The New Squad Member

by: Kelley Rigney

 

My name is Thomas Kelley Rigney. I live with my stepmother and her daughter in a little town in east TN. My father passed away a year ago from cancer and left my stepmother for 10 years as guardian. She was practically my mother since my biological mother ran out on my father when I was five and then he remarried shortly afterwards. Presently, I am 17 years of age, live with my stepmother whom I call mother, and my stepsister named Shelly. As for our relationship, we are a fairly close and loving family. However, like most any family, we find ourselves in spats.

To get to the point of this story, Shelly and I were constantly at each other. It's not that we clashed so vehemently with one another. It basically came down to the fact that we were of the opposite gender, same age, and same house. Ironically, most of our spats helped us grow closer. Although they seemed heated in the beginning, they usually ended for the best. About October of this past year Shelly and I got into an argument. Shelly and her teammates on the cheerleading squad had discussed trying to get me to join the basketball pep-squad. They really wanted me to be on the squad because of my gymnastic skills.

I had been participating in gymnastics for over 10 years now. I was strong, limber and very talented for a small-town gymnast. Since the high school didn't have a gymnastics team, they all figured I would jump at the chance to showcase my talents. Shelly proposed the idea to me one fateful Friday afternoon.

"No way!" I shouted back and laughing at the whole idea. "There's no way you could get me to join the cheerleading team!" When Shelly asked why, that's when I told her cheerleading was for girls, not for guys. I know there are male cheerleaders, but not in small-town farming communities! A guy cheerleader would most certainly be labeled a sissy and I had a hard enough time with being a gymnast who had to shave his legs for competitions. I think the only reason I was not picked on as much was because of my strength. Not many would want to tangle with me.

Going back to the argument: Shelly blew up, almost being in tears. She really wanted this bad. We argued back and forth for almost 30 minutes and we finally calmed down before it was time for me to leave for the football game. In the end, I hugged Shelly and told her that I would love to be on the team, but I couldn't...because I was a guy. As I was leaving, Shelly said she was sorry for getting so angry and that she would tell the others my decision tonight, which was, no, because I was a boy.

Shelly was having a few friends over for the night. Mother had agreed to let her have some friends over during the weekend while she was gone to her mother's. She had left early Friday morning and wouldn't be returning until Monday morning. I kind of liked the idea of being alone in the house for a weekend with five beautiful girls, all of which are on the basketball pep-squad. Even if one of them were my stepsister, it would still be great.

When I arrived at the stadium, it was pouring down rain. As much as I wanted to stay and watch some football, I wasn't going to sit in the heavy rain and watch our football team loose miserably to the number 1 team in the state. I decided to go home. At least there I could be in the house with Shelly's friends. When pulling up to the house, I noticed that all the lights were off. I swear I saw the lights on when I drove by on the road to pull into our neighborhood. All of Shelly's friends' cars were parked in the drive so I knew that they were home.

Wondering what was going on, and partially thinking that the electricity had gone off, or that they were playing a trick on me, I entered the darkened house slowly. I hollered for someone, but no one answered. All of a sudden the door slammed shut and I was tackled by at least three people! Struggling, I was no match to the three girls who were holding me down, and the two who were tying me up. Once restrained on the floor of our den, the lights came on and my sister and a host of her cheerleading friends smiling and laughing surrounded me. I was laid on my side in the middle of the den tightly hog-tied.

Shelly walked over to me saying, "I tried to get you to join the Cheerleading team the easy way, but now I guess you leave us no choice but to introduce you to the squad by our way."

"What do you mean, Shelly?" I asked with slight bit of anger. Shelly bent down next to me and said, "Let's just say, I'm taking you up on your word...KELLEY." Next thing I know, my clothes were being cut away. I couldn't fight back because I was tied up and when I tried to say something to make them stop, Jan stuffed a pair of panties into my mouth and tied it with a black garter belt. In just a few minutes, I was stripped down naked in front of 5 beautiful girls and the only thing covering me was a pink fluffy towel that Nikki threw over me after stripping me of my boxer shorts. I was soon blindfolded with a nylon scarf and pulled up on my knees. Somebody took the towel and wrapped it around my chest, letting it hang down over my privates and buttocks.

