Bradley to Britney

by Lor Hamilton

  

Chapter 3

  

Brad, Chad, and Marci walked down the steps slowly, making sure nobody was in the house.

"Second floor is clear," said Marci.

Brad and Chad were carrying the box full of CPU's which was very heavy and there high heals, and tight clothes didn't help at all, and the fact that weren't that strong.

"How much further," Brad asked.

"You're almost to the bottom," replied Marci. "Why couldn't you have put them in separate boxes?"

"You know how much this case cost," said Brad. "I'm not Bill Gates."

"Oh okay," said Marci.

Brad and Chad continued to struggle to take the box downstairs and about 5 minutes of almost breaking a sweat they reached the bottom floor where Brad popped out the wheels, pulled up a handle, and proceeded to roll it out to the car.

After carefully placing the box into the trunk of the car, Brad and Chad walked back into the house.

"Guys," said Marci. "I think you are going to need some lessons in acting like a girl."

"Do we have too," moaned Brad.

"It's not just enough to look like a girl," explained Marci. "And you two really look like girls, it's scary. Anyway you have to act like a girl because I really don't want you to mess up."

"Why don't I want you to be right," said Brad.

"We have no choice," said Chad. "Let's do it."

"Good," said Marci. "Marci's school of temporarily have to be a girl because of an accident which caused someone a great deal of mental pain, though the person was already a mental case…."

"Marci, just get on with it," said Chad.

"Okay," said Marci. "For are first exercise, Brad you walk in…Wait we have to get use to calling you by your girl names. So Britney walk in to the kitchen and sit on the stool as feminine as possible."

"AFAP," said Chad. "Get going."

Brad gave a dirty look at Chad then started walking towards the kitchen as feminine as possible he sat on the stool and kept his legs together.

"Very good," said Marci. "But try putting one foot in front of the other. Chad your turn."

"AFAP," yelled Brad.

Brad sighed then walked very feminine like into the kitchen sat on the stool and with the short skirt only could cross his legs.

"Chad," Marci laughed. "That was more supermodel girl, than casual girl okay, but you sat down real nicely. You guys did a good job though."

"The minutes passed as Marci showed the boys how to act like girls, it had been nearly an hour and before they new it a telephone started ringing."

Brad uncrossed his legs and jumped up, though never noticed feminine he had done it. He picked up a cell phone of the desk and answered it. "Hello."

"Brad," Amy came over the phone. "It's time to take the live picture."

"Are you sure nobody is watching."

"Brad I'm to embarrassed."

"Okay just hold on," Brad signaled for Marci to hold the phones camera toward Chad and himself. After about five seconds Marci gave the phone back to Brad.

"Did you see," said Brad.

"Yes," said Amy. "Don't forget to do your stuff."

"Okay," said Brad.

"Oh yeah one more thing," said Amy. "I know you probably haven't hit puberty yet, but stop talking in such a feminine voice, and I printed my cheerleader application out, it's on the counter.

Brad nearly choked. Marci had told them to start speaking in their female voices just to get used to them.

"Okay," he said.

"I think we are finish," said Marci. "Just try to remain in your female state of mind and we'll be finish."

"Okay," said Brad. "Let's go."

The three of them walked out of the house and got inside of the car.

"See you guys are doing well," said Marci. "Especially you Britney."

"Seatbelts," said Brad. "I hate this so friggin bad."

Brad drove the car around the school campus looking for a place to park.

"Brad," yelled Marci. "Park, there's only a few cars here, school is out."

"I'm trying to figure out which is the front," said Chad.

"Check out the football players," said Chad as they drove by the field."

"What," Marci nearly flipped. "I hate those…"

"Cool down," said Brad. "They're down on the football field, and were up here." He pulled into a parking spot. "This is probably football camp; it's like 2 hour practices. But if you want you can stay in the car.

"Please," said Marci.

"Okay," Brad opened the door, not bothering to turn the car off. "Chad," Brad paused. "Christy come on."

Chad groaned and then stepped out of the car. They both walked up the long and steep stairs and entered the large entrance doors."

"Where are we going," said Chad.

"Main office right there," Brad pointed to a sign on a door reading Main Office."

