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Tom Boy
By Jena Corso
Edited By Angela Myers
Part 4
Tommy's knees were shaking as he stood on the bus stop, watching the
mini-van pull away and seeing the big yellow school bus pull up. He
froze as it stopped and saw the door swing open, the driver staring at
him.
"Let's go missy!" said an elderly nun as she stood up as Tommy entered
the bus. "Do you need an invitation dear. You are Miss Watkins,
correct?"
"Yes, sister."
"Sit with the other seventh and eighth graders in the back, please," the
nun directed him.
He walked to the back of the bus and sat alone as it made other stops,
picking up more girls. He noticed three or four different types of
uniforms as everyone sat silently as the bus finally arrived at the
nursing home.
"Now, everyone stay in line and proceed to your assignment in an orderly
fashion please," said the sister as they exited the bus.
Tommy followed his group quietly, trying to blend in, as he looked over
seeing some of the players from his football team staring at him as they
noticed his arrival. He could see some of their chuckles as his group
was lead right past them towards the cafeteria.
"Ouch... asshole," murmured Tommy, as he looked over his shoulder, feeling
a slight pinch on his ass as he walked by.
"You got a foul mouth I see, Miss Watkins," said the sister as he winced
in pain, feeling the force of her yard stick across his thigh.
"But he," Tommy replied, as the sister quickly stopped him mid-
sentence.
"All I care about is what you do young lady, regardless of what those
hoodlum football players do or say," said the sister. "Now you will
represent your school and young women with nothing but the finest
behaviour. Do we understand each other, Miss Watkins?"
"Yes sister," said Tommy, looking away.
"Good, now start on the toilets," said the sister, handing him some
gloves and a bucket. "That should help you understand your place here
young lady."
Tommy put on the long gloves and scrubbed the eight toilets before
feeling tension on both of his pigtails from behind.
"You're doing well, Tammi," said Tyrone, as Tommy looked up at him.
"Don't fuck this up or I'll enroll you for real with the nuns."
Tommy scrubbed a few more toilets before returning with his group. He
quietly chipped in, helping with many small ladies' tasks like dishes,
cleaning, and laundry as the players painted, cut the lawn, and helped
fix up the nursing home. It was annoying as whenever a player would pass
him, he would feel a little tug on a pigtail or a whisper teasing him,
until finally the sister caught one of the boys.
"So, you two like to play I see," said the sister, grabbing each of them
by an ear. "Enough of this nonsense, and Tammi, I can't believe I have
an issue with you again."
"But sister, I did nothing!" said Tommy.
"Do you know this boy, because the way you looked at him you two seem to
know each other?" Said the sister. "Obviously you volunteered to be here
today to spend time with him instead of for the right reason, which is
to provide good community service like everyone else. Now, I'll ask you
again and don't lie to me. Do you know this boy?"
"Yes, sister," Tommy replied, afraid of her now.
"I thought so," said the sister. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"No sister," said Tommy.
"Don't lie to me," said the sister, now watching him hard as he dropped
to his knees.
"No sister, please," said Tommy, crying now. "I have no boyfriend."
"Follow me, young lady." The sister grabbed him by his collar and pulled
him across the room. "Empty and clean all the bed pans. Now get moving,
and no gloves."
Everyone immediately scurried back to their tasks as Tommy was grossed
out, scrubbing and washing the bed pans. After cleaning thirty bed pans,
he disinfected his hands and finally returned as everyone was being put
back on the bus. He sat quietly until they arrived at his stop, never
happier to see his mother and Mandy waiting for him.
As he got off the bus, his mother was interrupted by the sister who gave
her an earful as Tommy got in the car with Mandy. After a few minutes,
his mother joined them and they drove off.
"Honey, I almost can't believe you misbehaved," said Trisha. "Sister
actually recommended I enroll you in her high school when you're old
enough. She said she'll make a good girl out of you if I don't."
"Very funny," said Tommy, sullenly, as his mother and Mandy chuckled.
"No, that's really what she said," said Trisha. "You never seem to stay
out of trouble, even dressed like this! I mean what is it going to take
to calm you down? This all could have been simple, but you made it
difficult. I mean do you want to be kept in pigtails and diapers until
you are eighteen, or maybe you do want to be sent to an all-girls
private school?"
