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One of most annoying things about Emily, Taylor had decided, was her
sleep schedule. So far, he'd been able to avoid her morning jogs, but
she was always at the door right after, far earlier than Taylor would
have liked. And unlike Logan, who unfortunately (or fortunately, given
Emily's repeated hinting that Taylor had a crush on him, despite his
objections) had other obligations most of the time, she was free to
drag Taylor wherever she wanted to go, usually the mall. Taylor's
happiness about not having to try on clothes the first time rapidly
evaporated in each successive visit as he was forced into a fashion
show nearly every time. Though of course, things were far easier than
they'd be if he didn't have his masculinity obscuring accessories,
which he was thankful for after Emily walked in on him while getting
dressed in his room. Today though, would prove to be different than the
usual trip.
"Wait a minute, Emily. This isn't the way to the mall," Taylor said,
looking out the passenger side window.
After as many trips as she'd taken him on, he'd committed the route to
memory.
"Oh yeah, I just have to make a stop first," Emily said as she pulled
into a parking lot of a large brick building.
"What is this place?" Taylor asked.
"Summit Academy. It's the private school that Logan and I will be
attending this fall," Emily replied. "It's supposedly really good. But
they have uniforms, blech."
"That stinks, being told what to wear," Taylor said, sarcastically,
though Emily didn't seem to notice. "Why are we here now, though?
School's not for another month."
"I was a cheerleader at my old school, remember? And if I want to keep
doing it, they have a summer program that I have to attend to make it
onto the team. It's dumb, but at least it's something to do," Emily
said. "And they insist on students signing up in person. Come in with
me?"
Taylor didn't want to, but he didn't really want to stay in the car,
since he didn't know how long the wait would be, so he got out with
Emily and entered the school. It was a stereotypical private school,
big corridors, a giant staircase in the front, and somewhat atypically,
a folding table set up with two young women wearing blazers and tartan
skirts behind it. Emily walked up to it and started scanning the papers
on the table.
"Is this where I sign up for the cheer program?" Emily asked.
"Sure is! Just fill out this application." One of the young women
handed Emily a stapled packet. "Standard stuff, and we'll send out the
schedule next week."
"And one for you," the other young woman handed Taylor a packet, but he
tried to refuse it.
"Oh, no... I'm not from around here, I'm just visiting family for the
summer," Taylor said.
"Yeah, she's not a student," Emily said.
"Actually, the program is open to anyone who's interested, the coach
just requires any student who wants to be a cheerleader to attend," the
first young woman said.
"Really?" Emily squealed. "What do you say, Tay? It'll be so much fun!"
"I don't know..." Taylor said. "I wouldn't want to take a spot away
from a student."
"Don't worry, students are part of a separate list, they all get spots.
Besides, it's no commitment, if you don't like it, you're allowed to
quit," the second young woman said, before turning to Emily. "That
doesn't apply for you, of course."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Emily said. "Please?"
Taylor weighed his options, and the prospect of spending a few weeks as
a cheerleader was less than exciting, he could always quit after the
first practice and tell Emily he didn't like it. Which was far easier
than dealing with a barrage of begging in the current moment, the
faster he said yes, the faster they got out of here. Taylor couldn't
believe that he was actually more excited to go to the mall with Emily
than to be at a school.
"Fine," Taylor said. "But I won't guarantee that I won't quit after the
first day."
"You're the best, Tay!" Emily squeezed Taylor in a bear hug as the two
young women looked on with smiles on their faces.
"Just fill these out and you'll be on your way," the first young woman
said. "You both look like perfect fits for the squad."
The form was truly standard, just name, address (Taylor put Aunt
Agnes') the only sticky part was the social security number, but that
was probably just to verify that Taylor existed, which he did,
regardless of gender, so he entered it anyway. Once they were finished,
the forms were given back and the two teens made their way to the mall.
While they shopped, the applications were forwarded to the main office,
who processed them, finding Emily in their system and assigning her to
the summer program, therefore allowing her to sign up for the team in
the Fall.
In addition, Summit Academy's computer systems noted a strange
dissonance between the Social Security Number and the records they had
on file. Locating schooling records for "Taylor Hughes" was easy, but
the system in Taylor's hometown was under the clearly mistaken
impression that Taylor Hughes was a boy. Which was at odds with the
information that Taylor herself gave in her application.
