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"The Sexiest Cheerleader" A "Timber Grove" Story by TGTrinity ///// 1 ///// "Becoming Leslie" ///// Sunday Morning Seth knew that he was not going to get out of this. All he could do was sit in the back of the SUV and look at the small glass flask in his hands as his teammates rambled on and on about what he was supposed to do. As they argued with each other, he thought about the game the other night and wished that there was someway to go back in time... "Fuck, Seth, are you even listening?" He looked up to see his teammate, Marcus, looking at him as intensely as possible. "Yeah..." "Okay, then tell me what you're going to do." "I'm... I'm going to retrieve the playbook from Timber Grove Community's Head Coach." "And how are you going to do that?" another teammate in the car asked. "I'm going to... I'm going to live with the coach's family..." This made some of the guys in the car laugh, which made Marcus upset. "Shut the fuck up! You want to fucking do this instead of Seth?" Both guys quickly shook their heads and stopped laughing. "Go ahead, Seth." "I'm going to get the playbook and give it to you guys before the game on Saturday night." Marcus smiled at Seth and put his hand on his shoulder, though the situation felt anything but friendly. "You've got this Seth. It's only seven days, and then everything will be back to normal." The flask in Seth's hands began to heat ever so slightly as he gripped it tighter. "Come on, guys... There's got to be another way." "You cost us the fucking game last week, Seth. You don't fumble on the one yard line and we're a lock to go to the Championship, but now we have to beat fucking Timber Grove Community!" "Yeah," another random teammate added, "and they're tough as shit to beat." "He's right," Marcus added before continuing, "and getting that playbook is the only way we can guarantee a spot in that Championship game. So you're either going to drink that stuff on your own, or we're going to force it down your fucking throat." Everything after that comment Marcus made was hazy, and as Seth opened his eyes he could tell that something was different. He was no longer in the back of the SUV, and all his teammates were gone. Instead he found himself in a room with light green walls and various pictures hanging up everywhere. There was a white desk on one side of the room, while a large dresser sat opposite it. Seth looked at the pictures hanging, most containing girls in cheerleader uniforms practicing, performing at games and doing assemblies. Seth then stood up and walked over to the closet. The haze was dispersing, but it still felt like he was missing something. As he passed a large stand alone mirror, he finally remembered everything. In the mirror Seth saw a very petite girl with blonde hair. She was cute in a plain sort of way, with a t-shirt on and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. As Seth raised his hand, the girl in the mirror did as well. When Seth reluctantly approached the mirror, the young girl followed suit. "Oh my God..." Seth ran her new hands over her body, making sure that she wasn't just seeing things. "Oh my God!" Her new voice was a soft soprano, and as the haze finally dissipated she finally came to terms with her situation. She sat on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths before trying to speak again. In her mind she knew that she was Seth, but she knew she had to speak the words... "My name is Seh..." She paused, choking on the words as they came out. "My name is Seheee..." Her name was Seth, yet another name was quickly bubbling to the surface of her mind. "My... name... is Leslie..." Seth had been informed by the woman who had given them the flask that drinking it would allow him to "enter" someone and take on their identity. This also included their emotions and memories, but it was still Seth inside the little female body. Even though she knew she was still Seth, she knew her new name was Leslie Dwyer. She was living with the Perkins while she attended Timber Grove Community College, which is why the team picked her as their target. She was nineteen, although she looked much younger, and was on the Varsity Cheerleader squad at the school. Her best friend Ann was the Captain, and lived in the room right next to her. "Oh shit," Leslie said, as more and more memories filled her head. She felt like she was about to throw up when the door opened. "Hey, Leslie," Ann said as she entered the room, wearing only her bra and panties. Leslie felt like her nausea get replaced with another feeling, and she was glad for it. Whereas Leslie was rather plain looking, Ann was the pinnacle of feminine perfection. Full breasts were straining against her bra, while long, toned legs led up to an ass that bounced ever so slightly with each little step. A small scrunchy held her long brown hair in a playful ponytail... and Leslie felt like she was in love. "God, what's wrong with you?" Ann asked as she hopped on Leslie's bed. "I, um, just feel a little... different." "Well you certainly look the same," Ann said with a laugh. Leslie tried to push aside the irony of the comment and thought about what to say, which was hard to do with Ann checking her phone on the bed. "No, I mean... Never mind..." "God, that guy I hooked up with last night at Tribal won't take a hint," Ann said as she swiped left and right on her phone, "I mean, he was fun a little bit..." She then prattled on about how she was sick of guys constantly hitting on her, and Leslie just let her talk. The weirdness of being in a girls body was being marginalized as Leslie ran her eyes over Ann's long legs,her firm stomach and those massive... "God, are you really okay?" Ann had a look on her face that told Leslie she wasn't mad, just more concerned that her friend seemed to be staring at her. "I fell asleep and just woke up a little groggy, that's all..." Ann smiled and Leslie felt her knees almost give out, "Good, I don't need one of my best girls getting sick a week before we play Peterson..." Of course Ann had no idea that her friend Leslie was currently playing host to a guy who was a back up running back for Peterson Community. "Really, I'm fine," Leslie said with a smile. "Great! My parents will be home soon so you should probably get dressed, so they don't think you slept all day!" She got up and threw a pillow at Leslie who caught it and smiled. "Hey! I'm not the one walking around showing off for the neighborhood!" "Well, if you've got it," she added with another smile and Leslie almost lost it. As Ann walked out of the room, Leslie admired her ass swaying compellingly one last time. When she was finally alone, she locked the door and laid on her bed. "Oh my God!" She screamed before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it. As Seth, she had known for a few days that she was going to be "Leslie", and she thought being around someone as attractive as Ann would be easy as a girl. No one could have guessed that the real Leslie had feelings for Ann that certainly went far beyond friendly, and now all of those feelings were hitting Seth hard. There was a clock on the wall, and Leslie could see that it was 3:30 in the afternoon. She knew that there was one thing she had to do before continuing with the day, something that would help add some normalcy to her situation. She looked around and found some flip flops that she put on before walking out of her room. The Perkins house was two stories, and looked rather new. Family pictures hung in the upstairs hallway where Ann and her rooms were, showing mostly pictures of Ann and her mother. Leslie knew that Ann's mother had passed away four years prior, and her Dad had married a woman that Ann was not particularly fond of. Leslie made her way downstairs and out the front door. It was a typical fall day in Timber Grove, with gray skies and a slight breeze. Leslie felt the new sensation of her little nipples