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Tom Boy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 6 Tommy started panicking the moment Kevin left the house. "Mom, I can't see all those people that know me, looking like this!" Tommy fidgeted. "What the hell will everyone think?" "Tommy, if they are really your friends, they shouldn't care," said Trisha, trying to calm him down. "I thought you were going for Kevin's sake, and not theirs." "Mom, I am, but it's so embarrassing," said Tommy, staring at himself in the mirror "Look at me!" Tommy looked at his hair pulled back into a simple high pony behind a huge pink bow and it hung on his back in big loose waves. He was used to himself in his cheerleader outfit and licked his pink glossy lips and batted his thick lashes. "Let's get moving," said Mandy. "We don't have time to worry about this now. Today is the final practice before the competition, so we can't be late." "Wait one minute please. What is he talking about when he said everyone saw my old photos?" Tommy stared at Mandy. "Mandy, what else got posted? Please don't tell me that it's what I think it is?" "It's no big deal Tommy?" said Mandy. "I doubt many people saw them anyway. Come, let's just go to practice and don't worry about it." "Mandy, show me!" Tommy switched on his computer. "I found out they saw the newspaper article and now I have no idea what else. They posted those pictures from the studio, didn't they? They just couldn't help themselves from embarrassing me! Could they?" "Well, yes if you must know." Mandy clicked open the browser. "But you agreed to whatever they did that day, so just calm down, it's no big deal. This will be over soon, so relax and just deal with it." "I know. Thankfully in another day it will!" said Tommy, calming down as he saw his profile picture of himself. "I look so ridiculous anyway in all that makeup and curls." "See, it's no big deal," said Mandy as she tried to get up now to avoid further conflict. "Wait, show me the other pics and my time line." Asked Tommy, taking the mouse from her. Tommy clicked on the other menu options and scrolled through a few pictures. "Wait, that looks like the first dress I was in, but that's not me," said tommy confused. "It's some little girl." "See it's not you, so let's go." Mandy tried to drag him off . "Wait a minute." Tommy scrolled through a lot of them now. "That is Chuckie Cheese and my curly pigtails. And wait, that's you and my mom, but that's not me. And that's the catholic school outfit and the charity event. What is all this!" "Tommy, it's no big deal but look closely at the face. It's you," said Mandy. "They just used some software to make you look younger. Those are all the pictures they took of you, but they modified them. They used some age regression application." "Holy crap!" Tommy was stunned. "I knew they use these as blackmail pictures, but I never thought they would publish them, let alone make them look so real." "Well if it means anything, you would have been one pretty little girl and I wouldn't take back these strange moments this week for all the money in the world," said Trisha, hugging him with emotion as she looked at all the photos. "Honey, after tomorrow all this stuff will be over, so don't lose focus on what's important." "What's important mom?" Whined Tommy. "You mean it's not important that if anyone looks at this, I look like I've been in pigtails and dresses forever." "Stop, you know people that know you will know that that isn't true," said Trisha. "Now go and practice and just suck it up, because it's almost over." "I guess you are right mom," said Tommy feeling better. "See you later." Tommy headed off to the final cheer practice with Mandy as he couldn't stop thinking of the images of himself he saw on the website. As he got to practice, he focused at the task at hand, acing his routine as they worked on it over and over and over. Finally when it ended, he walked with Mandy to their locker room and she brought him into a private dressing stall. "So this is just a something so you'll be comfortable in the dress shop and at the hair dresser," said Mandy, unzipping the cheer outfit. "Just go there like any other girl and no one will be the wiser. Trust me, it'll be easier." "Why can't I just go there in as a cheerleader?" Asked Tommy, surprised as he stepped out of his outfit. "You could Tommy, but understand women are caddy and judgmental," said Mandy. "Do what I'm telling you and just go there like any other girl. It's a busy Saturday and no girl would go for a fancy dress or to the salon without putting herself together a bit. This will help you just blend in." "Ok?" said Tommy. So you are saying I have to get a little dressed up so that I can get really dressed up fancy." "Yes," said Mandy, giggling as she dropped a dress over his head. "Your mom and I discussed it and we both were on the same page on this. You two are going for a nice lunch before the boutique, so you've got to look appropriate. I'm pretty sure you don't want to pass out on an empty stomach tonight." "I guess," Tommy agreed. Mandy knelt and straightened the hem of the skirt as she inspected him and then adjusted the delicate shoulder straps. She knelt, lifting his right foot and sliding a little ankle sock over his foot and slipping it into a shoe. She then repeated it on the left foot before setting it down and standing up. "Lean your head back for a minute and we'll be out of here," said Mandy, walking behind him and pulling out his hair. She took her brush to his hair stroking it over and over as he leaned back. It was almost relaxing as she was wetting it and crunching it with her fingers as she sprayed it over and over. She now dug in her comb on top as he felt her create a distinct part on the left, and pulling it back tight as he heard a snap at his crown. She then covered his eyes as she soaked his head in a very wet sticky hairspray, and then began teasing and scrunching his hair at the back of his head. She now came around to the front and lifted his bangs with her fingers separating and tugging at them with her pick as she saturated them with hairspray. "Ok, a quick touch up and off you go," said Mandy, brushing some blush on him and then a fresh coat of lip gloss. "Now you look ready to shop and get your hair done. Have a nice lunch with your mom." "Oh joy." Tommy felt the sticky back of his head before turning around. "Look how pretty you turned out, even if you love being a pain in the ass." Teased Mandy. "Now just enjoy a little time with your mom and I'll see you later." He looked at himself in a delicate flowing black and white polka dot tea length dress with some very simple singular shoulder straps in pink silk ribbon. At his waistline, the dress was highlighted by a matching pink ribboned sash which was tied in a large bow in the back and on his feet were some patent black flats beneath ruffled white ankle socks. His makeup as quite simple, with creamy pink lips and cheeks and his lashes were curled above his unlined lids. His very sticky hair had been pinched by Mandy's fingers in behind his head, giving it a wavy scrunched almost wet look in the back and in the front was parted on the left side. At the right crown a matching pink bow-tie type bow held the large section tightly away from the part, except for his bangs which were still curled under but now heavily teased and separated, creating some volume and puffyness off his forehead. "I'll try, but it'll be weird having lunch with my mother like this," said Tommy as he stared at himself. "I look kind of youngish again though, don't I?" "Ah maybe just a touch, but your mom picked the dress so just go with the flow," said Mandy encouraging him. "Honestly, and I know you hate this, you're just naturally pretty." "Ok, I think that's enough of that," said Tommy disgusted