"Mom, stop please. You know that's ridiculous! I'm calm, mom," said
Tommy as they pulled up in his driveway. "I'm not trying to cause
trouble. Shit is just happening to me."
Tommy slammed the door as they went inside. Mandy helped him out of his
school clothing and quickly changed him, as he was never happier to be
in his white cheerleader outfit. He sat patiently as she did his makeup
and added some matching cheer ribbons to his pigtail braids.
"Before you leave Tommy, please make sure you call Kevin," said his
mother. "Remember his sweet sixteen party is Saturday night and he's
left you two messages."
"Obviously, I can't go like this. I can't go anywhere until after the
cheer competition on Sunday, when I'm back to normal," whined Tommy.
"I'll call him now."
Tommy phoned his long time best friend from the old neighborhood and
left a message on his answering machine, telling him he could not come.
He then left with Mandy, heading for cheerleading practice as Faith came
to pick them up. Practice was fairly uneventful as Tommy was easily
handing the routines, as his cheer coach praised his work. As usual,
Trisha picked him up after practice and again Mandy came home with him,
sleeping on the couch.
In the morning, they were back to their usual routine as Mandy greeted
him after his morning shower and slipped on his gel bra, giving him some
shape. She handed him some pink panties and helped him dress in his pink
road cheerleader outfit as Faith arrived, working on removing his nail
polish from his fingers. As Mandy blew his hair dry, he watched her lay
out the false nails, and it didn't take long for him to have them glued
on again. When she finished, she worked on his face as Mandy brushed his
hair across his head and to the left side, over and over into his palm.
After a few minutes, she took the thick scrunchie from her teeth and
wound it tightly into his hair before taking a thin flat iron and
twisting as she slowly moved into his hair. When she released it, she
dug her fingers through his hair, picking through it as Faith was
glossing up his lips now. Mandy then brushed through his bangs and then
took a large curling iron, quickly curling them downward, before
spraying his entire head and then they were off.
"Your sweater came in," said Faith, tossing it to him. "Wear it. It's
chilly and rainy today."
Tommy slipped him arms into the white school sweater, which was trimmed
in red and pink and had a large red "P" on the left side. He glanced at
his reflection in his familiar pink cheer outfit ,seeing himself
perfectly made up as always. His hair was done more simply today, as it
all hung from behind his left ear in a wavy side pony with the exception
of his perfectly rolled under bangs. His makeup was also simply done,
with the exception of the glossy coral pink lips and big lashes, but
what stood out to him now were his pretty pink stud earrings shining in
the mirror.
As always he grabbed his backpack and headed down to take the bus. He
walked past the usual jests and sat quietly. When he got to school, he
seemed to even blend in more easily, hearing a few blonde jokes now from
some players but actually getting some compliments from a couple of
girls who loved his hair. Tommy went about the business of his normal
classes, as all had seemed to settle down from yesterday as he kept a
low profile, met up with the girls for touch ups, and seemed to be past
yesterday's day of humiliation. As he headed for film study, he was
greeted by Mr. Stuben, just prior to the entrance.
"Tommy, can I have a word please," said Mr. Stuben, surprising Tommy.
"Of course sir," said Tommy, happy to see him.
"Do you prefer Tommy or Tammi?" said Mr. Stuben, lifting Tommy's name
plate.
"Uumm, doesn't matter sir," said Tommy, politely looking over at his
teammates who were eavesdropping.
"Ok, well I guess it's Tammi at the moment then," said Mr. Stuben. "Well
Tammi, we have decided after really looking into your background that we
are going to grant you an interview. I've send a letter of instructions
to your house and my office has scheduled for your interview. Good luck
to you."
"Thank you so much sir," said Tommy, shaking Mr. Stuben's hand. "You
won't be disappointed sir."
"I hope not, and I'll be observing your performances," said Mr. Stuben.
"By the way, I think some of the pictures in your timeline were very
tasteful. I can honestly say I've never seen a portfolio like yours
before, but it is filling out nicely. Good luck at the pep rally
tonight, and I'll see you there."
Tommy staggered into film study, excited about the interview and curious
about what he meant about the portfolio. He looked over, seeing Charles
and Jamal back in their cheerleaders outfits and felt better that he was
not alone. He paid close attention during film study and when it ended,
met up with Mandy and Faith outside.