They entered the room and were greeted by a lady behind a desk.

"Can I help you," she asked?

"I have a cheerleader application that I want to turn in," Brad held up the form.

"Those need to be turned in to the sports office."

Brad stood there dumfounded for a second.

"Which you have no idea where it's located," the lady put in.

"Brad shook his head."

The lady sighed then got up from her chair and walked outside the door, "Hey boys,"

"Two football players walked up to her and she explained to them what was happening.

"Oh Crap," said Chad.

"Okay Girls this is Robert, he will escort you to the sports hall."

"I'll wait here," said," Chad said. Sitting down on a bench and crossing his legs.

Brad nearly fainted, but was relieved when the other football player said he will stay and keep her company.

With this settled Brad and Robert made there way down the hall.

"So you're trying out for cheerleading," said Robert trying to initiate conversation."

 

Brad shook his head. "It's for my sister," he said shyly.

"If," she looks anything like you, than she's hot," said Robert.

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Brad making a feminine smile.

Robert smiled and put his arm around Brad's waist.

Brad pulled away gently.

"What's the matter," asked Robert.

"Nothing."

They walked awhile without saying anything until Robert asked for Brad's name.

"Britney," replied Brad.

"That's a pretty name," said Brad.

"Thank you," Brad said meekly.

Robert put his hand around Brad's waist again, and again Brad gently pulled away.

"So how old are you," asked Robert keeping the conversation open."

"14," said Brad.

"Your Birthday."

"August 5^th," Brad said before thinking and incidentally giving away his real birthday.

"You look like your sixteen," said Robert.

Brad smiled meekly and wished that Robert would leave.

"Hobbies," said Robert. "I think you already no mine."

"I like building and repairing computers," said Brad hoping this would turn Robert off.

"Wow," said Robert. "A cute little girl like you building computers that is so amazing. I bet you are really smart.

"You can say that," said Brad getting angry that he was just called a cute little girl.

Robert continued to talk and batter Brad with question, which Brad answered as honestly as possible to try and turn Robert off. Brad was talking so much that he did not notice Robert's arm around his waist nor that Robert was pulling him closer.

"Okay here we are," said Robert. "Turning Brad towards this door with his arm."

Brad thought about pulling away, but didn't dude to the fact that he didn't know how long he was like that, though he was relieved when Robert took his arm from around Brad himself.

Brad entered the room, which was a little messy. Robert followed closely. Inside, a young blonde, obviously the cheerleader's coach, sat behind a desk feeling out papers.

"Cheerleading," she said sounding exhausted. "You know you could have taken her to the sports office, and not the cheerleader's office.

Robert blushed.

Brad passed her the application.

"Amy," the lady read the papers.

"That's my sister," said Brad.

"Okay," the lady said boringly. "You can leave."

Brad turned and nearly tripped over a stack of bucks that he did not see, but unfortunately Robert caught him mid fall and picked him up easily.

"Are you okay," said Robert.

"I'm fine," said Brad embarrassed mostly because Robert had no problem picking him up.

"Sorry," about that said the lady.

"It's okay," said Brad smiling then leaving the room.

Robert followed. "Do you know your way back," he asked.

"Yes."

Robert smiled. "You know you're so light, when I caught you. I thought you were going to be heavy, but your not. You're just this cute tiny little thing that…"

"Thanks," said Brad. "He started walking faster leaving Robert behind.

"I have to be at practice," yelled Robert. "Sorry." "Brad walked back to the main office, where he saw Chad talking to the other football player. Brad could tell Chad couldn't take anymore, so he knocked on the glass window.

Chad looked up, and quickly got up. Unfortunately the football player followed.

"I'll walk you."

They all walked out of the car. Brad got in quickly, but Chad was cornered next to the car by the player.

"What the hell, Kevin" said Chad.

Kevin moved his hand and touched Chad's stomach, then wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled Chad close.

Both Marci and Brad jumped out the car, as Chad tried to pull off, but couldn't.

"Yo Kevin," Robert came running up. "Let go."

Kevin let go of Chad, and Robert apologized then they both trudged up the stairs.

  

  

  

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