II.

Prof. Rosen led me into the training room for the cheer squad. It was a small practice room that was covered in soft blue mats. The room was somewhat disconnected from the main gyms and training fields, so luckily there wouldn't be a whole lot of people who would see me going to practice. It was empty, but voices could be heard from one of the adjoining rooms.

"The girls are in the changing room getting ready. Best to introduce you now."

"You mean, you want me to go in there with them?" I said as she started walking towards the changing room.

"Like I said, there aren't any seperate facilities for this training room. As far as the school is concerned for this activity, you are a girl. I already talked to the girls yesterday and they were okay with it. Now come on," she said as she walked closed to the door. I followed her in as she opened the door.

The locker room was small but lively, and as soon as our entrance was noticed, two girls in their underwear came scurrying up to us. One was taller and seemed to have an athletic build with shorter black hair, the other was about a foot shorter and and had lighter brown hair. The shorter one had a bit more meat on her and as such more cleavage. I tried not to stare at their chests as they ran over.

"This is the new bo- I mean girl!" the smaller one said with a wink towards Prof. Rosen.

"She has potential," the larger one said as she seemed to look me over. The smaller one started to examine me as well.

"Potential indeed!" she said with a wide smile. I could stop myself from blushing at these energetic girls in their underwear.

"He's getting red..." the larger one said with a smirk.

"Beat red!" chimed the smaller one.

"Girls, at least let me introduce...her. This is Ms. Jane Hightcourt. Ms. Highcourt, this is Celeste and Gabby," Prof. Rosen said.

"I'm Gabby, she's Cel," the taller one said.

"And I'm Celeste!" the shorter one said energetically.

"That's...what I just told her. Cel is short for Celeste," Gabby said.

"I know! I'm not stupid over here..."

"Honestly, you two. Borderline assaulting the newcomer in your underwear is not proper Golden Orchard conduct!" a voice from behind said sternly. An older-looking blond girl emerged from behind them. She was dressed in her training clothes already, a tight white shirt with the school emblem on it with golden short-shorts. "Now go get dressed and warmed up! We only have a week to bring the newbie up to speed."

"Aye, aye, cap'n!" Celeste said as she saluted and walked off with Gabby. The blond girl turned to me.

"I'm Violet T. Waters, I'm the captain of this squad of cheerleaders as well as the only senior. We're glad to have you," the blond girl said with an authoritative tone.

"Do you have clothes ready?" Prof. Rosen asked Violet.

"We've had extra clothes for a while. Always expecting more people to join, I guess. Cheergirl Celeste!" the shorter girl seemed to bounce from her locker up to us.

"Reporting!" she said with a serious-looking face.

"You have an eye for these things. What size do you think Cheergirl Jane is for the practice uniforms?" Celeste seemed to look me over as she did before.

"Definitely a medium for both top and bottom, cap'n!"

"Go get a few pairs of medium tops and bottoms from the store room, then," Celeste scurried away into the storage room near the back of the locker room and came back with a few folded pairs of their uniforms. Violet took them from her and handed them to me. "Use any free locker you see."

I stood there nervously holding the practice clothes. Violet sighed.

"Don't just stand there, get changed. Move it!" Violet said authoritatively.

I wandered over to a place in the back of the small locker room. I nervously took my shirt off, and I could see Celeste and Gabby peering over to me as I slid my uniform-pants off. I was wearing boxer briefs, which only looked a little bit shorter than the practice shorts. I slid them on along with the tee-shirt, and I quickly found out how much tighter girl's clothes were. I was introduced to two more freshmen that came in a bit late, Shelly and Lisa. I took off my glasses and stored them in my locker, I only really needed them for reading, anyway. My legs weren't shaved which was a little embarassing, but no one seemed to mind or say anything about it.

When everyone was dressed, Violet herded us into the training room for warm-ups.

"The newbie is pretty flexible," Gabby said as she saw me doing the warm-up exercises.

"She sure is!" Celeste chimed in behind her.

The practice mainly involved going over all the different moves and routines. I was naturally shy at first, but it didn't take me long to get the shouts and cheers down. Celeste even mentioned how "authentic" I sounded when I was cheering. I have to admit, I did get into it. It was like I was a totally different person for a while, smiling wide and moving along with the beats of the music. I stumbled a few times and had trouble remembering moves, but was able to adjust by watching the more experienced girls.

Most of the cheers had to do with juice or juice puns, as the team was known as the Golden Orchard Juicers. Wasn't exactly the most intimidating title, and the team didn't typically do well. The school was built right next to a large apple orchard that was famous for its cider.

"You have some kinks to work out, newbie, but you're getting it down pretty nicely for your first day," Violet commented.

"Do you think she's light enough to be lifted? For her...physique she can spread her legs apart quite a bit, so she could try some of the more tricky jumps," Gabby mentioned.

"And I thought I would be the one lifting..." I said as I realized that at least Gabby and Violet were larger than I was.

"Cel and Lisa were the only ones we could comfortably lift before. And Cel is a bit..." Violet trailed off.

