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Robin's Continuing Story - Middle School It was the beginning of August and cheerleader practice was about to start. Twelve year old Robin Jacobson and her also twelve year old cousin Beth were let out at the school field by Robin's mom. Beth was wearing a pink t-shirt with a pair of blue shorts, with white sneakers. Robin was wearing a red t-shirt with a blue denim skort. Both of the girls were wearing nail polish, Beth with pink and Robin sporting a bright red. In actuality, being a cheerleader was almost the last thing Robin wanted to do, but she had been forced into it by her mother, who felt that she needed to develop feminine attitudes and take part in feminine activities. Robin would rather have been in a white dobahk (Tae Kwon Do uniform) practicing martial arts, which she had enthusiastically taken part in up until two years ago. Robin's mother had put a stop to that upon their moving to this small town in Pennsylvania. Robin wistfully reflected on the fact that by now she would be getting ready to test for shodan, first degree black belt (junior level). Robin's big problem with her life was that she wasn't actually a 'she'. Robin was a boy, or at least had been up until the summer after fourth grade. At that point, he and his mother had moved to this small Pennsylvania town to live with his aunt and three cousins, and he had spent the summer totally dressed as and treated as a girl. He had been promised he could return to maleness after the summer and they went back home, but his mother had reneged on that promise, and kept him totally feminized. He was required to wear dresses almost exclusively, with ultra girly hair styles and bright nail polish at all times. He had been signed up for ballet classes, and enrolled in the local public school as a transgender student. In reality, he still had a male mind and personality, and wished for nothing more than a return to masculinity. But after two years of puberty blockers, and a new regimen of estrogen shots and pills over the last six months, it was unlikely that was ever going to happen. At least until he was eighteen and could leave. But for now, he had no choice but to live as a girl. The two girls got out of the car and walked towards the field. There were almost 30 girls there, all of them seventh and eighth graders like Robin and Beth who were just getting ready to enter seventh grade. The cousins knew all of them, and all the girls greeted each other warmly. There was no competition, since it was a rule in their town that every girl who tried out for cheerleading was accepted, for middle school at least. High School was different, but they had two years to worry about that. All of the girls knew that Robin was really male, but her disguise as a transgirl was fully accepted, and all of them considered her more or less a girl like them. She acted that way anyway, even if she was a little more 'girly' then most. They figured it was just an attempt on her part to fit in with the others. In reality, if Robin had attempted to express his true masculine self, he would have been totally humiliated by his constant attire and it would have been worse for him. The middle school coach, Ms. Baker called the girls into line and gave them a welcoming speech. She explained the practice and attendance rules, and reminded them that they would all be members of the squad, and they would take turns being on the field at games, both football and basketball. The competition squad was more competitive, and only the top fifteen would be promoted to that group. Robin's thought was that he could pass on that-he didn't want to be here at all, let alone part of the elite. That was going to look great on a young man's college application-member of the all girl cheerleader competition squad. He'd pass on that one. Ms. Baker lined the girls up and started light exercise to loosen and warm them up. She then had one of the returning eighth grade girls demonstrate the simplest cheer, S-C-O-R-E. It was used for when their team had the ball and the fans were hoping for a touchdown or at least a field goal. Ms. Baker then explained the difference between offense and defense for those girls unfamiliar with football. Robin of course had long been intimately familiar with the game, though he had been forbidden to play since his involuntary transformation. In any event, playing any kind of sport while attired in the frilly dresses and heels he was required to wear would have been difficult. That was even assuming that the boys would ever have allowed him to play knowing how much of a 'sissy' he had been turned into. That was the reason he actually had no male friends-none of the boys wanted to be seen talking to him for any reason unless it was for a school assignment. When Robin was on the sidelines cheering, the player he would be required to introduce would probably resent being chosen for Robin's attention. Robin wasn't looking forward to prancing on the sidelines in front of a few hundred people either, even though he had been wearing dresses for two years and everyone in town knew