They tied the blindfold so tight that I couldn't see anything. The rope holding my tied wrists to my tied ankles was released and I was told to stand up. Not relenting to do so, Shelly told me that if I didn't do as they said they would drive me down town and leave me tied to a street lamp naked. I knew Shelly wouldn't seriously do that, but I finally gave in and stood up. Shelly began pacing around me explaining the rules...

"All right, Kelley, tonight is your initiation to the cheerleading squad. If you choose not to do as we ask, you will receive the punishment of being stranded naked tied to the street lamp in down town. If at anytime during the process of this initiation, you refuse to obey, we will not remove any of the initiation process, we will leave you tied to the street lamp as you are. In other words, if through the process we get to the point of something like putting you in panties and bra and then you decide to disobey, you will be left tied to the street-lamp wearing those articles. On the bright side, you will receive reward for every step of the initiation by someone among us, but we will decide what and how. Kelley, this will be as much fun for you as it will for us, so don't try and make this hard. And whatever occurs, don't say a word! You have to remain silent, no matter what we do...understand?"

I agreed, Shelly said, "SMILE!" and I heard what sounded like my digital camera go off. As I was standing I felt a hand tie a ribbon around my penis. Whoever it was, wrapped it patiently under the head and around the neck of my penis. As the person was wrapping the ribbon, she began to fondle me bringing quick attention to my penis. As much as I could tell, it must have been Jan or Candy. Either way, all of the girls noticed my reaction. I was given a slight tug on the penis and I knew that I had to follow. Somebody grabbed my arm to keep me from falling and walked beside me as we walked down the hall and to the left.

It must be Shelly's room. Hers is on the left and I could tell by the smell when we entered the room. I was made to sit on the bed while I felt wet brushes smooth over my toenails. The girls were painting my toenails! But I didn't dare move or resist. While they were painting, someone grabbed my penis with a tight hold and started to stroke it. I was getting pleasure from the handjob, which stimulated a response to the subtle brush against my toenails.

"We'll let those dry for a minute or two" I heard Nikki say as she stopped brushing. I was still receiving the hand job when finally I came to a climax and the girl quickly dropped to the ground and wrapped her lips around my spitting cock! I unloaded an incredible amount of sperm and the heard the girl swallowed it all! Who was this person? I wish I knew! But the person remained silent. After sitting for a few minutes and being cleaned by the person who got me off, the rest of the girls entered the room. I heard the digital camera go off a few times and then I was told to stand up and hold out my right foot. I felt a sock and then a shoe being placed on my foot.

Next I was told to lift the left foot. A sock and shoe were placed on that foot as well. The shoes were very comfortable and fit well. They had to be a pair of Cindy's shoes, because she was the only one who had feet close to my size. I was wondering what they looked like. My only guess is that they were some type of sneaker. I heard the camera go off again a few times. I was led by the ribbon penis-leash back into the den where I was tied to a chair. Two of the girls untied my wrists and then retied them separately to the arms of the chair in which I was now sitting. I began feeling the same motion and feeling on the nails of my fingers as I experienced on my toes. They were painting my fingernails!

This time, my reaction was to want to jerk my hands away, but then I felt a hand wrap itself around my penis again, but this time, there was a silky garment wrapped around my penis and enclosed by the hand. Once more, while Nikki painted my nails I was getting a handjob by another and it was with a pair of panties this time! The same thing happened again. When my nails were finished I climaxed and was finished off with a blowjob. And again, after a few moments, a clean up, and pictures taken, I was made to stand up.