Given that it was the summertime, the request was entirely digital, and
the records were requested for review, where Summit Academy changed the
information to match what they'd been given on their application. Even
if they weren't enrolled, they liked to check to see if their program
had a comparable match in the school that the girl was enrolled in so
they could get credit for the program. Unfortunately, there wasn't a
comparable match, but at least the system was able to rectify the major
informational errors that it found. What a silly mistake, with the
systems off by only one letter!
Over dinner, Taylor told Aunt Agnes about his most recent fall back
down the rabbithole.
"You signed up for cheerleading?" Aunt Agnes asked incredulously.
"Voluntarily?"
"You know Emily, it was voluntary in the sense that she didn't take the
pen and do it herself. Besides, I used your address and they said I can
quit after the first day. I just wanted to get out of there," Taylor
replied.
"Every decision you've made so far baffles me. Your tan faded a week
ago, you could have enacted the plan to fabricate girl Taylor's trip
home and gone back to normal by now," Aunt Agnes said. "And yet you're
sitting here in front of me wearing a skirt and, may I say, very
tasteful makeup. Emily did that?"
Taylor uncrossed his legs, realizing that he'd been subconsciously
doing it as he sat in the chair, a residual of his time with Emily.
"Actually, ever since she gave me that makeup bag she expects me to do
it myself," Taylor groaned.
"Is that so?" Aunt Agnes took a sip of her drink. "Glad to see you've
picked it up so quickly, but back to my question?"
Taylor blushed before responding.
"I thought about it, and I think I'm in too deep. What if Emily wants
to video chat or talk with girl Taylor while I'm with them as myself?
What if I accidentally say something that Emily only said to me when I
looked like a girl? If I just wait it out, I can go home at the end of
the summer and never have to think about any of this again," Taylor
said.
"Fair enough, although if I didn't know any better..." Aunt Agnes
started.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Taylor snapped.
"Only joking, dear," Aunt Agnes raised her arms in mock surrender.
One week later, as Taylor ate breakfast, the doorbell rang. Taylor
immediately stood up, but Aunt Agnes motioned for Taylor to sit back
down.
"I'll get the door," Aunt Agnes said. "I can be sure it's not Emily,
her jog doesn't usually end for another fifteen minutes."
Taylor nodded and returned to his breakfast. A few moments later, Aunt
Agnes returned to the table carrying a cardboard box.
"I see you've really gotten on-board with online shopping... I may have
created a monster," Taylor joked.
"Don't worry, dear, it's not shopping, it's a new piece for
consultation from one of the clothing companies I've worked with. When
they told me about their new line a few months ago, I didn't think it'd
have anything for me to work with, but when they approached me last
week, I realized I now had a way," Aunt Agnes sliced open the tape and
pulled out the packing material.
"Oh?" Taylor asked as he took another bite.
"Yes, it seems they're branching into athleisure wear, and I thought
you might need something to wear to your first practice." Aunt Agnes
pulled out a pink lycra tennis skirt.
"Absolutely not!" Taylor exclaimed.
"Please? I know it's an imposition, but if you're already going to be
going to the practice, you'll need to wear something like this, and
you'll be doing your dear great aunt, who has put up with so much
trouble since this summer started, a huge favor," Aunt Agnes wiggled
the skirt.
"Fine..." Taylor sighed. "But only as a favor to you."
"Perfect, and we can't forget the matching top." Aunt Agnes giggled as
she pulled out a pink tank top while Taylor grimaced.
As Taylor and Emily walked across the field towards the bleachers,
Taylor pulled at the pink tank top he was wearing.
"Everything okay?" Emily asked.
"It's too tight," Taylor groaned.
"It's supposed to be, you can't have loose clothing when you're doing
flips or jumps, if someone's foot gets caught, that could cause major
injuries," Emily advised.
Emily, on the other hand, was wearing her own cheerleading uniform, a
red and white top and skirt that she'd used back at her old high
school. Taylor supposed he should be happy, at least he was required to
wear sneakers for this.
"I'm not too happy about the uniform, blue is fine and all but I think
I look better in red," Emily sighed as she motioned towards the other
cheerleaders, all of whom appeared to be current students, since they
were all wearing identical uniforms.
Taylor and Emily approached the small gathering of teenage girls, most
chattering to each other about a variety of subjects that Taylor could
care less about. Emily scanned around, scoping out her new teammates.
Taylor continued to shift uncomfortably in his outfit until he was
broken from his reverie.
"Oh-Em-Gee, I love your top!" a voice cried.
