Inspired by the Deane Chris caption.

 

I'm Not Cut Out To Be A Cheerleader

by

Paul G Jutras

 

As Roger Myers messed up a three point kick, Deane managed to get the ball and ran with it. Philip and worked Raymond worked block against the enemy team for the final touchdown of the game.

"Way to go, dear." Coach Jane said as she stood on the side lines in her green skirt suit and black knee high leather boots. "Deane, you're the best member on the team."

"Thanks coach." Deane smiled as his team mates carried him off the field and into the locker room. Coach Jane noticed Roger staying behind and trying to score a date with the head cheerleader. She also saw that when Amy refused a date, he slapped and stormed into the locker room.

When Jane walked into the room the guys were in a variety of stages of dress. Some only had on towels to cover while others were partly dressed in their street clothes. "Roger." Jane called out. "I think we need to have a little talk."

"Can't it wait a few moments?" Roger asked as he walked out of the shower completely naked. Knowing that the coach use to be a man he had no more problem being seen naked in front of Jane as the cheerleaders who just considered her one of the girls.

"I'm sorry Roger. We're half way through the season and you don't seem to be any closer to improving, girlfriend." Jane said as she reached into her purse and pulled out an old talisman. "I've also talk to your parents about the miss practices and the fact you've been stealing from your classmate lockers."

"What's that rock for?" Roger asked. The only thing he did know was that whatever the talisman was for, it wasn't going to be any good to him. As a ray shot out of the medallion, Roger suddenly felt both dizzy and weak. He had no choice but to sit down on one of the locker room benches in order to keep from falling over. "My muscles feel like Jell-o."

"That's only the start of things." Jane smiled. "As you know, I use to be a guy. Thanks to this artifact, I'm a real woman instead of a cross dresser as you soon will be to."

"What?" Roger said as his voice pitch grew higher in pitch. A pitch that grew higher as he screamed at the sight of his nipples swelling like two basketballs being filled with air by a tire pump. He braced his feet up against the locker doors and covered his new breasts and vagina as best as possible. "This can't be happening."

"If you can't be man enough to face up to your crimes or make your parents proud of you on the football field, then maybe you can make them proud of you off the football field." Jane said with a smile. "Go ahead and open you locker."

"No!" Roger screamed as he saw a white and red cheerleader outfit and a pair of pom-poms in the locker. "But I'm not cut out to be a cheerleader."

"I'm sure you'll get the hand of it, Trish." Jane said as she watched Roger slip into the outfit just to keep the guys from staring at his new naked body. "By the way, Trish is your new name. After we walk out of the locker room together only your parents, you and I will ever remember you were ever a man. Just like everyone I know thinks I just had an operation and not become the real thing by magic."

"Everyone will think I had a sex change operation?" The new Trish asked as she found her new bouncing breasts disturbing.

"Sorry, but no," said Jane. "I worked my spell that way so that the principal or students wouldn't have a problem with me being in either locker room or keeping my job as coach. You on the other hand will have everyone believe you were born female."

"Then I'll just live here in the locker room so they won't forget." Trish declared.

"I'm sure the guys would just love that." Jane snickered as she noticed that Philip got a hard on at how Trish filled out the uniform.

"I think I've changed my mind." Trish led the way out. She didn't like the idea of living the rest of her life as a woman, but liked the idea of being raped less. The last thing she needed was to get pregnant.

"There you are Trish." Amy called over from the rest of the cheerleading quad. "You won our bet to go into the men's locker room while they where showering. I didn't think you'd have the guts, girlfriend."

"Why do you go and change clothes, Trish." Jane smiled. "I can drop you and the squad off at your homes on the way to mine."

Trish went into the locker room and found the one with her new female name on. When she opened it, she let out a sigh as she pulled out a pink tank top with bare midriff, a pink skirt and pink sandals with an obvious feminine heel to it. Even her bra and panties were a matching shade of pink. "Great." The old Roger moaned inside the petite frame. "Pink"

 

"You know pink has always been your favorite color" Amy said as she pulled off her cheerleading top. Even though Trish was no longer Roger and couldn't get a hard on any longer she expected to at least get wet at the sight of the cheer squad getting changed in front of her. With no type of response, she sighed with disappointment and took a shower with the other girls.

