Bringing Good Cheer
by Angela Rasch
Chapter One
Necessity is the mother of invention.
"Maybe you didn't do it right," Sandra said. The knowing looks that passed from cheerleader to cheerleader confirmed Lee Anne's long-held status as the unquestionable best.
"I believe I still hold the Benfield Academy record, don't I?" Lee Anne demanded affirmation, although none was needed. Everyone knew that she had brought two boys to climax quicker than anyone else ever had during the annual double-header contest. Her prize, other than immeasurable fame and glory, had been a chrome trailer-hitch mounted on mahogany. Those who had fortunate enough to come to appreciate her talents were widely envied.
Benfield based its social acceptance on the ability to pay steep tuitions, not on bourgeois moralities. Depravity was considered a slight character flaw that needed to be concealed for propriety's sake, but not corrected; especially if that correction meant revamping oneself to a non-satisfactory existence.
In a room filled with the kind of beauty that can only occur when good breeding meets unlimited financial resources, Lee Ann was without equal in her "gorgeous-osity". The vast majority of her classmates, of either sex, yearned to be subjected to her lingual genius.
"Then he must be a twinkie," Sandra said, with the finality of the grossly indulged. Her word was law in her household. Just like every other young Benfield royalty, she had but to breathe her desire and "Daddy" made it so.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that." Megan quickly stated to cover Sandra's homophobic epithet and safeguard her liberal-and-probably-bi reputation.
"Of course not," Tammy gushed. Tammy was thought to have a crush on Megan, although she hadn't done anything more overt than lean against Megan's superb breasts a bit too often during cheerleader sleepovers, advances Megan more than welcomed.
"But, we have to make Cameron come … Stephanie pleaded with the other girls, "or the whole season could go down the tubes. The team will suck -- if we don't."
There -- that was it -- Stephanie, the senior captain of the squad, had encapsulated their problem. Benfield was a football powerhouse. They had taken part in the state playoffs in seven of the past ten years. Ten years ago, the team had been predicted to be gosh-awful in a pre-season poll of prep-sports reporters. The cheerleaders had decided to take things into their own mouths. To boost the players' confidence, every senior player had been fellated by a member of the cheerleading squad. That season resulted in Benfield's first trip to the state playoffs championship game.
Every year during which all of the senior footballers had been blown by a cheerleader, the team had done well. Every year the girls fell down on going down, the team fell apart. The rules had evolved. Each cheerleader had to do at least two guys, so no one could talk without revealing more than she wanted. No girl could do her own boyfriend under their sex-pact, as that would just be FUN - for sure - and had nothing to do with winning football games. The more times each boy was done by different girls, the better the results, but - for sure - every boy had to be done at least once.
A trip to the playoffs provided the cheerleaders the public stage they could find no place else … actual TV exposure! It was considered imperative that they have that opportunity.
Cameron Rice was the starting quarterback. He was the only senior who hadn't been properly serviced. The team was facing impending disaster going into the last week of August. If someone didn't successfully suck him off before the first game, there would be dire consequences.
"Maybe someone else should try?" If Sandra hadn't sounded like enough of an idiot after her first suggestion of Lee Anne's inadequacy, she certainly did by suggesting a replacement cocksucker. Sandra was becoming a pain, and had to be stopped before Lee Anne most justifiably lost it.
Much to everyone's surprise who had been verbally bitch-slapped by Lee Anne, she patiently explained the situation to Sandra. After all, just everything depended on the success of their sucking … which was ironic. "Jen and Sarah gave it a try before I was brought in. He's not doable." Lee Anne's diagnosis had a conclusiveness to it that cast the girls into a major funk.
Normally the girls did their nails or read magazines during the cheerleading meetings, to keep from getting bored, but this meeting was all business. Everyone wanted to take a trip to the Metrodome in November. Not just for the sectional … they wanted to go all the way to the State Championship game where they would be introduced on Channel Nine by Skip Perkins. They all thirsted for their moment on camera to wave and say, "Hi, Mom!" Besides "going all the way" was their nature.
"What if he prefers boys?" Greta asked. Greta was known as the brains of the cheerleading squad. She was actually picking her college based on its academic qualifications, rather than its proximity to the slopes. "Does anyone know if he's declared himself gay?"
"No way," Stephanie said. "He's as straight as Brad Pitt." Each girl took a moment to have a mini-orgasm thinking about Brad's latest "People" cover photo.
"Methinks he doth protest too much, or might it be he doesn't realize what he is," Greta said. There were nods all around the room. Shocking sexuality self-identification was an everyday occurrence. People were hanging at the closet door waiting to come out. "I was reading a book the other day about abnormal psychology that mentioned the popularity of female impersonators as hookers."
"Did your book have a brown paper cover?" Stephanie asked. All the girls laughed to relieve their personal anxiety. It was prickly talking about gays and blowing guys, unless their babble was going to lead to sex.
"It was a real textbook -- for a class I'm taking for college credit." Sometimes Greta felt like she was surrounded by mindless aliens. She needed non-curricular activities to bulk-up her college applications, even if it was cheerleading. "The book said that some men prefer sex with other men but can't admit it, even to themselves. They hire transvestite hookers and have their cake and eat it too … sort of."
"Ewwwwww," groaned almost every girl in the room except Stephanie, who was a pragmatist, even though she couldn't spell it and had no idea what it meant.
"We'll just have to add a guy to the cheerleading squad, dress him as a girl, and he'll have to hum Cameron to paradise by the dashboard lights." Stephanie stared into every divine face in the room (and they all were), demanding that they try to devise a better plan to extract Cameron's come. Not even the aforementioned, cerebral Greta had an inkling, so they moved forward. (They didn't even stop to wonder if an inkling is a baby ink. Moreover, Stephanie's obscure reference to musical lyrics wasn't lost on them as they weren't ones to allow their boyfriends' meat to loaf.)