hardening as a breeze whipped up around her, but she tried to ignore the pleasing feeling and focused on getting to the mail box. She held her arms around her as she approached the box, thinking she probably should have grabbed a jacket. For a moment she wondered if the box would be empty, that all of this was an elaborate prank her teammates had come up with to punish her for losing the game. To her relief, she opened the box and found a phone inside. She powered it on and entered the pass code, then saw that there was one text message on the phone. She read it quickly before typing a response. "Yes. I'm in." ///// 2 ///// "An After Dinner Treat" ///// Sunday Afternoon Leslie closed her bedroom door behind her and locked it to make sure she was not going to be interrupted again. She took the phone that she had retrieved from the mail box and hid it in the top drawer of her dresser. As she did, she noticed all of the bras and panties that were in the drawer. As she picked a particularly cute pair up to examine them, she thought of what she had often done as a boy to relieve some stress. "No... I can't..." She slowly closed the drawer and sat on her bed, trying to shake the thought from her head. She tried to focus on how she was going to get through the next week as a girl, especially living next door to one of the sexiest girls she had ever laid eyes on. Thinking of Ann again was taking her down that familiar path again, so she bit her lip and tried to think of something else. Thoughts beside those involving the leggy brunette next door were now flowing into her mind. Knowing that she had to be Leslie for a week, she tried to access her memories and find out more about her. There were glimpses of Leslie at College, practicing with the cheer squad and living with the Perkins. Jumbled in with all the memories were thoughts of Ann, stolen glances and playful fights on her bed. There were also thoughts that lingered on Ann's stepmother, but Leslie tried to focus on important information. Scenes played in her mind involving all of these things, including a lot of time spent with a guy named Ron, yet she couldn't think back to anything that happened to her past a year ago. Still, there was plenty of good knowledge there, and when Leslie heard a knock at the door she was shocked to find that she had been lying on the bed thinking for over an hour. "Leslie? It's time to eat, girl!" It was Ann, and Leslie remembered what she had said about getting dressed. "Give me a sec!" She yelled as she got off the bed. There was no response, so she figured that Ann had gone downstairs to be with her parents. Soon she was in front of the mirror again, still in the t-shirt and flannel pajamas she was in earlier. It was the moment she was dreading, yet she knew that sooner or later she was going to have to get naked, and now seemed to be that time. After a deep breath, Leslie closed her eyes and pulled the t-shirt over her head. For a moment she stood there in silence, then she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. Leslie breasts were small with tiny pink nipples. She pulled from her memory that they were only a cups, but she knew that she wasn't in this body to... She paused at the thought, thinking back to what her teammates had said before: "Whatever it takes..." Feeling that she had already gotten over a fairly large hurdle, she quickly stepped out of her flannel pajamas and was now only wearing a tiny white pair of panties. She turned and was somewhat pleased to see a plump little behind on her. She wiggled her hips in the mirror a little bit, a tiny smile crossing her lips as she playfully shook her ass. She was feeling rather good about herself, and she soon had her panties down around her ankles without even thinking about it. Her ass was smooth, and as she ran her hand over it, she couldn't help but think about that last thing... As a man, Leslie had been with a few girls, yet she was never fortunate to get far enough with any of them to see what she was looking at now. Her vagina was surrounded by trim, blonde hair with tiny folds tightly held together. She had of course seen one many times before online, but this was the first time she had seen one in person. Her hand was cautiously grazing her inner thigh, and she could begin to feel her heart beating faster... "LESLIE!!!" It was Ann screaming from downstairs, and it snapped her back into attention. Instinctively she opened her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a light blue polo. She had no problem getting a pair of baggy jeans on, but struggled to pull the tight polo on. Without another thought she was out her door and bounding down the stairs. It was much cooler downstairs than it was in her room, but it was too late now to go back and grab something. She turned a corner and saw Ann in the kitchen with her parents. Her father, the target in this entire fiasco, was a very handsome man in his early forties. He was fit with a little gray creeping in around his ears, with the rest of his brown hair full and cut short. All things considered, the family resemblance between he and his daughter was fairly evident. April, Ann's stepmother, on the other hand stuck out like a sore thumb. She was probably in her mid twenties, with cinnamon skin that hinted at a Polynesian heritage and black hair fell straight down her back. There was no question that she was gorgeous, with a pair of tits that gave Ann a run for her money, yet she carried herself in a very different way than Jerry and Ann. None of this was more evident than when they were sitting around the small table in the dining room sharing a meal. While Jerry and Ann made jokes and feigned arguments, April sat staring at Leslie like a hawk. "The pasta is delicious, thank you." Leslie said to Jerry. "Ah, don't thank me, you have April to thank for that." "Thanks, April," Leslie said with a smile, yet April just nodded her head as she continued to eat. The situation made Leslie a little uncomfortable, so she chose to try and finish the meal as soon as possible. Soon the meal was done, and Leslie was more than happy that she got through it without anyone noticing that she really wasn't Leslie. "Ann and I will take care of the dishes, so can you clear the table with April?" Jerry asked as he walked around the small bar separating the kitchen from the dining area. "Of course," Leslie said, her soft soprano sounding very happy and care free. She began to stack some dishes when April made her way around the table. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white knit sweater with a scoop neck, and she sidled right next to Leslie as she reached for the pot of pasta. "You're not wearing any panties, are you?" Leslie didn't know what to say. Of course she had forgot to put on any underwear, and now Ann's stepmother was calling her on it. "Oh, I forgot..." April smiled and looked into the kitchen to see Ann and her father working on the dishes. "Did you forget for me?" What happened next froze Leslie in place. April had taken her left hand and had slid it down Leslie's jeans. "Oh my God, what..." "Shh, shh," April whispered in her ear. He hand then slowly moved deeper down her pants, until a finger was right at her new feminine opening. Leslie, of course, was only seconds away from exploring her sex earlier in her room, but she had no idea that Ann's stepmother would be the first to touch it. "Your husband is, oh!" Leslie felt April's finger enter her, and soon felt herself begin to moisten down there in response. Ann peaked out around the corner, "Is something wrong?" "No, she just dropped a cup," April said with a smile as her finger worked inside of Leslie. "Oh, alright," Ann said, failing to notice that her stepmother was currently inside of her friend. Once left alone, April continued to work her finger inside of Leslie. Each flick made Leslie's heart race faster, and she found herself gripping the table for support. She wanted to leave the table, or call for Ann, but found she was at the mercy of this stunning creature beside her. Leslie soon felt something bubbling up inside of her, but the feeling was cut short as Jerry rounded the bar and April freed her hand from Leslie's jeans. "Jesus, you two are certainly taking your time," Jerry said with a laugh. "Ah, we are just having a little girl time in here," April added before taking the pot of pasta into the kitchen. Leslie said nothing, her hands still gripping the table, and as she looked over into the kitchen she saw April lock eyes with her before licking her finger. "God, that was delicious," she said with a wicked smile. "It sure was, honey," Jerry said, completely oblivious to the situation. "I'm not feeling great..." Leslie said before freeing her hands from the table and running up the stairs. She softly closed the door behind her and locked it before lying on her bed. She had just been fingered by her best friend's stepmother, and instead of guilt she was feeling something else. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but soon she knew what she was feeling. She was feeling a need she had felt many times as a boy... The need for release. ///// 3 ///// "A Little Peeking" ///// Sunday Evening The need was building inside of her, but she was still reeling from what happened downstairs. Part of her felt violated, but the another part of her felt sheer exhilaration at the feeling of having April's finger inside of her. She couldn't decide if the simple act of being felt up was turning her on, or if it was the thrill of doing it right where Ann and her father could see her. Worse still., she couldn't come to terms with what part of her was driving these feelings. Was this something that April had done with Leslie before, or was this Seth letting his dormant needs come to the surface? As she slid off the bed, she undid her jeans and allowed them to fall to the floor. Her polo soon followed, and she was now standing naked in front of the mirror again. Her petite body was covered in tiny beads of sweat, and the tiny nipples on her modest breasts were erect and begging for attention. But Leslie was at a loss as to what she was doing. She wanted to distance herself from what was really happening, to write it all off as some sort of dream or fantasy. Of course, that would make everything she was doing so much easier. If this was a dream, then she could do anything with Leslie's body and just snap out of it like nothing happened. Exploring everything a woman could do, experience and feel is something that intrigued her, but this wasn't her body. Leslie was a real girl with a real life, and even though Seth was in control of her right now it didn't change the fact that he was only in her body for a week. She didn't like the feeling of guilt mingling with her still rising arousal, and for a moment she felt she had regained enough control to slip into some pajamas and go to bed early... But then she heard something. "I'm gonna take a quick shower," Ann said through the bathroom door. "Alright," Leslie said, not knowing that her bedroom shared a bathroom with Ann. She crept closer to the door, still completely naked, and waited by it. Ann had put on some music, and soon Leslie could her the shower running. The guilt that she had felt just by looking at Leslie's naked body was now centered on the thoughts she had of opening the door just a crack. She heard a gasp and backed slightly away from the door, until she realized that it had escaped her own mouth. Her hand had slipped between her legs on it's own accord, and her finger was tracing her moistened slit. It was incredible, even more so than before in the dining room. It felt like every inch of her skin was rippling, as hairs stood on end and goosebumps crossed over her body. She dropped to her knees as the feelings became too much, and found that her other hand had found her breasts. No matter their small size, they felt incredible. She thought of how much better they would feel if they were as big as Ann's, and then she remembered why she was hunched over by her bathroom door. With any sense of guilt or apprehension washed away by a blissful disregard, Leslie slowly cracked the door of the bathroom open and looked inside. She was displeased to find the shower was on the other side of the bathroom, but then she gasped a little as she looked in the mirror. A perfect reflection of Ann was washing herself in the shower. Leslie couldn't see her lower half, but what she could see was impressive. Ann's tits held the same shape they had in her bra, an impressive feet given their size. As she ran her soapy hands ran over them, Leslie couldn't help herself and stuck her middle inside of her slit. Her back arched as little jolts of electricity fluttered over her body. It was more intense than masturbating as a man had ever felt, and that was only with her one finger. Movement came naturally, and Leslie soon found a good rhythm. She was pushed on by the sight of her friend washing herself, and the sight of the greatest pair of tits she had ever seen. Ann certainly seemed to enjoy her tits as well, as her hands cupped, squeezed and massaged them. "Ah..." Leslie let a soft moan escape her lips, but was relieved to see that Ann hadn't noticed. Her finger was sliding in and out of her with ease, and soon she reached a spot that made her bite her lower lip as a wave of pleasure began to cascade inside of her. She rode it for as long as she could, then felt it crash down over her with amazing force. "Oh! Oh!" Leslie was so shocked by her first orgasm as a woman, that she had taken her eyes off of Ann who was clearly getting herself off as well. One of her hands was pinching her nipple as the other was either inside of her or thrusting something else into her sex. Either way, Ann was definitely enjoying herself and was not holding back. "Oh, fuck! Yes! OH! OH! YES!" Ann's cries of passion had spurred Leslie on for a second time, and she found herself soon riding that wave she had just rode before. Even at a time like this, she was amazed that she was able to feel as good as she did so soon after cumming earlier. "Oh my God! Oh my GOD! YES!" Leslie muffled a moan as she felt another orgasm shake her body the same time Ann experienced hers. It was more electric than the first, as the knowledge that she was getting off the same time as her beautiful friend was an incredible turn on. Ann was slouched against the back of the shower now, fighting to keep her breath, and Leslie felt that was as good as time as any to slowly close the door. For a moment she felt Ann look in her direction as she closed the door, but she didn't wait to find out and was soon back on her bed with the door closed behind her. Her body, once covered in tiny beads of sweat, was now covered in a sweat. Her breathing was still labored, but she felt better than she had in a long time. Her hand was soaked from her activity, and as she licked her finger clean she suddenly realized what she was doing. Not once as a man had she ever had to urge to taste her cum, yet she had willingly tasted herself and found it to be incredible. The thought of how naughty she was being made her want to try for a third time, but she soon heard the phone she had stashed earlier begin to vibrate in her dresser. She got up and retrieved the phone, finding a new text message from her teammates. "Update?" Before responding to the update, she grabbed a tissue from her dresser and cleaned herself up. She then slipped into a pair of panties and sat on the bed. "I'm in... Had dinner with family..." "Good... Do whatever it takes to obtain Playbook..." She sat on the bed for a moment, pondering what was inferred in the last text. Even though she had just cum twice while watching her friend shower, she couldn't imagine doing what the teammate was clearly alluding to. She had always just planned on getting information and then using her status as a cheerleader