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"Girls can't football!" Dylan laughed as Misty came running onto the
practice field. Dylan and his friends laughed and pointed as a clearly
uncomfortable Misty looked around at the group of high school boys.
"Funny guys," Misty said trying to act as though they were just give her
a hard time because she was "one of the boys."
Dylan and his friends looked around at the mostly empty field and decided
that Misty clearly hadn't received the message.
Misty stood awkwardly in her ill-fitting football gear, she had managed
to find some shoulder pads and a helmet at a local thrift store. "I just
want to be the kicker," Misty said as the group of boys started to
surround her, "I'm really good!"
The group of boys laughed as Misty attempted to show them her skills,
"Too slow," one of them yelled as they snatched the football away from
Misty's hands. "Come on girlie, show us how good you are!" They laughed
as they pushed her forward.
Misty looked around at the towering faces and felt her cheeks flush red.
"Come on guys," she said trying to hold back the tears. Misty attempted
to push her way past the group of boys only to find herself flat on her
ass. "Fuck!" Misty cried as she hurriedly attempted to regain her
footing. "This isn't funny guys!" she yelled.
Dylan looked down at the small red headed girl and grinned as she
desperately attempted to push past the boys for a second time. "I don't
think she needs those shoulder pads, do you?" Dylan asked mockingly.
Misty shut her eyes as one of the boys grabbed her by the back of the
shoulder pads and viciously pulled upwards. "GUYS!" Misty cried. "Give
them back!"
The boys laughed as the short girl jumped up and down desperately
reaching for the shoulder pads being held by a boy named Mark. "Come on
short stuff," Mark laughed as he dangled the shoulder pads above Misty's
head.
Misty felt so stupid as jumped up and down trying to get her shoulder
pads back. "This isn't fair!" she cried.
"What's going on here!?" a voice suddenly shouted from outside the group.
Dylan and the rest of the boys all turned towards the direction of the
voice and let out a laugh. "Oh no!" Mark laughed. "Her reinforcements
have shown up!"
Misty, now that the boys were distracted, managed to push her way out the
group and stumbled forward on her hands and knees, "Fuck!" she cried as
she cradled her sprained ankle. "I'm such an idiot!"
Dylan laughed as Misty sobbed on the ground at his feet. "Serves you
right for thinking that you could play with the big boys!" he said
triumphantly. "And as for you," he said pointing at the young woman who
had allowed Misty to escape, "you can take this little girlie and get the
hell off our field!"
The young woman stood staring at the group of 12 boys, her face appearing
more amused than angry or intimidated. "I think not little boy," the
woman said with a grin.
Dylan looked around at his friends and laughed. "What did you say?" he
said strutting up the smaller woman. "You do realize I could crush you
right?"
"Such bravado," the woman said as she gently touched the boy's chest, "it
would be a shame if that all melted away." "All of you," she said waving
an arm at the group of boys, "is this really how fourth graders behave?"
The group of boys laughed, "What the hell are you one lady," Mark spoke
up, "we graduate in a year!" "What a dumb cunt!" Another boy laughed.
"Go cook me some dinner," another added.
Misty slowly got to her feet and gently pulled on the strange woman's
arm. "Come on," she said quietly, her eyes downcast, "let's just go."
The strange woman didn't budge though, if anything it seemed as though
she was enjoying herself. "Nonsense," she said as she gently lifted
Misty's chin upwards. "Enjoy the show my love."
Dylan and his friends all laughed as they witnessed the delusional women
stare at them. "Oh I'm so scared!" Dylan said falling back and
pretending to shake. "The mean old girls are going to beat us up!"
The strange woman just kept smiling as the spell began its work through
the group of boys.
Dylan stopped laughing as a sudden bout of nausea suddenly hit him, his
tall frame bending over as his stomach started convulsing. "Fuckk..."
Dylan cried as he fell to his hands and knees.
Misty looked around in confusion and fear as all of the boys who had been
taunting her began falling to their hands and knees. "What's going on!"
she said backing up. "What's wrong with them?"