"We are in the pep rally tonight?" said Tommy, quizzing them as soon as
he saw them. "And did someone do a timeline in my cheerleading
portfolio?"
"Yes and yes honey," said Faith, dragging him away. "We'll talk about
this later, as we can't be late for practice."
Tommy shook his head, following them over and began limbering up for
cheer practice. He followed Mrs. Klein's instruction carefully, as they
went through their regular routine before doing a walkthrough of what to
expect at the pep rally.
"Ok, ladies. This will be a nice tune up, especially for you new girls,"
said Mrs. Klein. "I expect to see pom-poms flying and dancing with max
energy. We'll begin with routine six and end with routine nine. Take
your time on your flips and let's have fun ladies. Ok, bus leaves in
forty five minutes, so have a few energy bars and get to work on your
hair and makeup. Let's get it right tonight."
The girls jumped in excitement, as Tommy followed them into their locker
room. Immediately Mandy pulled out his side pony and quickly separated
his hair, filling his head with hot rollers. We watched as Mandy did the
same to Faith now and then Faith to Mandy as he sat there, accepted as
one of the girls. Mandy now was measuring and clipping some false
lashes as Faith began painting a liquid liner on his lids. He watched as
she transformed her eyes from small and simple into thickly outlined and
before he knew it, she was quickly gluing some thick lashes on his lids.
She followed with three or four coats of mascara and then he saw the
glitter being mixed with some glue and brushed onto his eyelids. When
she finished, she rubbed a dark pink blush on herself and then him,
giving him ultra-shiny magenta pink lips.
He looked around seeing all the other girls heavily made up in the same
color palettes as he was, and began choking with the amount of hairspray
that was filling the room.
"Easy," laughed Mandy, as she continued plastering his head. "Don't suck
it in."
After a few minutes, she began removing the hot rollers from her hair
and then his, as he sat there. When she finished, she took her pick,
digging a bit into the back of his head and quickly now he felt her
pulling it back tightly from behind his bangs. He felt some combs
digging across his scalp, and before he knew it, he was again almost
overcome in hairspray.
"You look gorgeous," said Mandy. "Come on."
Tommy almost couldn't believe his own eyes, seeing his face heavily made
up with huge thick lashes, bright pink lips that shined like glass, and
pink glitter all over his eyelids. His hair had been pulled back tightly
behind his bangs and was poofed up in big loose glitter filled curls
behind a thick pink sequin head band, which was embedded into his hair
with a series of clips and combs. He looked all around at the other
girls and recognized they had been made up in a similar fashion, and
realized he was nothing more than just another girl in the line of
cheerleaders now. They left and got on the bus as he sat quietly as the
girl's chitter chatter seemed to never end. Finally as they arrived at
their rival school, and the girls exited the bus.
They waited quietly until it was time to work as they hit the hardwood,
dancing and cheering as their basketball squad was introduced. Tommy did
his best cheering and performing the routines, as no one seemed to
single him out and he blended in well. When they were finished, the
girls were huddling together, congratulating each other as Mandy and
Faith hugged him.
"You were amazing," said Faith. "I knew you were athletic, but flipping
and cartwheeling like you do already, is awesome."
"Thanks," said Tommy humbly. "I did my best."
"Best, are you kidding?" said Faith. "You're already better than girls
that have been on the team all year. Obviously, Mrs. Klein figured this
out already."
"No, come on," said Tommy, surprised.
"Tommy, you were incredible or Mrs. Klein would have just had you stand
there and wave pom-poms, like Jamal and Charles," said Mandy, looking
him straight in the eye.
"So what's up, Faith?" said a tall boy interrupting, along with two
other guys. "Nice to see you and your friends here at our school."
"Hey Jimmy," said Faith, kissing his cheek. "How you been?"
"I'm great Faith," said Jimmy. "So I'm glad you ladies came today.
Obviously what your school lacks in football talent, it certainly makes
up for in cheerleading."
"Well, we'll just see about that in the playoffs," said Mandy, standing
up to Jimmy. "Won't we."
"Oh, Mandy relax," Jimmy smiled. "I'm just teasing, but your school has
the prettiest cheerleaders. So who's the new girl?"