My arms were released from the chair and two girls held them up above my head. The towel was moved down away from my bare chest and I felt a tight stretching garment being placed over my head. When they settled it around my chest I could only guess that it was a sports' bra. That was evidently what it was because it was soon filled with what I assumed to be fake breasts. My wrists were tied together behind my back again and Shelly requested that some more pictures be taken. I was then led by the ribbon through the garage and into my mother's beauty shop where I was told to sit in the swivel chair. My shoulder length hair was combed, teased, and then washed. After towel drying, I felt hot curlers being placed in my hair and then sprayed. The camera started going off again.

I was escorted to a dryer and heard the girls leave except for one. I didn't know who this was, but I soon heard her lay down in the floor in front of the dryer. She lifted her feet up under the towel and into my crotch. She started fondling my penis with her feet, and caressing it with her toes. Rubbing my penis between the soft arches of her feet I was brought to yet another climax. I shot my load this time on to her feet. Afterwards she removed the panty-gag, lifted her feet up to my mouth and made me lick her feet clean, making sure to suck on each toe and cleaning the space between them of my own juices.

When the dryer clicked off, the girls entered as I still sucking on the girl's toes. Somebody replaced the gag, I was brought back over to the swivel chair and the curlers were removed from my hair. I felt my hair being pulled back into a ponytail and tied by an assortment of ribbons. Pictures went off all around me and I started hearing gushes of breath coming form some of the girls. I think I heard a silent, "Looks cute," come from somebody. After a few shots of spritz, I was brought back into the den. My ankles were untied and some panties were slid up my legs. They were different feeling than say a silk, satin, or cotton panty, and they were more full than a normal panty.

Tucking my penis between my leg and yanking the ribbon up through my crack, the panties were pulled up around my waist. As usual, pictures were being taken through the entire process. I was pulled over what seemed to be another garment on the floor. With my legs together inside of it, it was pulled up and around my legs and waist. It had to be a skirt, but not any skirt. It was made of a heavy polyester material and contained many pleats. It was zipped up and buttoned from the back. My suspicions were correct. The girls were dressing me up as a girl cheerleader! For some reason, my penis made an immediate reaction, struggling against the panties, or probably what were bloomers. The camera shot off some more pics. I was pulled to the floor where I laid on my back as someone straddled me placing her soft mound of fleshly breasts in my face. The girl that was left with me this time had me suck on her breasts as she evidently fingered herself.

She rocked and moaned. She dug her breast into my face, trying to make me swallow as much as possible. She finally climaxed, and I desperately wanted to join her! When she finished the other girls came back to where we were, lifted up my skirt and took some pictures. My penis had hardened so much that it had released itself from between my legs and was straining against the bloomer fabric.

I heard Jan say, "I think someone is enjoying being initiated!" She got down close and rubbed my penis through the fabric bringing me even closer to ejaculation. I heard her say, "That's nice, we needed just a little wet spot for the picture and she stopped, leaving me with nothing but precum. I was completely released from my bonds this time and warned not to remove my blindfold. A shirt-like substance was placed on me and zipped from the back. It was made from the same material as the skirt and had to be the matching shell. It fit kind of snug against my chest because of the breast that I was given. It was a sleeveless shell, and was cut short. I could feel a slight breeze around my belly button area.

After pictures were taken, I was ordered to lick one of the girls until she orgasmed. All left except the appointed girl. She pushed me to the ground and made me roll over on my back. She straddled me, removed my gag, and rode my face until she was satisfied. I wish I could know who all was doing these things to me. I knew it was one of the four girls Shelly had invited, but didn't know who did what and when. I wish there was even a way I could brag about this to my friends, but there is no way I could tell the entire story to them. The girl got off of me and washed my face.

When cleaned up, I was led back to the beauty shop. A drape was placed over my body. Shelly told me that they were going to put makeup on me and that they didn't want me to see anything that they had done when they removed the blind fold. I was warned that if I tried to talk, I would be wearing the gag all night long, so I remained silent. When the blindfold was removed, it was like seeing light for the first time. I squinted as I saw Candy and Cindy coming at me with brushes, sponges, lipstick and such. They put on the whole makeup works and finished it off with clip on earrings, a necklace, and some bracelets. I tried to look in the mirrors, but they had covered them with sheets.

