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The Cheerleader Belladonna Andrew White blinked at his mother a few times, sure that he had misheard her. Ignoring her, he shook his head as he reached for his cell phone. "Andrew, answer me," his mother demanded. "What?" "Will you do it?" "Do what?" "Step in for Emma," Miranda repeated herself. "How could I step in for Emma?" Andrew retorted, shaking his head once more at the request he could no longer pretend he had not heard. "I just need you to fill in for her for one competition. That's it. Then, she'll be back." "Well, when you put it like that...no!" "It's only for one meet," his sister chimed in. Andrew glared at his sister and replied, "Let me repeat, NO!" "How can you be so selfish?" "I'm being selfish?" Andrew countered while he stared at his sister, dumbfounded by her declaration. "Yes. Me and mom really need your help." "Okay, let me see if I understand exactly what you're asking." Okay," his sister replied. "Emma got hurt. She can't make your next competition in three weeks, so you want me to step in for her." "Yes," Belle replied to her brother. "And this would, let me just go out on a limb here, require me to do what Emma would have done at the meet, right?" Belle and her mother nodded in response before Andrew continued, "And this would involve me, having to wear the uniform, right?" "Yes," Miranda begrudgingly admitted to her son. "And not the male cheerleader uniform. I would have to wear that floppy skirt uniform." "It's not a big deal," Belle replied. "IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL," Andrew bellowed in reply. "No. It's only for one competition and some practices." "Do you hear yourself?" Andrew countered his sister. "It would really help us out." Andrew stared blankly at his sister before his eyes turned towards his downtrodden mother. Andrew shook his head as he replied, "I'm sure it would, but at what cost?" "What is it really go to cost you?" Belle countered. "My dignity, my pride, my ability to walk on campus without people shouting that I'm that guy in a skirt." "Who would really know?" Belle replied. "Who? How about the entire cheerleading squad to start with! Do you think they're not going to realize that their coach's son is standing there in a skirt?" "They're a good group of girls," Miranda interjected. "I didn't say they weren't. I'm just not about to go around in a skirt with them!" "It won't be that bad." "Oh, it would be that bad! Why can't you find somebody else?" "Who else is there for us to find at the school on such short notice?" "It's a big God damn campus." "It's the break. We can't find another girl. There are some students that live around here, but most of our squad came back right after Christmas just to make sure that we would get in enough practice." "There has to be a girl around here who can do it!" "Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. But if there is, we don't know if she exists, but, we know you can do it," Miranda countered her son. Andrew shook his head, prompting his mother to shout, "You look me in the eyes and tell me that you couldn't pull off her moves." Andrew looked his mother in the eyes, but he could not bring himself to lie to her. His record of accomplishment in gymnastics spoke for itself. He had been a state champion and possessed greater agility and body control than most of the girls on his mother's squad he had seen. The girls were mostly around his size too, with the exception of some of the female spotters who were larger than he was in almost everyway. Still, Andrew could not bring himself to agree to it. He stared at his mother and said, "Why can't one of your male cheerleaders fill in? One of the gay ones would probably kill to put on all the ribbons and glitter and all that other faggy bullshit! I could step in for one of them." Miranda replied, "They're not agile enough. They're strong, but they can't move like you." 'Lucky bastards,' Andrew thought as his mind drifted to his childhood and teenage years that were consumed by gymnastics and ballet since his mother felt he was too diminutive for the contact sports that his male classmates participated in. Staring at her silent son, Miranda decided to press further, "You know, it's not like I ask a lot of you." Andrew stared at his mother in silence. He knew she was trying to guilt trip him as he replied, "You're asking way too much with this one." Miranda gave him a dejected look before he asked, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'm just disappointed," Miranda replied, trying to drive the knife into her son's heart to make him reconsider. "I can't do it," Andrew whined. "You could," Belle interjected. "It's just such a big deal, and all the girls have worked so hard," Miranda noted, shaking her head. Andrew shook his own head at his mother's attempt to manipulate him. Belle noted, "You know this is the first time one of Mom's squads has ever gone to nationals. It's such a big deal for the school and us...and Mom and..." "I get that, but you can lose to Kentucky with or without me." "They're not in our division," Belle noted. "So, it's easier then?" Andrew retorted. "But we're knocking out a flyer, three other spotters and one of the boys if you don't go out there with them," his dejected mother replied. Andrew felt guilty as he looked at her, but he refused to reconsider. He shook his head as he stood up and said, "I'm not doing it." Miranda and Belle watched as he walked out of the room and made his way to his bedroom. Miranda shook her head as she turned to her daughter to ask, "Well, what do we do now?" "I've got this," Belle replied while she started to dial her cell phone. Andrew closed the door to his room and turned on his television as he relaxed on his bed. Andrew tried to shake away the image of the look on his mother's face that was seared into his consciousness. He briefly thought of capitulating, but he knew that it was not worth the damage he would do to himself on campus. While Andrew was hardly a ladies' man, he knew that he was at least thought of as a man. He believed that he would never be thought of as one of the guys on campus again if he went around in a skirt, with his long, blonde hair curled up and sporting cheerleading competition makeup. After an hour had passed, Andrew heard a knock on his door. "Go away," Andrew said to whoever was knocking upon his door. "Andrew, can I come in?" Andrew heard a female voice he recognized say. "Sure," Andrew replied as he sat up on his bed wondering why Ella Braxton was knocking upon his door. Ella opened the door and stepped into his room. She flashed Andrew a smile before she closed the door behind her. She crossed her legs as she stood in front of Andrew. His eyes took in her appearance. Her thin body was covered by a pair of black leggings and a figure hugging, grey metallic mock neck sweater that showed off her ample curves. She ran her slightly tanned fingers through her long dark blonde hair that never failed to allure him. Andrew stared at her in silence waiting for her to part her two pink lips to explain why she was where he longed dreamed of her being. Ella was his sister's best friend on the squad. They had met early on during their freshmen year on campus. From the moment Belle introduced her to Andrew, he had developed a crush on her. He never spoke a word about it to anyone, however, believing that she was well out of his league. "What can I do for you?" Andrew asked, breaking the silence in the room. "Your sister told me that you're going to be joining our squad." "She did?" Andrew replied with a shake of his head. "Yes. It's so awesome," Ella gushed. "Huh?" Ella moved towards Andrew and hugged him before as she said, "I love a guy who shows him feminant side." "What are you talking about?" Andrew muttered, confused by the turn