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Twenty One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 2 Bob walked into his house like a puppy dog with his tail between his legs and sat down at the dinner table. He could barely eat a morsel of his food, sick to his stomach as his sister spilled every detail about her brother's cockiness and the bet. At first she could barely accept he'd be so rude to a girl, yet his mom knew him too well and once she watched some of the video, she was livid at the way he acted. As expected, his mother mostly lectured him, shaking her head and never gave him a chance that she'd try to talk to Tara about getting him out of it. His father, on the other hand, only fueled the fire even further with off colored jokes and wise crack remarks, knowing he'd be happy to be away on business rather than have to watch his idiot son embarrass himself. Bob actually went to bed before it was even dark outside to get away from the banter and ridicule, yet barely slept a wink, tossing and turning all night. He was already awake at 6:00 am hearing the doorbell and then dreaded the rumbling he heard downstairs. "Time for my new sister to rise and shine!" said his sister, flicking on the light. "Everyone's here." "Everyone?" Bob peeked out from under the covers. "Who's everyone?" "The cheer girls that are here to help," said his mother, stepping in and tossing him a speedo. "Now I ran the tub, so get your suit on and get in there, pronto. I know it's only your first day like this, but I will not have you late for school no matter what." "You're saying they're coming in the bathroom!" sighed Bob, stunned. "Yes, that's where girls get ready," said his mother. "Just so you're aware, I had a long chat with Tara last night about expectations, commitments and we're all on the same page. Now ass up and in the tub please. Turn around, Vanessa." Vanessa and his mother turned their backs, standing and waiting as they forced him not to dilly dally getting out of bed and putting on his speedo. Once they heard the waistband snap, they turned and moved out of his way as he walked by them, wanting to crawl under a rock as he walked across the hall. It took only a second for the smell of lilac to fill his nostrils as he stepped into the tub and sank down into the bubbles. "Easy. Don't soap up the locks just yet!" shouted Tara as he looked up, seeing her enter. "We're not starting just yet on this sloppy mop of yours. We'll be going slow and taking baby steps, so all of this isn't too much of a shock to you and everyone else around you." "Like that's even possible," objected Bob as he stopped himself from slouching down. "Maybe, but Rome wasn't built in a day either," said Tara, walking over and lifting his hair before it got wet. "Give me an alligator clip, Tiff." Bob was already intimidated, seeing two senior cheerleaders from his class, Tiffany and Amanda, behind her staring in at him sitting in the tub. Their constant whispering made him even more uncomfortable as he soaked there before they finally exited the bathroom, leaving him awaiting their future assistance. Just hearing them all cackling down the hall presumably in his sister's room was stressful enough until all three girls plus his sister crowded into the bathroom about twenty minutes later. "So you'll need to do this nice and slow," said Tara, handing him a pink razor and a can of shaving cr?me. "Sit on the edge and we'll supervise. You're not that hairy, but we'll still need to use plenty of razors. Make sure you rinse every time, and we'll do the sensitive areas." "I hate you all," moaned Bob, pulling himself up onto the marble ledge of the big tube and lathering up his leg. He was shivering as he sliced the first section from his left leg and then looked up, seeing the razor filled with hair. "See, not so hard," said Tara, patting his back. "Go ahead and do your whole calf. We'll do your knees and ankles once we get there." "Even this you're recording." Bob looked up, seeing his sister filming with Tara's phone. "We're girls. We video and do all types of stupid pics," giggled Vanessa. "Get used to it." "No chance of that," replied Bob, watching himself erase the hair from his own legs. He wasn't even a half hour into his week and already they were slowing stripping away some of his dignity, and even worse the first vestige of his masculinity. He worked very slowly, not wanting this day to really begin and not sure if he would even nick himself. When Tara had seen enough of his calves and thighs becoming fairly bare, the girls took over, lifting his left leg first and shaving around his knee. After wiping his ankle clean, they worked on the right leg and then re- lathered him for good measure, doing the area again to wipe away all the stragglers and areas he had done a lousy job on. When they had him stand, he wanted to die, mortified as they slid open his legs and worked around his privates. An uncomfortable wedge to slice across his cheeks wasn't much better before it was almost a relief having them slice away everything from his forearms. A few stragglers on his chest and then under his pits and at least they finally pulled the plug on the tub allowing him out. As the water drained down, they rubbed a flowery lotion all over his body while Tara lathered his face and then