as they exited the room. "Let me out of here before I get sick." Ok, "I'll meet you later and we'll go together," said Mandy hugging him. "Just go with the flow and I'll be there to support you tonight." Tommy got in his mother's car and she took them to a restaurant down the block from the dress shop. They parked and went in and sat down, as she seemed to look him over and inspect every inch of him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" said Tommy, wondering what she was doing. "Nothing really honey. Just soaking it in as I know it's almost over.," said Trisha. "Isn't that correct?" "Yes, mom after the competition tomorrow, I'm done with this shit." Exclaimed Tommy, raising his voice as some heads turned. "I am fucking done with all this." "Everything alright ladies?" Said a waiter, coming over and looking at Tommy. "I'm sorry sir," said Tommy embarrassed. "Everything is fine." "Good then," said the waiter. "I would ask that you mind your manners then, like the fine young lady I see before me." "Of course sir," said Tommy apologizing. "I'm so sorry." "I didn't raise you to swear like that, did I?" Said Trisha annoyed. "Regardless of gender." "Sorry mom. You're right, but it's been stressful and you know what crazy things I've been through this week," said Tommy looking down. "You know honey, I think I do, but I really can't be inside your head so how about you tell me," said Trisha. Tommy looked up at her as she smiled at him and began to empty his innermost thoughts and feelings. He spoke about his triumphs and challenges and worries. It got tremendously emotional as they spoke about their financial situation, moving, and his mother's fears. He felt her deep love and bond and he knew her caring was unconditional. "Wow mom," said Tommy, wiping a tear from his eyes. "This talk. This lunch. Well, it's amazing. I feel so close." "Honey, regardless of the weird things you have been through, sometimes in life things happen for a reason," said his mother also wiping some tears now. "If it took a few curls and a week in dresses to get you in touch with those emotions and spill them out to me, than everything you've been through has been worth it." "Wow, I guess that's so true," said Tommy shaking his head. "Good, now that we've both dumped out our souls, how about you just let this old lady enjoy whatever is left of her mother daughter time," said Trisha sipping her drink. "Of course mom," said Tommy, relaxed now. Trisha now went on lecturing Tommy all about acting like a proper young lady for the evening and lecturing him about etiquette. She tried to help him relax when thinking about seeing a lot of his old friends who would now see him in a dress. They finally finished their simple lunch and walked to the dress shop, going in together. Immediately Aimee greeted them, hugging him and took him to the back and helped him off with his outfit. She returned with a handful of undergarments and then returned twice with hangers full of all different type of dresses. She dressed him in many different outfits, as he tried on dress after dress. Each time walking out and modeling for his mother and the other ladies in the boutique. The dresses that came out seemed to be increasingly fancier than the other as finally she let him redress in the polka dot dress. When he exited the fitting room, he rejoined his mother as she was holding two shopping bags in her right hand and a long black garment bag over her shoulder. "What did you pick?" Tommy was curious. "It wasn't easy," said Trisha as they walked out together. "I could have easily bought you five or six dresses, but in the end both Aimee and I picked the same dress. I'm going to keep it as a surprise so you'll see it after you get your hair done, but I'm pretty sure that Kevin will feel like his money was well spent." As they walked across and into the salon, they were immediately ready for Tommy's appointment. His mother helped him change in the back as he stripped down to his panties and slipped on a bathrobe. He was quickly brought to a chair and wrapped in a black plastic cape as they leaned him back, switching on the water. He couldn't hear the conversations but watched his mother and his hairdresser having a deep discussion while he relaxed as they massaged his scalp, washed his hair and cleansed the makeup from his face. When they finished, they brought him to a chair as he could see his mother being shown specific pages in some magazines by two other hairdressers before seeing a lot of heads shaking. "Welcome back Tammi," said Rebecca, standing behind his shoulders now rubbing his hair with a towel. "Big night tonight honey, I hear." "Well, just a sweet sixteen," said Tommy, downplaying it. "Well not just any sweet sixteen, but I hear it's for your best friend and he paid for your dress and this entire beauty regiment," said Rebecca. "Yes, he's a great guy." "I'd say he's more than that honey. I'd say he's a keeper." Rebecca grinned. "Any guy that spends that kind of money is ok in my book, and maybe he is hoping for more than a best friend. Is he cute?" "Rebecca, we're just very close friends. That's all," said Tommy, giving her a look. "Whatever girl," said Rebecca, shaking her head . "But you didn't answer my other question. Is he cute?" "Girls seem to like him, if that's your question," said Tommy avoiding the question as she combed through his hair now. "And you?" Rebecca prodded him. "He's my best friend," said Tommy, looking at her in the mirror. "Ok, honey," said Rebecca giggling as she waived over Trisha. "So your mom and I discussed your dress and some ideas for your look tonight. She wanted me to surprise you. You game for that." Tommy looked at the reflection, seeing his mother and grinned. "Sure, she knows what's best for me." "Love you," said Trisha kissing his cheek. "See you in a few hours. You're in good hands." Trisha left the salon as Rebecca rolled over a cart and began mixing a few bowls. "So I heard my friend Mandy is a makeshift hairdresser," said Rebecca as she took her rattail comb sectioning his hair and sticking in a few clips. "Yes, she's like my personal stylist," said Tommy making conversation. "Well, I like what she's done, but what I'm going to do now is take it to the next level Tammi," said Rebecca. "Hair, makeup. The whole look honey. Trust me when I'm done with you, your boyfriend's jaw will drop open. Now open for me okay." "I told you, he's not my bo--". Said Tommy, as Rebecca jammed something in his mouth mid-sentence. "Sorry Tammi," said Rebecca. "We'll talk more later. The solution was ready, so I had to get it in before the paste drips. This is just to whiten your smile, so just breathe through your nose for a while." Rebecca was now joined by another older woman who began handing Rebecca foils as she tugged at his hair before saturating a small section with her brush and folding it over. She repeated this time after time as Tommy could now see his head filling with tin foil as she worked. Finally she stepped behind him, working as a third woman joined them and began covering his face in a green substance. When she finally stepped aside, it was freaky to see his green face and silver foil covered head as the ladies seemed to abandon him for a moment. Rebecca now took him by the hand and brought him to another station as he sat down in a large leather chair. She returned, rolling a stand with a series of heat lamps over his head as one of the other women slightly reclined his chair and placed some items over his eyes, blocking his vision. He felt his feet being submerged in warm water and someone beginning to work on his left hand. "Tammi, now just relax and let us make you beautiful," said Rebecca. "You're in good hands with my assistants." Tommy sat as he could feel the pressure around his fingers as his nails were being worked on. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but he knew the massaging around his fingers and toes was extremely relaxing. After quite some time, he could feel the warm air as his hands and toes were being cooked, apparently under some dryers. "Keep your fingers extended and touch nothing, honey," said a woman, slipping some flip flops on his feet and he felt something rubbery keeping his fingers separated. He was lead back to the sink and sat back as they removed the foils and began thoroughly rinsing and washing his hair, before they finally wrapped it in a towel. He could see some light now as they removed the peels from his eyes and looked up, seeing the green mask being stripped from his face. A warm towel was now placed over his face an eyes as a hot sticky substance seemed to touch his forehead. They now placed his hands on a table on each side of him as he felt pressure on each of his arms. "This is just so you won't jerk honey," said the voice. "It'll only be for a moment, but these look pretty neglected for a girl your age." Tommy jumped as they held his arms as he felt the ripping pain on his forehead as the girls held him and then repeated it. He then felt little pinches as they seemed to work slowly now as he bit down hard on the mouthpiece, breathing through his nose. Finally the released his arms as they took the towel from his eyes and inspected their work. He watched as the tweezers again dipped down toward his brows, obviously making some final adjustment as they told him to sit up and led him back to Rebecca's chair. He was a bit stunned seeing his reflection as his former simple and neat brows were now nothing but a thin arched line. He looked down at his hands as the girls removed the separators, seeing the thick square white tip of the extremely shiny French manicured nails which now protruded 1 ? inches past the base of his fingers. Rebecca returned, spinning his chair away from the mirror as she removed the towel and began brushing his hair away from his face. She seemed to insert clip after clip as she began trimming as he could see some small snipping of wet hair on his cape. Finally she brushed them off and dipped her fingers into some styling product before rubbing it into his hair in sections, and began inserting some 1 inch rollers. Slowly but surely she created six rows of curlers across the back and sides of his head, before turning her attention to the crown. He could see her now take some very larger green rollers and felt her pull his hair upward, winding it down tightly and securing it against his scalp. She seemed to do this about a dozen or so times before turning her attention to his bangs, where she simply curled them under with two large pink plastic rollers. "You're nails turned out so pretty, right?". Said Rebecca as he looked down at them as she wound a hairnet tightly over his rollers. "Come on sweetie." She brought him against the wall now and dropped a bonnet over his head, setting the timer. "See you in a bit," said Rebecca, handing him a few magazines. Tommy fingered through them fairly bored, as he felt the air change temperatures a few times as he tried to be patient. He reached up, feeling his bare skin around the thinness of his eyebrow and stared as his long nails. "You've never had them that long before, have you?" said Rebecca, lifting the dryer and checking his hair after about forty minutes. "Once you get used to them and how pretty they look, you'll never want them short again. Trust me. Ok, let's get you back and get your makeup done." Tommy walked back over and sat down in Rebecca's chair as she opened a large makeup case and began dotting at his face. She used a series of large and small sponges as she blended and dotted over and over. When she finished, she began brushing powder all over his face before she turned her attention to his eyes. He watched as she opened different false lashes and measured them on his lids before doing some small snipping. He opened and closed, batted and squinted following her commands as she lined and glued and coated his lashes and lids repeatedly. She seemed to be an artist at work as she dipped her small brushes into the various colors on her palette, blending his eye shadows and then across his cheeks. When she finally closed the large case, she again powdered his face before stepping back and lifting his chin admiring her work. "OK, open as wide as you can and we can take out this mouthpiece now," said Rebecca as he was relieved to be able to speak. "Are we almost done?" said Tommy licking his teeth. "Smile big honey. Beauty takes time my dear," said Rebecca lining his lips. "Ok, good. Now this will just sting a little." Rebecca rubbed a gel over Tommy's lips as he sat there feeling the tingling. "It's just a plumper," said Rebecca. "Ok, now let's get back to your hair and we'll finish your makeup later." Rebecca now began removing curler after curler on the back of his head and then taking her fingers separating them. He watched as she opened a drawer filled with hair pieces and grabbed a large handful, placing them on the counter out of his sight. He could feel her scratching just above the nape of his neck and then heard a few distinct snaps as she again appeared in front of him, grabbing a curling iron. "Didn't you curl my hair already?" Whined Tommy, growing tired of being there now. "Your hair holds curls well Tammi, but that doesn't mean they are perfect like they will be when I'm done," said Rebecca, hard at work. "Plus, I'm adding some wefts for dimension and volume and they have to be curled and blended." "Oh ok I guess," said Tommy, hoping it was near the end. "Don't mind her Rebecca," said Trisha, returning now. "She gets anxious when she knows it's almost time to go out." "Me too, girlfriend," said Rebecca. "But always remember, never skimp on the hair or makeup when you have a big event like this one. Plus I'd never let you out of my salon in that amazing dress you picked without looking absolutely perfect." "Your nails turned out so beautiful," said Trisha, holding out one of Tommy's hands as Rebecca continued working. Trisha seemed to be studying Rebecca's work carefully and making small talk to keep Tommy's mind occupied as Rebecca was finally turning her attention to the sides of his head. Between the constant tugging and the almost gagging every thirty seconds of continual fumes, Tommy sat there quietly listening to his mother and Rebecca babble. She stood in front of him now with a mouthful of pins between her teeth as she teased little sections of his hair at the crown, before dipping in a large flat iron and pulling at some sections. On top of his head ,he could feel the constant tugging and then snapping as she stood in front of his face every so often, pulling a pin from her teeth and lifting his hair with distinct tugs. She would step back and then carefully insert her large barrel and quickly hit a spot with some spray, followed by some hot air from the dryer as the worked never seem to end. Finally she seemed to stretch his bangs with the flat iron before circling him thoroughly in spray again as he looked at his mother's seemingly permanent smile. "Almost there princess," said Rebecca, lifting his chin as she now opened a smaller pink case and took a dark red pencil. "Smile big again please. She lined the outside of his lips before squeezing a small tube onto his lips. She took a tiny brush spreading the gel as she stepped back judging her work. She then dipped her finger into a clear gel and just dotted it onto the middle of his bottom lip, before finally taking a paint brush smoothing it across his entire lips. "You can dress her now Trisha, and I'll make any final adjustment when you come out." Rebecca said, satisfied. Tommy got up as his mother whisked him off to the back room before he could see himself. "Mom, I