of events. Ella sat beside him, nuzzling up to him as she said, "I like a good boy who makes a good girl." "Okay," Andrew replied, still befuddled by the nature of their conversation. "Haven't you ever seen one of my boyfriends?" Ella asked. Andrew shook his head, unaware of what a single one of them looked like. Ella smiled as she placed the pink nails of her fingertips into his long blonde hair and said, "Oh come on, you're telling me that you didn't see their pretty long hair or their short skirts." Andrew shook his head again, wondering if some of the girls he saw her with were really her boyfriends. The thought seemed far-fetched to him, but he figured that stranger things had happened while his manhood surged as he whiffed her scent. "Didn't you ever wonder why you never see a guy with me?" Andrew nodded. He wondered how a girl as good looking as Ella never seemed to have a boyfriend, but he was happy enough that it left him a remote chance to get her for himself if the stars aligned. "I like my boys my super pretty." "That's...interesting," Andrew replied, unsure of what to make of Ella's claimed predilections. "I can't wait to see how pretty you look," Ella added. "Um..." "Do you think we should get started without your mom and sister?" "What?" "If I snuck you into your sister's room and made you over, do you think they'd be upset that we didn't let them help?" Ella gushed with wide eyes and a smile that made Andrew's manhood swell further. "I...I...I don't know. This hasn't really come up before," Andrew replied, trying to gain his bearings as he realized that Ella expected him to undergo a feminine makeover without delay. "Let's just do it," Ella said with a giggle while she got up and took Andrew by the hand. 'I'm not really doing this,' Andrew said to himself as he followed behind Ella. She opened his bedroom door and led him into Belle's room. Ella closed the door behind her. Andrew was alarmed by the eagerness in her eyes that were on the same level as his. She rushed to push him down onto the chair in front of his sister's vanity, trying to ensure that he could not get a moment of clarity about what they were doing. Andrew's instinct to run dissipated as Ella stood behind him. Her hands felt good to him as they moved through his hair. Andrew's eyes focused on Ella's reflection in the mirror, feeling closer to her than he thought he ever would be. "Are you ready?" Andrew shook his head slightly before Ella placed a kiss on his cheek and said, "You're such a sweetheart for doing this for your Mom." "I am?" Ella nodded before she took hold of his sister's brush and began working it through his long hair. Andrew cringed as she brushed out his many knots before she took one of his sister's bow adorned black scrunchies and tied his hair back into a high ponytail. Ella smiled at her handiwork that struck Andrew as so peculiar looking over his makeup free face and male clothes. Ella clapped her hands as she said, "Now, let's get you out of those yucky clothes and into something pretty." Andrew was aghast as Ella drew open his sister's closet. She pulled out one of her dresses. She smiled as she said, "I always loved this dress." Andrew nodded, not knowing what to say before Ella reached for his shirt and started pulling it over his head. Andrew did not resist the feeling of her hands on his body while she pulled the shirt off him. Ella smiled at his largely smooth upper body before she asked, "Where does your sister keep her bras?" "How would I know," Andrew replied in a mumble. "She never left the drawer open?" Andrew thought it over before he pointed to a drawer, instantly regretting his decision. Ella leaned over the drawer as she drew it open. Andrew focused on her rear and the curves of her body that were clear beneath her outfit. Ella removed a bra from the drawer before she approached him. Andrew took a step back as she approached, but Ella said, "Relax, it's not going to hurt." "I'm not sure about this." "I am," Ella countered before giving him a fleeting kiss on his desperate lips. The kiss confused Andrew while Ella began bringing his arms through the bra straps. After she hooked it, Andrew gave the ill-fitting bra a wary glance before Ella stuffed the cups with his sister's socks and took hold of the dress. Andrew shook his head as she approached him with it. Ella could sense his fearful reluctance as she squealed, "You're going to look so pretty in this." "But I'm a guy..." "Just my kind of guy," Ella replied, cutting him off before she brought the mid thigh length, cream-colored dress down over his head. Andrew offered no protest as the semi-sheer lace overlay dress came over him. Ella helped pull his arms through the short sleeves, prompting Andrew to begin to feel more like her doll than a person in her presence. Andrew looked down at the ornate crochet details along the hem of the dress that matched the pattern across the rest of the dress. The hem, as well as the attached cream-colored slip he could see through parts of the dress, looked strange hanging over his shorts. Tearing his eyes away from his hem, Andrew glanced up at Ella's smiling face. He was confused over how quickly things had escalated before Ella dropped to her knees before him. Andrew had dreamt and fantasized of her dropping to her knees before him many times before. Ella worked his shorts down his legs as he long hoped she would. He closed his eyes and hoped for the best. Instead of placing her lips on his hardened manhood, however, Ella started lifting his feet to begin working a rolled up pair of black leggings up his legs instead. Ella brushed his manhood as she brought the leggings over the boxers that were still covering his crotch. She let her hands linger while she moved the waistband up to his hips. Andrew's member pushed against the soft, nylon-blend fabric that forced it to his body. Ella stared at it, feeling a strange sense of arousal at seeing Andrew's response to her efforts. She gave him an anxious smile as their eyes met, trying to remember that she was supposed to be acting. Ella bit her lip as she moved her hand away from him. She then stood up and led him towards his sister's vanity. Andrew sat down before it again as Ella moved around him to get a good look at his face. After she grabbed his sister's cosmetics, she started applying them to his face. With each cosmetic she painted him with, Ella found herself increasingly attracted to him. A strange excitement ran through her as she gave a boy a makeover for the first time. While she had always dated pretty boys, she was surprised to be attracted to such a feminine guy. He looked completely like a girl. 'Am I lesbian?' She wondered for a second before she shook her head, confident that she had never been attracted to a natural born woman before. She smiled as made Andrew smack his lips before she whispered, "You're going to need to shave your legs and armpits for practice." "I think my sister has a razor," Andrew responded in a meek tone. "I bet your mother and your sister both have one," Ella politely cored Andrew before kissing his cheek and hugging him. Andrew's member surged as Ella brushed her cheek against his before she finished putting on his makeup. "You look so pretty," Ella said as she took a step back and stared at her creation, stunned by his appearance. "Uh...thanks," Andrew replied, nervously rubbing his exposed arms, unsure what he should make of the feminized reflection that was staring back at him. Ella grinned at his uneasiness while she wrapped her arms around him. She smiled as she looked at their reflections in his sister's vanity. "We look like quite the couple," Ella replied, with no sense of anything forced in the declaration that struck them both as odd. "Are you ready to show your mother and sister?" Ella asked. "No," Andrew answered. "Come on," Ella