Taylor turned around to see a girl in a blue and white cheerleading
uniform approaching them. If Taylor thought Emily had been cute, then
this girl was a knockout. She was tall, with long legs, long brunette
hair pulled back into a ponytail, just as Taylor's and Emily's hair
was, and a big smile on her pretty face.
"Th-thanks..." Taylor muttered, staring at his shoes.
While he was a gamer, he wouldn't call himself a nerd, and while
unattached, he'd had a few girlfriends over his high school career,
though that didn't mean that he wasn't nervous, especially dressed as
he was.
"Hi! I'm Emily, I just moved here." Emily stuck her hand out to the
girl to introduce herself. "And this is my bestie, Taylor."
Emily elbowed Taylor, causing him to stick his manicured hand out to
shake the pretty cheerleader's hand, who likewise reciprocated.
"I'm Dayna. You're both new students?" Dayna asked.
"Oh, no, I'm not," Taylor said. "I'm just in town visiting my aunt and
Emily convinced me to sign up."
"That's too bad," Dayna pouted. "But don't think you'll get that much
downtime to talk with each other, Coach Roberts is pretty strict."
"Sounds like my old school..." Emily joked. "I'm really looking forward
to trying out for the team."
"You're almost all the way there, tryouts are more of a formality. If
you're good, Coach Roberts basically decides who gets on the team by
the end of the boot camp," Dayna said.
"Good to know, thanks," Emily said.
"Let me introduce you to some of the girls," Dayna said.
Dayna led Taylor and Emily over to where two other cheerleaders, also
in-uniform, were talking to each other. One was a short Asian girl and
the other was a redhead about as tall as Emily.
"Taylor, Emily, these are Zoey and Mari," Dayna said.
"Nice to meet you," Emily said.
"Likewise," Zoey, the Asian girl, said. "We can definitely use more
girls on the team. I bet this year our pyramid will be twice as big as
last year's."
After exchanging pleasantries, and learning that Dayna, Zoey and Mari
were seniors as well, meaning that they'd probably share some classes
with Emily, they were all snapped out of their individual conversations
by a loud whistle.
"All right, ladies! Let's line up and get to work!" an older, fit
woman, presumably Coach Roberts, strolled up to the gathering of
prospective cheerleaders.
Everyone quickly got into a line formation, clearly there weren't many
new students as Emily and Taylor were the only stragglers who took
their time getting into line.
Taylor felt out of his depth as he stood in a line amongst the other
prospective cheerleaders. The coach, an older, fit woman walked down
the line inspecting everyone, followed by a blonde girl the same age as
Emily and Taylor.
"All right, ladies, welcome to our first practice. I'm Coach Roberts,
and this is the head cheerleader, Brandi Thompson. I'm happy to see a
lot of familiar faces, but also some new ones," Coach Roberts said.
"Really, this is just to make sure that you have all the routines down
so we can start off running once the school year starts."
"So let's make it a great three weeks!" Brandi exclaimed.
The cheerleaders, plus Emily, began to cheer in agreement, with Taylor
hesitantly joining in.
"We're going to start with some stretches while I check off attendance,
and Brandi will help any newcomers who have trouble," Coach Roberts
said.
The cheerleaders nodded and everyone began to go into their stretches.
Even Emily knew exactly what to do. Taylor tried his best to follow
along, but found that the girls were far more flexible than he was.
Some of the girls, including Emily, had their feet near their
shoulders! Taylor was extremely thankful for the accessories that Aunt
Agnes had provided, so that his secret remained as such.
"I knew this was a bad idea..." Taylor muttered.
After falling over for a third time, Taylor felt a reassuring hand on
his shoulder. He looked up to see Brandi looking down at him.
"Don't worry, nobody gets all this down their first practice. Trust me,
when I started I was just as hopeless as you," Brandi smiled.
"Somehow, I doubt that," Taylor remarked.
"I've never met a girl who can do the splits on her very first day.
Start with something a bit more basic," Brandi said as she demonstrated
a few far easier stretches. "Just try to limber up. Do some squats to
start off, Coach always has us do a lot more legwork on the first day."
"Thanks," Taylor said, doing his best to follow along with Brandi's
instruction.
"Keep it up," Brandi went off to observe the other cheerleaders,
leaving Taylor to continue his stretches.
Taylor was so focused that it took a few times of Coach Roberts calling
his name before he responded to it.
"Taylor Hughes!" Coach Roberts shouted.
Emily pointed towards Taylor, who finally snapped out of his reverie
and realized that his name was called.
"Oh! Here!" Taylor squeaked, feeling extremely self-conscious as all
eyes were on him.