to sneak in and get the book. There were obviously easier ways to accomplish the same goal, but she knew that becoming a girl and doing it herself was a way to gain back the trust of her teammates. "Understood..." After locking her phone and hiding it back in the dresser, Leslie felt a wave of sleepiness pass over her. She thought for a moment that she should put a bra or shirt on, but felt that her tiny tits would not cause her too much discomfort in the night. With her soft bedding pulled around her, Leslie fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the week ahead of her. As she silently rested on her bed, the phone in her dresser vibrated softly. In the morning it would have a message waiting for her, and not one from her teammates. It would come from an unknown contact, but the words contained in it would make her week a tad more difficult: "I know you're not Leslie." ///// 4 ///// "Another First Day of School" ///// Monday Morning There was something different about waking up as Leslie. She couldn't tell if it was simply being in a woman's body, or if it was leftover from her giving into her urges so easily. As she rubbed her eyes, thoughts of how many times she had wanted to continue her exploration while slipping into sleep had come and gone. A part of her was proud of the fact that she hadn't given in, yet another part of her still felt that hunger. After a quick shake of her head, Leslie got up and walked around her room. The way her body moved was still foreign to her, and the simple act of walking around felt more like some exotic dance. It was only six in the morning, and still quite dark outside, but her body felt refreshed and ready for the day ahead. It was only when she retrieved her hidden phone and saw the new message that she felt all that slip away. Was someone on the team screwing with her? She thought of who would possibly know that she wasn't Leslie, and after thinking that no one could possibly know she threw the phone back into the drawer deciding her team mates were simply trying to make her paranoid After changing into a pair of workout shorts and a sports bra, Leslie sat on the bed and laced up some sneakers. The reason she was doing this was almost as odd as the feeling of walking around, the feeling of something being both new and old at the same time. She knew that it was time to workout with Ann, though nothing in her environment had told her as such. "Great, I'll meet you downstairs!" Leslie jumped again as she turned to see Ann entering from the restroom in a similar outfit she was wearing. "I'm right behind you," Leslie said with a smile as the shock of Ann's sudden appearance wore off. Soon the two were in the basement of the house where the family workout room was. A treadmill was standing right next to an elliptical machine, while mats and free weights lined the wall. In the corner sat a large weight machine that Jerry used, and Leslie knew it was pointless to start there even though as a man it would be her first stop. "How did you sleep?" Ann asked as she started jogging on the treadmill. "Great, actually," Leslie responded as she started up the elliptical machine. For the next half hour the two small talked as they worked out. As they did Ann would bring up something that Leslie had no business knowing, yet after a moment of confusion her mind would be filled with the knowledge of what she was talking about. "You know, I'm still really proud that you're not like the other girls on the squad," Ann said as she began to perform her squats. "Thanks," Leslie added as she joined in with Ann, and then her mind was filled with images of her cheer squad. All of the girls had bodies that resembled Ann's, with perfect breasts and long, lean legs. She was the only girl that was petite, yet none of the girls ever made fun of her for it. In fact, thoughts of the girls lamenting their large breasts and the strain it put on their backs filled her mind. Leslie looked in the mirror against the wall and smiled as she looked at her tiny body. The day before she felt like a child next to Ann, yet now she was beginning to see the advantages of her size, particularly in cheerleading. Of course, that feeling was wiped away once she arrived at the campus of Timber Grove Community. She was wearing an outfit that she felt was rather cute, with tight jeans and a white sweater. Ann had put Leslie's blonde hair into a cute ponytail, while she had no problem applying her makeup alone. In the end, Leslie had left the house in the morning feeling pretty good about herself... Only now she recognized her status on the campus. While people on campus would smile at her and say hello, she counted at least three guys trip over their feet when they saw Ann. It was an odd feeling for her to come to grips with. She was simply in the body of Leslie to fulfill a task, and what she did with the rest of her week was neither here nor there. On top of all that was the fact that she was really a boy, and a boy who didn't want the attention of the boys attending TGCC. Even with that knowledge, it still hurt that no one was looking at her the way the looked at Ann. It wasn't jealousy that pounded at Leslie's mind, more of a longing to be as effortlessly beautiful as she was. Whereas Leslie had spent the morning taking her time to allow all of the new "girly" parts of her life to get her ready, Ann had pulled on a pair of jeans and a v neck sweater and looked like she was ready to walk down the runway. Things were made worse by the arrival of a very handsome guy who scooped up Ann and spun her around before kissing her hard on the mouth. "I'll see you at practice," Ann called as the guy Leslie now knew was Tom, the quarterback of TGCC and Ann's boyfriend, whisked her away. "Bye," Leslie called after her friend, sighing as she did so. She resigned herself to go to her classes, and was swooped out of her funk with the knowledge that she was actually "knowledgeable". It was another foreign feeling for Leslie, who as Seth was a rather average student but as Leslie she now was able to not only understand her teachers, but involve herself in class and help others. It was refreshing to not dread moving from one class to the next, and she found that she had many friends in each. Everyone would greet her with a smile, and not one of the girls or guys she talked to had any idea that she wasn't really Leslie. By the time lunch had arrived, the insecurities and feelings of not belonging from earlier were gone. Instead, Leslie was trying to work through her last twenty four hours as a girl, as she was still struggling to find where Seth ended and Leslie began. Guys would walk by and she would gaze after them with a strange curiosity, but a girl would trigger the same reaction. Was Leslie Bi- Sexual, or was Seth's desires mingling with hers? Thinking back on April's handiwork the night before only made the issue murkier. Leslie couldn't deny that there was a certain thrill with being handled by such an attractive woman, but she was also glad she didn't have to see April again this morning before school. "Hey, Leslie," a young man said as he approached Leslie. She looked up and saw a guy she knew as Ron, a friend Leslie had since she was... Something happened then that was odder than most of the feelings Leslie had experienced from the last twenty four hours as a woman. Where knowledge had once come easily, wether it be an answer to question in a text book, the name of a friend or a memory, it was all muddled when she thought about Ron. Bits and pieces were there, but there were gaps in her memory and then one big wall. "Wow, are you okay?" Leslie realized that she was lost in thought, but quickly snapped out of it and smiled up at Ron. "Yeah, I'm just thinking about something from a while ago." "Okay," Ron said questionably as he sat down. "So, how are things?" "Oh, they're great." "Excited about the game Saturday?" Ron asked as he pulled out a sub and began to