"What will Mrs. Ward say?" Tammy asked, returning everyone to the subject de jour by questioning the reaction of their staff advisor to a male expansion of their numbers.
"Mrs. back-Ward won't know a thing about it," Lee Anne said, "Unless one of you nymphs rats us out." Lee Anne pointed her loaded boobs at her cheermates; insisting upon their fidelity.
"I'm not telling," everyone quickly chorused.
"We need to work fast," Stephanie said. "We need a selection committee that in thirty minutes will tell us who our new cheerleader will be."
"The guy can't be known as gay," Greta cautioned. "If he is, Cameron won't have anything to do with him."
"He should be on the smaller side," Tammy asserted. "We should look for some guy that weighs less than 140 pounds, and someone that's shorter than me." Tammy was 5'8" in her heels, which were rumored to be rounded.
"We need a beautification committee to change our guy to a gal." Stephanie knew she would have all the volunteers she needed for that committee, because all of them thought they were loveliness connoisseurs.
"Is making a boy look like us even possible?" Sherry asked. Sherry was neglecting to take into account the thousands of dollars her parents spent annually to transform her from a Plain Jane into a Wet-Dream-Maker.
"For sure."
"No prob."
"We'll take him to Sidney … Sidney's a saint."
"Ohhh, I love Sidney. Too bad he's gay; I could love him to death."
"Duh! Think about it! All hairdressers are gay."
"Not Benny."
"Hardly … Benny's so gay he makes gay guys look --- ahhh ---straight."
"Can we get back on topic?" Stephanie asked. Stephanie had sounded too much like a teacher when she had said that, so she grinned to let everyone know she was kidding; somewhat. "Everything has to be done quickly so that Cameron is taken care of by next week. And --- we need an education committee to teach 'whoever' to do 'whatever' to Cameron's weenie."
"It's not really a weenie," Lee Anne stated with authority. "He's not teenie and actually he has a very nicely-shaped … . He's well-equipped; if only 'it' had paid attention when 'it' should've." The wistful tone of Lee Anne's voice told everyone that Cameron hadn't been a disappointment until he was a disappointment.
"We need a slush fund for expenses," Stephanie said, "Everyone will need to throw in $200 for makeup and clothes." Money was no object for the ten girls in the room. Each princess's purse was stuffed with limitless credit cards.
Thirty minutes later, after the various committees had convened in separate corners of Sarah's basement family room, they regrouped to share their results.
"Unless he's a Shrek," Tammy said, "we're ready to make him into Lady Go-Dive-A. We don't see a problem in retro-fitting the typical guy to be a passable babe. Give us a better than average piece of meat to work with, and we will make him smooch-abililicious." Tammy was the best there was on the team with cosmetics.
"Find me a willing male to deliver for us, and I'll make his tongue dance," Lee Anne promised.
"You can't just teach him how to unwrap a sausage," Sandra sneered. She had obviously been miffed when Lee Anne had screwed William, even though Sandra had said she was "so over William" --- when she wasn't "so over William."
"Get real, Sandra," Lee Anne said, "We all have a good idea what our lady-faker will need to know to be a pseudo-she. Cameron will be able to fantasize himself to comedom."
"My mom can help," Billie said. Billie hardly ever spoke. She had been put on the selection committee, but no one expected that she would add much, if anything. Her talent was rhythmic clapping – her on-field talent. Her rhythm was put to much better use when the boys of Benfield had her laid out on the folded down backseats of their SUVs doing the horizontal mambo. "Mom has been working on a special medallion project at Chemco. You wear it on a chain around your neck. It's made to discharge a small amount of whatever is in it, every hour or so. Mom said that her company is intending to sell the medallion with pheromones to women who are having marital problems. She swears the pheromones will make limp dicks swell." Her face turned red. Not from embarrassment, as public shame wasn't something that a Benfield cheerleader easily acknowledged, unless it was for wearing last season's fashions. Her flush was because of the exertion involved in making coherent sentences. She would be attending the University of Montana at Missoula the next fall; majoring in snow bunny.
"That doesn't seem ethical," Tammy said. The idea of using pheromones to gain an unfair advantage wasn't troubling her as much as knowing that the allure she had spent years honing was available in liquid form at your local lab.
"Ethical?" Lee Anne asked. "Was it ethical when Daddy left Mom for Cindy?" Lee Anne didn't have much use for a trophy stepmother who was only four years older than her.
"I can get a medallion and all that stuff we need," Billie said. No one objected to what sounded like a good addition to the master plan. Tammy suggested that they mix in a little Heavenly from Victoria's Secret; just to be sure. Pheromones might work … Heavenly ALWAYS worked.
"So all we need is a guy," Stephanie said, "and I think we have the perfect candidate to check the ex-dates on Cameron's sperm." Stephanie had put herself in charge of the selection committee. They had argued over nearly a dozen prospects; using a yearbook to make sure they didn't miss considering anyone. "We're sure … absolutely, positively sure. The newest member of our cheer squad will be --- Carter Braun."
Chapter Two
Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
Benfield's long and storied history carried with it the frustration of bygone battles. Carter Braun's twin sister, Rachel, was paying a stiff price for her mother's wearisome past. Twenty-four years ago, Mrs. Braun had been wrongfully left off the cheerleading squad.
"There's still a chance for you to be a varsity alternate this year," Mrs. Braun chirped. Carter and Rachel had just finished their daily session of cheerleading practice. They had averaged two hours a day for the past five years sharpening their herkies, other jumps, yells, and gymnastics. Carter cheered with his sister solely to spare her the isolation of grueling, solitary workouts. There were no boy cheerleaders at Benfield. Carter was Holy Grail-less, at least in that regard.