"Jimmy, meet Tammi," said Faith, as Jimmy reached out his hand. "Tammi,
this is Jimmy."
"Well hello Tammi," said Jimmy, looking him over.
"Hi," said Tommy, shyly.
"So Tammi, you rocked out there!" said Jimmy. "You're one limber chick."
"Oh, ahh thanks," said Tommy, having no idea what to say.
"Oh, I'm definitely looking forward to seeing more of you ladies," said
Jimmy, smiling.
"I bet you are," said Faith sarcastically, as she looked at Tommy.
"Ladies, time to get on the bus please," Mrs. Klein interrupted as she
gave the boys a dirty look.
"Well, it was great meeting you Tammi," Jimmy stunned Tommy by kissing
his hand." So why don't you pretty ladies hang out with me and my
friends tonight? I'll grab some beer and we can hang in the park later."
"Maybe some other time," said Faith, making a face at Tommy. "We gotta
run."
"Ok, cool. I'll call you, make sure you bring some of your friends,"
Jimmy told them as they walked away.
They loaded on the bus as Tommy sat there quietly watching Faith and
Mandy texting away during the ride.
"Tell him Mandy," said Faith, nudging her.
"No, just leave him alone," said Mandy. "It's no big deal."
"Whatever Mandy, I'll do it then," said Faith, handing her phone to
Tommy. "He should know. I mean a lot has changed in his life."
Tommy looked down at Faith's phone, reading her text messages from
Jimmy.
"See all those messages from Jimmy to me?" said Faith.
"Yeah, looks like you two are close," said Tommy. "Tell me what. I'm
confused?"
"Confused? Well it didn't take you long to use the ditzy blonde act, did
it?" said Faith.
"Faith, come on," said Mandy. "Don't be like that."
"Well, Jimmy is an ex-boyfriend of mine and a great guy, but we went
different ways. It's no big deal as we're still friends and hook up
every once and a while. You see all these texts between us right?" Said
Faith.
"Ok, sure but I don't follow," said Tommy.
"We're over, but it was a problem for a while, especially since he's the
quarterback of our rival and you'll be playing him in the playoff game,"
said Faith.
"Oh, I get it, so you better not hang out with him again until that game
is over," said Tommy.
"No silly," Faith laughed. "Read what I showed you."
"It's not me he wants to hang with," Faith pointed to a text. "He's
asking me for your number. He thinks you told him you'd hang out with
him."
"I never said anything to him," Tommy panicked.
"I know, but he's a cocky guy, and he thinks he can have any girl," said
Faith. "I'm texting him that you have a boyfriend, and you're not
available."
"No, don't tell people that!" whined Tommy. "I'm getting sick just
thinking someone might think that about me."
"So you want me to tell him you're single, because if I do he'll be all
over you!" said Faith.
"No, please," Tommy pleaded. "Fine, just tell him that and tell him I'm
not into his type."
"See, that's a better idea," said Faith as she texted away.
"Ok, thanks," said Tommy shaking his head. "I guess."
The bus drove them back to their school as Trisha was there as usual to
pick them up. As they came off the bus, she immediately hugged him,
happy to see him with a big grin on her face.
"So how was the rally, everyone," said Trisha, looking at Tommy. "Wow,
look at you girls all made up. You look so beautiful."
"It was amazing, Mrs. Watkins," said Faith as she got in the car. "Tommy
was incredible and he really looks gorgeous right?"
"Well congratulations, honey" Said Trisha as they drove off. "Yes, I'm
not used to him so made up, but he looks so beautiful!"
"Mom, please stop," said Tommy, dying to wash his face now. "Can we
just get home please."
"Of course dear," said his mother, smirking at him in the rear view
mirror.
Finally they arrived home and Mandy helped Tommy wash off his face. When
she finished, she brushed out his hair and helped him change as he
headed off happily to bed.
In the morning, his mother woke him and he headed off to the shower.
When he came out, he headed downstairs, seeing Mandy and his mother
having coffee.
"So don't we look happier than normal today," said Mandy.
"It's Friday right?" Tommy smiled.
"I think it'll be my last day in school as a cheerleader," Tommy
grinned. "Then I'll do the competition on Sunday and be back to my
normal self-Monday. Will that be a relief or what!"