eat. "Oh, the Sandy Shoals game? Yeah, I'm really looking forward to putting that game behind me." She chuckled a little, knowing that Ron wouldn't understand, and went back to eating her sandwich. Even with not getting the joke, Ron chuckled with her and ate silently beside her. As they sat at the table, Leslie looked over Ron and sized him up. The gaps and walls were still in her mind, but there was plenty of information to draw from. He was a good friend, but it never moved anywhere past platonic even though he was a fairly handsome guy. Short brown hair was neatly trimmed, and he wore the typical button up shirt with his blue zippered sweatshirt. She knew that Ron and Leslie had been friends for a long time, but she couldn't remember how they had met. The gaps were spread about memories of camping out, hanging out in his room and playing games, but specifics were hard to come by. "Are you still going to need a ride home after practice?" "What?" Leslie asked, before remembering that Ann would often hang out with Tom after practice. "Yeah, that would be great." "Cool, then I'll see you in the parkin lot," Ron added before getting up and playfully punching her in the arm. She smiled at him as he walked away, even though it was an odd way to say goodbye to a girl. The rest of the day went by without any more incidences, and Leslie was soon wishing that she could keep that feeling of knowing everything when she returned to being Seth. It was what she was thinking about as she entered the girls locker room after school to get ready for practice. The locker room was empty, as her last class was right by the athletics facility which made her the first to arrive typically. She found her locker and opened it, tossing her bag inside, and checked her secret phone for any new texts. None had come, but she lingered over the message from the unknown number again. She was quick to dismiss it this morning as nothing, and felt the same this afternoon. After a quick roll of her eyes she placed the phone back in her bag before she heard someone else entered the room. "Hey, Leslie!" A redhead said as she walked by her and opened her own locker. Her name was Erika, and she stripped out of her jeans and shirt faster than Leslie would think possible. Leslie could only watch as she undid her bra, allowing her large breasts to jiggle freely, before slipping out of her panties. It was something she had always fantasized about as a man, yet when she entered the locker room she didn't register that she would soon be surrounded by beautiful girls in various degrees of undress. It was like time froze as Erika stood there in the nude. Leslie took in every inch of her soft body, from her pink painted toenails to the freckles that dotted her nose. For a moment it seemed like Leslie was staring at a centerfold from one of those old magazines, with the model smiling and shaking her long red hair back and forth as her breasts swayed enticingly. Erika looked over at Leslie who was now openly staring and flashed a friendly smile, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Leslie smiled back and looked down as a tickle began to grow deep inside of her. She was hoping that she would be able to ignore it for the time being, but when a dozen more girls entered and began undressing she knew she was facing a uphill battle. A battle she knew she was going to lose. ///// 5 ///// "Practice!" ///// Monday Afternoon Leslie was now in a sea of beautiful college girls, all in a different state of undress. Some had large breasts with tiny waists, while others had perky tits with a nice bubbly ass. All she could do was stand there and take it all in, like this was a normal thing. One thing Leslie did notice, was that she was the tiniest girl on the squad by far. Even the Sandy Shoals Community cheer squad was made up of girls her size, but the girls here looked like they should all be lingerie models. As one girl began to rub a lotion over her exposed breasts, Leslie could take it no more and bolted for a bathroom stall. She had been able to get in her practice gear, consisting of a sports bra and a pair of pink shorts, but the shorts were now at her ankles as she began to slowly finger herself. She thought of all of the girls in the locker room, then imagined they started to kiss each other softly. Her mind began to play out a massive orgy, as girls began to kiss, lick and finger any hole available to them. Leslie was two fingers deep now, and she was stifling the urge to let out a moan of pleasure. Her other hand groped at her tiny breasts, knowing exactly what to do from the night before. Small gasps escaped her lips as she finally came, and right before a knock at the door. "Are you done in there? The other girls are already outside." It was Ann softly giggling outside the stall. "I'm... I'm coming..." "I bet you are!" Ann mockingly yelled as she walked away from the door. Part of Leslie was mortified that her friend had caught her in the act, but another part of her felt like going another round as that knowledge had turned her on... Leslie thought it was best to join the rest of the girls, so she cleaned herself up and went outside. The girls were already practicing different cheers and throws, and they all greeted here with smiles when she arrived. "Alright, Leslie's here so let's practice some throws!" Ann bellowed as girls surrounded Leslie. She searched her memory for what to do, as they were moving around her very fast now. Soon she was being tossed in the air like a rag doll, but she found her body tightening and moving as if on it's own. The feeling of flipping through the air was almost as exhilarating as what she had been doing in the stall moments before, only this one involved the hands of other girls on her body. "Alright, let's move on to some cheers!" They lined up and began to perform some cheers, with Leslie lining up beside them and not missing a beat. Her memory was able to help her navigate all of practice, and just like the feeling she had at school earlier, it felt very good to be good at something. "Great job, ladies!" Ann yelled again from on top a little box. "Let's meet in the locker room for a quick meeting, and then I'll let you all out of here!" The girls all cheered and made their way back to the locker room. It was only after practice had ended that Leslie noticed a large group of guys sitting on the stands watching them. Apparently they had put on quite a show, as all the guys were hooting and whistling after them. Inside the locker room, girls again began to change but stopped once Ann walked in. She was holding a big bottle in her hands, one that was unmarked outside of some pink hearts doodled on it. "Alright! We've got Sandy Shoals coming this Saturday, so I need all of my girls to look their best. Remember, you don't have to take these pills, and we won't judge you if you don't. All it takes is one a day, and soon you'll look just like Erika here!" All the girls whistled their approval as the redhead Leslie was checking out earlier got up on a bench and flashed her naked breasts. After that some girls lined up, and Ann gave them each a pill. Leslie was hoping that they would pop them right then and there, but they pocketed them and went about getting ready to leave. She was curious about the pill, as her memory was sorta fuzzy on the subject. As most of the girls filed out of the room, Leslie walked over to Ann and sat down next to her on the bench. "Hey, nice practice today," Ann said as she pulled a v-neck sweater she had worn earlier in the day, "Your flips were really tight." "Thanks," Ann said, again surprised at how easily Ann prepared herself. "Hey, I was wondering about those pills?" Ann smiled at her friend. "What? Are you finally going to take the plunge?" "Well, I was just..." "Leslie, sweetie, you really don't have to take them. Besides, it'd be a little tougher throwing you around if you had tits like me." "What? The pills would give me