didn't even see myself'. Whined Tommy as she helped him off with his robe. "I know dear," said Trisha. "I want to see the entire effect myself as well. Sorry, you'll see it in 5 minutes." "Hey, sorry I'm late," said Mandy, rushing in. "Wow!" said Tommy, stunned at seeing her. "Holy molly!" "You look amazing, Mandy." Squealed Trisha.. "Thanks," said Mandy, giving a little curtsy. "But let's get our friend here ready or we'll be late." Mandy's hair was precisely slicked back into a perfectly coifed French roll ,with a few delicate old fashioned finger rolls in front, and a thin straight strand on each side. Her makeup looked expertly done, with thick simple lashes and a deep red lip color on top of her flawless complexion and rosy cheeks. Her dress was an emerald green strapless gown leaving nothing to the imagination as her full large breasts were on display above the tight mermaid style dress that flared out as it dragged across the floor. Her right leg peeked out of the dresses side slit, showing off her open toed emerald stilettos as she knelt to help Tommy on with his undergarments. She first rolled a black sheer thigh high stocking up his right leg and then followed with the left. As she pulled them up firmly removing any wrinkles, Trisha stuck some small adhesive strips on the outside of the bottom of each of Tommy's breasts. He looked down wondering what she was doing as Mandy quickly cupped his small flat chest, pushing his breasts towards each other as Trisha added a clear thick strip holding them oddly. "Ok, suck it in missy." Teased Mandy as she fastened a black strapless bustier around his waist and began snapping the clasps behind his back. His mother now adjusted the inserts as she positioned his breasts as he could oddly feel the bustier pushing at them. He felt the cool breeze down below as Mandy dropped his panties to the floor before he stepped into a matching black silk thong as he felt the odd sensation snap between his cheeks. He felt the tugging at the bottom of the bustier now as Mandy fastened the little garters to his stocking as his mother brought over the garment bag. She unzipped the bag as he saw the immense burgundy dress being removed from the hanger and lowered for him to step into. "I didn't expect you to pick this one mom," said Tommy, surprised as it rose up his hips. "It was unanimous honey," said Trisha. ""Unless you were hoping for something skimpy." "It's beautiful, Trisha," said Mandy, admiring it as she zipped it up. "Wow and I love the shoes. I'm jealous." Mandy now lifted Tommy's left foot, sliding on his shoes and immediately he wobbled as she buckled the strap around his ankle. "Don't lean back dear," said Trisha, grabbing his arm. "Hold my shoulder," said Mandy, now buckling the other as she finally let him balance. "I can't walk in these." Whined Tommy. "These are too high, mom." "Oh please," said Trisha, snapping a bracelet on his wrist. "They're just a touch higher than you've worn before. You'll get used to them in no time." "He's so elegant," said Mandy, stepping back as Trisha fastened a necklace on him now. "Isn't he?" Smiled Trisha. "Come on dear." Tommy slowly followed his mother, stunned by the size of the dress he was in as he walked outside into the salon. As he entered, he was greeted by a round of gasps then a series of huge hugs before he could even see his reflection. When the hugs broke, he could see himself across the room as he slowly walked to the full length mirror near back of the salon. "Oh boy." He whispered to himself as he approached, seeing the dress sway with his movements, followed closely by his mother and Mandy. He took small cautious steps in the spikey stilettoes as he approached the mirror. His dress was a maroon red long ballroom princess style which swung like the liberty bell as walked across the room. It had seemingly layer after layer of delicate see through black lace above the thick rich looking maroon satin skirt before it pinched dramatically in at the waistline below the strapless embroidered bustier in sparkling black and clear rhinestones. It was the bustiest he ever looked as his chest was pushed and taped in place above the silicone inserts, making him appear to have small yet perky breasts. "Smile, you look beautiful Tammi," said Mandy, putting her arm around him for support as he stared at himself. "I just feel so...," said Tommy starting to speak as he caught himself mid-sentence opening his mouth. noticing his teeth. He stopped as he was stunned at how white his smile looked as he studied his now pearly whites surrounded by his plumped thick ruby red shiny lips. which had never before stood out like this. He knew he was wearing more makeup than ever before. but it didn't seem over done and his eyes seemed so much bigger with his long thick lashes framing his dark smokey eyes. He reached around his back, tugging at his long thick mane which he knew was not all his. He could feel the pressure against his scalp as he gave a gentle tug on one of the long thick spiral curls which flowed down his back in various tones and highlights. He reached up his left hand, softly feeling his right eye brow with his long nail tip, and then nervously twirled one of his thin loose ringlets that hung in front of his left ear. "They look better Tommy," said Mandy, comforting him. "I would have tweezed them earlier in the week for you if I knew we'd be getting this dressed up, but you're better off with a professional." "I was hoping they were kind of hidden under there." Whined Tommy. "This is nuts. The dress. The makeup and look at my hair. It's like double the size and has all this color in it." "Honey, it's just some clip in wefts underneath your real hair," said Mandy. "I use extensions like this all the time. They just clip in and out and it allows for some length and body. Rebecca mixed in some darker brunette ones to really make your highlights stand out." "Yeah and I think she accomplished that," said Tommy touching it and feeling sick as Rebecca came over. "Don't you just love the dimension it gives you Tammi," said Rebecca, pulling his hand away and carefully placing the curl back in place as she fussed with his hair. "You have such gorgeous features, so working on you was a pleasure sweetie. I think when you take the extensions out, you'll see how pretty the platinum and honey highlights will look by themselves. You make a beautiful blonde, but I think you should consider growing out your bangs if you want a more mature teen look, or I could take you shorter and we could do something edgy with them. I have them basically plastered to the side for a sweep type look and be careful not to pull on the top curls, because I've got a ton of pins hidden under there. Now be still so I can put this in and stack curls on top and you can be out of here." Rebecca pulled Tommy face downward as she picked at his hair again. She took a comb tightly against his scalp just at the top of his head, digging it in a few times and then he could feel some weight and a number of pins. She lifted his chin now, moving it right and left as she inserted more pins. "It's not too much right?" said Trisha, looking at her son. "No, it's a boy's party so it's fine," said Rebecca now covering his eyes as hairspray filled the air. "I do a lot of smaller ones like this all the time. If it was Tammi's party, we'd go big but I think this will be perfect for a male friend's party. If it was another girl's party, I'd say it would be a little tacky." Tommy finally opened his eyes as the spray in his face dissipated into the air seeing Rebecca behind him lifting and spraying the back of his head. He sucked in some fresh air seeing the small glittering simple tiara now on top of his head as he watch Rebecca increase the volume of his curls behind it above the tiara. "Have fun tonight girl," said