Rachel warmed down after every exercise with Kegels to tone and strengthen the pubococcygeus or "PC" muscles, which form the floor of the pelvis, and arm exercises to "grow" her bust. Carter often laughingly did them with her.
Having finished her pelvic squeezes, Rachel looked at her mother with sorrowful eyes. Rachel had kept the dream of cheerleading alive to please her parent. The odds were pitifully stacked against her. At least fifty other girls coveted exactly what her mother wanted for her.
While Rachel enjoyed the physical part of the routines, she would have much rather spent her afternoons on the soccer pitch, where she made a strikingly pretty striker. "We did okay today. Carter, once again, forced me to work hard to be as good as him."
Rachel and Carter had similar lithe bodies, stunning cobalt-blue eyes, and shoulder-length, honey-colored hair. Rachel's was styled to emphasize her pert nose. Carter's nose was on its own. In a month they would be fourteen. Judging by his lack of muscles and still high-pitched voice, Carter hadn't been visited by the puberty fairy.
"You need to drop a pound or two," Mrs. Braun said, casting a critical eye over her daughter's physique. Freshmen didn't often become varsity alternates, but if they did, they normally were shoe-ins for a varsity positions the next year, as sophomores. "An ounce in the wrong place could ruin everything."
"Mom," Rachel answered, "I'm almost a poster child for anorexia as it is." She was thin by nature and since Mrs. Braun had them on a diet only a rabbit could love, neither Rachel nor Carter would easily gain in the wrong or even the right places.
"Have you heard anything about Marilyn trying out for varsity alternate," Mrs. Braun asked. Marilyn's father had paid an unscrupulous surgeon handsomely that past summer for breasts augmentation for his fourteen year-old daughter. She now had at least a one-cup advantage on the other cheerleader wannabes.
"Don't you want to know how Carter and I did on our biology test?"
"You two always do well. The last time one of you got lower than an A- was in the fourth grade."
"Mom," asked Carter, "would it be okay if I stayed overnight at Wesley's tomorrow?" Carter and Rachel hadn't been allowed to spend an overnight with anyone, something their classmates had been doing with regularity for five or six years. Mrs. Braun had been a single parent for nearly ten years since her husband went out for cigarettes and never came back to her and the twins. He had walked away from millions in trust accounts that had been in her family for years. Mrs. Braun still suffered from separation anxiety.
"We'll see." She always said that, but then never relented. Neither Carter nor Rachel had been allowed to date. They were to wait until they were sixteen. Carter was friendly with several girl classmates, but he couldn't ask them out. Living in a house with two females, Carter had grown sensitive to their peculiar notions and had learned not to fight an upstream battle.
The phone rang and Mrs. Braun answered. "Yes, he's here. May I tell him who's calling?" The look on her face went from surprise to annoyance than registered utter shock. "Oh … oh! Hi Stephanie! I must tell you Stephanie; I saw you cheer last year for football and basketball and was positively inspired by your efforts. I told my Rachel to watch how you do it and copy your every move. She's learned a lot by observing a real pro like you. Rachel is going to be trying out for varsity alternate next week? Uh huh. Uh huh. Fifty-seven girls. Sure, you can talk to Carter. What mother wouldn't want a wonderful girl like you talking to her son? He's right here. Carter, it's Stephanie Wilson, and she wants a word with you."
She mouthed the words "cheerleading captain" and pointed to the phone so that Carter would be sure to watch his manners and treat Stephanie with the respect due someone of her distinction.
She didn't need to tell Carter who Stephanie Wilson was. She was the girl that he dreamt of every night; the one who caused him to have nocturnal emissions. There was nothing about Stephanie Wilson that Carter didn't know, except how to talk to her. Why would a senior be calling a freshman?
"Hi, Stephanie." Despite taking care not to, his voice cracked. He pushed aside his long hair to make sure none of it would prevent him from hearing everything she had to say. He inadvertently did several emission-less Kegels in response to her voice. "You want me to be an auxiliary cheerleader? --- Not official but a helper, sort of? All of my body hair? Initiation? Mandatory? I see. I'll have to think about that. You want me to come to your house for an all night, planning meeting with the cheerleaders? Wow! But … I'm sorry." His mother was a consenting adult; indicating so with violent nods of her head – but it didn't register on Carter. "I don't think I can do that."
Mrs. Braun grabbed the phone from him. "Stephanie – Carter can be quite a cut-up at times. He'd be delighted to help out the cheerleading squad. When are you having your little meeting? Tomorrow night? Okay. He'll be there at seven sharp. --- Don't worry. This family supports the cheerleaders one hundred percent. He'll do whatever it is you want of him. I'll tell him. Would you like to talk to Rachel? I understand. Okay then – Good night, Stephanie. It's been a … .
Mrs. Braun looked silly for a second peering into the phone searching for the hastily departed Stephanie. Then she turned to Rachel with a huge grin on her face. "She said that once Carter is an auxiliary cheerleader you were almost guaranteed a spot as a varsity alternate. She said that because you're the favored candidate, it wouldn't be right for her to talk to you … until after the tryouts. You're in!!!!"
The two danced in each other's arms celebrating their impending reward for years of effort. Carter's glee was less enthusiastic. "Mom, Stephanie said that I had to shave off all the hair below my neck. What's that all about? She said it was part of my initiation. She said that if I didn't do everything they told me to do for the next week, I couldn't be the auxiliary cheerleader."