he was really a boy. The story his mother had circulated about him being transgendered had done its job, and no one considered him in any way masculine. The estrogen he was being force-fed would ensure that it would be a long time before anyone would. Right now, his only choice was to do as his cousins had suggested two years ago-relax and enjoy it. He didn't and wouldn't. They spent the next two hours practicing the first cheer and then several others, such as 'Hold that line' for when the team was on defense. By the end of practice, all the girls were sweating profusely, and couldn't wait to get into the shower. Since there were several at the farmhouse where he lived, both girls could get cleaned up simultaneously, and they did. Robin wished he could wear jeans or shorts more often, but when he went to his closet, all that was in there were dresses. Red, pink, lavender, light blue, flower prints, and every other pastel and girly color in the rainbow. He pulled one out, went to his lingerie drawer and pulled two other hated articles of clothing-a pair of panties and a training bra. With the breasts he was being forced to develop he needed the bra for support. He wondered why no one in the town thought to question his predicament, and why they thought a boy forced to live as a girl wasn't rather strange. But that was the nature of small towns, they stayed out of other peoples business and figured the parents knew best how to raise their children. He had come to the conclusion that no one in this burg was going to lift a finger to help him out of this life. The rest of the summer passed as slowly as every other day did for Robin. Cheer practice three times a week, ballet twice a week in the evenings, some swimming in the town pool a few times a week with his cousins, polishing his nails every few days, and some hanging at the mall with his cousins and their girlfriends. For any normal girl, it would have been a idyllic vacation, but for poor Robin, not so much. Ballet in a pink leotard, swimming in a girl's two piece {with his developing breasts on display) and getting a girls tan lines, and making sure his nails were always perfect. The mall with the girls meant trying on more dresses or looking at earrings and such at Claire's (his ears had long since been pierced). Sometimes walking to the mall, he looked longingly at the town's one and only martial arts school, wishing he was enrolled there instead of the other stuff he had to do. The school was Okinawan Isshin-Ryu karate instead of his TKD, but it didn't matter-he just wanted to train again. Shoot, there were even several girls training there, including the Sensei's two adult daughters, both of whom were black belt holders, one of them third degree and an officer in the PA National Guard. If real females could train in karate and reach a full potential, why couldn't he? His mother, that's why. She was bound and determined to eliminate any trace of maleness in him, both mentally and physically. Right now, that involved the use of hormones. However, he knew that his mother hoped that when he was eighteen, he would opt for full transition surgery, turning him into a completely functional female, though of course unable to have children. That was NOT going to happen if he had anything to say about it. Eventually, summer vacation was over, and the first day of school arrived. More humiliation for poor Robin Jacobson. As his mother decreed, he wore a new red and white sheath dress (with a hem that somewhat restricted his steps) two and a half inch heels and a hairstyle that was somewhat juvenile, but appropriate for a cheerleader-twin 'puppy dog ears' sticking out either side of his head. Nails polished of course, with makeup appropriate for a seventh grade cheerleader girl. Since his breasts had been developing, and he was now in middle school, his mother had taken him for a special trip to the Victoria's Secret outlet at their mall to get a fitting for a teen Wonderbra. This caused his breasts, which he was actually ashamed of anyway, to become more prominent. Had he been a biological female, he would have been thrilled, as would his male classmates. As it was, it was just one more entry in his journal of hell. Wearing dresses was bad enough. What would happen every Friday in the fall was worse. Robin was a cheerleader, this was well known to the entire school. As such, he was required to wear his uniform-short blue pleated skirt, blue and white shell or sweater depending on the weather, and depending on the girl's hair length, the aforementioned pigtails on either side with a blue and a white ribbon at each one's base plus white ankle socks and sneakers. He couldn't be more humiliated. His cousins were delighted, having another girl to hang with, especially one who was their cousin. He couldn't understand why his mother and aunt were so virulently anti- male. He knew they had been abused by both their father and their husbands-sexually by their father and physically and emotionally by their spouses. But it couldn't have been bad enough to justify their destroying him like this. Could it? The second Friday of