said as she helped him to his feet. "I'm still not sure about this," Andrew replied before his eyes darted back to his reflection in the mirror. He could not believe how much the makeup contrasted against his milky white skin. Beneath the makeup and ponytail, his 5'4" frame looked undeniable girlish under the clothing and padding that Ella had dressed it up in. Ella grinned as she placed a kiss upon his lips and forced her tongue into his mouth. Her hands caressed his sides before Andrew's hand figured out that they were supposed to do the same to her. As their lips parted, Ella said, "If you're my girl, there will be a lot more of that in your future." Andrew grinned at the prospect before he found himself being pulled out of Belle's room by Ella. She walked him through the house before she said, "Ladies, let me introduce the newest member of our cheer squad, Andie White." Belle and Miranda stared at Andrew with dumbfounded looks. Why they had suggested his makeover, neither realized that he would make a more than convincing girl. "He's hot," Belle uttered as she brought her hands over her mouth, trying to cover her amused smile. Miranda nodded in response. The look in his Mother's eyes seemed vacant to Andrew before she mustered a response of her own, "Very pretty." Andrew blushed at the compliments that were an affront to his masculinity before Ella hugged him close and said, "I always liked my boys pretty." Miranda squirmed as she saw the kiss one of her cheerleaders placed on her feminized son. 'This wasn't part of the plan,' she thought before seeing how happy Andrew looked. "I leave you girls to get acquainted," Ella said before she kissed and hugged Andrew. She said goodbye to Miranda before the woman began to examine her son's high ponytail. As his mother fussed with his hair, Belle led Ella outside. Once they exited the house, Belle squealed with a smile, "He totally fell for it." "Yah. Yah...he did," Ella replied, confused by what she was feeling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Ella came over the next morning and greeted Miranda and Belle before she knocked upon the door to Andrew's room. "What?" Andrew barked. "Are you up?" Ella asked. "Yes, come in," Andrew answered, immediately sitting up upon hearing Ella's sweet sounding voice. Ella smiled at Andrew while she entered his room and asked, "Are you going to get ready?" "I don't know how to do it myself," Andrew admitted. "Then, let me teach you," Ella said with a wink before she held her hand out to Andrew. Andrew clutched her smooth and soft hand and got out of bed. Her small, thin hand felt wonderful within his while they made their way to his sister's room. Ella smiled as she placed the skort, sports bra and top that Miranda had purchased for her son on Belle's bed. Miranda had put them in her daughter's room to not raise his suspicions, not wanting to give away her plan until she was sure that he was onboard. Andrew stared at the outfit and asked, "What's with the skirt?" "It's an athletic skort." "Skort?" "A skirt that's also shorts." "Uh...huh." "Let's face it, you can't just wear spanx and a sports bra like the other girls." "No," Andrew replied with a laugh. "You need a little more cover." "A lot more cover," Andrew replied with a smirk, too distracted to inquire why his immodest sister had, comparatively, modest coverings in her closet. Ella nodded before she grinned and asked, "Did you shave your legs like we discussed?" "Yes and my armpits," Andrew admitted, slightly embarrassed at the fact that he had done what she suggested. "Good," Ella replied before she had Andrew change into the outfit. Andrew started by bringing the short skort up his legs. He felt the tight compression of the garment that seemed as tight of the leggings he had been wearing the day before. Andrew then reached for his blue sports bra and pulled it over his head. It soon came to rest over his flat chest. Andrew glanced at it while his fingers ran along the edges of the cups and said, "What does this really do for me?" Distracted by his actions, Ella was silent for a few second before she replied, "Nothing for the flat chested, but we're going to fix that a little?" "A little?" "Just a little." "How?" Ella reached into her bag and removed two small breast forms as she replied, "With these!" "What the hell are those?" Andrew asked with wide eyes, taken aback by the small flesh colored forms with nipples in her hands. "Fake tits." "Fake tits?" Andrew asked for clarification. "A-cups. So, I don't know if you can really call them tits at that size." Andrew nodded as he stared at Ella's C-cup bust for a moment while she approached him and stuffed both cups of the bra. Finishing, she ran her hands across his back and snapped the rear of the blue racerback bra band against it. Andrew hopped a little to her amusement. She giggled at his reaction and said, "See, it holds them real tight." Andrew nodded again before Ella handed him a skintight cap sleeved top with a scoop neckline, telling him that it would give him another layer of support for his prosthetic enhanced chest. Once Andrew finished pulling the top down to his waist, he sat on the edge of his bed and put on a pair of ankle socks. "What am I wearing for shoes?" "I don't think any of your sister's will fit you. Do you have any white sneakers?" "Not girls' sneakers," Andrew retorted. "Any flat sneakers will do until we get you a real pair." Andrew nodded before he walked out of his sister's bedroom to retrieve a pair of his sneakers. He laced them up and put them on before he walked back into his sister's room. "Not bad, skater girl," Ella said with a grin as she looked at the whit skater sneakers while he walked into the room. Andrew shrugged as he sat down at his sister's vanity and let Ella tie his hair back into a high ponytail again. She kissed his cheek before she reached down and began to do his makeup. She instructed Andrew about how to do it while she placed it on his face. Andrew nodded and claimed he understood while she leaned over his body, repeatedly giving him an eye level view of her ample bust. After she finished with his makeup, Ella stepped away from Andrew. Andrew stood up as he watched her retrieve two more pieces of clothing. "What's that?" Andrew asked. "Cover-ups," Ella replied as she handed him a blue windbreaker to cover up his top with. Feeling more than a little exposed, Andrew hurried to put it on before he stepped into the matching, loose fitting, blue warm up pants that felt strange above his skort. Ella smiled as she pulled up the zipper of her pink and white jogging top. Andrew tried in vain to hide his disappointment at watching her cleavage disappear beneath the top. Ella's eyes met his before she led him out of the room to see his mother and sister. The two smiled to each other while they complimented Andrew's appearance before they all made their way out the door. Ella started towards her car. Andrew tried to follow behind her with his sister, but his mother said in a whisper, "Andrew, I need you to come with me. We need to discuss some things." Andrew was dejected over separating from Ella. He wanted to object, but he was fearful that Ella might be turned off by him fighting with his mother. With gritted teeth, Andrew forced himself to reply, "Okay, Mom." Miranda unlocked the car before she got inside with Andrew. As she began driving to the college's athletic complex, she turned towards her son and said, "I want you to know, we've reached out to all the cheerleaders and let them know who you are." "Mom!" "They had to know. They would have figured it out." Andrew's momentary sense of outrage cooled as he realized that she was right. There was no way that he was going to fool any of the girls and guys on the squad regarding who he really was. Each one of them had seen him on more than one