suddenly they were done as she toweled him off. "One second of privacy and we'll meet you in your bedroom," said Tara, handing him some pink panties and turning, half closing the door. "Don't make us wait, or going forward you'll have zero privacy." He looked over his shoulder, realizing they were all now gathering in his room and pulled off his wet Speedo. It was sickening to see himself completely hairless except for the little patch around his privates as he stepped into the soft underwear, pulling them up. He knew they meant business as he turned, trying not to think about his situation but it was tough seeing himself hairless in pink panties. "At least smile a little bit, sis! Isn't this like a dream you had with your room full of pretty girls?" teased Vanessa as he looked up, seeing her filming him. "Yeah, not exactly," said Bob. "Please turn that off already." "Your mom was right. Those do fit perfect," said Tara, turning his shoulders, ignoring him. "Of course I buy all his clothes, but this is his first bra and panties I bought him," said his mother, coming in with the bra, holding it against his chest. "Arms out, and I'm guessing your spare outfit won't fit right, Vanessa. It's a six, right?" "We brought an eight and a ten," replied Tiffany, holding up two cheer outfits from the bed. "I'm thinking with his little waist, the eight should be good." "I think you're right, but let's see," said his mother, buckling a bra on her son. "I know his waist is a loose 28." "30-28-35," said Vanessa, measuring her brother. "Give me the "B" chicken cutlets Vanessa, and let's measure him again," said his mother. "Maybe 34 now at best," said Vanessa, measuring his chest. "Ok, try the eight, girls," said his mother as Tiffany unzipped it and held it out for him to step into. "He's my first boy in a dress, so this will take some adjusting to as time goes on." He was ready to faint as they shared a laugh as this all couldn't really be happening as they zipped him up, then debated and unzipped him. "Try the ten too," said his mothe,r as they repeated the exercise and then quickly he stood to be re-dressed in the first one. "Ok, all you girls," said his mother. "See you downstairs." "Sit, Bobby," said Tara as he sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly attacked by four girls. Before he could even blink, Amanda had pulled out the jaw clip and was raking through his hair with a big brush while Tiffany was slipping socks onto his feet. It brought back bad memories of his mother brushing his unruly hair before bed, but never did his sister join in like she was now at his right temple. With his head being pulled out from the side and back, all he could do was look up, seeing Tara holding the phone filming and then he glanced down, seeing Tiffany trying shoes on him. He noticed Amanda now stretching the wire of her flat iron behind him and did his best holding back the emotions that would have only emasculated him further, as he felt it pull through the back of his hair. It was a ten minute whirlwind that just felt so much longer until Tiffany stood up, apparently finished, and then he watched her dig through a makeup case. With his sister working on the other side as Tiffany unscrewed a mascara wand approaching his face, all he wanted to do was not watch anymore, but that wasn't an option as her hand pinched at his face. With her fingers she held his eyes open, coating his lashes numerous times and then finally when she let go, he could blink again. A few blinks were all he got as they tugged on his hair from behind and then covered his face as the sticky spray went on. When the fumes cleared, the little applicator touched his lips, followed by a big brush at each cheek and then it was over as they all stood back, uncomfortably staring. "I think that'll do for now," said Tara, looking at her watch. "Stand up and be happy I'm going easy on you on your first day. I figured a hint of makeup and a few twists of that bushy mop would be enough to start the ball rolling for you." "I'm done?" gulped Bob, looking down at his outfit, repulsed. "For now you are, but you're far from done," said Tara, smiling. "You're barely the girl you'll be becoming this week. Really you're more a boy in a dress right now, and that'll be quite enough for school today. Get changed, ladies." Every second grew more shocking then the next, as suddenly Amanda and Tiffany stripped down to their underwear right in front of him as his sister and Tara went to her room. Before he could blink, they had zipped each other up and then there he was dressed just as they were, like he was part of the cheer team. When his sister came back into the room, he was now one of four girls looking ready for cheer practice in white cheer outfits with red trim and letters. Across his chest read the school acronym "lady bulldogs" in red script letters with pink trim, as it was hard to accept his own mother helped give him little boobs beneath it. At the right shoulder,a pink bulldog icon sat above red and pink accent stripes and those same stripes flowed across the white pleated short cheer skirt. On his feet, the white sneakers had red laces, and his pink ankle socks had little red pomp poms in the back. His shoulder length, dark brunette hair now sat with a bumped up little puff in front behind his forehead, and