the school year was the fall sports pep rally. Naturally, all the athletes and the cheer squad were in uniform. Even the biological girls playing Field Hockey, Soccer or Cross Country. And here he was in a skirt! It had long been a directive that transgender students were not to be harassed in any way, shape or form. So even though Robin was dressed in his cheer uniform, no one teased him at all. His cover story, even though false, was completely accepted by the entire school community. Except by him. He got through the day, doing his classwork, and even taking girl's gym class. He didn't change in the locker room, but he was allowed the privacy of the coaches lounge. It even had a shower for extra heavy workout days. He did have the use of the girls restrooms, as they had individual stalls. His cousins had schooled him over the years in proper etiquette for the girls rooms-get in, do your thing sitting in a stall, wash your hands and spend a little time primping at the mirror. Fluffing or brushing his hair and reapplying lipstick as a minimum was an absolute must. So every time he needed to use the washroom, he made sure he fulfilled the requirements. He knew that if he didn't, it would get back to his mother somehow, and he would be punished for disobedience. And her punishments were never pleasant. Her goal of destroying his masculinity was going to continue to full fruition, and nothing, especially his own lingering sense of being a boy was going to stop it. So Robin was one of the cheerleaders chosen for the first game, therefore his team of fifteen was chosen to lead the cheers at the pep rally, with the other fifteen scattered throughout the bleachers to pump up the enthusiasm. His face practically turned brick red as he went through the cheers with the other girls, even to the small butt wiggles allowed for girls their age. Even though he was male, he made a VERY cute seventh grade girl, and those boys who were interested in the opposite sex at this point privately regretted the fact that he was who he was. Many of them thought that he would have been a VERY attractive date to the two or three dances held every year. Or even sitting in the movie theatre sharing kisses. Robin knew what they were thinking, knew how he looked, and the thought humiliated him even more. Being a sex object to those who should have been his peers was the last thing in the world he wanted to be. But as of yet, he couldn't speak up, in this town peoples private lives were their business and no one would interfere. Not the teachers, counselor, not even the cops. Poor Robin was stuck. Seventh grade passed at an interminably slow pace, as it does for most 12 year olds. The winter ball was coming up, and the women Robin lived with let him know he was expected to find a male date. If he could do so on his own, all well and good. Even if they went as friends. It didn't have to be a straight athlete, though that was preferred. For all they cared, he could go with one of the school's 'out' gay boys. So long as he went. And there were several gay students who were totally open about their sexual orientation, even in middle school. Robin knew that none of the straight boys would want to be seen in public with him, let along on a date. So Robin swallowed his pride (for the how manyth time?) and approached the most masculine appearing of them, Kevin Turner. He explained the situation to the boy, who he had known for two years, and asked if he would go to the ball as Robin's date. The young man, who actually did happen to be an athlete (Soccer) readily agreed and the two decided to coordinate their outfits-Robins dress and Kevin's shirt. Robin didn't know about his dress yet- his mom and cousin would go with him to the mall to pick one out. He hoped at least it would make him look at least a little more grown up (was he actually thinking about a preference in dresses? He must be more far gone than he thought!). As he feared, he was right. A few weeks before the ball, he, his cousin Beth and the two moms drove to the mall, specifically Boskov Juniors department, which had several racks of both short and long dresses appropriate for this type of event. Beth had red hair, so her favorite muted green was chosen for the color. A dozen trips to the fitting room later, Beth had the perfect knee length dress. Robin managed to avoid the little girl frills that his mother loved keeping him in, but he still wound up with a knee length dress in light pink. Both girls then picked shoes, formal purses and a trip to Claire's for dangle earrings. Even though the girls were only twelve, a trip to Ulta for a makeup lesson was next on the agenda. While Beth of course was ecstatic, Robin found it to be just one more embarrassing moment in a long collection of them. The girls were sat in a chair one at a time, and their makeup artist went to work. Since this was a special event, the girls were allowed to glam it up makeup wise, with more noticeable colors being applied. Both girls wound up with actual lipsticks in bright red, Beth in one by MAC and Robin sporting one by Estee Lauder. Their moms-and their artist-told them they should wear it constantly in order to get used to the heavier feel than their ordinary starter gloss. Just what Robin needed-going to school in bright red lipstick! Was his personal hell never going to end? The night of the dance came, as did the girl's dates, both of course being driven by a parent. Beth WAS going with a football player (she was a cheerleader too!