As she got dress it was as if a control force took over her hands as she put on her bra with ease. The same kind type of seemed control showed itself as she slipped into Jane's car in a most lady like manner. Lucky for Trish she was the last cheerleader to be dropped off.

"Jane, what's going on?" Trish asked.

"What do you mean, dear?" Jane asked.

"I still think like a boy, but this body put on a bra and got into the car like it had a mind all its own." Trish said as Roger/ Trish's parents stood on the porch to greet their new daughter.

"All part of the spell." Jane smiled. "Would do to have you make a fool of yourself in public for not unknowing simply things like putting on a bra or make up. Soon doing the stuff will be come second nature and the spell's power won't be needed."

"But I'll always remember who I was?" Trish asked.

"Memories are one of the most important of all gifts given to human beings." Jane pointed out. "I'd never do anything to take that gift away from you or your family. Up to this point you and your family have memories of both your male past and your female past. It wouldn't do for you to run into one of Trish's friends that Roger never gave the time of day."

"I don't remember anything about being a girl." Trish replied.

"The memories will come only when you need them." Jane replied before leaving. As Trish turned toward her parents she felt tears weld up inside. Unlike Roger would be, Trish was truly sorry for the trouble she had caused her parents.

"There, there." Mrs. Myers said as she comforted her new daughter. "Everything will be fine now. Let's get you up to your room so you can start you homework like a good little girl."

"Yes mom." Trish said between sniffles. As she reached her bedroom the old Roger deep inside wanted to gag. The walls, rug and even the furniture were all pink. The only thing that different seem pink in the endless sea was the large army of stuff animals that Trish had remembered collecting since childhood.

 

"I guess this is my life now." Trish sat down at her desk, crossed her ankles and started to work on her home work. As Roger, she had always hated home and waited till the last minute to even start. As Trish; however, something deep inside her compelled her to do her homework right off. The spell was making her be a good girl despite he she'd rather act.

"I wonder what else if different." Trish though as she finished her homework and turned on her computer. As she checked her book marked sites, she noticed that Crystal's story site and Fiction mania were no longer booked marked. Neither were the sites about women being turned into mannequins, wind up dolls or love dolls. In their place were sites about cheer leading, boy bands and other hunky guys.

"That Brad guy is cute." Trish caught herself thinking as she checked out her new saved sites. "No! The spell is making me think these things."

"Are you getting ready yet honey?" Mrs. Myers asked as she knocked on her daughter bed room door. Trish looked up with a puzzled look as she tried to remember what she needed to be ready for.

"While you were changing out of your uniform your former coach set things up for you to have a date with Philip." Mrs. Myers smiled. "She remembered how attractive to you he was when you were first changed."

"What do I wear?" Trish blurted out before she could stop herself. Her mother just smiled and walked to her daughter closet to help her pick something out for her first date as a woman.

As Trish took her skirt off; her mother glanced down the spots on her pants. "It looks like you're started to have your first period." She smiled as she handed her daughter a diaphragm to stick inside her. "I'm out of condoms but this should work if you're going to have sex."

Trish couldn't even describe how it felt to have such a thing inside of her. As the spell took over she had no problem changing in a pair of black blouse and ankle strap spike heel shoes with a gray skirt and blazer. Her mother loaned her a lovely necklace and stepped back to look at her appearance. "At least we don't need to get your ears pierced."

"Wonderful." Roger's thoughts were sarcastic as Trish just smiled and nodded in agreement. "This nightmare just gets better and better."

Philip and Trish went out to dinner where Trish found it much more comfortable to sit with her legs crossed high on thigh than as a man. Especially with her legs under the table which use to be always hard to do. Dancing on the other hand wasn't as easy. Her pinched toes soon felt the pain all those who broke in a new pair of high heels felt.

"Are you okay?" Philip asked. He couldn't help looking at her breasts. "I want you to be able to go out me to the school Super bowl dance party at the pier."

"I'm fine." Trish lied. As she returned to the table, she slipped her shoes off and felt the relief from her feet through out her body. As she looked across at Philip part of her couldn't help but wanting to jump his bones.

She found herself moving her foot up his pant leg and felt Philip get hard as her stocking foot played with his crotch. She couldn't bring herself from saying no as they took a drive up to look out point. She was glad that her mother suggested protection. Though as full as she felt between her legs, she couldn't image the pain of being penetrated for the first time by a man.