"Then you simply must, Carter," Mrs. Braun cautioned, "this is important. More important than anything you've ever done. Your sister's happiness depends on it. I don't care what foolish nonsense they have planned for you. If you have to paint yourself purple and go to the grocery store shopping for Gilbert Grape, you do it. Go upstairs and run a tub of water; we'll shave you bald as a cucumber, from the neck down. Your sister is going to be a varsity cheerleader next year!! Unless you screw it up … ."
Chapter Three
Learn to obey, before you command.
The first hour of the planning session had gone by in a blur. Carter had been introduced to all the girls, which was needless as he knew all of their names from watching them on video in never-ending sessions with his mother and sister. Mrs. Braun had recorded their routines at games and played them for hours, to help Rachel perfect her cheering.
The girls were much prettier in normal makeup than in what they wore to cheer. The all smelled great and were really friendly. There was no such thing as personal space with them. In a way, Carter was glad he had taken a bath just prior to coming to the meeting, even though he hated being told he needed to bathe. Stephanie had sent over additional instructions, along with a skin softener for his bath water, which had left him smelling like flowers. At least he didn't have offensive body odor. With the girls standing inches away from him that was a relief. Carter and his mom had argued about his aqua acquiescing, but he had quickly realized it was a small price to pay for his mother's and Rachel's happiness.
Carter suspected they had something in mind for him later in the evening, although the only strange thing he had noticed was that all the mirrors had been covered with sheets. He didn't let his curiosity get the best of him by asking what that was all about. He would find out soon enough.
Every time they asked for Carter's opinion about a certain cheer or move, he shyly replied; barely able to raise his voice above a whisper. Dreaming about Stephanie had been taxing on Carter, but actually being close to her in person was overwhelming.
The girls were awestruck by his knowledge of cheerleading terms and the depth of his understanding of their skill. He nearly burst with pride in response to their passionate praise. It was apparent that he was under scrutiny. He could tell by the way the girls constantly kept their eyes on him that he couldn't afford even the slightest social blunder. He had seen the Seinfeld episode when Jerry had rubbed his nose at a stoplight and had been observed in the act by his girlfriend. She dumped him, claiming he had been nose-picking; never believing his assertion that there had been no penetration.
"Are we ever going to get comfortable?" Tammy whined. "We're going to be here all night. Why don't we get into our nighties? You don't mind -- do you, Carter?"
The idea of ten of the most beautiful girls in the world spending the night with him in nighties was enough to send him into mental overload. He had all he could do to nod his head in affirmative response.
"I've got yours in a bag in my bedroom," Stephanie said.
"My what?" Carter asked.
Stephanie leaned in to whisper in his ear. Her perfume was intoxicating. Her hoop earring brushed against his cheek, while her left hand accidentally brushed against the bulge his penis was making in his Levis. "I bought a nightie for you -- so you could feel like one of us."
He pulled back in shock and stared at her.
"Carter," she said, so low only he could hear her, "let's go to my bedroom before anyone else notices that you're reluctant to do what I say." She grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her down the hall. As they were leaving the spacious living room girls were in various stage of undress. Most were in panties and bras. Carter's eyes spun, taking it all in.
Carter was glad Stephanie's parents were out of town. They wouldn't appreciate her having a boy in her bedroom, no matter what her intentions might be. Once they were in her bedroom, she closed the door and turned on him.
"Don't make me look bad." Stephanie's eyes flashed anger. "I went to bat for you. Most of the girls wanted Barry Jansen to be our auxiliary member." Barry was the most gifted athlete in the freshmen class. There was some talk Barry might start on the football team. "I wanted you because I think you're much cuter than Barry and you're such a nice guy."
Stephanie's eyes went from throwing off sparks to melting when she touched his arm. "Carter, you're about the nicest boy I know." She ran her fingertips up and down the full length of his arm - twice, while moving in so their mouths were inches apart. Carter thought about taking her into his arms, but was unable to move before she spoke again. "The girls made me promise that I would change my vote and take Barry, if you didn't do everything we asked without fail during your initiation. You're not going to let me down, are you?"
First his mother, now this! Mrs. Braun had spent a full hour before he left for the overnight stressing his need to be fully cooperative. But … a nightie? What if he was the victim of a cruel hoax.
"Your things are in that bag," Stephanie said, pointing to the bag on the bed. "If you need any help, I'll be right outside the door." She left smiling over her shoulder at Carter. "Show them I was right. Do whatever we say and we'll be best friends." She blew a kiss at him, which found its mark just below his waist.
After she shut the door, Carter reached for the bag. When in Rome, and their hands are roamin', do as the … . He had a faint hope that the nightie would be one of those flannel things his mother wore -- but it wasn't. It was a tiny, pink, silk thing – saturated with lace and ribbons. When he had pulled the nightie out of the bag, a pair of matching panties and a bra had fellen out. There were also two things that could only be falsies that he imagined he had to stick in the bra.
An image of his mother telling him to do whatever the girls told him to do flickered through his head. Of more importance to Carter, was the fact that his position as an auxiliary cheerleader was cementing his sister's future on the squad.
He sighed and removed all of his clothing. He slid the panties up his freshly shaved legs and tucked-in his still raging hard-on. His arms could feel where Stephanie's fingernails had traced their affection. Her perfume lingered in his nostrils and mixed with the feminine scent coming from his own body. Carter wasn't unfamiliar with masturbation, and he longed for the relief it offered. He dared not, not knowing how long Stephanie would wait patiently in the hall.
"Do you need me in there?" Obviously she wouldn't wait long.
"I'm trying to figure out how to work this --- this ---."
"It's a bra, Carter. Pull it around you - right-side up - and then hook it in front. Then pull it around to the locked and upright position, and put your arms through the straps. The inserts go in the cups. Once you have your nightie on, I'll come in and help your adjust everything."