} and Keven looked great-he was absolutely not one of the more flamboyant gays in the spectrum. Kevin's dad was surprised he was going with a girl, but the kids were truthful-Robin was a transgender (ok, sort of truthful) girl and hadn't completed transition yet, not for six years in their state. But a trip to Philly to start things off was in the offing-there was a famous woman gender transformation surgeon who had a practice there, and she was much closer than Toronto and Thailand was just too far away. So he was planning on having his procedures done close to home. He hated having to say this- in reality, no doctor with a knife was going to come closer then a mile to his male genitals. He fully planned on keeping them as an adult, and letting the estrogen and other chemicals gradually wear off out of his system. He was going to go back to being male no matter what his mother said. She could disinherit him for all he cared. The dance went quite well, all things considered. Robin and Kevin sat at a table with three other gay couples, one of them female and both of the girls in dresses also. The dance dress code required all female attendees to wear them. This of course meant Robin also, as he was considered a female by the administration and staff. Just Ducky. He danced with Kevin often, which was required. He just knew that Beth had been instructed to keep tabs on him, even though she was at a table across the room. When the other two girls went off to the rest room, Robin of course went with them, as was the usual practice. He did his thing, and of course washed his hands and spent some time primping at the mirror. Several of the other girls oohed and aahed at his red lipcolor, and said they wish their moms would have let them wear such a bright shade even just for the dance. Robin was of course thrilled at the attention. Not. Eventually it was over, and Kevin's dad drove them home. Robin was naturally dropped off first, with Kevin walking him to the door. He was NOT looking forward to what he knew would come next. And it did. Kevin leaned over, took Robin in his arms lightly and kissed him gently on the lips, thanking him for such a wonderful evening and hoping they could share company again. Robin went in to a waiting audience of the two moms and his other two cousins-Beth wasn't home yet. He was grilled about his evening, and of course it was noticed that his lipstick was recently smeared. He had to admit that he had been kissed by his male date (not noticing the gleam in his mom's eye when he told them that). Evidently her plan was working. The more totally feminine experiences Robin had, the deeper into femininity he would be. Eventually, he would be so immersed and brainwashed that he would have no choice but to readily agree to total transition when he was eighteen. She had a plan to accelerate that too. The school year went on, slowly as usual. Robin went on more dates with Kevin, who was really turning out to be quite nice, and also safe. While they did share goodnight kisses, he never tried to get more physical. Even though he was male, which was who Kevin was attracted to, Robin's overpowering femininity almost completely turned him off sexually, though they couldn't have done much in any event, given that they were only thirteen. His grades were top notch, all A's, even in Home Ec, which his mother insisted that he take. He learned cooking (which he was already good at) and sewing which he also excelled in, having started to learn over two years ago. The class end of year project was a skirt or dress, which the girls were encouraged to do their best on, since they would be required to wear it the last day of school in order to receive a passing grade. Robin's was a pale lavender fit n flare dress that showed his maturing curves to their best advantage. Any regular girl would have been overjoyed at the attention she got from everyone over it, Robin was still thoroughly disgusted, though he did feel a sense of pride at having created the prettiest dress in the class. He felt extremely weird at that feeling, he wondered what was happening to him. Robin cheered for basketball season also. He was on the squad much more often than he had been during football, as some of the girls had dropped out, since many of them played girls basketball or gymnastics also. A few were on the indoor track team. Robin still tried to no avail to get his mother to allow him to go out for sports. Her reply was always the same-sports were too masculine an activity and would slow down his thorough transition to being a complete female in every way. He might even decide not to have his surgery in five years. She knew that he wanted it. Actually, there was no might about it. No way was Robin going to have