Rebecca finishing now as Mandy grabbed Tommy's hand. "Time to go," said Mandy. "Your chariot has arrived, princess." Trisha quickly hugged her son and handed him his little purse. "Remember, it's Kevin's night," said Trisha, dabbing a little perfume on his neck. "Don't be nervous, just blend in, and Mandy will be there for you." Mandy dragged him outside now as he saw a small white limo. They hopped inside as he sat there amazed, not expecting this at all. After about a twenty minute ride and a non-stop confidence talk from Mandy, they finally arrived at a large catering hall. As the driver opened the door, Tommy stepped out ,surprised to see Kevin holding out his hand greeting them. "Wow. And I mean wow," said Kevin, looking Tommy up and down. "You girls look incredible!" "Thanks, I guess," said Tommy shyly, as Kevin proceeded to put a corsage of mini red roses on his wrist. "Well, this is a lovely surprise," said Mandy as he put hers on her. "You look very handsome Kevin and congratulations." "Thanks," said Kevin, holding out his forearms. "Shall we ladies." Tommy was shaking as he took Kevin's right arm and Mandy took the left. He held on tightly as he trotted proudly into his party as everyone began clapping. Kevin took them over to his table as they sat down and he socialized with many of his guests. Tommy sat there quietly for ten minutes with Mandy, until Kevin's mother came over to see him, greeting him with her arms wide open. "Hello dear'. Said Kevin's mother Rita, as he stood up, hugging her. "Hi Rita," said Tommy, as she almost smothered him hugging him. "It's nice to see you. This is my friend Mandy." "Wonderful to meet you Mandy. Should I call you Tammi now honey?" Whispered Rita in his ear. "I guess for tonight," said Tommy shyly. "Well, you girls look amazing!" said Rita, shaking her head in disbelief. "Tommy. I'm sorry dear. I mean Tammi you look incredible. Who would have thought! Your hair is gorgeous and those shoes! And what a dress honey!" "Mom, what are you doing?" said Kevin, coming over. "Nothing dear, just saying hello to your dear old friend," said Rita, giving her son a look. "A dear old friend that has grown into a teenager more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." "Thank you," said Tommy softly as Mandy nudged him. "Have fun tonight girls," said Rita walking away. "You ok," said Kevin, worried about his friend as he touched his hand. "I'm fine, go enjoy your party," said Tommy. "Ok, see you in a bit," said Kevin. A number of his former teammates now came over and said hello. They did nothing more than make quick small talk and then headed to the other side of the room, trying to avoid eye contact as the moments were extremely awkward on both sides.. "Come on," said Mandy, getting up. "Let's go get a drink." Mandy and Tommy went to the bar, walking past more of his former teammates as he looked away. Mandy smiled at them as she shook her head, knowing how uncomfortable both the fellas and Tommy were as she could see them look him over. They ordered two alcohol free strawberry daiquiris and stood there sipping them as a group of girls approached them. "So you look beautiful Tommy'. Said a tall brunette with two other girls. "Or would you rather be addressed as Tammi?" "Hello Margret, Claire. And thank you Bonnie," said Tommy. "It doesn't matter. At this point I answer to both. This is my friend Mandy." "So, I must say this is quite a surprise," said Margret. "But looks like you made a wise choice from the looks of you. That's some dress!" "And I love what you've done with your hair, Tommy," said Bonnie touching it. "Very pretty." "Thanks, but that was Mandy and my mom's doing. Especially my mom when it comes to picking the dress," said Tommy. "Plus the hairdresser they found for me. I don't know much about this stuff." "Me either ,but I do know a good hairdresser when I see one, and looks like you found one," said Bonnie fluffing her hair. "Would you mind if I tried her. I do remember your hair was quite a bit darker wasn't it?" "It's changed a little yes," said Tommy, defending himself. "But it was always long." "Yeah I remember it flowing from your helmet. I always thought that was a sexy look," said Margret, putting her finger to her chin. "And now look at it flowing from that pretty little tiara. I would have never have guessed." "Oh Margret, please! He makes a lovely little blonde, but to me he was such a little cutie in pigtails. Your pictures were beyond adorable honey," said Claire flicking her wrist. "Who knew you've been into being like this for so long. If I would have known, you could have come to one of my tea parties or shopped together when we were younger." "I think we should go sit down now Tammi," said Mandy stepping in. "I'm sorry we didn't want him to be uncomfortable," said Bonnie. "But all this is quite a shock, so how about you tell us how all this happened?" "Well, it's a long story but not something I can talk about right now girls," said Tommy. "You can't talk about it!" Bitched Bonnie. "You show up here strutting around in those fuck me pumps and the big lips wiggling in front of our boyfriends in that dress and all that hair and you can't talk about it! That's bullshit." "Strutting around?" Whined Tommy. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Hey, calm down over here," said Kevin stepping in. "What's happening!" "What's happening! Ask your little fake blonde bimbo friend," said Claire, storming off. "Maybe if I dressed like the prom queen and strutted around the room, you'd pay me some attention." "Claire stop," said Kevin. "What the hell are you are talking about? You are being ridiculous! You are making a scene!" "You're right, Kev! I'm sorry," said Claire, as she stormed away. "But we can't all cut off our dicks to get your attention like little Miss Tammi." Everyone stood silently as Kevin turned and walked away. Some of his ex- teamamtes now came over to Tommy, awkwardly saying hello but just making small talk as the night became really uncomfortable. After a few minutes, Mandy and Tommy went outside, sipping drinks for a while killing time until Kevin came out. "Please just come sing happy birthday," said Kevin. "I'm sorry about Claire and the nastiness." They came in and all celebrated with Kevin as everyone was fairly calm now. Everyone sang happy birthday and then went back to partying. Tommy again hung out with Mandy quietly until Kevin barged in and took his hand. "Come on," said Kevin, pulling him from his chair. "Just one dance. Let's go." "No way." Tommy resistied. "I can't dance." "Good, neither can I!" said Kevin, pulling him off to the dance floor as a slow song began. With his best friends hand around him, Tommy watched all the eyes looking over at them as he slowly spun as they danced. It was the longest three minutes of his life, feeling numb to his friend's touch on his back with his head positioned on Kevin's shoulder. As it ended, Kevin gave a quick smile looking his friend in the eyes and released his fingers from between Tommy's as he gave a little bow, holding hands. "See, it was nothing to be nervous about," said Kevin as he kissed his cheek. "Everyone here with a few small exceptions, supports you." Tommy looked up now as he was receiving some applause from the crowd as Kevin escorted him to his table. He sat there with Mandy as finally the party ended and everyone headed out the doors. "Wait, can you guys come with me for a minute'. Said Kevin ,waving Mandy and Tommy his way. They followed him through a series of corridors and then finally outside to a dark private garden. "So, I just wanted to thank both of you privately for coming", said Kevin, taking a hand from each of them and looking at them. "I know this was super hard for you, but it meant the world to me. Plus I'm thankful for Mandy in getting you here and honestly it