tits?" Ann laughed again, thinking her friend was putting her on again. "You're funny, Leslie. The decision is yours to make, and just like I told the other girls, I won't judge you either way." Ann then gave her a side hug and through the jar of pills into her locker. "Thanks, Ann." "Hey, I'm always here for you... Except for now of course," she said with a big grin. "Oh, Tom... Enjoy that." "I always do," Ann said as she slapped her ass while walking away. Leslie sat and smiled, watching the beautiful girl walk away as she thought about other things. Chief among those thoughts were those pills. Ann had said that they were give her bigger tits, and Leslie would be lying if she said she hadn't wondered what being in a body like Ann's. She shook the thought from her head, knowing that it was crazy. She should be grateful that she was in the body she had right now, one that wouldn't cause all of the boys around her to throw themselves at her. Right now she was happy to explore Leslie's body, as well as the access it gave her to viewing other girls around her. But there was another feeling she knew was buried deep in Leslie. She was alright with not being with a guy, but she didn't know if she was capable of saying "no" if a guy wanted to go further. Her impulsiveness was already obvious, as she had easily decided to finger herself in the locker room while all the girls were just steps away. Could she say no to guy? Did she want to? Her thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing coming from her locker. She knew it was coming from her secret phone, and she figured that her team mates had another message for her. She pulled it out, and was surprised to see another message from her mystery friend. "I know you're not Leslie... Take the pill unless you want everyone to find out." Leslie held the phone in her hands, and found herself trembling. She was wrong to write off the texter as a joke earlier, and now they knew about the pills? She tossed the phone into her bag like it was poison, wondering what she should do. There must be a reason that the texter wanted her to take the pills, but for the life of her she couldn't think of what it was. The pills would only give her bigger tits... So was this some guy who wanted Leslie to get sexier? What sense did that make? She looked over at Ann's locker and took a deep breath. She could deal with having bigger breasts, but couldn't face having her lie exposed. She opened Ann's locker and looked at the bottle of pills. Surely nothing serious would happen to her if she took them, as Ann had handed them out to a bunch of girls already. With a bit of resolve, Leslie opened the jar and popped one of the pills into her mouth. She took a deep breath, then swallowed the pill without any resistance. For a long time she sat in the empty locker room waiting for something to change, but nothing did. A few minutes later, she finally gave up on waiting and gathered her stuff together. She knew that Ron would be waiting to take her home, and felt she should just focus on that. She began to walk outside, and as she did something deep down inside of her began to change. The pill was beginning to work it's magic, and Leslie was in for a most interesting night. ///// 6 ///// "Sexy" ///// Monday Evening "Hey, it's about time you show up," Ron said with a grin. He was standing outside a newer car, leaning against it as if he was the coolest guy ever. "Sorry, I just had to take care of something after practice," Leslie said before opening the passenger side door and taking a seat. The car was very clean, and as she shuffled through her memories she found that Ron was a very organized person. "No worries. Having a cute cheerleader climb into my car always does wonders with my reputation around here." "Whatever," Leslie said, shoving Ron in the arm as he got in next to her, "just get this cute cheerleader home." He chuckled and pulled out of the college parking lot and began to drive towards the Perkins. "So, anything crazy happen at practice?" Leslie thought about his question for a moment. She had almost told him about fingering herself in the stall, but then she wondered why she would share such an intimate detail with her friend... "Nothing really." "Yeah, right. You guys probably all stripped down to your bra and panties before having one big tickle fight. Am I right?" "You're such a perv, Ron!" Leslie said with another playful shove, but little did Ron know that she would have loved it if that had happened. She thought of all those girls tickling and exploring each others bodies. Their hand running up the girls long legs... As she thought about the girl's legs, she noticed something about her own. She felt a sudden chill on her ankles, and as she looked down to see why she saw that the jeans that had fit her normal this morning now more closely resembled Capris. "Hey, everything okay?" Leslie could feel her heart racing, and she suddenly realized that the pill was beginning to work on her. She had only been in the body of Leslie for a couple of days, but she could tell that something was different. Not only had the jeans seemingly retreated above her ankles, but she could feel them tightening around her waist as well. "I'm fine, just worked really hard during... Oh!" She couldn't help but shout as her breasts began to ripple inside of her sweater. Her nipples were already fairly sensitive, but for the moment the were simply electric. She watched as her sweater began to fill ever so slightly, before she looked up and saw a car coming right for them. "Ron! Look out!" She looked over and saw Ron twist the wheel, barely moving out of the way of the oncoming car. "Jesus!" "God, Ron! Look at the road!" "Fuck! I'm sorry!" He was breathing heavily, and he pulled over on the side of the street and placed the car in park. They were on a stretch of road in between neighborhoods with nothing but large pines surrounding them. "What the hell was that!?" She asked, forgetting that her body had just shifted and changed on it's own accord. "I'm sorry, but it looked like..." He didn't finish his sentence, his breath still labored. "What? Did you see a fucking ghost?" "No! It... It looked like your breasts were growing." He was silent for a long time after he said it, which was good as Leslie didn't know how to respond. Not only had her breasts really grown a little, but her childhood friend had been starring at her chest as it did. Leslie shook her head, knowing that she really hadn't been friends with this guy for that long. She had only met him earlier in the day, and this was just her mind playing tricks on her. "You could have gotten us killed!" She felt it best to ignore his comments about her chest, choosing instead to place the blame squarely on his shoulders. "I'm sorry!" "Good! Now get the car started and..." Her mind was suddenly drawing a blank. A sudden heat had covered her body, and she felt as if she was going to catch on fire in that very moment. "Oh my God!" She yelled as she lifted her sweater over her head. "God, what are you doing?" "Fuck! Can't you feel that!?" She gasped before shimmying out of her jeans. "Leslie, I..." Ron just sat in the driver seat and watched as his friend removed all of her clothes, feeling a tightening in his pants as she did. She didn't care that she was naked in the car with her friend, as all Leslie cared about was trying to cool herself off. She could see that her tits had grown a little, but the most obvious change was in her hips. Where before her hips were narrow and even, they were now curvier and more toned. "You... You've changed..." Ron said sheepishly, trying to look away. "I took a pill of Ann's," Leslie said matter-of-factly, "One that was supposed to make me sexier..." "What? You always told me that you couldn't take those pills." Leslie tried to find something in her memories that supported his claims, but nothing was coming. "Well I did, and..." "God, Leslie..." "What?" Leslie