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"Hey babe."
"Yes, Andrew?" Jennifer looked up at Andrew with her big blue eyes.
"You, uh... You make me feel really good."
"Really?"
"Yeah..." Jennifer simply nuzzled up to Andrew, laying her head against
his chest. They were different, and she liked that. Andrew was so tall
and broad, and muscular too. But he had such a cute smile, and his laugh
was infectious. She loved his sense of humor and adventure.
"There's a way you can make me feel better."
"How?"
Andrew looked down to his crotch. Tentatively, Jennifer moved her head
towards it, her hands reaching out for it exploratorily and her fingers
taking hold of the zipper. She began to take it down...
...
James snapped awake in his bed. It was all dark, save for the Minnie
Mouse night light his mother had bought him. Tomorrow was the first day
of school, and the poor boy needed rest. He could hardly sleep though,
for his mind was racing.
What if people find out I'm a boy?
He had been transferred to an all-new school, so him being compared to
his old self wouldn't be a problem, fortunately. But James was still
terrified. If anyone found out he was really a boy, his life would be
absolutely ruined... it'd be horrible.
"Sissy."
"Tranny."
"Faggot."
The names that his classmates would call him if they found out echoed in
his head. James turned over, holding his pillow tight. Maybe he really...
He thought of the dream he had been startled from. It was about Andrew.
Why had he been dreaming of a boy? James rolled over in his bed, one
pigtail hitting him in the face. He tried his best to sleep, but his
stomach was turning over and over. Eventually, he managed to drift off to
some space in between sleep and wakefulness, though it lasted for only a
few hours before his alarm clock began beeping.
It was time for school.
Groaning, James crawled out of bed to his bathroom. He went through his
usual morning routine, brushing his teeth, and washing his face before
returning to his room. He glanced at the clock, to see that it read
"6:30." He had always hated getting up for school, and as a girl, he had
to get up even earlier- it took a long time to get ready as a girl.
He sat down at his vanity, staring at the girl in the mirror. She was
bleary eyed, and looked tired. Dirty blonde braids hung to her
collarbones. And he was that girl.
It was time to put on his face. His hands moved across the vanity,
grabbing bottle after bottle, applying his makeup in carefully rehearsed,
robotic steps. Concealer, blush, and more. He delicately traced his
eyelids with black eyeliner, and then retrieved his mascara, dipping the
brush in its cylindrical container before applying it to lengthen his
lashes. His blue eyes looked positively beautiful when he did his makeup
like this.
He undid the hair ties from his braids, ran his fingers through them, and
shook his hair out. He picked up his brush and slowly began to brush out
his locks. He always enjoyed brushing his hair. It was soothing. James
wondered how he should wear his hair today. Perhaps he should just leave
it down.
He tucked his hair back behind his ears, and then his fingers darted over
to his jewelry box. James retrieved some earrings- simple golden hearts-
and slipped them into his ear lobes. He put a delicate golden chain with
a tiny cross on it around his neck, and then put a few rings on his
fingers.
Then it was time to get dressed.
He already had an idea of what he wanted to wear. James slinked over to
his closet and opened it, searching for a white off the shoulder blouse
with loose, flowy sleeves. He found it, and then went out to his drawer
to find a pair of denim short shorts. He pulled the blouse over his head,
and slipped the jeans up his legs. James stepped into a pair of cute
sandals, and then tied a thin brown belt around his waist. He quickly ran
his brush through his hair again, and then picked up his purse. He was
ready.
Before James left his room, he paused a moment, staring at himself in the
vanity. The girl in the mirror was pretty. Her long legs poked out from
her short shorts, her hair hung to her bare shoulders, and her blue eyes
looked huge. He shrugged and left the room.
Downstairs, Mother was waiting.
"My, you look lovely today!"
"Thanks Mother." James chirped. Of course, that wasn't what James really
wanted to hear. The two of them went to the car and drove to school.
Mother dropped James off, and the poor boy began the long walk into
school.
With every step he took, James' heart pounded. He was high strung,
anxious. A million questions shot through his brain. None of them were
good. James held up his schedule to get a look at it. First period was
English, then P.E., followed by Math, Spanish, lunch, Biology, Home Ec,
and Theater. He cursed his Mother silently for putting him in Home
Economics and Theater.
James minced into English and sat down. The bell rang. He was doomed. The
teacher began to go through the roll...
"Jennifer Carroll?"
"Here." Said James, raising his slender hand. Soon English was over- and
it was time for P.E. James was horrified about this class. Being in the
locker room with all the girls proved him right. He sought out a quiet
corner and changed as quickly as possible, putting on a white tee and
short athletic shorts. He pulled back his hair into a ponytail. One of
the things that became apparent was that none of the girls wanted to be
there. They spent their time on the basketball court in different
huddles, gossiping with each other. James didn't join any of them. Soon
P.E. was over, and it was on with the rest of the day. It continued
normally. Home Ec., like P.E., was a class made of girls, and it further
reinforced James' new position in life.