down each side a tight fishtail braid ran from each temple before twisting into his pony. Swinging high behind his crown, the pony jettisoned up beneath a massive pink, red and white cheer bow and sat teased out in a straight thick style. He felt sick seeing his lashes looking so full and even worse, noticing how his lips glistened just a bit from the soft cherry gloss. "Not bad for a quickie, ladies," said his mother, raising her eye brows, coming in and handing him one of his sisters old backpacks with all his books inside. "He came out cute already, right?" said Vanesa, handing him a white shoulder pocketbook. "Yes, very," smiled their mother. "Now come on girls. I'll drop you as you probably already missed the bus." "It's ok," said Tara, coming in. "I figured we probably would, so I arranged for a few seniors to drive us in today." "Who?" asked Bob, already in panic mode. "Just Danny and Justin," said Tara. "What the big deal? They're your best buddies and saw yesterday's video anyway. They'll be seeing you one way or the other shortly, so I figured you'd be more comfortable with them." "Terrific," said Bob sarcastically, staring at Tara in her old high school's white varsity basketball jersey with red letters. "Any chance you could rub it in further?" "You do know the answer is yes, right?" whispered Vanessa, walking by him shaking her head. So out of his room they all went, down the stairs as a group of girls heading outside. When his sister opened the front door, he was dying inside and then looked up, seeing Justin's father's classic car. "Wow, it's gorgeous," said Tara, running out, seeing the guys seeing parked in front of the house in a big old white Cadillac convertible. "Not as gorgeous as my buddy," teased Justin, sliding down his sunglasses having a laugh at Bobby's expense. "Nice legs you've got there, Bobby," yelled Danny. "Assholes," said Bob, giving him the finger and walking out with the girls. "I can't believe he let you take it." "Special occasion," said Justin. "How often do I get to have a car full of cheerleaders?" "And a hoop star," joked Danny, pointing at Tara. "Thanks," said Tara, climbing in the front seat between the guys. "But don't make the new girl uncomfortable. She's got much to learn, and I was the new girl not that long ago, so I know how hard it can be." "Yeah well it would have been easier if she could sink a three, but this is going to be much more fun," teased Justin. "Climb in girls." "Even easier if Miss Bobbi knew how to ask a girl to prom properly," said Tara, sliding next to Justin on the old fancy bench seat. "But good thing someone else did!" "You're saying you're going with my best friend! With Justin?" gulped Bobby, cramming in the back with the three other girls. "When the hell did that happen?" "Well last night, actually," replied Tara, twisting her neck back as the car pulled away. "He called me worried about you and we got to talking. You're lucky to have such a good friend that's worried about your well being, and protecting a girl like you during such a vulnerable time." "It just happened, Bobby," said Justin, driving. "We talked and then met for Starbucks and talked some more. It's not like she has a boyfriend? We just connected." "Unlike your shot," joked Danny, as they all cracked up, infuriating him. "Ok, ok guys," said Tara, diffusing the anger. "That may be true, but we're all past that now. Between you guys, Amanda and Tiffany, just make sure she's as comfortable as she can be under the circumstances." "It's almost the end of school anyway, and finals are over," said Tiffany, as the car pulled up at the curb. "A few bullshit classes and we'll meet up with you later." As they got out, he could see several students break from their conversations or gazing at their phones, as many eyes started to look his way. "Good luck, sis," Vanessa hugged him. "We'll see you at lunch, and the senior girls will take care of you while we're in our classes," said Tara before turning and pecking a kiss on Justin. "You make sure she's ok too, right?" "With pleasure," smiled Justin. He was surrounded by Tiffany on one side and Amanda on the other, with his legs feeling like jelly as they led him into the school with his best buddies. He couldn't bear to make any eye contact, hearing giggles, a few whistles and actually a few shouts of encouragement, as the next thing he knew he was climbing the stairs into the main hallway. When he finally looked up, he was suddenly surrounded by students near their lockers as he undid his combination and took out some books. As he turned to exchange them for others in his sister's backpack, he was the center of attention with all eyes upon him as it took only a second to realize the whole school already knew his situation. "Nothing to see, here! Let's get to class everyone," said Professor Herman, coming in and breaking up all the chatter and staring. "You're very brave, Bobby." "Thanks professor," said Bob, closing his locker. "But it's not exactly the adjective I've been thinking for myself." "Well either way, coming out like this is never easy," said Professor Herman, patting his back. "But even if it took the whole year, we're glad you did and support you, Miss Taylor." "But..." Bobby started to say... "Thank you so much professor," said Tiffany, interrupting, covering her