asked, and as she followed his eyes she saw that he was watching as she slowly fingered her slit. "Oh shit! I'm sorry Ron! I don't know what's come over me!" "It's the pills, Leslie. You said that they would make you..." He couldn't finish the thought again, and now his hand was covering his eyes. " "What? Make me what, Ron?" She was still fingering herself as she asked, but she knew what his answer would be. "They'd make you hotter... The pills would make you hornier..." She knew that it was the truth. He body had grown moderately sexier, but she was feeling an overwhelming need as well. Yet, no matter how hard she played with herself... "Ron, I need your help!" Without waiting another moment, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her crotch. "Jesus, Leslie!" "Ron, I need you to help me! I need you to help me cum!" "I can't, Leslie... I mean, I want to, but..." "I'm so sorry, Ron, but I need this so bad! Here... I'll help you too!" She fumbled at his zipper and soon had her hand in his boxers. "What the fuck!" "You help me, and I'll help you!" She couldn't control herself anymore, as the heat was making it damn near impossible to think at all. His cock was now free, and she found that it was larger than her old bodies. She began to work her petite hand up and down his shaft, knowing exactly what would feel good. "Oh my God!" Ron moaned, his defenses weakening. "Yes!" She felt a finger enter her slit, before another followed suit. "Yes, Ron! Finger me just like that!" For the next few minutes the old friends discovered a new part of their friendship, with Ron furiously fingering Leslie as she brought him to the brink of cumming. "Shit, Leslie! I'm going to cum!" "Me too! Keep going!" She felt herself tighten against his fingers as an orgasm rocked her body. Moments later she felt his cock begin to twitch, and she watched as Ron shot his load right onto the windshield. "Fuck!" Ron yelled, half excited and half mad at the mess he had made. "I'm so sorry, Ron!" She said as she pulled up her jeans. Even though she was still riding the wave of her last orgasm, she was disgusted that she had just given this guy a hand job. Not only that, but she had stripped down completely nude to do it. She tried to put her bra back on, but found that he breasts were just big enough now to make that a pipe dream. Instead she pulled on her sweater and sat patiently as Ron calmly placed his dick back in his pants. For a long time they sat in silence, and as a car passed Ron finally spoke. "Thank you." "What?" Leslie added, shocked by the statement. "I know it's probably just the pills, but you know that I've wanted to do that for a while. When everything changed..." "It's fine, Ron," Leslie added quickly with a warm smile, not wanting to see where the conversation was going. He smiled and nodded back at her, and before she knew it she was in her bedroom watching Ron drive away through her window. She was glad to find the house empty, as she didn't want to deal with what April would possibly do to her in this state. Instead she soon found herself naked again, and looking at the changes that had happened. There was no way that anyone would notice the changes if they didn't know, but she knew she had grown a few inches as well as a cup size. Her tits now held their shape without her bra, but they were a far cry from what she was hoping for. There it was again. She wasn't hoping for any changes. She took the pills because the mysterious texter had forced her to. As she looked over her body some more, she heard her secret phone ding and picked it up expecting to see a new text from that stranger. Instead she saw a message from her team mates, and it was just as bad as the mysterious text. "Do whatever it takes if you want your old body back!" The sexual implication was there again, but there was the added threat of being stuck as Leslie. She knew that they were probably bluffing, but she also knew that they had the flask with the antidote to switch their bodies back... She thought about what she had done to Ron, and wondered if she could do the same to Ann's Dad. It really wasn't that bad, in fact she was excited by the act. It was just like masturbating when she was a guy, only she had done it to someone else. If she was being honest with herself, she knew that she had fought off the urge to take Ron's cock in her mouth. She figured that last thought was simply a holdover from the pills, but then she looked at the text again. "...Whatever it takes..." Yesterday she thought she would never give a guy a hand job, but tomorrow she wondered exactly how far she would be willing to go. For some reason, she knew that she would find out sooner rather than later. ///// 7 ///// "Side Effects" ///// Tuesday Morning "Oh my God!" Ann shouted as Leslie entered the basement's workout room the next morning. Leslie was hoping that maybe Ann wouldn't notice the changes, but the excitement on her friends face proved her wrong. "You look incredible!" "Oh, thanks." Leslie added politely, while deep down she was rather fond of the attention Ann was giving her. Ann stepped off the treadmill and walked over to her friend. "God, you must have grown at least an inch. And your breasts," she was feeling them now, prodding about them as if they were a piece of fruit, "are like a cup size bigger!" "I know... It took a while to find a sports bra that fit." "Oh my God! I'm so happy for you!" Ann threw her arms around Leslie and held her tight. "I'm so glad that you've finally come around! Here, let's get a better look!" She then dragged Leslie over by a tall mirror and without asking pulled the sports bra right over Leslie's head. "God, Ann!" "What? We've seen each other naked all the time," Ann said as she sized her friend up, "only now your tits are bigger." Leslie was well aware of the changes. She was late coming down to workout because she had gotten a little too caught up with looking over the changes in her room earlier. What had started off as simple curiosity had turned into a marathon masturbation session. She had made herself cum a couple of times, as the sight of her changes had stirred up something deep inside of her. "And your hips! God! You're so much more curvy already!" Ann was still giddy with excitement, but there was something else Leslie saw in her friends eyes. She was looking her up and down admiringly, like she was getting turned on. Leslie thought about the way Ann looked at her again as she showered, causing her to cum a couple of more times before she was ready for school. Ann loaned her a pair of jeans for the day, excited to take her friend shopping after practice, and Leslie was able to fit in them somewhat. "They're a little baggy on you, but don't worry... You'll fill them out soon enough!" As they walked across campus, Leslie was surprised to find that some of the eyes that were checking out Ann lingered on her as well. Again, it was not something that she was looking for, but attention from others was always nice. It didn't hurt either that Ann had given her a v-neck blouse that showed off some more cleavage than she had the day before. Before they separated for classes, Ann took her hand in her own and looked at her somewhat seriously. "Okay, so you remember what I said about the pills?" Leslie did, and it was about what she had expected. The pills would slowly change her with each dose, but the hormonal change would make her a little imbalanced as well as a little randy. "Don't fight the urges," Ann had said flippantly in the car, "you don't want to end up like Ginger who had half of the Hokey team inside her because she fought the urges too long." "I remember..." "Good, so I'll see you at practice! God, I can't wait for tonight!" Ann said with a playful wave. This left Leslie alone again, even though she was surrounded by students walking every which way. This finally gave her some time to think about her predicament. All of the changes, as well as the time