"So honey this might make you even happier," said Trisha. "I have a
little surprise for you. I held out sharing it last night so you'd get a
good nights sleep."
"Really?" said Tommy perking up. "Come on tell me!"
"Well, yesterday I opened a letter from Elden college and they're
interested in you," said Trisha. "They're going to interview you."
"That's freaking awesome!" said Tommy jumping up. "I can't wait."
"Honey, you won't have to," said Trisha. "They're interviewing you
today."
"Mom, are you kidding me?" Said Tommy. "I can't go to an interview as a
cheerleader. It's bad enough Mr. Stuben has seen me as one, but he seems
cool with all this stuff and I think he understands, but others won't."
"Tommy, I think they will as they sent over a recommended dress code as
part of the preparation," said Trisha handing the paper to Tommy.
"This is instructions for a girl's dress code. It's talking about
stockings and skirt lengths," said Tommy, looking up at her. "I don't
have stuff like this."
"Yes, you do honey," said Trisha. "While you were at the rally, I was
shopping. Don't worry, mommy took care of everything, so all you have to
do is be yourself and you'll be great. You're all set."
"Crap, they couldn't have scheduled this next week when all this shit
will be over?" whined Tommy as Mandy smiled and walked behind him
brushing through his wet hair.
"It's no big deal. A suit is a suit Tommy," said Trisha. "Now, let Mandy
do her job and you'll be ready to ace this."
"Look at the bright side, Tommy," said Mandy as she switched on the hair
dryer. "It'll get you out of some classes."
Mandy brushed through his damp hair, drying it as she moved around him.
When it was dry, she took her flat iron, now pulling down through it in
small sections, circling him as she stretched it over and over. She
combed through his bangs and wrapped the iron again through them,
pulling as she worked before finally pausing to work on his face. She
took her time, spreading his foundation and applying her powder before
turning her attention to his eyes. She carefully lined just the inner
part of his eyelids with her pencil, before carefully curling and
coating his lashes. She used very basic colors on his cheeks and shadows
and then took a little brush to his lips.
"Ok, come, let's dress you Tommy," said Mandy as Faith finally arrived.
Faith opened a bag with a small elastic type panty, as Tommy undressed.
She held it out as he stepped into it, feeling himself tightly
constricted as Faith adjusted it a bit.
Faith swiftly pushed his testicles inside him, giving Tommy a shiver
before she pulled back his manhood and snapped the elastic, holding
everything firmly in place. She now rolled some sheer stockings up in
her hands as he sat down, and before he knew it, she was snapping the
tight waistband and pulling them until they were snug. She took a white
silk blouse from the hanger and slipped it over his arms and then
fastened all the buttons in the back. She then held out a navy blue
skirt, which he stepped into as she zipped it and fastened the little
button before holding out the jacket for his arms.
She now stepped in front of him, buttoning up the jacket as Mandy
brushed his hair again.
"Sit down Tommy," said Faith. "You'll need to make sure you cross your
legs in a skirt like this when you sit, and the shoes shouldn't be too
bad. They're low enough and appropriate."
Tommy l watched her slip the first pump over his foot and within
smoments, , the second pump. She crossed his legs, showing him what to
do before smelling the fragrance, as Mandy touched both sides of his
neck.
"Walk across the room and back honey," said Trisha. "We've got a little
time to practice now."
Tommy got up nervously, walking for the first time in a tight skirt and
low heels. It was odd to feel constricted around his hips and thighs,
and even stranger balancing in his little heels.
"Mom, I can't walk in these, and I feel all wrapped up," said Tommy.
"Isn't there another option?"
"No honey, and you look wonderful," said Trisha. "Very professional."
"Great," said Tommy. "Again, I'm dying to be in the cheerleader outfit
over this."
"Oh, stop," Mandy chuckled. "Your shoes are like a 1 ? heel. My little
niece can handle those."
"And understand that all of your dresses before were ruffled or pleated,
so we could easily hide your little friend down there, but in a suit
we've got to have a smooth front, or we'd have a little problem don't
you think!" said Faith.