mouth trying not to giggle and pulling him away. "Come on Bobbi, we're got to get to class." "Better that the teachers think stuff like that," said Amanda, pulling Bob away with her. "They'll be sympathetic and make this so much easier." "Yeah I guess better than looking like some loser chick," teased Danny as they all headed into homeroom. He knew he was the brunt of every joke as he looked around uncomfortably, seeing all the stares and giggles around him. Even sitting he had no idea how to feel comfortable, crossing and uncrossing his legs, being self-conscious of how he should sit without flashing the class his pink panties. With every change in class, it started all over again, as every kid that hadn't seen him before muttered never ending jokes in the background, and every teacher seemed to be briefed to ignore his current state treating him kindly. At lunch, he found himself sitting with all of the cheerleaders like he was their little sister, yet having nothing in common to chat about. They fussed over him and protected him almost like guards, yet he knew he was the topic of so many conversations surrounding them. When finally the end of day bell rung, he had somehow made it through without incident and then he found Tara awaiting him outside as he exited the school. "I heard you did well today," Tara took him by the arm as they walked down the path together. "Sure, if you ignore the hundreds of kids that were making fun of me," moaned Bob. "Then yeah... it was a glorious day for me." "Better than getting your ass kicked by a bunch of muscle heads, but I wasn't about to let that happen," said Tara. "You did the right thing just keeping to yourself and avoiding any conflict. I want you to be the pretty young lady you wanted, come Friday night, and we need to avoid any bumps and bruises. Everything shows in those dresses." "Yeah, well plenty shows in these cheer dresses too," said Bobby, holding the edges of the skirt. "Where's my pain in the ass sister, and can I at least go home now?" "Didn't you have lunch with the whole team and spend all day with the cheer seniors?" said Tara, giving him a look. "She's on the bus, going to the cheer rally with the other girls of course." "Oh yeah?" replied Bob, shaking his head. "Did you want to stay a cheerleader a little longer and go with them?" Smiled Tara. "I'm sure I can arrange it?" "No, I'm good," sighed Bob. "Please, can I just go home?" "Eventually," said Tara, taking his arm as they walked together arm and arm. "We'll have things to do every day Bobby. I told you making a girl prom ready is a lot of work, and that's without the little extras you need to have done. All this you'll be experiencing that first hand starting today, but the good news is now that I'm also going, we'll be doing some of it together." Together they walked down, hopping in Justin's car as he sat in the back seat now with Tara. With the music blasting and his buddies in the front, not much was said as he sat with his pony blowing in the wind. After a twenty minute ride, Justin pulled up at a busy shopping center and then Tara motioned for them to hop out. "Thanks guys," said Tara, pecking a kiss on Justin. "You'll drop the backpacks off at the Taylor's house please, right?" "Sure," said Justin waving. "Have fun, girls." "What's this?" asked Bob, confused. "I just got my cavities done last month." "Cleaning and whitening," said Tara, turning and checking his teeth. "They're not bad, but after a good series of whitening treatments, they'll look gorgeous once these pretty lips are done up." There was little arguing he could do as he soon found himself inside the dentist office and then suddenly was inside as just another cheerleader getting her teeth whitened. When they finished, he could actually feel the difference sliding his tongue across his teeth, and then noticed the immediate change as he looked at them. She was awaiting him in the lobby when they were finished, and then she led him down two stores, as for the first time in his life, he was being brought inside a nail salon. "Hi, Tara Tomlinson and Bobbi Taylor. We have mani-pedi appointments," said Tara, checking in and then sitting down with him, opening a magazine. The vivid colors and small stations were things he had noticed glancing in many times to check out the girls, but being inside now seemed so different. What really shocked him most were the pungent smells that filled his nostrils, and then suddenly he looked up, being called first. He followed the Asian girl to her station and then felt completely uncomfortable as she lifted his hands, looking them over and making faces. "Oh very sloppy....Round or square?" asked the woman, analyzing his fingers in broken English. "You want acrylic or gel?" "Umm," gulped Bob, very uncomfortable, not sure. "Square French acrylics for her," said Tara, walking by and being seated not too far away. "These are for her prom, but she may change the color later. Stay with the neutrals and pearl pink base for today. And she wants them long, please." With the woman's English closer to Korean anyway, Bob just sat confused by the woman's accent, but he knew at least what French nails looked like, and now knew he was about to get them. What he didn't expect was how much work went into trimming away his cuticles, filing and trimming and