Carter struggled to do what she had commanded. After a few moments of self-humiliation he called out to her. He should have been thankful, he thought. They could have made him strip and dress in front everyone. They had spared him at least that embarrassment. "I'm ready."
The door opened. Stephanie had changed into a nightie that barely covered her. She obviously was wearing nothing else. Her breasts were spilling out of its top.
"You look fabulous," Stephanie said. "You'll fit right in. Everyone's going to just love you." Stephanie reached inside his babydoll top and pulled at the bra here and there, until it seemed to fit him like a glove. A glove filled with his faux tits. Tits that Stephanie had to reverse, as he had put them in the wrong cups. In the process, Stephanie's hands ran across his erect nipples causing Carter's knees to slightly buckle. "You're lucky to be so well-endowed."
Then she took him by the hand, "Let's show them what a wonderful little friend you can be. For tonight you're to be as much like a Benfield cheerleader as possible. Do you understand?" He nodded. "Sit like a girl, walk like a girl, talk like a girl, etc., etc. Got it?' Again he nodded. "Good, you'll love being one of us!"
She squeezed his hand and walked him out the door and down the hall. When they arrived in the living room Carter was greeted by a harem. All the girls were dressed in revealing nighties. There were erect nipples everywhere he looked.
Stephanie plopped down on a large floor pillow and patted the floor next to her. As Carter eased himself to the floor his penis sprung free. Red-faced, he pushed it back into his panties. "Unhhh." He had caused himself pain trying to protect his modesty.
"Carter needs a role-model to show him what we mean by cheerleader obedience," Stephanie said, her mild rebuke sounded like a death sentence to him. "Lee Anne, help Carter become more comfortable."
Lee Anne immediately rose from her pillow ten feet from them and came toward Carter. "Right here in front of everyone?" Lee Anne asked quietly. There was no hint of objection in her voice. She was asking only for clarification.
"Take him into my bedroom," Stephanie said. "We won't re-start the meeting again until you come out." Stephanie had placed unnatural emphasis on the word "come".
As soon as they were in Stephanie's bedroom, Lee Anne gently shoved Carter so that he was sitting on the bed facing her. She fell to her knees in front of him and freed his penis from its silken prison. Before he knew it, she was licking him as if his joystick had been covered with the finest chocolate. Nothing in his life had prepared him for what she was doing. Suddenly her head was bobbing and his lower body was on fire. Within what seemed like seconds, he was exploding into her mouth. She continued to milk him until he was totally spent. He fell back onto the bed utterly and completely flabbergasted by his good fortune. Lee Anne swallowed, licked her lips, wiped him with a tissue, and tucked his now shriveled penis into his panties.
Chapter Four
Transformation Station, what's your function?
"I want to kiss you," Lee Anne said, "You're a real doll and I'd love to make out with you, but we aren't supposed to." She smiled at him, as if giving him head was the greatest privilege she had ever experienced. Then she reached with both hands and pulled him up off the bed and into her arms. "Nothing says I can't hug you. You're going to make all of us very happy, you know." Their hug lasted for several seconds. Then she took his hands and gently led him back to the living room.
He was getting used to having beautiful girls holding his hands, which was good, because the girls had decided they should do each others' nails. Jen teamed-up with him. They were soon giggling together at his amateurish attempt. She had him work on her toenails first. He had to start over several times before he got the hang of the tiny brush. He was able to work on her fingernails without mishap. After he did her last nail, Jen had everyone admire what he had done. Lee Anne, who had re-applied deep red lipstick to her marvelous mouth, winked, and then told him he could do her anytime.
"What color do you want yours?" Jen asked.
"Color?"
"Do you prefer Passion Blush?" She held up a small bottle containing a brilliant-pink liquid. "Or, is my lady seeing herself in Really, Really Red." That bottle was the color of a fire truck.
"My nails aren't long enough to be painted." Carter had just about had enough. In a way he wanted to please the girls who were being so nice to him, but enough was enough. There was a matter of dignity to be considered, even if he was dressed in panties, a bra, and a nightie.
"Of course, your nails aren't long enough," Jen said. "That's why I brought these." She pulled out a set of acrylic nails. "Which color?"
At that moment Stephanie appeared beside Carter and whispered in his ear, "Think of Rachel."
"My sister normally uses pink, if she uses any polish at all," he said, having taken only a second to place Rachel's goals above his need to validate his masculinity.
"Passion pink it is. Give me your foot."
Jen's soft hands tickled as she settled his foot in front of her and started preparing his toes. She worked on his cuticle explaining to him what she was doing and how he needed to take better care of his feet and nails. Carter had to look over and around the mounds on his chest, which seemed larger than those on the girls. As she finished his first foot Carter noticed how feminine it looked. It was as if Rachel's feet had suddenly been attached to his body. Actually his feet seemed quite at home at the end of his shaven and feminine legs.
Stephanie hovered nearby, constantly giving him helpful hints about appropriate posture, voice, and vocabulary.
Jen moved from his finished toes to his hands, attaching the nail extensions with special glue. Before long, Rachel's hands were at the end of Carter's arms. The smells of the polish and the other lotions Jen had used were so completely feminine that he was awash with sexual delight. Once again, his penis bulged within his panties.
Stephanie noticed. "Tammy, our little Carter needs to be made comfy, again." Tammy sprang to his side and pulled him to the bedroom.
Her technique was much different than Lee Anne's, but the results were the same. Fantastic. She also declared her sorrow at not being able to kiss him. Instead, she spent a few minutes rubbing a sweet-smelling body lotion into his arms and legs.
When they returned to the living room, the bottles of polish had been replaced by hairbrushes, curling irons, and various hair clips. The girls were trying out new looks on each other.