The strange woman gently grabbed Misty's hand and assured her that
everything was as it should be. "Don't you worry my love," she said,
"these boys are just on a new journey now."
Dylan looked up at the strange woman, his vision blurring and the pain in
his stomach spreading throughout his body. "Bitch..." he muttered as he
pulled himself upwards. "What are you doing!"
Misty let out a giggle as Dylan was now only about as tall as she was.
"Oh my god!" she said with a grin. "That is awesome!"
Dylan looked down at his diminished body and began to hyperventilate, he
struggled to pull his oversized shoulder pads off and looked around to
see that all of his friends were going through the same changes. "What
the hell!" he cried as the women in front of him began to get taller.
"How are you doing this!"
The strange woman just laughed and waved her hands again. "You had this
coming my boys," she said gleefully as they began to scream.
Dylan's skin felt as though it was on fire and his entire body ached.
Dylan fell to his hands and knees again, a high pitched scream escaping
his mouth as he watched his fingernails begin to extend, a glossy bright
pink polish magically coating them. "This can't be happening!" he sobbed
as his body began to convulse. "Make it stop!" he cried as he pounded
his small fists into the ground.
Misty and the strange woman looked down as Dylan's shirt and shorts began
to meld together, his sleeves receding to above his shoulders, his shorts
elongating until they were halfway down his legs. "Is that a skirt?"
Misty finally managed to ask as the skirt began to take on a green and
sliver color scheme.
"Why of course!" the strange woman grinned. "Cheerleaders always wear
skirts!"
Dylan let out a cry and his hands shot down to his groin. "Not that!" he
cried as he desperately tried to the reason with the strange woman. "I'm
sorry we were dicks!" he shouted, his friends all joining in.
Misty stood there and watched as all of the boys started to change, their
faces becoming more feminine, their hair being pulled and twisted into
various pigtails and ponytails, light makeup appearing on their faces.
"This is amazing!" Misty said giggling.
Dylan managed to pull himself up slightly, his hairless legs rubbing
against the soft material of his skirt. "This isn't fair..." he said as
she stumbled forward, his eyes looking down at his new cheerleading
shoes. "We are men!"
The strange woman slowly made her way towards Dylan. "You were once
men," she said sternly, looking down at the much smaller girl, "but now
you are nothing more than fourth grade cheerleaders."
Dylan looked around at his friends in dismay, all of them were wearing
cheerleading outfits like his. The elementary schools logo proudly
displayed on their chests. "Give us another chance!" he cried, his
comrades quickly rushing over to plead their case as well.
The strange woman looked around at the various young girls in their
cheerleading outfits, each one promising that they would never be mean or
rude again. "Enough!" she said sternly. "I will change you back... if
Misty wants me too."
Dylan and his comrades all looked to Misty, their faces etched with
horror. "Please!" Dylan said suddenly pushing his way towards Misty.
"We have lives and families!" he said desperately pleading his case to
the towering Misty.
"They will remember you only as girls now," the strange woman
interjected, "no need to worry about them."
Dylan looked aghast and quickly fell to his knees. "Please Misty!" he
sobbed, his pride all but a memory. "I can't be a girl!"
Misty smiled and slowly bent down until she was eye level with Dylan.
"That's too bad girlie," she said with a smirk, "because you will be one
for the rest of your life now." The strange woman clapped her hands and
the boys suddenly found themselves teleported to the field near the
elementary school.
"Come on girls, let's go!" the elementary cheerleading coach yelled.
Dylan and his friends found themselves not only compelled, but actually
excited about practicing some of the routines for the big game coming up
on Friday. They all found themselves smiling and giggling as they
kicked, cheered, and waved their pompoms.
"Looking good girlies!" the pee wee football team yelled as they ran past
the group of cheerleaders. "Can't wait to see you cheering us on at the
big game!"
The newly minted girls, each with their former personalities locked
behind the facade of happy cheerleaders, giggled and gossiped as they
watched the football team practice, grateful that they got to cheer on
their team, because after all, girls can't play football.
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