"I see you had a good time." Mrs. Myers smiled when her daughter walked into the house only half dressed. Inside Trish's head, Roger could help but wonder if her mother with her knowledge of her daughter; once being her child, got some pleasure in her current suffering.

That night Trish had a strange dream of being a love doll. Her skin was glossy vinyl latex with no blemishes. A glassy expression in her eyes fixed and no visible teeth in her air filled body. As an immobile doll she was made love to by Philip in a way she never thought possible. Especially with her anus, pussy and mouth wide open in an oval shape for his use.

Trish woke scream in the mist of an orgasm. As her eyes view the poster sister photo of Philip on the wall her scream moved to a wail of terror until she fully woke herself up and her mom entered the room.

"You okay, honey?" Mrs. Myers asked.

"It's well.." Trish wasn't sure how to explain her dream.

"I know." Mrs. Myers smiled. "When Jane talked to me about changing you she also told me how you treated the cheerleaders you dated like sex toys. I thought at least one dream about being on the other end of such a fantasy would a good added punishment."

"The guys say you went out with Philip last night." Amy said as she made sure her skirt didn't ride up during the stretching exercises of after school cheerleading practice.

"It was a night of magic." Trish smiled as they got to their feet. Trish then remembered that riding a bike to school in a skirt was like magic to her new body just as well. "He was a real gentleman at dinner and not so a gentlemen in his car afterwards."

"You go girl." Monica chuckled as the cheerleading captain started them off in their practice routine of flips, tumbles and jumps. She was reminded of how much her bra straps dug into her shoulder when the added knees of the human pyramid added to her pain.

"Trish dear." Mrs. Myers called from her car in the parking lot. I was off to the super market and thought I'd swing by to pick you up. That way we can do the shopping together like you love."

"You'll make some man such a great homemaker." Amy giggled as Trish went to the locker room to show and change into a skimpy shoulder strap dress that just reached her hips before heading off to the supermarket. She was surprise that her mother would be wearing pink male style pajama bottom and bedroom slippers with her black sweater. Somehow in her mind, she recalled seeing other women in the supermarket in bedroom slippers before.

Saturday afternoon came. After an exhausting morning of helping her mother clean house, Mrs. Myers took off for some quality time together. One would almost think they were sisters with Mrs. Myers in a green tank top, black slacks and beach flips flops while Trish wore a pink tank top and skirt and beach flip flops.

"Why do I have to wear a skirt while you were pants?" Trish complained.

"You new body may have new memories of wearing skirts and dresses since being a little girl, but the part of you that is still Roger needs to get use to wearing them." Mrs. Myers insisted.

"This skirt is so short that I should at least be wearing a pair of hose underneath." Trish said as a breeze caused it to ride up. Trish stopped in her tracks and held the skirt down until the breeze past.

"When we get started you'll be glad I talk you out of wearing the nylons." Mrs. Myers snickered as if she knew something her little cheerleader didn't.

"Greetings, Mrs. Myers." Mrs. Prince said with a smile. "Good to see you and your daughter again."

"Thanks." Trish smile. The part of her that was Roger had never seen the woman before, but the programmed memories that were Trish knew her all her life. "Ready to start whenever you are."

"Great." Mrs. Prince said. "Just go get undress and we'll start on you leg and bikini wax. "I know how Trish wants perfect looking legs for cheering Philip on at the games."

Trish couldn't image anything more painful when the wax job was done. Once she was bathed in the personal attention of feminine care of having his nails and hair done, the former Roger couldn't imagine anything being more relaxing.

"Take care now." Mrs. Prince said as she let the two beauties back into the world and their next stop being the dress shop.

"Women clothes are so expensive." Trish thought to herself as the dresses she liked to wear to the coming dance ran between $300 and $500. After Trish was force to put on a mini fashion show for her mom, they both settled on a dress that ran $450.

A week later Sunday came and Trish's period was over. She knew full well she could expect the same gift of womanhood to be delivered about the same time every month. She was just glad that she had time to get use to dancing as a woman instead of a man before she embarrassed herself before the whole school.