then exactly how long his new nails would be. It didn't take much though to realize that it wouldn't be too easy to grab just about anything as time flew, and each fingernail grew dramatically. He was absorbed watching his own hands being transformed from man hands to seemingly dainty woman's hands, and then he looked over seeing Tara's being done as well while his first hand cooked under the dryer. He had no idea how long all this took, but it was far from over even when they finished, as they moved him to an elevated chair and took off his socks and shoes. Again Tara communicated to his nail lady, but this time it was much easier to understand as he looked down, eventually seeing his toenails turning cherry red. He hated having that annoying band between his toes, but soon that would be something he'd need to forget as he found himself leaving in new pink flip flops. When she paid the bill, he soon realized she had only paid for herself and then handed the woman his mother's credit card for him. "Holy crap," gulped Bob as they got outside. "Was that expensive? My mom gave you that card to use?" "Being pretty isn't cheap, and that'll be hopefully another life lesson you won't be so pompous about after this week," said Tara, looping the bag with his sneakers over his wrist. "Now mind your nails until they're completely dry, and be careful." "I'll try," said Bob, not knowing how to function with these long nails attached. "Trust me, you'll learn fast or you'll be back here every day to fix them. Remember this'. said Tara, holding up her middle finger. "No more band aids, and breaking one really hurts if you didn't notice during our game." "But they were this long," said Bob, fanning out his hand, studying it. "Finally observant!" Smiled Tara, fanning out her fingers, showing him. "I kept mine shorter for sports, but that's not going to work for the prom. You'll get used to them, and we'll be back to change the color once we pick that gorgeous dress of yours, princess. Now come, you need some clothes for school tomorrow, and a few essentials." There would be no objecting as she dragged him inside Forever 21 and then to Bebe, trying on clothes. It was so strange when she held up little outfits and undergarments against his body in just his panties and bra, debating with herself in the dressing room before he'd even tried them on. He was beet red as she changed him over and over in the dressing room, and then felt even worse when he had to come out modeling for the sales associate, who constantly brought in suggestions. An hour and a half of shopping for a few outfits was absolutely exhausting, and finally Tara charged them to his mother's card and off they went down to the next store. "Hi, appointments for Taylor and Tomlinson," said Tara, as Bob realized they had walked into a popular tanning salon. They followed the woman back and then inside a small private room as she helped him strip down, and soon as they were alone. "I'm wearing this?" gulped Bob as she pulled out a small yellow bikini from the multitude of shopping bags. "Of course? Why else did you think you just bought it?" Tara handed him the bottom and unzipped his outfit. "I'll help you change, and then at least you can relax in here. Now turn around so we can both change and just step into the bottom, just like you do your panties." Being in panties constantly in front of Tara with seemingly more fabric was bad enough, but this seemed so much more embarrassing as he lowered them and stepped into the bikini bottom. Just like in the dressing room, she took charge yet instead of changing his outfit like she'd just done so many times, she was now exchanging his bra for a triangular bikini top. The little ruffle across his crotch though really only slightly hid the bump in his bottom as he could barely look down at himself, mortified as she slipped on his goggles. It was better he didn't look anyway, as he followed her instructions, getting inside the tanning bed and then at least he could daydream, trying to forget the day. He really had no idea how long he was in there when finally the timer sounded and the bed clicked off, but it was better than parading around the mall shopping or trying on girl's outfits. Never had he felt happier than to re-dress and put the night behind them, but he couldn't look down, knowing he had some unwanted bikini lines. Thankfully, that was the last stop for the night as they walked outside now waiting for the bus, as he barely knew what they even bought, he had tried on so much. It was already dark when they finally got back to his house, and then he plopped on the couch while Tara went inside chatting with his mother and sister. He eventually got his ass up, avoiding the conversation and then screamed once he opened the door to his room. "Moooommmm!" yelled Bob, ready to pull out his hair, seeing silk flowers on his night stand instead of football bobbleheads, and his bed covered in tons of girly fuchsia pillows. "It's just your sister's spare comforter set and sheets," said his mother, as his sister and Tara stood behind her. "Vanessa and the girls figured it would be an easier adjustment if we just ratchet down the gross boy stuff a little while, and I agree. You should be happy all the cheer girls even cleaned this room for you. It was pretty disgusting." "My