"I finally get to have fun with you," Sandra said. Sandra's breasts were as big as Carters. Her voice was so low and required so much breath that her chest heaved with every word. It was fun talking to her -- no matter what she said. "You can start by brushing my hair one hundred strokes. Take your time; pull the brush through completely from my scalp to the end."
Carter had never imagined that brushing a girl's hair could be so sensual. He purposely miscounted so that he could give her hair an additional twenty caresses with his brush.
"Now yours," she said. Carter's shoulder-length hair was tied low at the back. Sandra released the scrunchie that had held it in a male ponytail. "Your hair's lovely. It's so full and has nice, natural body." She took at least ten minutes brushing his hair. The girls weren't in any hurry, as they had all night. Every few seconds she found a need to breathe in his ears while positioning her quite visible breasts inches from his eyes. She let her hands glide over his body. "Your hair has been cut to one length."
"My mom cuts it when the ends get split."
"It's so wavy. Let's try putting it half up." Using a comb and hair spray she teased his hair and piled a portion of it on his head while letting the rest hang down. The spray made his hair smell like jasmine. "You look darling."
All the girls crowded around proclaiming their heartfelt jealousy. They all wished their hair could look so good in such a simple style.
"You could go to the prom with your hair like that," Stephanie whispered in his ear. "All you need is a white lily to pin amongst your curls."
Carter didn't know what to say. He hadn't seen himself and was sure that they were making fun of him. He remembered what Stephanie said about acting like a girl at all times and did his best to comply. He gushed his thanks to Sandra, who hugged him for several seconds.
"Have you ever had a makeover, Carleen?" Megan asked.
"Carleen?" That was it. They had pushed the envelope too far.
Chapter Five
The reason there are so few female politicians is that it's so much trouble to put makeup on two faces.
"Oh! Carleen's such a lovely name," Stephanie said. "Did you just think of it, Megan? Carleen is the perfect name for Rachel's twin." Carter's head snapped at the sound of his sister's name. He knew his duty, and would pose no further objections.
"Doesn't she look like a Carleen?" Megan asked. All the girls cooed their agreement. She was now Carleen; Carter was a thing of the past.
"She'll look more like a Carleen after you're done fixing her makeup," Lee Anne said. "I think you need to use blusher here and here." Lee Anne pointed to two spots on Carleen's now scarlet face.
Megan stuck out her tongue at Lee Anne. "You know about as much about makeup as I do about shining a man's knob. We all have our special talents. You girls leave Carleen to me and I'll have her pretty as can be in no time." The girls had gathered around and gave no indication whatsoever of leaving "Carleen" to Megan. "Carleen, let's go back into Steph's bedroom. I can't do your face properly in front of a crowd."
Carter was led by his femme hands down the hall and then made to sit on a small bench in Stephanie's bedroom. Carter, who was now officially Carleen, was covered with a white cloth to protect "her" nightie.
Megan had decided to go with full nighttime, formal makeup. It wasn't a look Carleen would use to go to school, but it was meant to give her the confidence she would soon need.
Carleen had few facial flaws, if any. Megan thought she needed to expose Carleen's eyes and downplay her nose. She had great cheekbones and a well-shaped mouth. Her pores weren't a problem – overall she had a complexion that didn't need a whole lot of makeup. She was remarkably lovely just the way she was.
"The idea of makeup is to make every girl look as young as possible. You and I don't really need to look any younger than we are," Megan said. "Makeup is only used to add interest to our faces. Older girls, like our moms aren't so young as they are painted." Carleen listened intently, seemingly memorizing every word.
Megan used a sheer foundation. Carleen had almost no facial hair, just a little fuzz on her upper lip that they would attend to at another time. Megan used a darker shade around Carleen's nose to make it look smaller.
Carleen's eyes called out to Megan. They were enchanting and begged to be even more expressive. Eyes were kind of Megan's thing. Carleen's eyes were a little small for Megan's tastes. They had heavy contour and small lid areas.
Megan's focus would be on keeping the eye open – not too much makeup and lighter colors. She deepened the socket line with a darker brown shadow, then lined the outer corner of the top lid and smudged it away to nothing beyond the center of the eye. The next step was to soften the contour with a mushroom shadow – using a slight shimmer to open the eye further. A light ochre shadow on the inner corner of the eye as a highlight also helped. She used the same dark brown liner on the lower rim's outer edge, smudging it toward the inner corner; and a cream shadow to highlight the brow bone.
To deepen her eyes, she used a pink-based, mid-brown shadow on the outer corner of the eye and light ochre to frame the lower rim colors. She worked with her face almost pressing into Carleen's. The warmth from Megan's breath worked its way through Carleen's body to settle in her loins. The soft strokes from Megan's brushes and cotton swabs, combined with the delicate aromas from the makeup further led Carleen into the sensuous wonders of her new life.
Megan put loads of mascara on the top lashes. Carleen held her face at a sweet angle as she brushed it on. Megan could see that Carleen was fearful that she would be poked in her eye, or maybe she was afraid that she wouldn't look just right. Megan put just a light coating on her bottom lashes for symmetry.
She finished by plucking a few errant eyebrows and those closest to the eye – maybe a dozen or so on each - and darkening what was left to a dark-blonde. Megan filled in above her natural brow with a pencil to give her a look of awareness. Carleen looked mildly upset, so Megan assured her she was taking so few no one would ever notice. At that moment, Carleen couldn't have cared less.
Megan had her pucker her lips. Judging by how Carleen held her head and her closed eyes, Megan suspected she thought she was going to be kissed. Instead, Megan outlined her lips with her deepest red pencil. Using a trick she had learned from watching MTV, she put a tiny amount of gloss on her lips and then brushed them with a dark blue eye shadow and a brick blush. It had created a deep, deep red luster, which Megan accentuated by applying a clear balm to her upper lip. From experience, she knew it would be exceptionally long-lasting. Parts of Carleen were taking on semi-permanency.