was good for everyone to see how beautiful you've become." "Kevin, look everything is not as it seems," said Tommy, starting to confess as he looked at Mandy. "It's just that with school and a potential scholarship and our monetary status.. well I -". "It's cool. No matter what it, its cool," said Kevin putting his finger on Tommy's lips. "I'll give you two a minute," said Mandy, taking a stroll across the garden. "Ok, so Claire thought I cut off my penis, but that's not true at all." Tommy babbled. "After tomorrow's competition things will change again and be normal for me. Hopefully we can just be best friends again when I'm out of this big dress and these curls and all this crazy stuff." "Sssh and relax," said Kevin, putting his hands around Tommy's face. "It is fine! Curls or pigtails, dresses or cheer costumes, heels or sneakers. It doesn't matter to me is all I'm saying, as long you are happy." "No Kevin," said Tommy laughing. "You are not understanding. I shouldn't be saying this, but what I'm saying is that I'm still a guy under all this hair and makeup." "I know that silly, but what I do know is that your mother was right when I heard her tell you that you were special and that moments like these are special," said Kevin as Tommy gave him a confused look. "Moments like these are not made to be wasted." "Moments?" said Tommy confused. "Yeah, like the moment of your first kiss," said Kevin, quickly dipping his friend and placing his lips on his. Tommy was in shock as he felt his best friends lips on his and then even more surprisingly his tongue rush into his mouth. He glanced over, seeing Mandy looking shocked as she was witnessing the deep wet kiss as Tommy now began to struggle for breath as Kevin lifted him upward. "Well not as romantic as I had hoped for, but wow that was sensational," said Kevin, looking right into Tommy's eyes as he finally released him. "I can't believe we did that," said Tommy, feeling his lips. "Holy shit Kevin." "Me either ,but it was amazing! Your lips are so soft and full and your smile is so bright and white. You're just so beautiful." Said Kevin, nervously licking his lips. 'I knew you wanted your first kiss to be special and romantic. I was hoping it was. Was I wrong?" "What? Wait a minute! Who told you that?" said Tommy, almost crying. "How did you know that was my first kiss?" "Well, I kind of overheard your mom talk about it!" said Kevin. "Plus I was pretty sure you never kissed a girl." "We gotta go," said Tommy, motioning to Mandy as he headed for the door. "It's no big deal," said Mandy, quickly kissing Kevin's cheek as she ran after Tommy. "It's just been an emotional and difficult night. I'll call you in the morning." Mandy caught up with Tommy as they hurried out and jumped into the waiting limo. "You ok?" said Mandy with her arm around Tommy. "Ok, are you kidding?" said Tommy, still stunned. "My best friend just kissed me. Not only did he kiss me, but he stuck his tongue in my mouth and made out with me and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop him." "It was no big deal Tommy." "I'm not gay. I'm not into guys Mandy," said Tommy. "It was still a guy." "I know honey," said Mandy, lifting his chin as she looked at him. "Problem is you just happen to look drop dead gorgeous tonight." "It's crazy," said Tommy, throwing up his hands. "Fucking nuts. I just never dreamed I'd be the one kissed instead of the other way around." "Close your eyes," said Mandy, kissing his neck now. Mandy now swung her leg over his dress and started gently kissing his mouth. It was soft and sensuous as it got hot and heavy before he found Mandy's tongue in his mouth and then his in hers. It lasted a few minutes before she finally broke it off and then sat back down next to him now, smiling as he looked at her. "Feel better now," said Mandy, opening her purse. She opened her compact, dabbing her mouth with a tissue and then repaired her lipstick and then handed it to him. He looked into the little mirror before wiping her lipstick off his teeth and then she fixed his gloss. "Yes, but you didn't have to do that," said Tommy, rubbing his lips together. "I know but I wanted to," said Mandy smiling as she squeezed his hand. "Just don't tell my boyfriend or he'll want a threesome." They both cracked up as the car finally pulled up at Tommy's house and they got out. They went in and changed into their nightgowns as Mandy helped Tommy off with his dress and undergarments. She sat down next to him them removing pin after pin and his tiara before unsnapping his extensions and taking a series of makeup remover sheets to his face. When she finished, they were asleep in no time. "Wake up and take a shower dear," said Trisha, shaking Tommy awake. "Big last day for my Tammi." Tommy took a nice long shower and blotted himself dry before slipping into the red silk panties lying on the vanity and then his simple white bathrobe. He walked downstairs, seeing Faith and Mandy with their heads full of curlers sipping coffee with his mother and sat down smiling as he saw them. "Morning," said Tommy, sipping his juice as Mandy wasted no time getting up to brush his hair. "You guys been up long?" "Ah, like two hours now," said Faith, pointing to her head full of curlers. "We figured we'd let you have your beauty rest after last night." Mandy now sprayed in some de-tangler as she quietly sectioned and combed out any knots. When she finished she wrapped it turban style as Faith stepped in doing his foundation while she went through her usual routine plugging in devices. "Why is everyone so quiet today?" said Tommy. "Just a little sad this is our last session making Tammi beautiful," said Faith chiming in. "We've gotten accustomed to the little wench." "It's been tiring, but fun," said Mandy, smiling before pulling off the towel now. "You've been lucky to make such good friends honey," said Trisha. "And I'll miss my daughter as well. It was a strange but nice week." "I'm still here mom," said Tommy, as the blow dryer was switched on now. "It's still me you know." "I know honey," said Trisha, getting teary eyed as she kissed his forehead and left the room now. "I've got to go get dressed ladies." Mandy brushed through his hair as she fully blow dried it now. She used her large clips ,sectioning as she began inserting hot rollers at the base of his neck. He sat there patiently as she carefully filled the entire back of his head as Faith began lining the inner his lids. They worked in tandem as they always did as Faith worked her artistry on his face before he knew the familiar sound of hairspray on the back of his neck. They took a brief break, inspecting their work as Mandy tapped his shoulder to get up and removed his bathrobe. He knew the drill too well now, seeing the formal red cheer costume being unzipped from its garment bag and removed from the hanger. Like a good patient, he stood motionless as the cold gel bra was placed over his arms and snapped on his back and before he knew it the familiar feel of the zipper moving up his back sealed him into his cheerleader costume like any other teenage girl. He sat back down now as the plastic cape covered the outfit to keep it clean and fresh as Faith again did his makeup, blending his eye shadows. Mandy now took the fun job of slipping on his little ankle socks and double knotting his sneakers as his false lashes were glued and triple coated with mascara. He sat there patiently as Mandy and Faith took turns leaving the room and each returned now dressed in their red uniforms with their makeup expertly done. Mandy returned her attention to his hair, combing through his bangs and then twisting over and over at the scalp directly behind them. When she finished she reached into her bag, ripping open a package and slipping a thick red sequin cover headband over his head as he felt her snuggly dig in its combs, scraping his scalp. She turned her attention to Faith now, removing her rollers and picking at her hair. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this, Mandy," said Faith as Mandy brushed her hair in front of Faith's eyes. "Stop Faith or they'll be crooked," said Mandy, snipping now as Faith cringed. "It's called teamwork. Cooperation! Unity and support!" "It's called insanity and I haven't had bangs since 4th grade," said Faith, giving Tommy a look as Mandy twisted at her hair now with her back to him. Within a few minutes, Mandy took another red sequin headband and slipped it onto Faith before turning and winking at Tommy. Faith now looked, shaking her head at Mandy and proceeded to pick through Mandy's hair, removing all the rollers. She combed the super long strand in front of Mandy's eyes and with a few snips was holding the long piece in her hand. "Ok Unity it is then," said Faith, twisting at Mandy's hair before sliding on the red sequin headband. "Unity and a few years to grow them out." The girls spun around now looking at Tommy as he saw their new bangs perched on their foreheads. He smiled as Mandy took her brush and then curling iron to his bangs as Faith brushed at his lips. "Ok my sisters," said Mandy, pulling off his cape. "Let's go win this thing and then we'll grow them out together." Tommy was stunned as the three were in identical costumes, makeup, and hairdos as he stood up running to the mirror. Their new bangs were perfectly curled under like his, and behind them each of them had a series of four small tight braids which faded into their large red sequin headbands which fronted a mass of thick wild curls down their backs. They were all overly made up with thick lashes and huge red glossy lips matching their red cheer outfits as Trisha appeared smiling as she saw them. "You girls look adorable together." Said Trisha surprised. "Yup, we are sisters today," said Mandy, hugging them as Trisha snapped some photos. "NOW LET'S GO WIN IT." Yelled Faith as they headed for the car. Tommy had never been so excited in his life for something to actually take place, as he could not stop thinking about getting his normal life back. As they got there, it was all business as their coach warmed them up and drilled in her final instructions. Tommy listened to everything that she asked and began the competition with his team. They performed flawlessly as the girls and football fill-ins all knew their routine's inside and out. They waited as the other teams performed their routines and then waited for the judges. The team sat on pins and needles as finally the decision was rendered. Unfortunately, their team finished a close second as everyone hugged and shared some tears. "Tommy, you were amazing," said Mrs. Klein. "I want you to know that the door is always open if you ever want to return to the cheer team. You are a special person." "Thank you Mrs. Klein, but my plan is to go back to football now," said Tommy. Mandy and Faith hugged him again, crying as they were sad it was over. "I'm going to miss Tammi," said Mandy, looking into his eyes as Faith walked away now. "Well, maybe you can still get to know Tommy though," said Tommy, smiling at her. "The ride home was pretty special for me." 'It was but I'm not sure," said Mandy. "You know I have a boyfriend and right now I need some time to sort all this out. It was wonderful, but for now let's just enjoy today ok. Plus I think right now you've got another relationship thing to deal with." Tommy looked up, seeing Kevin approaching with a large bouquet of flowers. "Not just beautiful, but talented," said Kevin, kissing his cheek. "Thanks," said Tommy, feeling odd accepting the flowers. "So I didn't know you were coming, but thanks for everything. Look tomorrow all this is over I'm going to call you and we can catch up and I'm going to tell you everything ok?" "It doesn't matter Tommy," said Kevin. "You're my best friend no matter what." "But what happened last night." Stammered Tommy. "I know I just took off and I owe you an explanation. It was my first kiss and I was just stunned and it was you. I didn't expect it and well." "It's cool," said Kevin, kissing his cheek. "We'll talk tomorrow but everything between us is perfect. We're best friends and that kiss is our little secret. Good night now." Tommy didn't know what to feel now as he strangely felt jilted by his first male and female kissers. He turned around, seeing his mother speaking to a small group as his eyes widened, seeing her waving him over. They headed for the car as she put her arm around him until they got in. "You did fantastic honey," said Trisha. 'It's been a crazy week, but I have to say I've truly enjoyed it." "I know you have mom," said Tommy. "But thankfully it's over." They headed into the house as Tommy was absolutely exhausted. His mother helped him out of his cheer outfit and wiped off his makeup. She helped unpin his hair and then happily he put on a pair of simple white briefs and ratty t-shirt before bed. "Get some rest and I'll get you up early. We'll wash out these curls and soak off those nails'. Said Trisha. "Sounds good," said Tommy, falling sound asleep. In the morning, his mother stormed into his room, ripping the sheets from his bed. "Hurry, get up," said Trisha. "Brush your teeth and get right back out here." "Ok," said Tommy rolling out of bed. "Did I oversleep?" "No, just hurry," said Trisha. Tommy went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He returned quickly as his mother wasted no time pulling his t-shirt over his head. Quickly, she slipped a simple white shirt over his head and had him step into a pair of jeans. She dropped some basic flip flops on the floor and quickly pulled his hair into a pony as she tugged him from the room by the hand. "Did I have to get dressed for breakfast." Whined Tommy. "Yes, we have unexpected company'. Said Trisha, dragging him down the stairs. "You're not dressed, you're just barely presentable but there's no time." Surprised, Tommy entered his kitchen seeing Mr. Steuben with two other people sitting at his kitchen table. "Good morning," said Mr. Steuben." "Good morning sir," said Tommy nervously. "Hello everyone." "So Tommy, you and I have talked a lot so I feel comfortable enough to say I'll cut right through all the bs," said Mr. Steuben. "We watched your competition and came away very impressed. I've seen you in football and cheerleading now and our university believes you are a great fit for us. We give out 5 specialty full scholarships each year, and I am here to offer you one of them." "Are you kidding!" said Tommy, almost jumping from his chair. "That would be like a dream come true for me sir." "Well that's not all Tommy," said Mr. Steuben. 'You see we pride ourselves in helping underprivileged yet talented unique young people like yourself, and part of our program is designed to help with your transition. A transition that would start immediately, as we would allow you to take some basic credits, as well we would help you with everything so that the minute you move to your dormitory, then you would be better equipment to cope and really be more comfortable." "Sounds amazing! Where do I sign. It's everything I ever wanted," said Tommy, grabbing the documents. "Honey, I think you better read and understand everything," said Trisha. "I'm not sure you understand dear." "Tommy, we are talking about a full scholarship and assistance in your transition. We don't know how far you want to take it, and it doesn't matter to us. Your therapist will help you decide that," said Mr. Stueben. "Why do I need a therapist?" said Tommy, as he stopped rummaging through the documents. "All young people like yourself do. Whether you think you do or not, we believe you need one," said Mr. Stueben. "College is a big enough transition, let alone one where you transition your gender." "Tommy, they offer 5 scholarships a year to transgender students," said his mother. "That is what they are offering you. You would be living with others who are transgendered." "Wait, what are you saying I am?" said Tommy, confused. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, we have many like you Tommy, and our school does not label people," said Mr. Steuben. "Just not as many who are talented athletically and academically like you?" "Wait, and that is the only type of scholarship you are offering?" said Tommy. "Am I hearing this correctly? You are offering me this because of what you think I am?" "Yes, that's what we have been evaluating you on," said Mr. Steuben. "If you are not interested in entering that type of program it's ok, but that's why we are here. We think you are beautiful, and talented, and intelligent. We'll give you five minutes and then we'll need an answer, because if you're not interested, I'll have to offer this to another student this afternoon. I brought Britney in case you had any student type questions. She's a junior and she can answer every day stuff." "Maybe later," said Tommy, confused. "Right now this is a lot to absorb." "Well, I'll be out here with Mr. Steuben if you need to ask me anything, but it's an amazing school," said Britney. "I know a lot of this might be hard on you but if you come to our school, I'm sure you'd love it. Just so you know, I live in the dorm with kids that have issues like you do, and it's no big deal. In our school , it's normal. You transition as slow as you want or some just stay as tyou are. No one judges you. It's very cool." He looked at his mother, wiping a tear from her eye as the group left the room for a minute. "Well that didn't sound so bad, then," said Tommy. "Maybe I could just say I'm doing it and then just say I changed my mind." "Maybe, but I really don't know honey," said Trisha, putting her arm around him. "All I do know Tommy is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I support you with any decision you make on this one, but just realize I don't think another scholarship like this is coming." "I know that mom," said Tommy. "I realize that this might be my only chance to go to college." "No honey. You would definitely get other chances," said his mother, rubbing his back. "This most likely will be your only chance for a few ride though. Understand, you'll be paying back student loans for many many years. I'm still paying mine now." Tommy's eyes teared up heavily as Mr. Steuben re-entered with the ladies. Tommy gave one last glance at his mother and took the pen, signing the documents. "I'm happy for you," said Mr. Steuben. "So let me confirm you are comfortable with everything then." "Yes sir," said Tommy, wiping more tears from his face. "Ok well, congratulations again and I'll be off now," said Mr. Steuben, colleting all the documents. "Nurse Jane will take a some blood and do your physical, and then Britney can answer any other questions you may have." "Sure, I guess," said Tommy as the nurse handed him a hospital type gown and turned her back. Tommy dropped his jeans to the floor and pulled off his shirt as everyone spun away. He changed quickly as she waited no time, then taking a vein and removing some blood. "Calm down sweetie. College will be the time of your life." She said as checked his pulse and heart. "Oohh." Whined Tommy as she gave him a quick injection in his left cheek. "Your tougher than that, aren't you. Now say Ahh," said the nurse ,as he stuck out his tongue and she dropped some pills in the back of his throat. "Relax and swallow honey." "Gross," said Tommy, whining as he sipped some water. "I hate pills." "It's no big deal. You'll get used to it," said the nurse, packing up her stuff. "You can change now. I'm finished." "Ok now don't be shy, because I've seen it all honey," said Britney, unraveling the little ties on his gown. "This is just a little present from our school and I'm dying to see how it looks on you. Now close your eyes." Tommy nervously closed his eyes as he felt the garment being pulled over his head and arms. Within seconds he felt the cold zipper on his back as Britney spun him around and hugged him. "You are going to be perfect for our school," said Britney smiling as she stepped back looking at him. "You're so adorable." "Thanks I guess," said Tommy, looking down at himself in the college cheerleader outfit. "It fits pretty well," said Trisha, smirking as she looked at him. "Well, we had all the measurements, so I think it'll be ok for now. Oh wait, I forget this," said Britney, snapping a big bow in his hair. "I figured it would be a nice welcome present and also he'll be working out with the team during the summer breaks and recess. How cute is that." "Wait, I'm on the cheerleader squad already?" said Tommy, as Britney admired his image. "No silly, but you will be," said Britney. "You signed up for it and the camp today. I guess you didn't read that but it doesn't matter, because they recruited you heavily for the team. Don't worry about it, you're a natural. It's better to take your time anyway, because your body needs to adjust and you get sore sometimes." "I don't get sore working out," said Tommy. "Cheer is easy for me. I've always kept myself in shape'. "You know, as some of the hormonal changes occur ,it takes a bit out of you, but you'll adjust," said the nurse. "What changes?" Whined Tommy. "Honey, the dose we start with is very high to get you rolling, so expect some cramps and discomfort," said the nurse. "Genetically, I think you resemble your mother a lot, so I think in time you can expect to have what she has." "Trust me, I could not have imagined how I'd turn out but look at me know," said Britney smiling and posing. "Wait, you are transitioning?" said Trisha. "Yes, of course." Britney giggled. "Sorry, I thought you knew. Yes I was Brad three years ago, and look at me now. It takes a few months before you'll get your change of name documents in the mail, but Mr. Steuben is pretty good with all this paperwork." "Wait, you're a guy." Tommy couldn't believe his eyes, seeing her perky boobs and round body and whatever she said stunned him. "Technically, yes," said Britney, smiling. "But I don't label myself and neither does our school. You'll be able to be whatever and whomever you want Tammi." "Well, you look fantastic Britney," said Trisha amazed. "I think it will be a huge asset to have a friend like you." "Thanks, here's my cell number honey, and I'll be chatting with you soon," said Britney, hugging him as he felt her firm boobs against his chest. "Congratulations again." "Thank you again," said Trisha as they headed out the door. "Oh, one last thing," said Britney as she rolled down the window. "Buy some good bras because for me that was the worst part if I didn't get good support, and your mom's are quite a big bigger than mine. It'll be uncomfortable for a while but obviously they're worth it. See you soon Tammi." "Crap," said Tommy, grabbing his chest in horror. "Oh, and I almost forgot," said Britney looking at her phone. "We have a planned dinner in two weeks. You can bring your boyfriend if you want. He's really cute that Kevin, or if you're more comfortable just come alone. You could also come with that guy you know Jimmy, because he accepted our scholarship offer as well. It never hurts to come with someone you already know. In a few minutes I'll text him and tell him you accepted as well. I'm sure he'll be pumped, and it seemed like you two had some chemistry. Anyway, my last bit of advice is not to get too tied up with any boys, because I'm pretty sure you'll have no issues in that area. See ya soon." "Looks like we won't be soaking off those nails then will we."? Said Trisha, staring at him. "You're going to need some clothes!"