his manhood removed and a vagina constructed in it's place. Though what he could do about it he didn't know. Due to the spironolactone, the estrogen and the lack of any hard physical exercise (ballet and cheer worked mostly on agility) he didn't have the strength to oppose the women's will for the direction of his life. He shuddered to think that he may have to live as a woman permanently, though he was going to avoid surgery with all the strength that he did have. Eventually, Robin's seventh grade year ended. Now would come the hell known as summer vacation. Most kids loved it and couldn't wait for the last few months of school to end. Unless you were an involuntary total sissy like Robin, and all of your peers knew you were really a boy. At least they all thought you were transgender, and thus it was considered a genetic or medical condition. With no school controls, the harassment continued as it had last summer and before, though now it was only from the worst of the bullies. Most kids considered Robin 'just one of the girls', especially since he was a cheerleader and ballet dancer. With a boyfriend, even though he was gay, and they were really just close friends providing cover for each other. Robin's life was just what he had always dreamed of. NOT! Same as last year, the girls went to the pool in their skimpy (for their age) two pieces, which was all Robin was allowed to wear. In the sun, they caused tan lines, a further humiliation for him. They went to the teen center dances, where Robin and Kevin relaxed together. Of course, Robin was always wearing a dress or skirt, though now he was out of the frilly party types and was allowed to wear more teenaged styles. One of the more comfortable was the ubiquitous denim miniskirt, of which he had several in different styles and colors. Straight, flare, pleated, dangling threads at the hem, knee length. The colors included light blue, black, denim blue and green. Plus lots and lots of tops, with several different types of bras to be worn under them. Which he needed, since he had been stuck on hormones for over two years now. He'd tried going without a bra around the house sometimes and it HURT! Robin was stuck for almost five more years at least. Who knew what the hormones would do to his system by then, and what they would do to his mind, and how he would be socialized by then. Already he could feel his masculine urges fading in some ways, like the time he saw the cute kitten and 'oohed' over it. He was covering his mouth when he laughed (giggled?) now too, and checked his hands with his fingers held straight, polish gleaming and perfect as always. All actions that were typically feminine, and with his hip development, he had started an extremely girlish walk. The straight skirts and heels helped with that. He almost thought it would be easier to just quit fighting, since it wasn't doing any good, and just accept things the way they were. Even if he had surgery someday, he couldn't get pregnant, so he wouldn't have a monthly visitor like biological women did. So what was so bad about being a girl, anyway? Even if he became one fully, after he left home he could do anything he wanted. Lots of women were athletes (look at the US Womens soccer team!) and even trained in martial arts. Once he was on his own, he could go back to that somewhere, he was sure his third kyu would transfer to any Tae Kwon Do school he chose to train at. But that was five years away, and the immediate goal was to make his life easier and mollify his mother by accepting his new life, so maybe she'd ease up and let him participate in more athletic activities than Ballet, gymnastics and cheerleading. Maybe even the Isshin-Ryu school in town? She could only hope. She thought of herself as she now, since she was-for the time being-accepting her new identity as a girl. Middle school summers are pretty much the same. As soon as august came around, cheerleading practice started up again, with last years eighth graders promoted up to high school, and a new group of seventh grade girls joining the team. Robin and the other eighth graders were the veterans now, and most of them would be on the field for every game. To her surprise (she had started thinking in feminine pronouns now to make life easier) Robin was chosen to be one of the co-captains, and unexpectedly, the other was her cousin Beth. So the two of them WOULD be on the field for every game, and were expected to help teach the cheers to the new girls, and be all around female role models. Their little town had a pretty good idea of the proper roles for the two genders, and the girls, and cheerleaders in particular were expected to present as traditional ladies, with the proper clothing, hair arrangement, perfect makeup and polished nails at all times. Robin was torn. He still knew that he was a biological male, and still thought of transforming back someday. But he also loved the attention and the honor of being a cheer captain. Plus, research had taught him that even if he resumed a male persona, he might never be able to achieve an erection and certainly never be able to father a child. His