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The New Girl on the Cheer Squad
By Julia Michelle
Chapter 1
Owens's parents were out, as they usually were anymore. He was sitting at
the Kitchen table, eating with his sister Megan and her friend Holly.
"Owen, I don't know how else to tell you this," said his sister Megan in a
solemn tone that caught his attention. "I have been talking to Holly and
Cathy. And we decided that you should join the cheer squad."
"What," Own said in disbelief. "That's fucking stupid. Only girls can be
cheerleaders."
"That's not true," Megan protested. "Anyone can. It's just that here, so
far, only girls have joined. But there's no strict rule that only girls can.
Actually, that would be discriminatory and would open them up to lawsuits."
Owen laughed bitterly. "Sure, but only girls are in the squad. I'd have to
wear their outfit. As a boy, I bet it wouldn't go well. This is a stupid
idea, I am not a girl, and I won't go as a boy wearing their outfit.
Everyone would laugh at me. Why would you want me to do this?"
"They need another person, and so far, they can't get any. I am sure they
will find someone when they start holding tryouts soon. And with your
skills, you will be sure to get on the junior squad. You have the best
skills, you have everything, and with your pretty looks, I know you could do
it if you wanted."
"But I'm not a girl!" Owen protested.
"You could be one, and I know you could be very successful. Try it for next
year. We know some people who could help with your records. Our parents
would never find out."
The brother and sister couldn't be more of a contrast to each other if they
tried. Megan was over six foot, tall and extremely athletic and strong. She
was the star center of the basketball team.
Whereas Owen was small, just over five feet tall, a few years younger than
his sister. He was also very delicate looking That isn't to say he was weak.
He was just as athletic as Megan, but it didn't show much. He ran miles
every morning and did a lot of wrestling. But he hated it all. Being so
small, the boys in his age group were always larger than him, and he kept
struggling to keep up. He won most of his jujitsu matches, and he was a
senior black belt and into training students now. But he hated it with a
passion. His father wanted him to do boxing, but he hated that even more. It
seems no matter how fast he was at parrying and ducking blows; he always
managed to get punched in the face. That's how boxing worked. He quite that
very fast and his father hated it. Getting punched in the face was not fun
at all. But going into a girl's cheer squad, as another girl?
"No, I can't do that," Owen said. "I don't want to be a girl, and I don't
want to be a cheerleader."
Megan smiled. "I hoped it wouldn't come to this. Remember who was driving
the car six months ago? We know who. I can inform our parents who was
really behind the wheel at thirteen years old. That caused almost eight
thousand dollars of damage that insurance wouldn't cover because no one knew
who was driving it. It all came out of our father's pocket. He will be mad."
"You wouldn't," Owen said as the blood started leaving his face. "Megan,
that's cruel. Come on."
"So what's your answer?" Megan demanded.
"Fine, damnit. So what do I have to do?"
"Be a girl for the rest of the school year. It will be easy," Megan said.
"We can have your sex changed on your documents. You will present yourself
as a girl, get ready and go to the tryouts when they start in a week. So
they have a good member that can help them look good at the games."
He hung his head. "But what about my girlfriend, Cheryl. She is on the
junior squad. I am sure there are members of the squad who wouldn't
appreciate a boy being there, even if he is dressed as one of them."
"Most of the girls have agreed to accept you if you join. Including Cheryl,
Holly, Katherine, and Jenny. They would welcome you with open arms and help
you at school, so your dressing won't become a problem. You go to one of
their places and dress for school when it starts. It will be simple."
Owen chuckled. "Yeah, right. Fine. After this, you will forget all about the
car?"
"Sure," Megan said.
So Owen went back to his bedroom and started thinking about this ignorant
and retarded demand. He knew he fucked up with the car, but he felt that it
was all solved. Now he had to be a cheerleader.
So Owen got on his computer in his room and started looking up cheerleaders
and how they cheered. He learned some of the moves, the methods, and
terminology. Then he started looking up his high school's cheer squad to try
to learn some of their basic cheers. That didn't work out well.
So, on the next day at school, he learned when the cheerleaders hold their
practices. Then Owen went there and observed the Varsity squads practice
sessions.
