Three Cheers For Ellen

by Ellen

 

Chapter 5: Fireworks

 

Fourth of July had arrived. Denise was sitting at the kitchen table. An envelope was held in her hands. The letter was from University of Wisconsin and it was addressed to a Stephanie. At first she thought it had to be a mistake. During the last few days, while observing her son, his mannerisms and physique gave Denise a reason to be alarmed. After finding some artifacts in his room it was time to confront the truth.

Steve came downstairs dressed for his morning workout. He entered the kitchen and was briefly startled by his mother. "Mom, what are you doing up so early?"

Denise looked at the sweat clothes on her son. He was always thin but now he seemed even a shadow of his former self. "I need you to explain this to me Steven?"

She handed him the envelope and a lump formed in his throat. Then with a sudden twinge he laughed, "Great someone made a mistake."

Denise gave him a look that screamed she knew he was hiding the truth. "Let’s get serious, your loosing weight, you eat nothing but salad’s, you work out, your hair and skin have taken on characteristics not becoming for a man."

His voice cracked, "Mom, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Let’s not kid ourselves Steven, I’ve been in your room…" Her eyes narrowed. "I found the pills under the bed and the women’s wardrobe your hiding!"

Steve turned away from the "I gotcha" stare of his mothers’. He took a deep breath. The moment of truth was being dragged out. Tears began to well up and a choking sob began. Bringing his hand to the back of his head and releasing his hair from the bonds of the band his long hair cascaded down just below his shoulders. He turned back to his mother, "Mom I have something to show you."

Pulling off the sweatshirt revealed the sports bra.

Denise’s suspicions were being validated as her sons’ cleavage became clear.

He pulled off his sweat pants to reveal the rest of the feminine work out attire.

Denise stood and stared as her mind soaked in the hourglass figure and the hairless body of her son. Then she noticed his smoothed down crotch. "Oh my lord! You didn’t do anything stupid down there did you?"

"No Mom, I have on a gaff it tucks it away." He began to sob.

Denise reached out and took him into her arms. Steve cried into her shoulder. The thought of just finding out he is a transsexual did not leave the best taste in her mouth. Some of her best mail order clients were men. Even when he was younger there were suspicions when she would find her things out of place.

"Steve lets have a talk, tell me how this happened?"

He looked into his mothers’ eyes and choked back his tears. They each took a seat and Denise poured some coffee.

Explaining all the way back to his early days, of wearing her leotards and tights, and fantasies of being a model in her fashion shows.

The pieces all came together.

Steve could not believe he was finally coming clean to his mom. Denise looked intrigued but the real shock was yet to come.

"I am going to attend cheerleader camp in a month, I have a scholarship, friends have fixed it so that my records indicate I am a female. I even have lodgings in a sorority this year."

"Cheerleader!" She exclaimed. A smirk pursed her lips, a picture of her son in a cheerleader uniform entered her mind. Her son in a girl’s uniform performing cartwheels on the sideline. "This is so strange. Steve you can’t be serious?"

"Mom I’m sorry, but yes I am very serious."

"Don’t be sorry, this is my fault, no father to raise you, I smothered you this is why you turned out this way."

Steve patted her back in comfort. "Mom it is nothing you did, trust me I do not blame you, I love you."

"I thought this was going to be easy to except. Especially after finding those hormone pills. But now as you go on and on about how your going to be living as a woman full time it has just become a little hard to cope with all this."

He stood there silent. His mother wrestled with her thoughts. How could she fight it, she saw his body. The hair, the developing feminine characteristics, she had already lost him. A smile then pursed her lips and a warm feeling crossed her mind. "If this is what you want then you better start being my daughter now so I can get used to seeing you on the sidelines in those short skirts." She laughed. "A daughter!" Her eyes widened. "My son is going to become my daughter!"

The two embraced and held each other for a few minutes. The feeling of acceptance swept over Steve. Both had tears in their eyes tears of sadness for what was lost, tears of joy for what was being gained.

"Okay Stephanie, I want to go with you this morning. I want to see you work out." Denise stared into her new daughters eyes. "I assume you practice your cheerleader routines?"

A nervous smile pursed his lips. "Sure, let me get on my sweat clothes."

Denise stopped him. "No we will jog as mother and daughter stay dressed as you are. I’ll be right back let me get changed."