occasion. "They've all agreed to keep your secret since you're helping them out." Andrew nodded, happy to hear his mother's statement before she continued, "I'm will also only being calling you Andie and will refer you to only as a girl." Andrew gave his mother an inquisitive look. Miranda answered his look by explaining, "I'm only doing this because I don't want to raise any suspicions from anybody that might walk by our practice or overhear us." Andrew nodded, feeling that it was a reasonable explanation. Still, Andrew feared what awaited him while they continued making their way to the campus before they walked in together. Andrew, Ella, and Belle helped Miranda setup for the scheduled practice before the first cheerleaders entered the practice to see Andrew standing there denuded of hair and dressed in a skort. Andrew's cheeks turned red at the sight of the girls and guys stifling their laughter as they looked him over. The group surrounded him before one of the girls asked, "Do we have to call you Snow White now?" "Please, she definitely one of the dwarves," one of the taller guys on the squad retorted before Andrew could reply. Andrew blushed at the joke, more sensitive to height jokes than he liked to let on. There was some more light kidding at his expense, but nothing went too far. His belief that they were too scared of his mother to do anything exploitative to him was a source of relief as he processed their words. All of the girls came over and examined Andrew from head to toe. A few told him that they thought he was sweet for stepping in to help his mother and sister. Andrew was happy for their words before he hugged a few of the girls who were the most verbally appreciative of his efforts on the squad's behalf. Andrew nodded as he went along with the girls' perceptions, not wanting to admit that he was really doing it to date Ella. Andrew thought that if the girls believed he was doing it for altruistic reasons, they would be more likely to keep his secret and their kidding of him to a minimum. Andrew was afraid of what they would think if they knew the truth. He was sure that it would make him look as desperate for her as he felt. As the last of the cheerleaders came in and got a good look at Andrew, his mother called for the squad's attention. She smiled as she said, "Okay, I think we've all gotten to know Andie, now. We should all be thanking her for what she's doing for us." Andrew blushed as he got a light round of applause from his new teammates. His mother then continued, "And Andie has some experience. She did some cheerleading when she was younger. I tried to get her on her high school squad, but she wanted to do gymnastics. But I think that cheerleading is the reason that she's won so many so many Floor Routine competitions." Andrew cringed at the statement, even though everyone on the squad knew that he was an accomplished gymnast before he injured his shoulder on the rings. Once she finished introducing Andrew, Miranda proceeded to run the group through their exercises. Stretching was followed by proceeding into their routine. Miranda smiled as she looked at her son and said, "Andrew, it's just like when you were younger. It all works off the eight count. Let's start. Belle show us how it's done." Belle nodded while she forced a smile to her face as she went through her routine, stating each movement while she did them, "Punch 1, step 2, hop 3, turn 4, roll arms 5 and 6, crisscross 7 & 8." "And, now, the next one." The members she most worked with descend upon Belle as they said unison, "Set High V 1, Hold 2, Start Jump 3, Hit Jump 4, Land Jump 5, hold 6, stand 7, hold 8." Miranda cheered her members before she said, "Everybody from the top." Andrew danced along through the first two parts of the choreography, stepping in for Emma without much issue since the routine was far simpler than most he had done as a dancer or gymnast. As the second eight finished being counted down, Miranda shook her head at her son and said, "You need more expression." "What?" Andrew asked. "Facial. You don't communicate with just your voice and your body. Your expression has to come through. A cheerleader's got to smile throughout it all. Remember this a performance. You're acting. Smile big and bob your head so everyone can see it." Andrew forced a smile to his face as he bobbed his head and smiled like the other girls on the squad while they ran through the same start to the routine. Miranda nodded as she pushed the squad further into their routine as Andrew followed along, trying to get the steps down. Miranda called the practice to a stop as she said, "Andie, you need more movement with your arms. Don't just move your legs. You got to watch your hands." "I was watching my hands." "I saw your thumbs out. Thumbs lie across the outside of your fingers. Not tucked away inside or sticking out. Try it." Andrew moved his arms about while he did his steps before his mother stopped him and said, "Watch your wrists. Don't break them like a little priss. They're supposed to be an elegant, clean line from your shoulders to your hands." "Yes, mother," Andrew muttered in response to laughter of the squad. "I'll let that slide once," Miranda retorted to her son before she added, "Nobody here gets special treatment, and I expect the highest respect from each of you, but especially from my own children." Andrew struggled to not retort as he began following along with the squads choreography again. As they went through more eight counts, his mother shouted, "Now, pout." Andrew pouted with the girls in unison. "Good" his mother shouted before adding, "Kissy-face." "Now, shock." Andrew paused unsure what to do before he saw the girls put their flat right fingers over their mouths. Andrew followed suit as they went through it again. "Okay let's bring it in." Andrew and Ella moved with the others towards his mother. Ella put her arm around his left shoulder and placed her head on his right shoulder while they listened to his mother. Miranda turned her attention to her son and said, "Andie, we're going to do some jumps now. Do you remember your jumps?" Andrew nodded as Ella released him. He stepped away from the group and did a High V jump to show his mother and Ella he could still do it. "Good, girl," Miranda said. Despite his mother's words earlier, it still felt strange for Miranda and Andrew to hear her address him as such. Some of the girls demonstrated the next set for Andrew before he went about practicing it as his mother shouted it out with the girls, "Set High V 1, Hold 2, Start Jump 3, Hit Jump 4, Whip 5, Hit 2nd toe touch 6, Land Jump 7, Hold 8. Stand 1, Hold 2, T Jump 3, Land Jump 4..." "Okay, okay," Miranda then shouted, stopping the routine as she looked at Andrew and said, "Good effort, however, you need a little more refinement. You're a little out of step with the girls." "I would think I would be," Andrew countered, wanting to shout he had not been practicing with them for years, unlike most of the girls on the squad. Miranda lectured her son, "When you jump, you keep your body tight until you land. Now, clap and jump." Andrew followed along clapping once and jumping. Miranda nodded and said, "Better! Now, keep your chest up and bring your legs up to your arms by rolling your hips under." Andrew worked to do the same jump, following her direction. Miranda nodded and said, "Even better. Now, when you jump I want you to point your toes." Andrew asked for a demonstration prompting Ella to volunteer. Andrew watched her feet before he imitated her. Miranda grinned as she replied, "Good, job. Now, Andie and all the girls, I want to whip your legs up as fast as you can and snap your feet back to the center as hard as you can." "Good," Miranda shouted before she had the squad go through the steps they had practiced earlier once more. Miranda