mother and aunt had taken that choice away from him. Plus he would always be on the small size, from the effects of so many years of puberty blockers and female hormones. She had some big decisions to make over the next few years. The rest of the summer passed much the same way as the previous one had, swimming, the youth center, cheer practice, hitting the nearest mall with some of her girlfriends and the addition of dates with Kevin. Robin was somewhat surprised by this development, as Kevin had actually come out in sixth grade, and gay males generally didn't go for women, even totally feminized males such as transwomen. And Robin was as much of a girl as she could be at her age, though she still didn't feel that gender surgery was the right way for her to go. Yet the feminine pronouns and ways of thinking were taking a major hold on her psyche, and she was beginning to love being pretty. She was getting quite good at polishing her nails, fixing her hair and applying makeup. It was no longer forced by her mother, she enjoyed shopping for feminine articles with her cousins or other girls, and she spent as much time in Claire's as any young teen. She had quite a collection of nail polishes, and had long since thought it was fun taking the time to paint her nails-all twenty of them. She could even do some simple nail art on herself and her cousins. And a boyfriend, who knew? Ok, he was gay, but he might not be all that gay, since he WAS interested in her, even though she was still biologically a male. Of course, even though she was cheer captain, none of the straight boys in her school would dream of asking her out-they feared that THEY would be thought gay. She was probably the first cheer captain in history who had that problem. But her relationship with Kevin was quite strong, and getting stronger. While Robin had always thought of getting married to a woman as a man, circumstances seemed to have overtaken his life. If he stayed male, perhaps he and Kevin would stay together, even though he really wasn't gay. At least he thought so. If he chose to have surgery-and the Thai hospitals wouldn't worry too much about diagnosis-and Kevin wasn't really gay but bi, they could still have a relationship, and a normal marriage with 'normal' intimacy. If Kevin was truly gay and couldn't stand to be with a woman, even a transwoman, then there were a lot of other males out there who could. Since he did plan on going to college, perhaps he could meet someone there. He was sure that his mother would agree to her (he chose to change the pronoun) having surgery after high school and recuperating over the summer before college started. And there were a LOT of good colleges in their area of Pennsylvania, and even more over the line in New Jersey. His original home. Some of them were even in commuting distance from his home. Lots to think about. Eighth grade passed much the same as seventh had. of course, as captains, she and Beth were on the field for every football game, and in the bleachers in uniform for every basketball game. The rule was that every girl had to be on the squad at least every third event, and it was hers and Beth's job to make out the roster. It was easy, they made two thirds of the team experienced eighth graders and one third newcomers. It worked out. Then came a major glitch. County competition. Each squad in the county needed to come up with a routine, but only eleven girls would be chosen to compete. And the big problem. Cheerleading competition was limited to all female squads, with the three top s going to sectionals (there were four sections in Pa.) and the three top in each section going to states. Girls only. And Robin, even though she was captain and legally registered as transgender, was still considered a male legally and of course, physically. Unless something could be done, she would have to miss out, and she was one of the best on the squad. The Pennsylvania Athletic Commission flatly refused to give a waiver, as one of the goals of the competition was to increase the number of sports available for female students. Robin would defeat that goal by making it a coed competition, and that wasn't going to happen. The next step was going to court. The district lawyer and another private attorney teamed up to file a lawsuit against the PAC. State law considered transgender students to be of the gender they were transitioning to, and allowed full use of the facilities and allowed to be members of the preferred gender organizations. Only the PAC was being stubborn, based on some notion of equal opportunity that in this case, didn't apply. There wasn't much time before the competition. They had been practicing with both Robin and another girl in the spot. She wasn't as good as Robin was, and she knew it. But she would do her best if the number one girl couldn't compete. Barely a week before the county cheer contest, the state supreme court came down with it's ruling-since Robin Jacobsen was considered a legal female in all respects, and the cheer competition didn't give her male birth any physical advantage since it didn't involve brute strength, such