As she slipped on her white pantyhose over her legs she admired the way the color showed off her pink polish toes. She fussed with the bra straps and turned toward her closet. She pushed aside a green and black polka dot slip of a dress with spaghetti a side to find the outfit her mother bought her for the dress. Inside his head Roger's old soul hated Trish's new one for being filled with some many feelings and emotions.

Trish had just finished getting on her dress with the shoulder fringe when her dad walked in just in time to help her zip up the back. "I thought you'd like some last minute practice dancing with a man before having to dance before your new friends at school."

"That butterfly barrette is a nice touch in the hair." Mr. Myers said.

"Thanks." Trish tried not to sound pleased. "It was mom's idea."

Trish practice a few dance steps in her stocking feet and then reluctantly put on her heels when she heard Philips car horn from the driveway. She hurried downstairs, stopping just a minute at the wall mirror to make sure her hair and face looked just right. Inside her body, Roger couldn't believe how much she had changed in the short time since her transformation.

At the pier thing didn't go much as plan as she thought. Trish had hoped to save her feet the pain of dancing by getting to the bar's television for the 6pm kick off. She found all too quickly that her transformation into Trish had made her such a girly girl that she had no interest in watching sports on television anymore.

Bum out, Trish took her shoes off and took a walk along the sandy beach in her stocking feet. She now wish she had worn knee or thigh hi stockings since she knew that any of her nylons would only last a few wears before they run and have to get replaced.

"Is something wrong?" asked Philip as he came up behind Trish and put his arms around her.

"Aren't you missing your game?" Trish asked. She tried to hide her tears from Philip.

"What kind of guy do you think I am?" Philip asked. "You think I'd put football ahead of my girlfriend? I'd rather be with you."

"You mean that?" Trish asked as she turned and face him. He just nodded as the two danced the glow of the moon that reflected on the surface of the ocean. I more romantic dance arena Trish couldn't of asked for.

Time and school went by. Being a year behind Amy, Trish had taken Amy's place as squad captain on her graduation year. After awhile Philip got down on one knee and asked Trish to marry him.

Philip looked great in his tux as Trish did in her white gown and matching shoes. She notice the sheer and color of her hose was such that you'd have to look real good for the almost invisible web appearance of her toes to notice she was wearing any stockings at all. With no objections, Trish removed her garter and tossed it for her bride maid and best friend Amy to catch. As the girls smiled at each other, the former Roger couldn't image how anyone could treat her as bad as the guy she used to be did.

I wasn't long after that Trish started to slowly forget that Roger ever existed outside of her nightmares. She was content with cooking and cleaning and being the perfect little brainwashed housewife. Just like the type of woman the former Roger always wanted to go out with. She was glad to please her husband and was happy when she learned that she was pregnant.

"Merry Christmas, dear" Mrs. Myers asked as she came to visit Trish one day when she was nine months pregnant. In her hands were boxes of Christmas decorations to help touch up the apartment. "How are you doing?" Trish of course now waddled like a duck and as painful on her legs as it was to stay standing, it was almost impossible to get out of a chair once she was sitting down. Her breasts ached as much as her back and her swelled ankles.

"As joyful as when you had me, I'm sure." Trish smiled. She took out of the box her old childhood stocking for the fireplace. Though with no name on the stocking, she couldn't recall whose memory it was from. Roger's or Trish's. "I want to thank you for changing me. As your son, I'd of never of know the power one gets by knowing that there is a life growing inside my own body."

"I think everything worked out best in the end my dear." Mrs. Myers agreed.

"Mom, I think you stopped by just in time." Trish said as she felt a pain worst than her period cramps. Her mother rushed to her just as her water burst and helped her over to the station wagon.

"Don't worry dear." Mrs. Myers said. "I'll get you to the hospital. I can use the cell phone to page Dr. Jillian."

Several hours later Trish gave birth to two healthy twin girls. Philip had gone with Dr. Jillian to clean the babies up while Trish recovered for the ordeal with her parents. "Are you alright dear? Mrs. Myers asked.

"Other than feeling like I tried to fart out two footballs, I'm fine mom." Trish smiled and Mr. and Mrs. Myers laughed.

"Guess they'll always be a little of Rogers sense of humor in her." Mr. Myers stated as the two give their daughter a hug and said that being grandparents made it the best Christmas present they could ask for,

 

THE END

 

 

 

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