shook her head at Andrew as she stopped the practice again and said, "When you land, it's should be quiet. You're flailing your arms when you land." "Yah, you don't want to look like a sissy," one of the gay squad members joked to the laughter of some of his teammates. Miranda glared at the boy. She shook her head and said, "Watch it!" "Sorry," the boy apologized. Miranda shook her head again at him before she told her son, "Your arms should be still when you land. Remember, keep your arms and your body tight." Andrew sighed before he practiced again alone. Once Andrew finished, the boys came over and did some lifts of the cheerleaders. Andrew and Ella stood together as they waited for their turns to practice their parts of it. Ella's arm never parted from Andrew's waist as they snuck kisses until it was his time to be lifted. Andrew felt emasculated as he approached the boy who lifted him over his head with ease. Andrew kicked his leg up, parallel to his head prompting one of the gay boys on the squad to snicker as he came down, "Hey, boner girl, you better get that under control before the competition." Andrew's face went flush as he realized that the erection he received from Ella's touch had been shown to the whole squad when his skirt flew up. The laughter of his teammates made him almost want to cry as Ella began to rub his arms while scowling at her teammates. Miranda was aghast too. She shook her head at her laughing daughter. Ella composed herself before they proceeded to finish their practice with more lifts and jumps, which were followed by cool down stretches. Once practice finished, Andrew and Belle walked with his mother back to her office in the athletic center. As they walked, Miranda reinforced the concepts that were taught to Andrew throughout the practice. After finishing her day in her office, Miranda led her kids back to her car and drove them home, continuing to instruct Andrew on cheerleading the entire way. As they settled in at home, Belle walked up to Andrew and said, "I've got something that will help keep you under control around Ella." "What are you talking about?" "I saw how embarrassed you were..." "And what do you have for that?" Andrew retorted as he blushed, thinking about the recent humiliation that still stung him. "I got something from a doctor for it." "Why?" "It's just a side effect on guys. That's why they're not supposed to take it." "What is it?" "It's a stupid little drug I take every few months. Let me show you." Andrew followed Belle into her room, confused by what she was up to. His eyes widened as he saw the syringe in her hand. He shook his head as she struggled not to yell, "You shoot up?" "What? No! I'm not a junkie! It's nothing like that!" "It's a needle for Christ's sake! What are you doing with it?" "I gave myself a little shot." "A doctor lets you give yourself a shot?" Andrew asked, stunned by the realization. "The insulin people do it all the time." "Are you a junkie?" "No! It's medicine." "Then, why doesn't a doctor give it to you?" "He can, but, sometimes, you need to do it yourself." "Where did you really get this?" Andrew asked as he looked at the new syringe that Belle was removing from a sealed package before she began to prep it. "I ordered it online." "And they shipped it to you?" "Relax. I got it from Canada." "Well, that's better than Mexico, but..." "Don't worry. I've done this tons of times," Belle countered as she took out the drug and sucked it into the syringe. "Are you sure about this?" Andrew asked as he looked at the label and read it aloud, "Depo Pro...Vera. It sounds girly." "It's not. Guys take it to, just for different reasons." "Is going to do anything permanent to me?" "The effects only last a few months," Belle replied, dismissing her brother's concerns. "Months!" "It's just going to help get you under control." "Are you crazy? I'm not letting you stick me with that." "It's fine. I just gave myself a shot yesterday," Belle countered before she showed Andrew the used needle that she hid beneath her mattress, while she waited for a chance to discreetly dispose of it. "How did you learn to do this?" "Friends," Belle replied as she grabbed Andrew's arm. "And this is safe?" "We do it all the time for each other." "Again why not go to a....OUCH," Andrew replied as the needle pierced the skin of his upper arm. "I didn't say stick me with it," Andrew yelled before Belle chided, "Whatever, stay still. It's already in." Belle finished pushing the plunger down before she pulled the needle out. She then began to bandage the puncture point after she disinfected it. As she put the Band-Aid on his arm, he shook his head and said, "You're such a bitch." "Oh, stop whining like a little girl," Belle replied. "I'm not whining," Andrew griped with a pout. He shook his head as he stormed out of her room, rubbing his arm before he went into his bedroom to change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Ella came by and did his makeup again. Once she finished, they headed over to the cheerleading practice together and proceed through a series of jumps after stretching. After finishing with their stretches, Miranda started pushing Andrew to get familiarized again with stunts. She pulled Andrew and the rest of Emma's stunt group off to the side while the rest of the squad practiced without them. The assistant coach had the boy in the group get down on all fours before Andrew and three other spotters surrounded the boy. Ella moved through them before Andrew and another girl helped her onto the boy's back. Ella was careful not to step on the boy's spine as she placed each foot onto one side of his back. Ella squeezed her stomach and butt in and shrugged her chest upwards as she fell towards Andrew and another spotter. They practiced it several times before proceeding onto a shove-wrap drill where they forced Ella up in the air before catching her around her waist and thighs. Andrew loved the feeling of holding her, even if the situation was less than ideal for it as he put her down. They went through a series of other drills before Ella was finally tossed into the air. Andrew felt nervous as he caught her, not wanting anything bad to happen to her. Despite knowing that the other spotters were all well seasoned and knew what they were doing, Andrew was still nervous about each throw. The remaining practices of the week continued similarly. The practices only differed as more aspects of their performances were being worked in at each practice, together with full runs of their entire competition routine. When the weekend came, Andrew picked up his books for the upcoming school semester that was starting right after the competition. Ella called while he shopped and asked if he wanted to go shopping for his girls' sneakers. Andrew replied that he was not doing so until nightfall so that he would reduce the likelihood of being identified en femme outside of the girls' athletic store. Ella smiled at his explanation before they made arrangements to meet him at his house to help get him ready to shop. After sharing an early dinner with his mother and sister, Andrew answered the door to let Ella inside their home. Andrew gave her a hug and a kiss before he led her into his sister's room. Belle joined them not long after to watch Ella work on her brother. "Isn't this weird for you?" Belle asked her friend. "No. I love having a living doll," Ella admitted while she winked at Andrew. Andrew grinned in response before Ella told her to leave the room while she got her brother changed. Belle sulked on the way out of her room, catching a glimpse of her friend removing a skirt from her closet for her brother on her way out the door. Ella smiled at the faux suede, bodycon, mid thigh length, cocoa colored skirt with matching long fringes descending from its hem to below the knee. She handed it to