as a boy on the girls soccer team might, Robin would be allowed to compete in the contest, anywhere in the state should her team get that far. And it was likely if they got to the regionals (four regions in the United States) and finally to nationals, the courts ruling would hold up, since she was legally allowed to be on the competition squad in her home state. Robin was elated at the ruling, but it was sort of a mixed blewssing. While she was becoming more and more feminine, both physically and emotionally, she was well aware that she was still a biological male, had been born that way, and up until a few years ago had lived and planned to continue living that way. It was only through a fluke on the part of her mother, aunt and cousins that she had been trapped as a girl. Forced to live as and then pretty much become one, actually. She still wasn't sure if that was where she wanted to go, though it would be several more years before she could do anything about that. And as she had previously learned, what the hormones would do to her body by that point was pretty much irreversible. If she went off of them, eventually they would wear out of her system, and her body would probably begin to produce some testosterone again, though the damage would have been done. Small, possibly unusable genitals, definite sterility if not, a feminine shape and breasts, and small size bodywise. In other words, Robin could never be a real man again, not that he had ever been a man since he had been transformed chemically at age eleven. It would almost be better to continue on this path, and at least have a normal body and life, albeit a female one. She had a lot of thinking to do over the next four years. The day of the competition came-two coaches and twelve girls (one was an alternate) got on the bus to a town perhaps 20 miles away. They already had their uniforms on, with hair in pigtails (Robin remembered how that hair style used to humiliate him, now it was simply worn as an everyday uniform thing) and blue and white ribbons in alternate locks of hair. The girls had applied their makeup before getting on the bus, as there was a makeup code for the teams, but when the bus stopped they all did take a minute to touch up their lipstick, which in general was a universal red. Robin was wearing Maybelline Are You Red-dy, a true red, with the other girls sporting similar shades. Since he was considered by all and sundry to be a girl, applying lipstick was no longer a humiliating chore for him, just something that she did as part of his or her daily life as a female. They exited the bus with their cheer bags and purses over their shoulders and trooped into the gym with perhaps a dozen other middle school teams, public and private. Each team would perform a five minute routine showing off their best moves and the top three would move on to sectional. In addition, each team would enter one girl in the individual competitions for the title of Miss County Middle School Cheerleader. Since she had missed so much time, even though Robin was probably the best, her cousin Beth would compete for their school. Robin was secretly relieved-if he chose to attempt to live as a male, getting into college with that on his record would raise a red flag. One that as a male, he didn't need. They looked around for their assigned section in the bleachers and trooped over to drop off their bags and jackets. Robin and Beth the shepherded them onto the gym floor to begin warmups. They would all be properly stretched and warmed up for the competition, and not one of the girls would cause them to lose due to a pulled hamstring or other muscle if Robin and Beth had anything to do with it. And as the co-captains, they most certainly did. After all the teams were prepared, the PA system blared, announcing the start of the competition, and for all teams to return to their seats in the bleachers. And the teams would be called in a randomly drawn order, and for the counties, all teams would compete together, there was no separate division for private versus public schools. One reason was that there were only two private schools in the county competing. They were Saint Catherine's (Roman Catholic) and Grace Lutheran. All the others were public schools. All of the county middle school teams did well, and showed evidence of plenty of practice. Robin and her school went seventh-long enough for the judges to get an idea of the caliber of the competition yet not so long that they became bored. They all demonstrated basically the same moves, since the rules for Middle School were much stricter then for college or even high school contests. Robin and her team were perfectly synchronized, not a hair was out of place, and not one girl slipped or forgot a move. When the scores were announced, Robin and her friends placed second in the county-which meant they would be going on to states. Beth did well in her individual competition also, though it was recognized that her cousin Robin was more proficient, but just hadn't had the practice time for the routine. Beth took fourth in the county, which meant that barring a miracle, she