foot now. "We start treating you like the fucking little baby that you are immediately. You ladies wait here." Tommy was a little stunned and got up without hesitation, dusting himself off and trying to avoid eye contact with Tyrone. When he stood up, two large linebackers grabbed his arms and escorted him across the locker room and into the trainer's room, closing the door behind them. "Get on the trainer's table," said Tyrone, as Tommy took a deep breath and hopped up, sitting down on it. One of the linebackers pushed him down so he was now lying flat on his back as they pulled a strap across his chest and another across his stomach. They lifted his legs now into the air, with a linebacker each firmly gripping his ankles as Tyrone walked between his legs and held up a small scissor, making a snipping motion in the air. "Tyrone please," whined Tommy, as he was beginning to freak out for a moment. "I told you I'd never screw up again." "I'm not snipping that you sissy, but you're going to need some new panties," said Tyrone, as everyone was laughing at him now. "Now be still, or we could have a little problem." Tommy froze, feeling the cold metal against his crotch area as Tyrone snipped across his left thigh, followed by his right. When he finished, he took the cut up panties, twirling them around his finger in front of Tommy's eyes, before shoving them into his mouth, partially gagging him. Tommy now remembered that smell of the hot wax as he looked over, seeing one of the players bringing it his way on a little tray as they lifted his skirt up much higher now, blocking his vision in that direction. Within seconds, the nauseating feeling of the wax touching his most sensitive area filled his mind as the boys tightened their grip on his ankles pulling his legs wide open. He almost blacked out, feeling the ripping as the guys could hardly contain themselves laughing as he convulsed with every tear. Luckily, it was over quickly, as they finally dropped his ankles and released him as he sat up, attempting to compose himself and spitting out his panties. "Baby smooth!" said Tyrone, looking right into his eyes. "Now I don't think we'll have any other trouble here. Correct?" "No," said Tommy, wiping his tears away again as he sat up. "Go the fuck home, Dorothy," said Tyrone, walking away with the other players. "Go outside and call your mother to pick you up, while I speak with your babysitters!" Tommy went outside and called his mother for his ride as he worked on gathering his composure. He made sure to hold his hands in from of him, insuring that his skirt was staying down as he felt the cool breeze on his panty less body as he stood silently for twenty minutes until his mother arrived. As she got there, Mandy jumped in the car with them as she was on duty as the first chaperone. "You ok, honey?" said Trisha. "Yes mom, it's just been a bad night that's all," said Tommy. "I know dear," said Trisha. "I've been on the phone with Mandy while I drove here. Everything will be fine." Trisha stopped by Mandy's house as she ran in and came back out with her suitcase. They stopped at CVS as Mandy made a quick pit stop before they finally arrived at Tommy's home. "Mrs. Watkins, I'll help Tommy get ready for bed if you'd like," said Mandy pleasantly. "That would be wonderful dear," said Trisha. "I'll make up the couch for you honey while you help Tommy change." Mandy unbuttoned his costume and took some wash cloths to his face. She then handed him a nightgown, some panties, and a tube of cr?me before hugging him. "I'll see you in the morning," said Mandy, kissing his cheek. "That cr?me will help take away some of the sting for tonight, so at least you can get some rest." Tommy took the cr?me into the bathroom and felt the stinging of his own touch as he rubbed it on. He stepped into the panties and pulled the nightgown over his head and he was asleep in minutes.