The girls noticed a strange boy watching their practice, but that wasn't
anything uncommon. They always get some boys watching them practice in the
gym. Boys usually love watching cheerleaders. But this boy seemed very
different. While most boys watch their bodies and their tight outfits and
shorts, this boy was much more intent on their cheers and what they did than
their bodies.
Then, to their utter shock, the boy stood off to the side, totally imitating
their cheers perfectly. When they did their first eight-step cheer, he was
off to the side, making every move precisely. One two clap, three-four clap,
half turn, another half turn, and clap, then jump and a high v with their
arms. Repeat.
He learned some of the more advanced cheers Full turn to the right, one-two,
then another full turn to the left, step forward, step back, then cartwheel.
Karen, the captain, asked the boy if he wanted to join for the final ten
minutes of practice. He smiled and joined them to learn the final advanced
varsity cheers they do at the games.
After a few cooldowns stretches and they dismissed. Elisabeth asked why he
wanted to learn the cheers.
Owen said, "I wanted to try out for the junior squad next week.
Both girls hung their mouths open. "But, you're a boy?"
"Thanks for telling me that," Owen said with a smirk and a wink. "I didn't
know that. But I could manage as a girl if I tried. I am told that some of
the girls are really looking forward to having me on their squad."
"You are Owen?" Elizabeth asked.
Owen nodded.
"I heard they want you, but it seems silly, but the coach Crystal and Lynn
are both agreeing to have you on, with some minor changes on the records, so
you won't raise too many eyebrows. If that's what you want, I will not say
anything. They need someone bad. They have sucked for the past few years."
"Tell Chrystal to call me Olivia."
Owen took note of their practice outfits. Tight cheer shorts, white
spankies, and a loose-fitting polo top and a sports bra. Most of them had
scrunchies in their hair to keep it out of their faces.
The hair would become an issue, but hair grows.
So, later that night, Owen asked Holly to take him shopping for a few things
to integrate into the squad.
The two teenagers went to a few women's shops and got some workout gear.
They put several tight workout shorts in the basket. They found a few sports
bras, some panties, and cheer spankies to wear. Then they finished it with a
hair tie and some women's workout tops.
He figured that if he was accepted into the squad that he would be provided
with a formal school practice outfit, but it would still be good to have the
proper undergarments to wear. His hair may still be an issue as they walked
back to his place. He asked Holly, "Will my short boyish hair be an issue,"
"A little, but there isn't much we can do until it grows out."
"What about hair extensions?" Owen asked.
Holly's head whipped around. "You would do that?"
"Yes, If I do this, I don't want to stick out as a boy. Do you know someone
who could do that for me until my hair grows out properly?"
"Yes," Holly said, thinking. "My friend is a hairstylist. I think we can get
you in this week. You may also want to consider your chest."
Owen looked down at his flat chest. "I haven't thought of that. Most girls
this age aren't growing there much, but they do have something. I guess I
will need to buy some inserts and stuff some girls use to look more full.
Why does being a girl have to be so much work?"
they both had a laugh. "You are about to learn many things boys never know
about. I hope you can have fun with it."
"Maybe," Owen said. "But it's still a lot of work being a pretty girl and I
don't want to be an ugly girl that embarrasses all of you. That's your job
Holly," he said with a smirk.
She dove on him tickling his ribs. He chased her the rest of the way home.
Owen gathered his new stuff and stuffed it in a box in the back of his
closet. He was going to have to make damn sure his parents never found his
new stuff. Some of his looks were going to be unmistakable like his hair
growth and probably a few other things he couldn't think of now. But most of
it could be explained by something other than, "I'm a girl."
Owen woke up the next morning and jumped in the shower. He used some of his
sister's skin moisturizer and dried off. Then he started dressing. He
decided to feminize his appearance just a little to get himself started. He
put on one of his sports bras and a pair of cotton panties under his jeans
and boyish top he wore. He briefly wondered how heels would feel but that
may be going too far right now. He finished walking into his sister's
bedroom and using her eyebrow pencil on his brows. He walked out, really
hoping that his mother didn't notice the slight protrusions beneath his top.
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