she spent enjoying them, where clouding her real purpose. She was only in Leslie's body to make sure her football team won the game in a few days, but that also meant possibly seducing Ann's dad. On top of all of that was the mysterious texter, who was the catalyst for her current metamorphosis. Then she saw her friend Ron, and quickly thought about what they had done the night before. As he walked up to her, all she could think about was the fact that he had literally been inside of her the night before. She could tell that he was thinking about the same thing, as his face was already beat red. "Hey." "Hi," Leslie responded, feeling her cheeks flushing as well. "So, is there any chance we can talk about last night?" Leslie looked at Ron and pondered the question. He was like a little puppy dog, with his big brown eyes gazing down at her. "Maybe we shouldn't. Maybe we can just pretend it didn't happen?" "Is that what you want, Leslie?" She looked at the man staring back at her and knew it wasn't what she wanted. It took no time for the good friends to find an empty closet in the Schimbare building, and Leslie quickly found herself on her knees. His cock was soon free, and she took a moment to look at it as it was much closer than the previous night. It was bigger than the penis she had as Seth, with more girth than she expected. "You really don't have to..." "Ann said I shouldn't fight these urges." It took another moment for her to build up the will to take it into her mouth, and when she did she found it to be a little bigger than she thought. "Shit, that feels good," Ron said as she began to bob up and down on his cock. "God, I never thought this would happen." She continued to suck his cock, all the while wondering exactly what force was working on her at that moment. Was she going down on her friend because of the pills? Were her hormones simply out of whack? Or was this something that she wanted... "Oh my God, Leslie!" For the moment she didn't care where the urges were coming from, as the feeling of making this young man in front of her almost whimper was an empowering sensation. He was literally putty in her hands, or more to the point in her mouth, and she felt like she could get used to such power. "God, Leslie, I'm cumming!" But his words were too late. Leslie felt a stream of hot fluid run down the back of her throat, and the feeling of empowerment was wiped away by a sudden bout of nausea. "Shit! I'm so sorry!" "You dick!" Leslie said as she gagged, trying to clear her throat. "I'm so sorry, Lester..." "God, whatever," she added as she wiped her mouth. "You just gotta warn me next time." She had said it so nonchalantly that it didn't register to her that she had just opened the door for more of these acts with Ron. "I will, but God that was awesome." "What? Have you never had a girl go down on you?" Ron blushed again, and Leslie worked through her memories and saw that he was still a virgin. In fact, she had never really thought about it before, but she found that Leslie was a virgin too. "Well, I guess there's always a first time." As they straightened themselves up, Leslie could tell that Ron wanted to talk about what happened more, possibly wanting to define what was happening. She didn't want to talk about it any more, thinking that talking about it would simply lead to more of it. "So... I'll still be giving you a ride tonight?" "Of course," Leslie said as she redid the ponytail in her hair. "Great. I, um, guess I'll see you then." Leslie smiled and nodded, trying to act like they were getting up from lunch instead of a spontaneous sexual act. "Okay, I'll be in the parking lot." "Thanks," and with that she watched as he slipped out of the closet and into the hallway. She would wait a few moments, so people would not look into what the two were doing, before making her way to her first class. She would obviously be late, and that dug at the new side of her that was happy to be in school. As the seconds passed, she again worked through what had happened. She had led him to the closet and gone down on him like it was nothing, another first in a week full of them already. She thought about it, when something Ron said suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. He had called her "Lester". There was no mistaking it. He had called her a name that could be construed as a play on Leslie, but as she searched through her memories she found "Lester" popping up more and more. It was in the same shadowy places that Ron's memories were, where she couldn't simply focus on anything substantial. It would definitely be something she would have to look into, but she found something else she needed to focus on. The secret phone had buzzed, and she already suspected what it would say. "More pills, or everyone finds out." It was her unknown texter again, and she put her phone away without looking at it again. There was not the angst she had felt the day before, the worry that someone was on to her. All trepidation about taking the pills was gone, because she was planning on taking more wither way. ///// 8 ///// "Not Alone" ///// Tuesday Afternoon The rest of the school day went by in a blur. Leslie felt as though she had gotten the urges fueled by the pills under control, but found that new desires were beginning to arise. A lot of that was due to the new found attention she was getting from the guys around her. For some reason no one was particularly surprised that her tits were somewhat bigger, along with a curvier waist, yet the overall effect was enough for more eyes to linger on her. It also didn't hurt that Ann wasn't standing next to her, thereby taking the attention of the entire room. No, it was just a perkier Leslie getting smiles and admiration as she walked the halls of Timber Grove Community. The attention was a nice, mostly in that it made her not think about what she had done to Ron in the closet earlier in the day. It was also what made her arrive to practice sporting a large smile. "God, what are you so happy about?" A half naked Ann asked from across the locker room. "Nothing," Leslie said with a shrug, before going over to her locker as if she had done it a hundred times before, and not just for the second day. She went about getting changed, and as she removed her shirt she took a second to admire her new breasts. It was incredible what a difference a cup size had made, and she gazed at them while wondering what a difference another few cup sizes would make. "...I know, right? I was such a nerd!" She turned around and saw three girls sitting on a bench behind her in the middle of a conversation. The one talking was Erika, the pretty redhead she had met the day before, and after a moment of sifting through Leslie's memories she knew the others as Piper and Lilly. She didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the girls were talking as if they didn't care who heard. "Oh my God, you totally were," Piper said. "I remember how you use to wait outside the girls changing room in High School, thinking that you might just see some of us naked." "You remember that," Erika said, he pale face blushing. "I thought it was kind of cute, you know, the fat kid chasing after the cutest girls in school." "Hey, I wasn't that fat!" Erika said with mocking tone. "Who cares what you were," Lilly said with a smile, "you're a fucking smoke show now." "Ah, that's so sweet!" Leslie felt she was hearing the conversation right, but what they were saying didn't seem to match up. They were talking about Erika as if she was some fat guy that moped around girls in High School. As she sorted through her memories, she was stunned to find that what they were saying was true. Erika was once a boy! The thought that someone on the squad was just like her was a huge revelation, and she just had to know more. It seemed that everyone on the squad was aware of her past, but everyone was happy to have her on the team without needing to know anything more. L