"Thank you... Normally I like it when my girls are in the zone, but you
need to be aware of your surroundings," Coach Roberts remarked. "Even
if you're just here for fun."
Taylor wished he could sink into the ground. Once the actual practice
started, Taylor found himself at a disadvantage, which was good,
because he could use his poor performance to ditch the program after
the first practice. After an intense and tiring practice, in which both
Emily and Taylor had to catch up on techniques the other cheerleaders
already had down pat, it was finally over, and Taylor took a seat on
one of the bleachers.
"Not bad for your first time," Emily remarked.
"Thanks... but I don't know if I have the knack for this," Taylor said.
"I think I'm calling it here."
"Come on! You can't call it after one practice! Give it a week!" Emily
said. "Please?"
"Em..." Taylor started.
"It's just a few more days," Emily replied.
"Good job today, especially you, Taylor, being a first-timer and all,"
Dayna remarked as she walked past the bleachers. "Just wait until we
get to tossing, I bet you'll be a natural."
"See?" Emily said. "That's two skilled cheerleaders telling you that
you're good. Unless the only reason you don't want to be here is so you
can spend more time with Logan..."
"What?" Taylor exclaimed. "I... I'll give it a week."
"That's what I thought," Emily grinned. "Now come on, I want to get
home and into a shower."
"For the first time, I think we're in agreement..." Taylor sighed,
getting up from the bleachers.
Taylor and Emily exited the field and into the parking lot. Taylor felt
his phone vibrate in his bag, not wanting Emily's usual nosiness,
Taylor simply sat down at the curb.
"I need to rest..." Taylor said.
"Really?" Emily asked. "Can't make it all the way over to the car?"
"Just give me a minute, I'll catch up," Taylor waved Emily off.
"All right..." Emily continued onwards as Taylor quickly took out his
phone to check it.
What he saw on the screen were several missed calls from Owen, the last
having only rang a minute earlier. Taylor considered calling him back,
but given that Emily would get suspicious if he took too long, Taylor
just dropped his phone back into his bag.
Taylor stood up and started to walk, when a car pulled into the closest
spot to the front steps of the school building, just a short walk from
where Taylor was standing. A well-dressed older woman stepped out, clad
in a navy skirt suit and high heels, with her gray hair in a bun
resting atop her head. The sign at the spot proclaimed that it was
"Reserved for Principal".
As she exited the car, Taylor watched as she gracefully moved to the
passenger side to retrieve a stack of paperwork. She started to walk
towards the steps, but fumbled the papers, which scattered across the
ground, and against his better judgment, Taylor found himself rushing
towards the dropped papers.
"I've got them!" Taylor shouted as he started picking up papers that
had blown in his direction.
The principal turned around and smiled upon seeing that the papers were
being picked up. Once Taylor finished, he brought them over to the
principal and presented them to her.
"Here are your papers, I think I put them back in the right order, but
you might want to check," Taylor said as he handed the papers to the
principal.
"Thank you very much, young lady," the principal said. "I take it that
cheerleading boot camp is off to a rousing start today?"
"Uh, yeah..." Taylor said. "Anyway, I've got to get back to my friend."
Taylor started to turn on his heel.
"Of course, thank you again for the help..." the principal started.
"What's your name, dear?"
"I'm Taylor," Taylor said, tapping his foot.
"I'm sure glad you were there to help, Taylor, bending like that is
better left to the young and agile," the principal said. "I'm Principal
Fletcher. Are you one of the new students joining us this fall?"
"No, I'm just here for the cheerleading camp... supporting a friend,"
Taylor replied.
"Say, you look familiar," Principal Fletcher said, intently staring at
Taylor. "Do you have a sibling that attended here?"
"No, ma'am. I'm an only child, and I don't even live around here. I'm
just staying with my Aunt Agnes for the summer," Taylor replied,
continuing to tap his foot as he glanced across the lot at Emily's car,
which had the engine running.
"Agnes... Wait!" Principal Fletcher gasped. "Your aunt wouldn't happen
to be Agnes Collins, would she?"
"Yeah, actually she would!" Taylor exclaimed. "Do you know her?"
"I believe I do, we were both sisters of the Gamma Alpha Lambda
sorority. Tell her Vicky Fletcher said hello! I haven't seen her in
ages, but I bet she'd remember me!" Principal Fletcher instructed.
"Will do," Taylor said as Emily pulled up in the car. "Gotta go. It was
nice meeting you."
"Likewise," Principal Fletcher said as Taylor hopped in the car.
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