"A bit chunky!" Gabby said, smiling and pinching Celeste's waist.

"Jeez! I guess I was a bit lighter last year..." Celeste said, blushing.

"Well, let's try lifting her, then. We'll see if you can do it with pom-poms in both your hands."

I fell on my face a few times as they tried to lift me up by my feet. It was hard to keep my balance, but Violet and Gabby did everything they could to keep me from falling. I was able to stay up for a little while and fall into their hold.

"That still needs a little work, but you could definitely go up top a few times if we need you to," Violet said. "Alright, that she be it for practice today. Shelly and Lisa, you two can skip Saturday practice tomorrow. The rest of us are going to focus on getting Jane more familiarized. We'll be in touch, new girl. Have a good afternoon, everyone."

Despite the fact that I was energetic and somewhat...girly during the practice, I sort of faded back into my regular self when I put my boy's uniform back on and quickly made my way back to my room.

"Looks like I'm not the only one coming back sweaty today," Dex teased as I came in. The practice did run a bit later than I expected. "You know I'm going to find out what you're doing eventually."

"Maybe, maybe not. I ain't tellin'."

"If you say so..."

III.

I was planning on catching up on work the next day, Saturday, but most activities had Saturday practice. I figured I would still have plenty of time in the afternoon even with practice. The night before I gave a shot at shaving my legs, but it was only with an electric razors that didn't cut very close. I didn't have to worry about much hair on my face.

I had started walking towards to courtyard which was on the way to the gym. On one of the benches near the large water fountain there was a tall boy with dark hair and glasses that got up as he saw me walking by and approached me.

"Heya, Jon," the boy said, smiling. "On your way to the gym?"

"Yeah but...wait..." that's when it dawned on me as I was looking at his face.

"...Gabby? Is that you?" I asked. She smiled.

"I prefer to go by Gabe when I'm like this. I'm surprised you could notice."

"You do look really...different. You go to school like that?" I asked.

"She sure does!" I voice from behind closed in behind us. Although I had known her for less than 24 hours, I could instantly tell it was Celeste. She appeared next to Gabby- er- Gabe, and was dressed it the normal school uniform.

"Can you at least try to keep your voice down when you say things like that?" Gabe said while sighing in frustration.

"Oh, right. Sometimes I can't tell when I'm being too loud," Celeste said.

"Makes for a good cheerleader, I suppose," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Does this bother you?" Gabe asked casually.

"No, I guess it doesn't. Especially considering my own circumstances. I will say that I find it a bit strange you would want to join the cheer squad," I commented, hoping it wouldn't strike a nerve. He just smiled awkwardly.

"Why do you think?" Celeste chimed in, unsolicited yet again. "It's because she wants to look at all the WAAH-" he gave Celeste a quick slap on the head. "Sorry..."

"It's really because I enjoy it. That, and I think I'm a bit like you. Thought it would be easy and more enjoyable than the war history club. It also gives me a chance to let my more feminine side out. Also like you," he said, rubbing the sore spot on Celeste's head.

"I'm not so sure about that last part. I never really considered it before I was sort of...pushed into it," I said.

"Is that right? You seemed to pick it up pretty well at the practice. Most guys could never act that...girly. I thought crossdressing was one of the main reasons why you wanted to do it."

"You were really good, you know! It was a whole month before I was good enough to go to one of the games," Celeste said.

"Anyway, were you two headed to the gym?" I asked, trying to avoid my other self coming out during the first practice.

"Actually, no. We were hoping to intercept you on your way there. Violet is waiting in the parking lot for us. When we meant 'special practice', we had something else in mind..." Gabe said nervously.

"We're gonna go to Pine Creek!" Celeste said happily.

Every Saturday shuttle buses would take students to Pine Creek, which was the nearest medium-sized town. It wasn't that big but it had plenty of things to do, as well as a shopping mall. I hadn't gone there myself yet, I never really had many friends to go with and most students preferred to focus on their studies or activities. Most of the people who went were seniors who didn't need the extra practice in activities.

"Pine Creek? For what? I don't have much in the way of cash," I said.

"It's probably best if Violet explains it. She's the one paying for everything, so there's no need to worry about that," Gabby said while starting to walk towards the front of the campus where the shuttles left from.

We walked to the parking lot where there were a small crowd of students waiting for the shuttle. The school made students even go out to the town in their uniforms, something about representing the school. Violet was there waiting for us, she was dressed normally in a very neat school uniform as opposed to Celeste's, which was always a bit untidy.

"It's about time the three of you show up. We already missed the first shuttle out. Luckily there's another one coming soon," She said, still exuding the same authoritative aura.

"Sorry. They were just explaining some things to me," I said, trying to be polite.

"I suppose that's understandable. Did they tell you why we're going out today?" she asked me directly.

"No, not really."

"Well, I say first that I did like your spirit and how well you were able to pick the material up. Unfortunately, though, you're not quite ready to go out on the field as you are. We're going to pick up some things and see if we can't craft you into a more presentable girl," she said seriously.