Andrew before she said, "It's kind of cold out. You're going need tights to go with this." "Couldn't I just wear pants," Andrew inquired, inspecting the fringes with his fingertips as he did so. "Where's the fun in that," Ella replied, quickly spinning so that the hem of her skater skirt would kick up to give Andrew a fleeting up the skirt glimpse. After her skirt descended back to its position, Ella tossed Andrew a pair of black tights from her purse. Andrew held the tights out to the side of his body and asked, "What do I do with these?" Ella giggled at his response before she answered, "Put 'em on. It's just like putting on leggings, except with feet." "Isn't that a big difference?" "Well...yes," Ella admitted before adding, "Let me help you." Andrew accepted her offer without hesitation. He helped her remove his clothes until he was down to his boxers. Ella pulled them down with a grin before Andrew reflexively covered his flaccid manhood. "It's nothing I'm not going to see, right?" Ella inquired. "Why buy the cow if you get the milk for free," Andrew retorted, trying to maintain what was left of his modesty. Ella shook her head as she rolled down the tights and had Andrew sit on the edge of his sister's bed. Picking up his feet at her direction, Andrew watched her slowly cover his feet with the tights. She worked them up his legs in tandem. The sensations felt good on his body, but he did not have the same physical reaction to them that he had to the leggings. Ella caught Andrew's surprised look and inquired, "Is anything wrong?" "No. I was just thinking about what my sister would do if she knew that my bare ass was on her bed," Andrew lied. "What was that?" Belle yelled through the door, giving away that she had been listening in on them the whole time. "He's just joking," Ella replied as they shared a laugh. "I'm coming in," Belle responded. "Not yet!" Andrew yelled. "Not unless you want a crotch shot," Ella added. "Ew...sick," Belle retorted to Ella and Andrew's laughter. Ella finished bringing the tights up Andrew's legs before she said, "I can take it from here if you can't." Surprised by his lack of an erection, Andrew blushed and said, "I've got it." "Okay, but don't keep hogging it," Ella replied with a smile as she stood up. Andrew followed her lead and turned his back to her, not wanting her to get a glimpse of his flaccid manhood. With his back turned to her, he finished pulling the tights up his body until the waistband snapped below his waist. With the tights on, Andrew stepped into the skirt without any hesitation. Ella then beckoned him towards his sister's closet to help pick him out a top. Andrew walked towards it, feeling the fringes brush against his legs with each step. Andrew frowned at the odd feeling. Ella recognized his discomfort with it and rushed to clutch his sister's pink miniskirt from the closet. She straightened her shoulders as she said, "If you don't like that skirt, I think you pull this one off." "No. That's okay," Andrew hurried to reply. Ella gave him a pout as she put the skirt back and removed a white blouse from the closet that was decorated with a cocoa-colored feather print. After placing a bra on Andrew and stuffing the cups, Ella brought the blouse over his head forcing his wrists through the ruffle-trimmed long sleeves. Andrew stared down at the ruffled lace-up neckline while Ella adjusted it for him before he was led over to Belle's vanity. As he sat down before it, Ella called Belle back into the room. "Please tell me your ass wasn't on my bed," Belle spoke to her brother the second she entered the room. Andrew merely smirked in response, neither confirming nor denying it, knowing that it was going to bother her far more to not know. Belle went to yell at him, but Ella told her she needed to focus on his makeup. Knowing that they needed him for the competition, Belle decided to suppress her rage until a more appropriate time to vent it at her brother arrived. Ella worked on his makeup before she fixed his hair, brushing it to his sides to frame his face. Ella then put down the brush, shook her head at Andrew and asked his sister, "Isn't he gorgeous?" "Oh, yah," Belle replied, rolling her eyes as she tried to hide the fact that she was still stunned by how convincing a girl her brother made. Andrew got to his feet and inquired, "So, am I wearing my shoes?" "Oh, no. I almost forgot," Ella replied as she retrieved a pair of cocoa-colored faux leather ankle boots from her bag. "Whose are those?" Andrew replied, knowing that they were far too large to be Ella's, Belle's or his mother's. "I borrowed them from Giselle. She's got the biggest shoe size on the squad," Ella answered. 'I bet,' Andrew figured as he thought about the 6' tall spotter who was easily the biggest and strongest girl on the squad. "So, you were planning to dress him up in that skirt before you even showed up?" "A girl's got to have plan," Ella answered her friend. Andrew shook his head at their exchange while he stepped into the boots that had a four-inch wedge and small side cutouts. He was surprised to find that they were slightly big on him as Ella brought up the side and rear zippers on the boots. Ella adjusted the ankle buckle closures to make them fit him as tight as possible before she asked Belle, "Where do you keep your jewelry again?" "He doesn't need jewelry," Belle protested. "I need to complete the outfit," Ella protested. "Fine," Belle replied getting to her feet. She sighed as she opened her jewelry box to let her friend go through it. Ella looked through Belle's collection before she removed three faux gold rings, a faux gold, layered, tassel chain necklace that ended with a faux stone charm with a hanging tassel and a faux gold, bow wire wrist cuff. She put each one on Andrew before she said, "See, how much he sparkles now." 'That was always my goal,' Andrew thought, struggling not to shake his head as his eyes focused on the dainty bow shape of the wrist cup he was sporting. Belle rolled her eyes at her friend. Following her led, Andrew and Ella walked out of her room to head for the front door. On the way, Miranda caught a glimpse of them as Belle handed Andrew a purse to put his wallet and keys into for the trip out. Miranda cleared her throat before she approached them. As Andrew closed his purse, his mother asked, "Girls, is this a good idea?" "Andie has to get shoes, mom," Belle replied with a grin while Andrew shook his head at his mother and sister for both continuing to refer to him as a girl in the presence of Ella. "Well, can't you pickup a pair for him?" Miranda rejoined. "Mom, you know she needs a perfect fit," Belle replied. Miranda gave her children a reluctant nod as she told them to be careful. She had a knot in her stomach about the prospect of Andrew giving himself away en femme in public. She knew that the situation could get dangerous quick if they were not careful. "Don't worry, Mrs. White. We'll get Andie back in one piece," Ella added with a laugh. "Yah...Ella will quick anybody's ass who touches her," Belle joked. Andrew glared at his sister before he retorted, "I can handle myself. Okay?" Miranda grimaced as she nodded her agreement, feeling that he would have no chance in a fight. Miranda cleared her throat again and said, "Stay smart, Andrew." "I will, Mom," Andrew said in a huff, as he usually did when she chided him to look after himself. Andrew and Belle then followed Ella out to her car. She drove them to a local athletic store that sold only women's apparel. Andrew exited the car hesitantly as he approached the strip mall. Andrew struggled to keep up with them as they made their way through the dark parking lot before they entered the store. The bright lights of the store left Andrew with no place to hide. Sensing his exposure, Andrew resolved to present himself as every bit