Tommy walked back and forth across the room a number of times and then
stared at his reflection. He looked like any ordinary young lady headed
for work or an interview, as he was professionally dressed in a blue
pinstripe suit with a silk white blouse. On his feet were pointy 1 ?
inch traditional navy pumps and on his legs were sheer stockings. His
makeup was very simple, in natural tones and shadows behind some thick
lashes and he had a cranberry matte lip color. His hair was parted on
the left side, and sat in a simple flat ironed pin straight style except
for his bangs, which had ever the slightest body, being turned under and
covering his brows.
"Good luck today. Just be yourself and you'll do just fine. I love you,"
said Trisha, handing him a shoulder style pocketbook. "Now I have to go
off to work honey."
As always, she snapped a quick picture as she headed out the door,
savoring the memory as she hurried to work. Tommy grabbed his back pack
and headed for the bus, following his regular routine as the girls had
left .
The jokes seemed even ruder today if possible for Tommy, as they poked
fun at him constantly, seeing him all dressed up and seeing him wobble
slightly in his little heels. He got through his early classes without
issue before hearing his name over the loud speaker, as he knew it was
time. He headed down the hall to the school offices and headed in.
"Hi, I'm here for an interview miss. Watkins is the last name," said
Tommy.
"Go into meeting room one. They are ready for you, Watkins," said the
office receptionist, rolling her eyes as she looked at him.
Tommy walked down the hall and entered the conference room, surprised to
see a group of three people as he entered.
"Hello again Tommy," said Mr. Stuben, extending his hand. "This is Mrs.
Mcbain and Mr. Alexander."
"Nice to see you again sir, and thank you all for having me here
today," said Tommy, shaking hands with everyone.
"Please be seated Tommy, and that's a very nice suit," said Mr. Stuben,
making notes as he sized up Tommy and clicked on a recorder. "Tommy, I
want you to understand that we will be recording this for our records,
but just try to relax and not be nervous."
"Yes, sir," said Tommy.
"Good, now Tommy, our school as you know will be offering some full
scholarships to student athletes based on their academic achievements,
athletic abilities, and our interpretation of the character the young
people we want to represent our school," said Mr. Stuben. "Do you
understand that?"
"Yes, sir," said Tommy.
"Good, now let's begin," said Mr. Stuben. "Now understand that in our
school, you must be willing to participate in any sport in which we feel
your skill may benefit our program, and for the most part our student
athletes are on two or three different teams. Are you willing to do that
and also understand that involves a 12 month a year commitment to
trainng."
"No problem sir. I would welcome that," said Tommy. "I don't consider
myself only a football player, or even just a kicker."
"Did you forget cheerleader, honey," said Mrs. Mcbain. "What about
that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry mame," said Tommy, caught off guard by her question. "I'm
kind of new at that."
"Yes, we have heard that, but you seem to have some wonderful ability in
cheerleading, for someone inexperienced," said Mrs. Mcbain. "I've
watched you and it was very impressive."
"Thank you Mrs. Mcbain," said Tommy, surprised.
"Now Tommy, or would you prefer Tammi, or something else," said Mrs.
Mcbain. "I want you to be most comfortable, as this will be a long
process of questions."
"Anything you'd like mame," said Tommy, putting his head down. "I'm used
to all of them."
"Ok, dear," said Mrs. Mcbain, standing up and lifting his chin before
looking him in the eyes. "Relax and be yourself. We aren't here to judge
you like that honey."
"Thank you," said Tommy, slightly smiling.
"Now let's get into your scholastics," said Mr. Alexander, as he began
grilling Tommy.
They seemed to go round and round now, peppering lots of questions as
he sat there politely, answering every question confidently.
"Well, I think this was a wonderful interview," said Mrs.Mcbain, handing
Tommy an envelope. "Here is your ticket to our school's formal, and we'd
love to have you attend with the other perspective students. Would you
like that?"
"Wow, that would be fantastic," said Tommy.
"Good, because we highly recommend it if you want a chance of getting
in, but understand it's a university event and we'll be watching
everyone closely," said Mrs. McBain. "It'll certainly allow us another
perspective on you, but I expect you'll be on your best behavior."
"Of course mame," said Tommy, opening the envelope. "Wait! It's
Tonight?"
"Yes," said Mrs. McBain. "Is that an issue dear?"
"Uumm," said Tommy trembling. "No of course not."
"Good, we'll see you there!" said Mr. Stuben.
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