Eventually, the day ended. Mother was there to pick James up.
"So how was the first day of school?"
"It was fine." James grumbled.
More and more days passed. The first week stretched into the second, then
the third. The truth was, school was indeed fine, as long as James kept
his head down. No one assumed he was a boy. Why should they? He looked
like a girl.
James shared the same lunch period as Taylor, and he found himself
sitting with her. He quickly came to know her circle of friends. There
was Lizzie, a silly Hispanic girl with an adorable smile, Cassidy, who
wore too much mascara and had brown hair in a center part long enough to
reach her waist. Finally, there was Sammie, a pretty little blonde who
constantly talked about her church.
"Hey girls, this is my friend Jen. She's from dance."
James was met by a chorus of "Heys."
Surprisingly, James found them... Nice. They talked about girly things,
like clothes, hair, makeup, and boys. Girls talked differently than boys,
different from how he was used to. But he adapted. He began to pick up
small, imperceptible things from his girlfriends. The way he tossed his
bangs from his eyes. The way he flicked his wrist as he talked. The way
he crossed his legs as he sat. The way he covered his mouth daintily with
a hand as he giggled. His behavior was changing and he didn't even
realize it.
One day, in the hallway, Taylor asked James a question.
"Hey Jen, why don't you think about joining the cheer squad? Me and
Cassidy are on it. You're already, like, super good at dance."
"Oh... I mean. I don't know if... I don't think I'm really that kind-"
"Come on! You're such a natural in ballet! Try outs are on Friday. You'll
do great, I promise."
"Okay..."
And so, on Friday, James found himself carrying an extra bag with him to
school. He warned his mom that he needed to be picked up a little later
than usual.
"You're leaving school later? Why is that? Does it have anything to do
with that bag?"
"No mom... I'm just studying with a friend."
"Really? A boy?"
"What?! No!"
...
The day had passed simply. There were no problems in James's classes. Now
it was time for the real challenge.
James was in the girl's locker room. Tiny athletic shorts clung to his
legs, black with pink trim. His hair had been French braided back. He had
butterflies in his tummy. The coach peaked her head in. "Jennifer?"
James followed her out onto the field. The coach stood alongside two
other, older girls. The captains, he presumed. It dawned on James what he
was doing. Here he was on the school's practice field, dressed like a
girl, about to try out to be a cheerleader. What had gotten into him!
This was crazy. Sweat began to form on his back. Just then, the coach
spoke up.
"Taylor says you're real good at dance." Before James could reply, she
added "We'll see."
"Right high kick!"
James did it.
"Left high kick!"
James did it.
"Hip roll!"
"Can you do cartwheels? And a roundoff?" James did as he was told.
The coach barked out a series of moves, all of which James copied. The
only thing he failed on was doing the splits. One of the girls suppressed
a giggle, but the coach simply said "You'll get there." The other girl
requested a pirouette. James felt himself blush as he struggled to
pirouette as gracefully as he possibly could in his sneakers.
"Alright. You're finished. You'll see if you made it tomorrow. Thanks for
trying out."
Unceremoniously, James left.
The next day, James stood before the list of names. They were for all
different sports teams... wrestling, football, soccer, swim team... and
cheer. He held his breath, and then saw it. Jennifer Carroll, right
underneath CHEERLEADING. Taylor hit his shoulder softly. "Yas! You did it
girl! Let's go get you sized up!"
"Sized up?"
"For your uniform!"
James next found himself in the coach's office. She had a tape measure
and used it on him, getting measurements for his waist, shoulders, arms,
and more. He somehow felt less than human, like a doll or something, as
she did so.
"Alright, perfect." Coach said. "You'll get your uniform soon."
It was the next Friday when James finally got his new uniform. He knew
what it looked like already. It was a shell top and skirt, nice and
tight. A royal blue with silver trim, the letters "JHS" emblazoned across
the chest. Included with the uniform was a pair of white sneakers, a
massive, glittery, blue and silver bow, and a set of silver pom poms.
Later that day, James tried to sneak home the uniform in his new
complimentary gym bag. Unfortunately, his mother spotted it, and upon
seeing the word "CHEER" upon the bag, demanded he stop and reveal the
contents to him. She was absolutely delighted when she saw James'
uniform.
"My goodness! Jennifer the cheerleader! I didn't know you were interested
in cheer!" She chirped. She immediately ordered that he put on the
uniform so she could snap a picture of him. A few minutes later, James
made his way down the stairs. His legs were on display in the tiny blue
and silver skirt. "Come on, smile for me!" His mother said. The bright
flash of the bulb burned his retinas as the polaroid vomited forth his
image. Another one for his girly scrapbook.