the girl his sister and girlfriend were. He tried to mimic their body language while he walked beside them. Andrew noticed that they attracted a few looks, but they were only from guys he figured were checking them out. The looks made Andrew uneasy, but he struggled to keep the same smiling indifferent look on his face that his sister and Ella were wearing with such apparent ease. They walked around the store until they reached the sneakers. Ella and Belle looked through the boxes until they found a pair of white sneakers a half size smaller than the one noted on Giselle's shoes. Andrew sat down with the box and tried on the pair. He was relieved that they fit as it meant that he would be getting out of the store much sooner than he anticipated. Andrew's smile was genuine as they headed up to the register to pay for the shoes. The cashier gave them little attention as she rung up Andrew's sneakers before they exited the store. With his shopping done, Andrew hoped that they would go straight home. His sister, however, wanted to stop at the ice cream shop located in the strip mall. "I'll wait in the car," Andrew replied. Belle shook her head and said, "I want to eat it here." "And I don't," Andrew countered. "We'll join you in a moment," Ella interjected on behalf of herself and Andrew. Andrew stared blankly at her as she led him to her car. They put away his new sneakers before Ella said, "It's no big deal. There's probably no one you who will recognize in there." "What if someone realizes that I'm a guy?" Andrew protested. "We're all here together. Don't worry," Ella answered as she gave him a kiss, hoping to calm him down. Andrew grinned at her as he decided to go along with her wishes. He walked hesitantly beside her towards the shop. As the ice cream parlor grew closer, he shook his head at the way he was following Ella. He thought to himself, 'How does that always work with me?' They walked inside the ice cream shop without attracting much attention with the exception of a few lustful glances. Andrew and Ella placed their orders before they paid for their cups and sat down at the booth with Ella. They made small talk until a group of guys around their age approached them. One of them sat down in the one open space at the booth beside Belle before they started to come onto them. Ella responded for the girls, "Sorry boys, we have boyfriends." "All of you?" One of the boys asked. Ella and Belle nodded before Andrew did the same, slightly sickened to even non-verbally declare such a thing. The boys shrugged before they made a few more attempts to woo them in vain. Sensing it was a lost cause, they moved away from the booth and out the door. As the boys left, Belle and Ella started to laugh. "I don't see what's so funny," Andrew replied. "Come on, they thought you were a total cutie," Ella replied as she kissed him on the cheek. "That red head looked like he wanted to do you right on the table," Belle joked. "Belle!" Andrew retorted. "It's true," Ella noted as she put her arm around him. "Unfortunately, they didn't pickup that you two are lesbians," Belle added. Andrew and Ella both glared at her for a second before they started talking about their fellow cheerleaders. Ella and Belle made critical remarks about the other girls which surprised Andrew given how close the squad seemed. Ella shook her head at Andrew's surprised look before she said, "All girls bitch about other girls. I guarantee you that they're all making fun us too right now, probably." Andrew shrugged guessing it was true. He was sure that they were likely making fun of him, as he figured he was the easiest target in their lives at the moment. After they finished eating and left the shop, Ella drove them home. Ella said goodbye to Belle and Andrew before she pulled away from their home. Andrew gave her a wave while he watched her speed down the block. The two siblings then walked inside together and rested for the remainder of the evening before they turned in for the night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- After breakfast the next morning, Andrew heard his phone ring. Seeing Ella's name brought a smile to his face. "What's going on, babe?" Andrew answered. "Don't call me babe," Ella retorted before she asked if he was doing anything. "Nothing I can't drop for you," Andrew replied. "I wondered if Andie wanted to join me for a little shopping." "Andie's out, but I'm in," Andrew replied. "Oh," Ella replied, slightly disappointed that she would not be seeing him en femme that day. "I hope that's not a problem," Andrew responded, picking up on her tone. "No. It's okay," Ella replied with haste, not wanting to make Andrew feel bad before they made plans to meet up at the mall. Soon after, Andrew went to meet Ella at the mall. His eyes widened as he saw. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt outfit that he knew made his jeans and tee-shirt look undeserving of her presence. From her embrace of him, Andrew could tell that Ella was less receptive to him in pants than she was when he was wearing a skirt. 'My God, she wasn't kidding,' he realized, feeling nervous about the implications that were beginning to play themselves out in his head. Andrew followed her through the mall as she shopped for herself. She asked Andrew's opinions about various things while he held her bag. At first, he was hesitant to give them. Ella responded by kissing him and reminding him, "I told you, I like guys in touch with their feminine side. Don't hold back because you're embarrassed." Andrew nodded before he gave his opinion about the grey, faux leather skater skirt in her hands. Ella nodded as she put it back and removed another article of clothing. Andrew gave his opinion on the graphic tee-shirt to before Ella sent him away to check the price. As Andrew moved towards the price checker, a saleswoman approached Ella and said, "Who's that, sweetie?" "My boyfriend," Ella admitted, proudly. The saleswoman gave Ella a confused look. Ella realized that the woman thought that Andrew was her gay friend before she replied, "He's not gay." "Of course not, sweetie," she replied, trying to not sound patronizing. She shook her head at Andrew as Ella's pocketbook rested firmly within his fingertips. Ella shook her head at the clerk in turn before she put the top back and led him out of the store. "What's wrong?" Andrew asked. "Nothing. I just didn't like the clerk." Andrew gave her a confused look for a second before he shrugged and they walked into another store. Ella picked out a dress and a bag Andrew liked. He grinned at the dress as he said, "It's going to look great on you." "I was thinking about for you," Ella countered. Andrew blushed, seeing a few snickering women in the area who had overheard Ella. Ella smirked at his response before she said, "On second thought, it'd probably look better on me." "Without a doubt," Andrew replied, trying to save face and play along with his girlfriend's statement being the joke that the others seemed to think it was. After she paid for their purchases, Andrew walked Ella to her car. They shared a good night kiss before they each went home for the night. The following day, as the first practice of the second week ended, Miranda told Belle and Andrew that she had to take Belle out shopping. Andrew was less than thrilled by the prospect of going along since his mother had driven the three of them to the practice. Ella noticed his unease and volunteered, "I'll take Andie home." Miranda started to shake her head before Andrew said, "I'll go. See you later Mom, later Sis." Miranda sighed before she gave them a shrug. Andrew noticed his mother's passive acceptance of the situation and decided to leave with Ella before she could change her mind. As Andrew walked away with Ella, arm in arm, Ella smiled as she said, "We have to stop by my place