posters! My stuff," said Bob, stunned at how simple and delicate his blue room looked. "It's all in the garage and we left it blue, relax," said Vanessa. "Be happy, shit was caked on everywhere and trust me, after we started I wish I was the one getting my nails done instead of cleaning this pigsty in industrial strength gloves. It's just not gross anymore, and at least no longer smells like foot odor." "I like it. It came out cute! Get some rest and here's your pjs," smiled Tara, hugging him before handing him a bag and helping him off with his sneakers. "See you in the morning, Bobbi." "Go change, and I'll come back to brush out that hair in a little while. Use my Pond's wipes to get off the mascara, and see you in five minutes," said his mother, walking down stairs with the girls. Bob walked into the bathroom now, glad the day was over and locked the door behind him, leaning back against the wall, gazing at his exhausted image. It was crazy seeing himself in a cheer outfit with a hint of makeup as he smiled, staring at how white his teeth had already become. He took a moment telling himself he still looked like a boy in a dress, acting silly as he stuck out his boobs and pushed them together between his palms, having a laugh at himself. He made some stupid faces at his reflection, shaking his head, smirking with his hands on his hips, trying to figure out how to function with his crazy long nails as he pulled off his little ankle socks. He turned, dropping down his panties past his bare feet, feeling his pony swish across his cheek but that wasn't the only unexpected sensation, as he felt his nails against his manhood, grabbing himself, getting ready to pee into the bowl. "Damn," Bob sighed, holding himself as he lifted his skirt with his other hand while squeezing his member, never expecting himself to be rock hard. He spun back towards the vanity, raising up on his tippy toes to witness his long nails wrapped around himself from under his skirt, and then looking down, seeing his red toe nails shining from the floor. It was crazy being unable to let go, squeezing himself, suddenly aroused by his state, feeling a different sensation than that of needing to urinate. As much as he told himself not to, he just couldn't prevent himself, now beginning to yank as he dropped down the skirt, grabbing hold of the vanity, staring at himself and panting in pleasure. It was bizarre to be jerking off to his own image in the female role instead of one of his magazines, as he watched his tongue lick across any remaining gloss. With his teeth glistening and his hair vibrating with each tug, he could barely last another moment, quickly hopping toward the bowl and holding up his skirt, emptying himself into the toilet water. "That was sick," Bob saw some cum dripping on his index finger's nail as he squeezed the last ounce into the water. "Holy crap!" "Honey, you ok in there?" His mother knocked. "Hurry up and I'll brush out your hair." "One minute, mom." He wiped his finger and flushed the toilet before hurrying to the sink. "Ok, meet you in your bedroom," said his mother, walking away. He couldn't believe how briefly turned on he had gotten, yet quickly he wanted no part of it, unzipping the cheer dress and pulling it off. He dismissed the moment to having a mentally exhausting day, tossing his bra and panties into the hamper and then felt solace in wiping the hints of makeup from his face. He just wanted to go to sleep as he pulled up the clean white panties and stepped into his new girly pajamas. The red silk pants were actually quite comfortable, and then the matching cami top wasn't that different than a tank top he'd wear to bed at times. Of course, instead of a sports logo at the center, a big kiss sat in the middle of the top, and lipstick tubes patterned the pants. When he got back to his room, his mother was already waiting, but she didn't prolong his agony too much as he sat while she took down his hair. When the cheer bow came out followed by the bands and pins, that he realized were attached to his head, he just sat quietly giving her no trouble, cringing just a touch as she brushed out the hairspray bonds from his hair. It took a moment to adjust being in his own bed under his sisters sheets and in girls pjs, but at least his day as a cheerleader was over, and he was so exhausted he fell fast asleep. "Day two for my other prom girl," said his mother, coming in and turning on the lights. "Tara and Sabrina will be here in a second. Rinse and shine my little gambler." "Uuugghhh," grumbled Bob, pulling the pillow over his head. "Already?" "Yup, and it'll be much easier in school now that everyone has gotten past the shock," said Tara, pulling off the covers as soon as she came in. "The pjs really did fit perfectly I see." "Don't you ever sleep in?" grumbled Bob, tossing away his pillow. "Of course, and I'm making sure you get the beauty rest you need," said Tara, shaking him softly. "Trust me, it's not that easy with all that we have to do, but I've got it all planned out with your family as well, so go brush your teeth and get right back here. We've got a schedule to keep, and as you know, I promised your mother we'd never be late for school." He staggered to the bathroom half-awake, locking the door behind him. It was bizarre brushing his teeth with long