She used two different-sized brushes to get her blush just so, and then feathered everything with a setting powder.
Next came the jewelry. It wasn't high quality, nothing Megan would ever wear, but serviceable. Carleen's hands were tiny enough to make putting on solid bracelets easy - three on the right and one on the left. Megan chose dangly, freshwater pearl, clip-on earrings to match her pink nightie.
As she was finishing, Stephanie came in. She didn't knock, nor did she show any surprise at how Carleen looked.
"Carleen, I found this old cosmetic case in my closet. I don't use it any more. You'll need something so all your things don't get spoiled. All the cosmetics you see are yours to keep. Megan, you've done a fabulous job with her face, she looks divine."
Carleen's felt feminine elation when Stephanie said "divine", having fully embraced her new gender.
"I also found a few slacks and blouses that you might feel comfortable wearing. I haven't worn them in years - I'm sure they'll fit you. You and I are almost exactly the same size.
Stephanie held them up for inspection. The pants were navy and black and were stretch - made of rayon, polyester, and spandex. There were six blouses in a variety of colors. They all were form-fitting and a little daring, but very Ann Taylor.
One was a blue-striped, wrap silhouette blouse that had been very sexy on Stephanie, or so Carleen had thought when she had seen her wear it. There were two square neck sweaters ... that would certainly emphasize Carleen's bust. Stephanie had brought them in, in a box along with belts and scarves to match. At the bottom of the box was a dark teal A-line dress. It was a slightly stretchy blend of acetate. It would float around Carleen as she walked. Like most of Stephanie's clothes, it was simple and elegant.
Steph kept up a stream of womanly advice. Carleen respectfully listened to her, not asking any questions or betraying what she was thinking other than to do some restless fidgeting. She slid back and forth on the bench feeling the silkiness of her panties. Obviously the hazing was to go beyond one night; a prospect Carleen was finding more and more exhilarating.
Carleen had developed another very unladylike tent below her waist. Stephanie pointed it out to Megan, "Take care of that," Steph ordered.
"Stephanie, we'll be done in about fifteen minutes. I'll bring Carleen out, once I get her feeling cozy, again." Carleen had become more and more appealing to Megan as they had gone through the process of feminization. At the moment Megan thought Carleen was HOT. After Stephanie left the room, Megan showed Carleen a third, but very effective method, for bringing a boy to a climax.
Megan had been modest in the self-evaluation of her "knob shining" skills.
Before they left the bedroom, Megan placed a gold medallion around Carleen's graceful neck. The medallion reacted to Carleen's body heat and made a clicking sound that activated a short misting. The new aroma was not only romantic, but also made her very, very attractive to any male who would come within ten feet.
Chapter Six
The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
"Girls," Lee Anne said, "I have bad news." They were all snug again sitting in a circle on the floor pillows. Carleen was doing her best to sit with her legs under her, like all the rest of the girls. "As you all know, Stephanie asked me to make Cameron 'comfy'. I was the third one of us that tried. I'm sorry to report that I failed as miserably as Megan and Tammy had." The girls all groaned, as if they were hearing about it for the first time.
Comfy? Carleen wondered if Lee Anne could possibly be talking about what Carleen thought she was talking about?
Lee Anne was sitting right next to Carleen and reached over inviting Carleen to rest her head on her breasts as she went on with her report. "As you girls know, Cameron is the only senior football player that we've failed to make comfortable. If we don't figure out a way to help Cameron, the football season will be a disaster."
Leaning back into Lee Anne's ample bosom, Carleen could see the sad faces of every other cheerleader. It was indeed a situation of some enormity.
"I'm new at this," Carleen said, stating the obvious in an effort to bond, "but isn't Cameron good-looking?" Cameron was by far Carter's favorite senior. Cameron would actually stop and talk to him in the halls.
"He's a stud-muffin," Tammy sighed, "but he's also an enigma," Tammy used a word that proved that not all cheerleaders have empty heads.
"A puzzle," Megan echoed.
"A conundrum," Greta added, seeing Tammy's 'enigma' and raising it a thesaurus or two.
"A riddle," Stephanie said, speaking for the rest of the girls. "Carleen -- girls don't say 'good-looking'. They say 'cute'. Try saying, 'Cameron's cute.' "
"Cameron Rice is cute," Carleen said. "Cameron Rice is cute," she said again with more feminine timbre. "Cameron Rice is cute," she said, as if her panties were damp just thinking about him. In fact, thinking about Cameron from her new perspective had caused a stirring in her panties. Carleen blushed in realization of how she felt.
For the next ten minutes, Stephanie and the other cheerleaders explained the long-standing Benfield tradition of spreading good cheer throughout the football teams' seniors. As their story proceeded, the frustration in their voices and their longing for the opportunity to cheer on television in November made Carleen's heart ache.
"If only there was something I could do," Carleen said, with just the proper degree of heartfelt longing in her sweet, high-pitched, and breathy voice. Her medallion released another small puff of Heavenly and pheromone. Her mind was clouded with images of raw sex. She was unable to summon a clear mental picture of a sexual target, but lusted nonetheless.
"If only," Lee Anne said and kissed the top of Carleen's coiffed head. Lee Anne slid her hand inside Carleen's bra and played with an erect nipple. Carleen was squirming inside her silky nightie and panties; feeling exquisite pleasure. If only her ersatz breasts were real so that Lee Anne could fully enjoy them.