wouldn't be competing alone in the states. While she was a little disappointed, it didn't really upset her and she made up her mind that her TEAM was going to win the states. The entire team felt the same way. The team prepared to return home. The girls spent the trip, not much more than a half hour, talking about the usual things teen girls talk about. Boys were the most common topic. While everyone knew that Robin was technically a male, she had been living as a girl for so long that everyone considered her one. Her continuing romance with Ken was a hot topic. Especiallty since everyone knew that even though he was really cute and athletic, he was supposed to be gay or at least bi. But he was attracted by Robin's femininity, not by her male appendage. Everyone agreed that the two made a very cute couple, and should stay together. Beth wanted to know if Robin planned to have straight sex with him after she had her final operation. Robin replied that the operation was at least five years away, and she hadn't even decided whether she was even going to have it yet. Beth informed her that she had to know that the moms were making plans for the trip already, either Philadelphia or Canada. And in Canada, she didn't have to be eighteen, either. Robin gulped, and felt a little sick. Though she had been considering that life as a girl was much more pleasant than as a boy in many ways, she still wasn't sure she wanted to give up her masculinity completely. Of course, after so many years of blockers and hormones, he wasn't much of a male anyway, and was at least sterile and probably totally impotent. She still had a lot to think about. Though she was in love with Ken (as much as an eighth grader can be!) and had fantasized about being being with him permantly. Even married to him in a heterosexual marriage. Which would require surgery at some point. The girl's bus got home, and a caravan of moms was waiting to meet them, dads usually didn't worry about cheerleading competitions. The most they generally saw of the girls was at football and basketball games. But several of the moms had cheered for either the middle school or high school back in their say, and were very interested. Most of the moms and daughters decided to go as a group to the steakhouse for an all-girl celebration. The restaurant was used to these affairs, even on the spur of the moment, and was more than happy to place several tables together in a side room. The prospect of close to thirty steak dinners (except for a very few Chef Salads and such) made them quite happy to do so. Since practically all the patrons knew the girls, and what they were celebrating, they didn't mind at all, either. The evening was totally enjoyable for all in attendance. There was absolutely no question of propriety when Robin went off to the ladies room with several of their friends. Like everyone else, she entered the stall to do her thing, came out to wash her hands and spent several minutes primping at the mirror. Just like all the others. She even fished out the red lipstick she had worn for the competition and expertly applied it, again, just like any grade eight girl. And no one batted an eye or questioned her right to be there with them. They had known her for almost six years as a girl, and she hadn't broken character once. To everyone in their small Pa town, she was just another girl. Spring semester was by now under way. Since Robin was an eight grader, she was allowed to attend the eighth grade graduation dance, held at the end of may, so as not to conflict with the Junior an Senior Proms held by the High School. Naturally, she would attend with her boyfriend of almost two years, Kevin. Who by now had decided that he was not, in fact, totally gay but was in fact Bi. He accepted Robin as a girl, and they had engaged in some rather hot necking sessions, typical of fourteen year olds. While they couldn't engage in actual intercourse (and at their ages, wouldn't even if they could), Robin knew the delight of having her breasts stroked, which drove her totally wild. Kevin had received the pleasure of being masturbated to ejaculation by his pretty girlfriend, though she didn't allow him to do the same to her. Robin Jacobson's already fragile masculinity was fading rapidly, and for all intents and purposes was practically gone. Given the fact that he had four more years under his mother's room and being subject to her and his aunt's influence and will, it was unlikely that he's ever be able to return to full maleness. Given the effects of the strong hormones he was given on a daily basis, he was becoming more and more sure he didn't want to. He was listed in public records as transgender, and it would actually be quite easy to continue in that status. Surgery to become a completely functional female was looking more and more like a probability. He remembered the way he had been only a few short years ago-brimming with masculinity, much of it toxic, with very few real friends. Now he was a stereotypical girlie-girl cheer captain, with a boyfriend, and a lot of girlfriends. Her future life was starting to look very interesting.