nails, more accustomed to his messy bedhead and then sat on the bowl doing his business. "Pick up the pace," Vanessa yelled through the door as he flushed and opened the door. "You're not the only girl that uses this bathroom now, you know." He wanted to slug her, but knew better of it as he walked right by her back into his room and immediately noticed a series of items laid out on his bed. "Quick change of the panties and we'll do the rest," said Tara, looking at her watch and coming over, pulling the cammi over his head. "Come on, we're already a few minutes behind and Sabrina's here to help." Bob sighed as he took the white lacey cotton panties from the bed and turned away from the girls, dropping down his pants. It took only a second to change, and then he was all theirs as Tara wasted no time sliding on the matching bra. "Head down while I fix this mop," said Vanessa, pushing his head down a little towards his chest and saturating his head in a damp solution. "Not even an ounce of stubble yet," said Tara, feeling his face as Vanessa worked in the product, gliding her fingers through each section. "How often do you even shave?" "A few times a week," moaned Bob. "You remember what good side burns I had." "Yeah, and they were coming in from like age fourteen," teased Vanessa. "Sit sis." "Then that's a blessing for us. For all of us," said Sabrina, opening a makeup bag. "Imagine how annoying this would be as you start wearing more makeup for you to have to stop in the middle of the day and shave. Look up and head still while we work on you. We won't be doing too much yet anyway right now. I think you're doing well with baby steps, and we've got a lot on the plate today." "Fantastic," Bob sighed as Sabrina held open his eye with her fingers on one hand and began working with a pencil around his eye. In the meantime, he could feel the liquid dripping onto his shoulders as his sister parted his hair down the middle and was combing through it. When she finished, she worked on his left side exclusively, starting in the front and pulling up small distinct sections. He knew she was relishing his angst, like a little payback for all the teasing he had given over the years, but there was little he could do but sit there and take it. One of the strangest sensations was the lash curler clamping down next, as Sabrina held it in place before releasing and brushing through his lashes. He had almost seen the wisps of the mascara wand that followed, stroking his lashes, but he soon experienced the soft touches of shadow on his lids, opening and closing on command. At least the momentary darkness helped create moments of serenity as his sister's work had quite the opposite effect as she stretched and combed constantly. The blush brush softly sliding on his cheeks and then his face being softly powdered were odd, but at least not uncomfortable experiences as he sneezed twice, invoking their giggles. "Gesundheit!" laughed Sabrina, opening up a compact and gliding it under his eyes. "Thanks," said Bob, looking down at all the colors in her palette as she powdered his nose. "You're so freaking good at that, Ness," said Tara as Vanessa worked on the other side now. "You have to teach me. I suck at hair like that." "But thankfully you're good at jump shots, or none of us would get to have all this fun," teased Vanessa, pulling and combing. "Come on Ness...Don't make her uncomfortable before we start today," Smiled Tara, looking up and down debating lip colors. "Hopefully today she'll be as into it as we will be, and I'll do the lips, Bri." "We can only hope, right sis?" said Vanessa, working towards the back now. "Yeah sure.. Nessie!" replied Bob sarcastically as she began painting at his lips now. "You see? I tried!" said Vanessa, giving a yank. "Ooopps? Hope I didn't pull a little too hard, sis." "Oh ladies," Tara smiled, resuming a few last touches with her lip brush. "How about we don't smear those pretty lips right now, and we'll just get you dressed, Bobbi girl." "Whatever?" said Bob, dying to knock out his sister. "One sec and I'm done with the princess," Vanessa smirked finishing up and giving one last tug. "Easy," yelped Bob. "Yup, nice and tight," smiled Vanessa, standing up. Bob sat there now as Tara zipped up her makeup bag and then opened some jeans for him to step into. She helped pull them up and then tugged them in place, buttoning the fly before zipping him up. Before he could even complain too much, a white top with off the shoulder cut outs was dropped over his head, and then she knelt, sliding his feet inside some sandals. It would be quite different then yesterday, not heading to school trying to blend in as one of the cheerleaders, as instead today he was dressed like any other girl, in a simple yet trendy outfit. Taupe eyeshadow behind charcoal lined lids gave him a more defined eye behind thick fanned lashes. For the first time in his life, he seemed to have cheek bones now amid the distinct rosy blush, and the hints of powder gave him a lighter looking complexion. A darker mauve matte lip though was certainly quite a change, as his darker lip color created a contrast he never expected, and drew in the eye. It was like they had allowed him to appear like one of the prettier female athletes in school, as his sister had turned his unruly hair into perfect, tightly