 

The two jogged all the way to the field, which had become his training ground. Stephanie practiced several routines and single stunts. To her amazement it had become clear that her son had a talent for cheerleading. There just were a few things that needed to be fixed.

 

Stephanie’s became uninhibited for the first time he felt one hundred percent comfortable he turned to his mother and did a cartwheel and then a handspring. He then shouted, "Arms up, feet apart, and chin held high! I want to be a cheerleader till the day I die!"

Denise clapped and smiled, "I can’t believe how good you are."

"You mean it?"

"Yes I do, you seem to have great poise and stamina, I to be quite honest very cute. I really see you as a girl."

He blushed a beet red.

"Didn’t mean to embarrass you. Only one thing bothers me."

"What is that mother?"

"Your hair, we must bring you in to a salon and have your hair done. Give it a little curl."

"Mom I’ve only been your daughter for a few hours, I’m nervous enough as it is, the salon will have to wait a while."

 

 

Chapter 6: A Mid Summer’s Night Dream

 

Stephanie had just lathered up her legs while standing in the bath. Taking the lady Gillette razor in hand she slowly began to shave the light hair that was on her legs. Her hand reached for the water faucet to turn on the shower. As the water washed away the shaving cream residue down the drain, she took the time to wash her body. Stephanie’s breasts were coming in nicely. Her fingers circled the nipples as they stood at attention. Thoughts of the day began to fill her head.

Earlier Denise had the whole day planned for her daughter. Their first stop was "Schwartz’s Intimate Apparel", to stock up on all of Stephanie’s lingerie needs. The store clerk; a nice short Jewish woman measured for a proper fitting of brassieres. While mom picked out a selection of panties and hosiery, she picked out a few items. Three bags loaded with bra’s, panties, nightgowns, slips, hosiery, a few waist cinchers, and even two one piece bathing suits.

Second stop was the salon. Stephanie had her hair washed and slightly tinted with red. They set her hair in curlers and placed her under the dryer, then was given a manicure and pedicure. Cheerleaders were not allowed to have anything but clear nail polish. Denise watched the feminization of her son and a tear came to her left eye. As they removed the rollers and the curls cascaded down over her shoulders the word beautiful came to mind. However next came a little pain, waxing of the eyebrows, this was not the highlight of the day. However the end result was stunning.

Yes it was quite a day, the water rained down upon her body. Turning off the water Stephanie stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel to dry off. With the exception of a penis this body was all female, and was about to be going off to college tomorrow. She slipped on a pair of black silk panties, and a short black nightgown. She sat on her bed brushing out her hair. Then she laid back on the bed and closed her eyes drifting off to sleep.

 

"DE-FENSE! DE-FENSE!" Stephanie shouted, Her arms held straight above her head. The male cheerleader propped her up high with his hand on her ass. His muscles trembled just before pushing off, sending her up in the air just before coming down into his arms.

When her feet touched the ground she adjusted her little red and

white pleated skirt. The cheerleaders jumped and clapped.

The feel of the skirt sent a tingle down her spin. She grabbed her ankles and slowly began to caress her clean shaven legs thru the nylon material of her tights. "What’s come over me?" she moaned. I love the way these clothes feel on me.

A tilt began to off set her uniform. She was getting hard and just could not stop.

Ellen smiled as she came to her friends aid and pulled down her bloomers. "You know what you have to do sweetie!"

Stephanie nodded and bent forward arms grasping the back of her own ankles, opening her mouth wide and swallowing the large erection between her legs. Stephanie was sucking her self off furiously. The cock seemed to become larger and difficult to handle. The crowd watched eagerly as the football team stopped everything. The cheers turned toward her "Blow Job! Blow Job!" The other cheerleaders clapped their teammate on. Stephanie sucked herself off using her tongue. Then knees locking and body trembling, Stephanie felt the orgasm well up and the steady flow of precum trickle into her mouth. Then a jolt forward the first creamy load delivered a straight shot down the throat, a second jerk followed by several more spurts of his bodily fluids. Cum dripped down the corners of her mouth as she straightened out. Hard on subsiding Stephanie pulled her athletic bloomers back in place. That was when she realized everyone had been staring at her.

Wiping the juice from her face, the crowd went wild.

"I guess we have a new fundraiser idea!" Laughed Ellen. "You could give blow jobs at fifty bucks a pop, we could finance your sex change with that!"

 

Coming Soon

Chapter 7: Cheerleading Camp

 

 

 

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