A CD Cheerleader Experience

by GirlyCheerBoy~Kitten

 

I didn't know what it would feel like, but I had to find out. So, eagerly, on the morning my mother and father left for the trip I went for my stash. Secretly, for nearly a month, I had begun to collect clothing of various types, including panties and a cheerleading outfit. These were the favored items in the old dryer. I locked all the doors and pulled the shades down, to ensure no one could see inside the house. I snuck quietly to the basement, as if someone was around to hear me.

I opened the dryer and pulled out a collection of old curtains and sheets stored in there. Underneath was my stash. Lying there looking so innocent and tempting was the pink dress I had managed to buy at a yard sale just the week before. I pulled it out and sat it on a nearby coffee table. Looking back into the dryer I could see the cheerleading uniform, a simple black and white uniform of standard design (multi-panel pleated skirt (mostly black), sleeveless top with a diagonal white stripe, white leotard with long sleeves, and the sweater (a thick wool sweater that otherwise looked just like the top with the leotard on). I pulled the items out and sat them on top of the pink dress. Next I pulled out the several pairs of panties, most of them simple colors, but one was lace-covered and pink. It had trim on the waistband and leg holes, and had a red bow on the front. Small floral patterns were made faintly in the white fabric, a silk-like material. Just seeing them made me long to wear them.

I ripped my pants off, and blazed out of my underwear. In only a matter of a minute or two I was naked, and pulling on these lovely panties. They fit snuggly, but stretched just enough to be comfortable. I looked over at the table and saw the cheerleading uniform beckoning me. I grabbed the bloomers, the panty-like garment designed to hide girls' panties from showing. At the last second I stopped, and leaned into the dryer. I pulled out a pair of nude-tone pantyhose. I sat on the table's edge and carefully slipped them on, as I had seen in movies. These had once belonged to a woman I had babysat for.

I got curious late one night at the house after their son was asleep and snuck into her bedroom. She had so many pairs of these that I thought it harmless to take a few. In the end I only had the courage to steal one nude colored pair; though the opaque white ones appealed to me more. I grabbed the bloomers again and pulled them on. I felt their tightness before they were even pulled up all the way. I swished my legs back and forth, rubbing the soft nylon against the other leg. It felt amazing, so soft and yet somehow so containing and supporting. I grabbed the skirt and unhooked the clasp on the waist and unzipped the zipper. I stepped into it gently and pulled it up to m waist, then hooked the clasp back and zipped it up. It was snug on my waist, but loose everywhere else. I grabbed the shell and pulled it over my head. It fit like a glove, just barely overtaking the waist of the skirt. I raised my arms and bent to the sides and back, the top had just enough length to not expose my belly more than an inch, just like it did on the girls at school - with their much more refined and complicated uniform styles even!

I walked over to the mirror and looked in wonder at myself. I was standing there in a girl's cheerleading outfit, and I loved it. I turned left and right quickly watching, and feeling, the skirt dance back and forth across my legs, slowly lifting slightly higher revealing a little more of my thighs. I kicked my leg up high in the air and watched the skirt fly up to reveal my bare legs all they way to my bloomers. I turned sideways and looked at my long hair cascading down my back and smiled timidly, trying to look like a shy girl. I was ecstatic, something inside felt right - even though I was feeling apprehension like something was wrong too. I looked back at the pink dress on the table, the other panties, and the leotard. The leotard! I had forgotten to put it on too!

I walked to the table and looked over the leotard. It was long-sleeved and had a turtleneck. It had a zipper on the back that ran from the center of the back all the way up the collar (when it was folded down, which it was made to be and still be a turtleneck), it had three snaps in the center of the crotch. I unfastened the snaps and unzipped the back. Next I removed my shell and pulled the leotard over my head like a shirt. I stopped and reached up under the short skirt and pulled the bloomers down to my knees. They were still tight and pulled at my legs, so I let them buckle inward until my knees touched. I pulled slipped the leotard between the waist of the skirt and my body. Flipping the front panel of the skirt up with one hand I grabbed the leotard with the other.

I looked up at myself in the mirror. Here I was in a cheerleader's leotard, no shell, a skirt pulled up in front so my panties were exposed, and with my hands nearly fondling myself. My legs were pulled in at the knees, almost in a force girlishly shy position and I was wearing pantyhose. I imagined seeing the prettiest girls in the school cheerleading team just like this and suddenly my face went warm. I looked up and saw I was blushing. Without thinking I slammed the front of the skirt back down to cover my panties. I side-stepped out of the mirror into the hidden dryer's area of coverage (from the entire room) and finished. I pulled the front and back of the leotard together and had to fight with the snaps to get them to clasp, it's hard to snap something I couldn't see. I pulled my bloomers back up and then zipped up the leotard in back. Thankfully I was flexible enough to do this without much trouble. I pulled the shell top back over my head and adjusted it for comfort and then finally looked in the mirror. There looking back at me was a lovely vision of a cheerleader.

I felt a breeze from the cool room shoot up my legs and shivered. It was a rush of emotion and intense satisfaction, but also of cold air. I figured I'd need to wear something warmer, but I really didn't want to change. Then it dawned on me, exercise pants. Cheerleaders at my school always wore black (or complimenting) colors with their uniforms when it was cold. I ran upstairs and into my mother's closet. She had some stretch pants that should work. Sure enough I found some. I pulled them on and adjusted the foot strap to rest on the ball of my foot and stretched them up to my waist. They fit nicely, and showed off the slender shape of my legs. I was standing there admiring my legs and noticing how I almost had a female shape when the thought occurred to me to put on my shoes.

I walked to my mother's dresser and looked through her socks. I found what I was looking for, a pair of white socks with a thin black piping on the top, but each had a cute pair of black fuzz-balls hanging on the back. I slid the ankle socks on and looked in the mirror. They hid the footstraps of the stretch pants and seemed as if they were made for the outfit. I went into my room and grabbed my sneakers and sat on the bed. Crossing one leg I bent and put that shoe on. Watching in my closet door mirror as I finished, I playfully uncrossed my legs and swung my other leg up and over. I dropped my arms down on my knee at the elbow and let my chin fall to my palm and looked at the pose, so girlish it seemed natural... I giggled at my silly pose and fluid improv into it, and then tied my other shoe on.

I went to my dresser and dug out a hair clip I kept hidden. I had bought this one shortly after I had obtained this cheerleading uniform. It had a metal flat clip that would hold a ponytail, covering the small hair rubberband that kept the hair together. It was adorned with a large white ribbon. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, much higher than I usually wore it, like a girl would. I attached the hair clip with the ribbon on the ponytail after I had it tightened and placed well. I could see the bow hanging out from either side of my head in the mirror, even without turning! It was so cute, I felt so pretty and free. I pulled my arms back behind me and leaned forward slightly, swaying side to side as I saw shy girls do in school. I felt like someone else, someone I always wanted to be.

I wandered back into my parent's room again, this time I headed toward the bathroom. I pulled out some of my mother's makeup out of the drawer. I applied a blue eye shadow faintly on my eyes, eyeliner, mascara, blush (after a base and cover-up), and even lipstick. I had watched mom do this so many times, but it took me nearly an hour. I looked at myself in the mirror, I wasn't a girl I could tell and I was sure others would. But I didn't care. I was happy to be free to be like one, even if just for a short while!

  

  

  

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