coiffed Dutch braids. The expertly woven thick knots streamed from front to back at each side of a middle part, and then sat held on each shoulder by nothing more than a black scrunchie, as they rested near his faux boobs. He was really in a simple outfit, with tight fitting acid washed jeans that had rips scattered on each side, and beneath them his red toes now shone out from beneath white glittery flat sandals. Above it he was in a white three quarter length, cotton tapered top giving him a nice slim shapely look and had shoulder cut outs on each side. Across the front in red glittery letters was the "Bebe" logo, and beneath it the top flared out just enough below his waist to hide any little bulge in his jeans. "He looks so cute in this," said Tara, making sure everything was nice and straight. "Almost like a tougher chick, right?" "Let's hope so, because he's already way too pretty to get beat up," giggled Vanessa, hearing the horn. "See you in school sis. We gotta go, Tara. That's our ride." "Ok, your backpack is downstairs all set, and I'll check on you later," said Tara, giving him a quick hug and handing him a pocketbook. "Wait, I'm not coming with you?" asked Bob, surprised. "Isn't mom gone for work?" "She's right, and I promised your mother we'd make sure she wouldn't be late," said Tara, taking his hand. "Hurry up and we'll walk you to the bus." "You're kidding!" gulped Bob. "Please let me ride with you girls. I'm not ready to be alone like this!" "Can't, we've got a few things to do on the way, and no room in my boyfriend's car anyway," said Vanessa, practically yanking her brother from the room. "Now move! Mom would kill me if its my fault you're late and there's no time for your pretty ass to sit after school in detention with so much to do." "Oh I hate you," Bob exclaimed, as they hurried down stairs and then he was out the door, holding his pocketbook and backpack. When he got to the bus stop, he could see all the whispers already beginning and then lost some of his nerve, ready to bolt for home. "How'd you do on that chem final last week, Bobbi?" asked a girl coming up on his right. "I barely passed it or I'd be in summer school." "Oh me too, Alyssa," said Bobbi, caught off guard. "Glad it's over." "Me too, and I bet you're glad a lot is over right?" said Alyssa, touching his wrist looking at his hands. "Your nails came out gorgeous, and I like those braids on you." "Oh thanks," replied Bob, not knowing what to say as the bus pulled up. "You're welcome," said Alyssa as they started boarding the bus. "You're amazing at braiding. Mine never comes that good." Alyssa was sweet and kind as they really hadn't spoken much over the years, being two years younger and mostly chatted with his sister and other girls. She wasn't the drop dead gorgeous type he liked gawking at normally, but at least helped ease the ride on the bus as they sat together and shared some small talk. He walked into school as everything seemed a bit calmer today, still hearing a series of remarks and getting his share of looks, but he waltzed right by all of it to his locker. He sat in homeroom and class, playing with his braids and biding his time, happy when lunch came along. At lunch, Tara was waiting as he sat with the girls, avoiding any bullshit, gaining an education that girls were even worse than boys when it came to sex. They talked about little dicks, big dicks, faking orgasms, blow jobs and sex toys, almost forgetting his situation with him sitting there. He could barely eat a morsel hearing Tara speak, realizing she just made his life hell as he came to understand what a complete nymph she was. He could barely think about anything back in class except that he had missed out on his chance at her doing more than he could have ever have fathomed she was capable of. He knew all the trash talking and offering up of her body now were more than just talk, but then he starting thinking about her expectations, as did she really expect him to do anything with his date like she threatened? He knew that part she didn't discuss with his mother, and seeing her posts and knowing all the sexual posturing and trash talking parts had been muted out. He hoped all he was stuck doing, being girly, was more than enough and then the light clicked on, realizing the whole school knew he was a boy underneath. That would be the flaw in her plan, he surmised as the only thing positive about everyone knowing it was him dressed as a girl was that no guy would be caught dead trying to make a move in front of the entire class with another guy. For the first time, dressed as he was, he felt better about his situation, concluding that even his friend Justin was probably also part of the ruse and then finally the bell rang, ending class. "So, looks like you did pretty well today, Miss Taylor," said Tara, greeting him as she waited just outside. "Yup, I'm getting better at this girl thing," said Bob trying to push back a little. "It's not that tough." "Cool, because we're all ready..." Tara began to say as a scream interrupted them. "Hey Taylor, why the hell are you not ready and outside, stretching?" a voice yelled. "Just because you're a freaking primadonna now doesn't mean you can screw the team?" "Oh crap, the last race," gulped Bob, completely forgetting. "But I can't race like this?"