first." "Sounds good," Andrew replied. "It does, doesn't it," Ella responded before she drove them to her home. As they arrived at her house, Andrew noticed the empty driveway and asked, "Is anybody here?" Ella shook her head before she replied with a wink, "All for the best." Andrew gave her a curious look before she let him inside. They made their way through the home until Ella brought him into her bedroom. She sat upon her bed and patted it as she said, "Take a seat." After hesitating for a second, Andrew sat next to her. Ella's lips darted to meet Andrew's before she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Andrew moaned, wanting it to continue. He tried to think about what would happen next, but he felt no urge to proceed. He had long dreamt of being in this exact situation, except he had never planned to be wearing a skirt while he was feeling her up. Still, it did not feel as he expected it to. The sensations of her soft skin, kisses and caressing did nothing for him, unlike the week before. Ella pulled her hands away from Andrew as she brushed his manhood and felt no movement. Startled, she blinked and asked, "Is there something wrong?" Andrew blushed and shook his head before he said, "My sister gave me something last week to help control my urges around you." "What?" "I'm not sure." "What did she do?" Ella asked with some alarm in her tone. "She gave me a shot," Andrew answered, hoping to calm her down. "A shot?" "Yes," Andrew replied. Ella shook her head for a second before she remembered hearing that Belle and few of the girls gave each other shots of birth control drugs. She grimaced as she wondered if Andrew had been given something like that. "It's just supposed to carry me through the competition," Andrew added. Ella nodded, trying to appear sympathetic. She kissed his cheek and said, "I'll take you home if you like." "No. I don't want to leave you yet." "So, you still want to be around me, even if you can't, you know..." Andrew nodded with a sheepish smile. Ella grinned as she straightened out her outfit. She helped Andrew up before she hugged him while she said, "I guess we could be girlfriends, if we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend...at least for just yet." "Great," Andrew replied, sickened by what he had been reduced to as he thought about killing his sister, sure that she was at fault. "We could go shopping," Ella said. Andrew shook his head and said, "Too many people might see me." "Millions might see you at the competition." "MILLIONS," Andrew shrieked. "They play it on ESPN." "They do!" "You've seen the competitions before. Me and Belle have watched them in your house." "THAT'S THIS COMPETITION?" "Yes. Well, at least the main events. We might get on camera if we make it to the finals." Andrew grew nervous before Ella hugged him and said, "It'll be okay. You're just going to be one of the girls. No one's going to focus on you." Andrew nodded, feeling slightly more at ease as he processed her explanation. Ella let Andrew go and said, "I guess we could have a little girl time around the house." Andrew gritted his teeth as he followed behind her, knowing that girl time was not what he truly wanted with her. He sat down in front of the television with her and watched some television shows that she liked while Ella taught him how to braid her hair. The catty yelling girls did little for him while they made small talk over it that he enjoyed. After two hours, Ella noted that she wanted to take him back to his house before her parents got home. "You don't want them to meet your pretty boyfriend?" Andrew joked. "My mother is so not ready for that." "What about your Dad?" "Daddy might go for it." Andrew laughed at the thought that her father would be the more accepting of her parents while he got to his feet. He then followed her to her car. After she finished driving him home, she kissed him on the lips and said, "I like spending time with you." "Me too," Andrew replied, beaming at how he landed the pretty girl of his dreams, even though he was unable to do what he always wanted to with her. Andrew waved goodbye as she drove off. He hung his head as he walked in the front door. Miranda looked over at her son as he walked in and inquired, "How did we beat you home?" "It's nothing." "Where were you?" "I was out with Ella." "Out? Out where?" Miranda countered with evident alarm. "Mom, I'm 20 for Christ's sake," Andrew replied, unable to hide his frustration. "Where were you?" "At her house, cut the cord," Andrew retorted. "Were her parents home?" "No," Andrew admitted, absent mindedly, remaining focused on his inability to perform. "You didn't..." "Didn't what...oh, no," Andrew replied in a dejected tone. 'I knew she wouldn't really let him touch her,' Belle thought, struggling not to smirk as her worries about her friend dissipated for the moment. "Thank God," Miranda replied. "Yah...oh, thank God," Andrew rejoined with evident sarcasm. "I'm just happy that she showed a little morals and..." "Oh, she wanted to," Andrew retorted, happy to burst his mother's bubble. "But you didn't?" Belle interjected, confused by the turn of events. "I...," Andrew replied before trailing off, not wanting to admit the truth. "You didn't want it?" Miranda asked, wondering if her son was gay. "She was attractive, but I couldn't," Andrew replied, unable to get his mind off his failings. "Oh, God. When did this start," Miranda asked, as she wondered if pushing her son into a temporary feminine persona had effected him on more than the superficial level she hoped it would stop at. "The last week or so I've noticed that I don't feel like I used to." "I'm so sorry," Miranda replied as Belle began to squirm. "Ever since everyone started making fun of me, I just haven't had the same urges I used to have." "Maybe it's physical. It could be hormonal. Maybe your boys are getting too smushed or..." Andrew blushed at his mother's statement before Belle piped up, "There might be another explanation." "What?" Miranda asked her daughter before Andrew squirmed as he thought about what his sister told him about the shot she shoved into his arm before he had a chance to say no again. "I gave him a shot." "YOU....YOU GAVE HIM A SHOT," Miranda snarled. Belle nodded before Miranda shouted, "OF WHAT?" "A drug that I heard would help him with his little problem." "What the hell did you give him?" "Depo Provera." Miranda gave her a daughter a stunned look before she asked, "How the hell did you get that?" "Online." "You bought drugs online and used them!" "They're from Canada. They're fine." "Nothing about this is fine!" "Mom, I'm an adult. I'm being safe." "You're being safe? You're shooting it up yourself. You're not even going to a doctor for it. There's a Planned Parent three blocks from the college. Are you fucking kidding me?" "I didn't know what you'd say." "I wouldn't be happy about it, but at least you wouldn't be shooting yourself up with powerful drugs that you don't know anything about!" "I'm a big girl. I don't need you telling me what to do!" "Then go to a fucking clinic. They'll give you drugs that are safe, not something you buy from some scumbag." "They're reputable." "I think we're all missing the big picture," Andrew interjected with a racing heart. Miranda stared at her son for a moment before she nodded her head. She turned towards her daughter and said, "You're grounded until further notice." "But, Mom, I'm in college," Belle whined. "You're still my daughter, and you still live in my house, so you're grounded. You to college, you got to practice, you go to the meets and that's it until further notice." "But Mom..." Miranda shook her head as she added, "And all your brother's chores, you're doing them. You're taking the garbage out, taking the cans in, you're mowing the lawn, you're racking the leaves, you're cutting