That weekend, he, Taylor, and Lizzie went to the mall. James was wearing
a thin blue summer dress with an adorable white flower print. His hair
was up in a high pony, and on his feet, he wore the cork wedges his
mother had bought for him which showed off his pastel pink polished toes.
He no longer teetered precariously in them. Inside, he strode about with
a walk that, if not confident, was comfortable. His mother had gotten him
fairly used to walking in taller heels by now. He tittered and giggled
with Taylor and gawked at jewelry with Lizzie. He was aware what all of
this meant- the way his walk had changed, how sparkly necklaces and
earrings caught his eye. He was becoming more and more girly. The
question was- how much of this was put on to avoid discovery, and how
much of it had he embraced? The question often kept James up at night.
The trio ended up in the food court. James ordered a Chick-fil-a meal,
and was currently sipping on a cup of water (to maintain his trim figure,
he made a compromise with himself- whenever ordering fast food, he drank
water). Suddenly Lizzie's eyes went big.
"Oh my Gawd!" Lizzie said, her voice rising in pitch towards the end of
her statement.
"Did you like, see that guy, Jen?" She whispered in a conspiratorial
tone.
"Umm... no."
"That big black guy." Lizzie smiled. "He was so looking at you."
"At me?"
'Yes you, girl!"
"He is totally a basketball player." Taylor chimed in. "I know you like
sporty guys."
"Oh... I..." Jen smiled nervously. The boy was already walking away, so
she could only see his back. He was tall, for sure, well over 6 feet. He
was wearing shorts and a tee, so she could see he had the well-defined
calves and arms of an athlete. She wondered what he looked like from the
front.
"I think..." Lizzie began. "You should totally go talk to that guy."
Jen fidgeted with her bangs. It was a tic she had picked up sometime
after her Aunt had taken her to get her hair styled. She often did it
when she felt uncomfortable, or while she was searching for the words she
wanted to say.
"I don't know." Jen finally said.
"Well, don't worry. Now that you're a cheerleader, you'll have no
shortage of guys to pick from." Taylor said with a grin. Jen giggled,
covering her mouth with her hand. Inwardly, James was screaming.
After finishing their meals, the three left and wandered through the mall
yet again. They drifted into a Forever 21, and there, James ended up with
a pink v-neck knit cardigan. It had a ribbed pattern and three faux-pearl
buttons that were heart shaped. He wore it out of the store.
Later that night, as James laid in bed listening to soft string music, he
reflected on how far his life had come since staying at his Aunt's...
Since he had been forced to become Jennifer. He had changed so much,
though how fair exactly it was hard to say, since all photos of him as a
boy had been thrown out. Even though he hated what had happened to him,
he was almost impressed by the lengths to which his mother and aunt had
gone to erase his past. All his old photos were gone. James recalled the
first time he entered his room. He was shocked to see it entirely
changed. His furniture had vanished. His walls had been repainted. His
closet had been donated to thrift and charity shops. His Playstation had
been sold on eBay (that one especially stung, as he knew the funds had
been put towards a shopping trip at Ulta). Even his childhood toys had
ended up on a table at a garage sale, what was left was shipped off to
the same shops as his clothes.
In place of his boyhood, a false childhood as a girl had been imagined.
On a white shelf sat various stuffed animals and dolls- keepsakes a girl
might keep. In his closet, there hung a Girl Scout's sash. Obviously, he
had never been a Girl Scout, but it was just one more artifact meant to
reinforce who he was now, and to provide a false history for his new
identity.
Finally, James drifted to sleep.
Weeks passed, and James became used to his new routine. He grew used to
waking up and putting on his makeup, and going to school as a girl. He
grew used to hanging out with Taylor, Lizzie, Sammie, and Cassidy. And he
grew used to staying later after school to practice cheerleading.
He became more flexible than before. He learned the cheers, pumped his
fists in the air, and kicked his legs.
Then it was time for the first game.
James stood in the locker room, looking at himself in a mirror once
again. Most of the other girls had gone. The girl in the mirror wore
thick makeup. Her lips were coated with a dark red lipstick. She wore
false lashes, which made her eyes look huge. The other girls explained
that the makeup needed to be thick, because they'd be so far from the
people in the stands. It was stage makeup, really. Her hair was pulled
back into a pony, silver and white ribbons tied in. It exploded in
ringlets down to her shoulders. The ringlets were hardened due to copious
amounts of hair spray. Likewise, her bangs were curled tightly upon his
forehead.
She wore a short blue skirt with silver trim, which showed off her pale
legs. Those legs ended in white tennis shoes, a pair of tiny blue and
silver pom poms inserted among the laces. Her shell top clung to her
chest tightly. Sometimes, when she did a kick, a small sliver of flesh
was visible between her skirt and top.
James sighed. He forced a smile, the kind of smile someone makes when
they're brittle as glass and about to break. The kind of shaky smile that
comes before tears.
Jennifer Carroll, the pretty little cheerleader, turned from the mirror
and pranced out to the field.
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