"I heard a rumor just yesterday," Greta said. Greta told her squadmates of her theories about Cameron's sexuality, as if she hadn't already been through it all before. "It's possible that Cameron has a latent homosexuality that is preventing us from bringing him satisfaction. If only we knew of a boy who was in his heart, really a girl. Someone everyone in school doesn't know as being gay. Someone who would be willing to help us."
Carleen tried to picture someone at Benfield who fit that description. Everyone he imagined was as gay as a yuletide log. Where would they ever find a sweet transvestite who would take a jump to the left for Benfield? Where would they find someone who would make the blond, tanned, luscious Cameron comfortable?
Carleen stood and looked each and every cheerleader in the eye, "I pledge to you, my sisters, that I will not rest until I find such a boy." All the cheerleaders sprang to their tiny feet and gathered for a group hug, to thank Carleen for the fervor and sentiment of her vow.
Stephanie stepped to the floor-to-ceiling mirror that was still covered and pulled the sheet aside. There, facing Carleen was the object of Cameron's dreams. Carleen gasped and then accepted her captivating future. "I'll do him!" The ban was lifted on kissing, as the girls swept Carleen into their arms.
Chapter Seven
Change is inevitable. In a progressive country, change is constant.
"Hi Mom!" Mrs. Braun's heart leapt to her mouth as her eyes were mesmerized by the image of her two daughters beaming and waving their pon-poms to her via the magic of television. The cameras loved the identical beauties. The twins, who had always been close, had grown to become one almost indistinguishable person. Could a mother be more proud? She had dreamt for years of having one daughter become a varsity cheerleader. Could anyone imagine having two daughters become full varsity cheerleaders during their freshmen year? Omigoodness! They would be cheerleaders every day for the next three and a half years. It would be the happiest time of their lives.
That morning, before the girls had gone to the game in Stephanie's car, she had helped Rachel and Carleen with their hair and makeup. They had left their home the picture of cheerleading excellence. Their minuscule, pleated skirts framed their long, stockinged legs like masterpieces hanging in the Louvre.
There were times Mrs. Braun thought Carleen attracted too much admiration. She used a little too much Heavenly; the boys seemed to be flocking to her like bees to honey. Once Mrs. Braun had finally cut the umbilicals, and allowed them to date, they hardly had a night to themselves. Mrs. Braun had even gone into the bedroom Carleen shared with Rachel to find Carleen's Heavenly. Her purpose was to hide it, but she couldn't find the bottle.
The clothes Stephanie had first given to Carleen had been especially selected to appeal to Cameron's taste. Once the deed had been done with him, the girls took Carleen shopping and bought her a more age-specific wardrobe, starting with short skirts to take advantage of her delicious legs. Carleen and Rachel soon were shopping every weekend.
It had all happened so fast. Carleen had come home from her first cheerleader overnight a new person. She was so directed -- so determined to be true to herself. Her skin had a shine to it that morning that spoke of a new maturity.
And the news that she had brought that day!
The cheerleading squad had voted unanimously to expand their membership to twelve, immediately adding Rachel and Carleen as full-fledged, varsity cheerleaders. Awesome! What a day for the Braun household! What a coup!
The administration at Benfield had yielded to the size of the donation she had made to their endowment fund. The staff was called in and directed to make sure Carleen was given every opportunity to experience a side of herself that had long been denied.
Carleen's modified life took some doing, but what's money for? A sympathetic psychiatrist teamed with a surgeon, to work miracles -- practically overnight. In addition to helping Carleen's psyche re-form, they augmented her chest development, allowing her to match her twin.
It hadn't all been roses. At first, there had been some hostility from the boys at school. Carleen won them over one-by-one as they came forward to challenge her right to express her true gender. It was as if she had a supernatural ability to change minds with her dazzling smile. They only had to get close to her - for their anger to be redirected toward much more positive tones of lasting friendship. Many became ardent admires, especially those seniors that played football.
Carleen had told her mother that she had made it her goal to make every boy in school "comfortable". The grin on her face when she had told Mrs. Braun of her ambition spoke of an inner confidence that would not be denied.
At first, it had seemed that Carleen was destined to exclusively date the quarterback. For a while, they had gone everywhere together, but in a strange twist a fate, he had openly declared himself to be a homosexual. Strangely, his announcement had not upset Carleen. It was if she had known all along and was there to help Cameron down the road he had chosen.
Carleen had received as good as she gave to Cameron. He had introduced her to different ways to enjoy one another. Cameron was Greek and analytical. His prior disappointment to the other cheerleaders was no disappointment for Carleen.
Stephanie and Carleen spent many nights having sleepovers at each other's houses, although sleep was hardly part of their nights. They did everything imaginable with each other; and they enjoyed active and bountiful imaginations. Stephanie's parents knew about Carleen's past and were pleased that their daughter had such a unique and interesting friend.
Billie's mother's company marketed their pheromone medallion to wives with straying husbands. The called it the Cana Solidifier and sold two million units in the U.S. alone, to very satisfied customers. Men were amazed that so many women would want to wear the same kind of jewelry. They were also astounded at how appealing it made their wives look.
Mrs. Braun's TV blared after Benfield ran for a field goal or some such thing; winning the game. The song that poured from the TV flooded Mrs. Braun's heart.
Sing a song of Benfield High!
Sing 'til the rafters ring.
Stand and make a cheer once again,
Let all her loyal fans now sing.
U – Rah - Rah.
With her dream fulfilled, Mrs. Braun's mind opened to allowing Rachel to play soccer instead of cheering. There was always Carleen to carry on.
There must have been some magic in the air around Benfield Academy. Everything was as it should be. Would Mrs. Braun's son ever return? Probably not --- his father hadn't.
The End
Thank you to Geoff for your wonderful editing, again.
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