Every step of putting on the make up, Jan was taking pictures. Shelly reached over, grabbed my hand and said, "Well Kelley, I think we are finished with our newest member of the cheerleading team. Close your eyes and we'll take you into mother's bedroom mirrors so you can meet you new alter ego." I was walked into our mother's room and stood in front of her full-length mirror and told to open my eyes. Even though I wasn't supposed to talk, I wouldn't have been able to say anything. I was staring at a beautiful cheerleader. There I stood! A feminized boy now cheerleader girl.

I had red, white, and blue ribbons tied in my hair. My hair that was pulled up into a ponytail cascaded down from the tied ribbons in flowing curls and I believe whoever did my hair put highlights in it as well. Attached to my ears were dangling gold earrings. As I felt my hair, I could see the frost color of my fingernails glisten in the light. Encasing my body was a navy blue cheerleading uniform with red and white stripes. It was the new high school uniform. On the front was the name of the school. It was cut in a 'v' at the neck and an upside down 'v' at the waist showing off my stomach.

The skirt from the uniform matched the shell. It was arrayed with an abundance of pleats and was cut to about mid thigh. Shelly pulled my skirt up and I saw that I had on a pair of navy blue cheerleading bloomers. I also looked inside the shell to see a sports bra supporting what Shelly said was probably a B cup size. Panning down my body, my shaved legs never looked so sensuous being wrapped by a skirt and finished off with cheerleading sock and shoes. Around my ankles were long white scrunched down tube socks that had blue stripes around the top. Last of all, on my feet was a pair of Asics classic cheerleading shoes. They had the National Cheerleaders' Association logo sewn on the tongue and on the sides were the Asics logo making stripes that were blue in color.

I was a perfect vision of teenage idolatry and definitely felt that way when the girls started worshipping the way I looked. Shelly came up to me and gave me a great big hug and told me, "What do you think Kelley?"

"I don't know what to say," I replied, "I look awesome!" The girls cheered and suggested that I pose for some pictures. Shelly told me that the initiation would be all weekend long, and that I was supposed to continue to obey to their wishes, which also meant posing for pictures. I asked to speak to Shelly alone. When the other girls left I told her that she wouldn't have to force me anymore because I would resign to be Kelley for the weekend. I told her that the initiation had actually been fun and that we might as well enjoy the rest of it. Shelly interrupted and said, "Kelley, that's good that you want to remain `Kelley' for the weekend, but the initiation is still on. You still have to obey us." I nodded my head in agreement and then asked her if she would tell me with whom I had experienced all of the sexual encounters. Shelly said, "I'll tell you some time, but not while the other girls are here." I also asked about the pictures and Shelly told me not to worry because they were just for reminiscing after the weekend.

Shelly said she would tell the girls about me agreeing to be Kelley for the weekend and she took me by the arm into the room where all the others were. "Girls," Shelly said, "Thomas has agreed to be Kelley all weekend long and to continue to obey us through every step of the initiation." When they were told this, they jumped, cheered, and hugged me. "Let's get some more pictures!" some urged. I was escorted into the back yard where Shelly, Nikki, Cindy and Candy taught me some cheers and routines while Jan took pictures of me dancing, tumbling, cheering, and posing as Ms. Kelley Rigney...CHEERLEADER.

During the "photoshoot" the girls couldn't get over all of the gymnastic moves I did. They ooed and aawed over all of the tumbling that I was doing. They asked me if I could teach them. I told them that I would some day, but we didn't have the right equipment here to train. Shelly responded, "Someday? Does that mean that you will join the team?"

I looked up at Shelly and the very attentive girls and said, "Don't I LOOK like I belong on the team? Of course I'll join, but on one condition. Thomas cheers, but Kelley must remain a weekend secret-friend/cheerleader. If Kelley publicly cheers it will be when she is ready." They all agreed, and we went inside to celebrate. I stayed in uniform most of the night relishing in my new status and ego...KELLEY RIGNEY...CHEERLEADER!

 

The weekend to be continued...

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