"But I-"

"Don't worry, it will only be for games. You can still practice and do whatever else you do however you want. To be honest, I wasn't thrilled like these two that a boy would be joining our ranks, but if it means keeping the squad active, I don't mind."

"Oh come on, Violet! You have to admit it'll be fun making him up!" Celeste said, a bit louder than I wanted.

"I guess I don't have a problem with that, but won't someone find out? There'll be a lot of students in the town today," I said, looking around at some of the others standing around. Luckily we were removed from the main crowd.

"We'll be discreet. It's mostly seniors anyway, you won't have to worry about your freshman peers finding out. Of course, it might just be easier if you just register as transgendered..."

"But I'm not, really. I'm doing this mainly out of necessity," I said, not wanting to repeat myself too much from the conversation before.

"Oh? It was the general feeling that dressing like a girl was your main motivation. At least that's what Coach Rosen hinted at," she said, looking genuinely surprised.

"I just thought you were gay!" Celeste said cheerfully.

"Well... I can't really say for sure than I'm either one. It's not that I haven't thought about it, I just never really considered it."

"In any case, you're still going to have to look like one if we're going to put you out on the field. I think I see the shuttle-bus coming now..."

It was actually two smaller white buses with the school name and logo on the side. The first bus filled up, and we had the second bus to ourselves. I sat next to Gabe on the ride over.

"So... the school lets you just... wear boys clothes?" I asked with my voice down.

"I guess you haven't been here long, so you wouldn't know. Not many do, it's a pretty well-kept secret, and with good reason," he said. "Golden Orchard was originally founded as a 'safe-haven' school for LGBT kids. Well, sort of. Parents mainly sent their gay kids here as a way to keep them apart from the family but still give them an education. In the beginning they tried to 'correct' them but that never worked out. The school got a very good reputation for its academics, and people from all over started bringing their kids here. Anyway, there are quite a few transgendered kids here, but you would never know it. They room us together and if you're passable enough, no one will know."

"Wow. That is interesting. So there could be boys in my building who are really girls?"

"That's right. I'm in the Junior building, of course. There are also transgendered girls, but they tend to be even more discreet. One of the stores we're going to... well, you'll find out," she said and smiled.

The drive wasn't very long, about 10 minutes through a forest and another 5 on the main road until we got to Pine Creek. It was a normal medium-sized town, a central business district along with main road surrounded by residential houses. The mall was removed a bit from the rest of the main street stores, but that's where they dropped us off. It wasn't very big like a city mall, but seemed to have all the essentials. They had many stores aimed at younger people, there was not only Golden Orchard but also the local high school and a small college nearby as well.

We got off in front of the mall, it was the middle of the day so there weren't too many people around.

"First off, we'll have to get a nice, realistic-looking wig," Violet said as we went through the doors.

"Might as well make In-Between our first stop then. I just have to hope my password is still current," Gabe said.

"In-Between?" I asked, looking around. I didn't see a shop with that name on the list of stores in the entrance of the mall.

"It's a small, discreet, crossdresser's store. You need a password to get in to keep people who don't need to be in there out," Gabe said, leading the way. "It's been a while since I've been there, though. Not only is it a store specifically for people like me, but it's in between the costume shop and formal wear shop. It helps keep us out of the view of others."

We walked past the food court. Like a dog that sees a car and wants to go after it, Celeste saw a pregnant mother struggling with her children near one of the tables. Celeste looked over to Gabe.

"Yes, you can go. We only really need you for makeup, anyway," he sighed as Celeste smiled and almost squealed and trotted over to them. Gabe looked to me. "She has a thing for babies and small children. I don't really get it."

Celeste asked the mother whether she could help and the mother seemed rather grateful.

"We'll catch up with her later," Violet said as we kept walking on. We walked for a little while longer before turning into the costume shop. There were some people milling around inside, but it wasn't very big, Halloween wasn't for a while. We went straight up to the counter to the cashier.

"Uhh, 'Swan Dive'?" Gabe said awkwardly to the girl at the counter.

"You're a few months out of date, Gabe. All three of you coming in?" she asked, looking up from her magazine.

"We have a first timer here," Gabe said, pointing at me. "So at least me and him. Her, too, if that's cool."

"Might be a bit cramped, but it's okay with me. Go on in," she said, unlocking the door in the back behind all of the racks.

Inside was a small neon sign that said "In-Between", and behind it were just shelves and shelves of plain-looking boxes with another door at the far end. There were about 4 rows of boxes, with each shelf being about 5 shelves high. The boxes were all labeled with various things. Tops, panties, boxers, bottoms, wigs in different colors, as well as boxes labeled "bindings" and "forms". I wasn't sure what everything meant.

"So what do we need?" Violet asked. It was clear she hadn't been in here before either, judging by the way she was looking at everything.

"A wig, obviously, a breast form and some special...underwear," Gabe said while looking up and down the boxes. "What color hair? Your the team's blond, Cel is a lighter brunette like he is naturally...so maybe auburn?"

"He does have some freckles on his face. Take it out and let's see how it works on him."

I already had shorter hair, so she was just able to put it on normally. The wig seemed well-made and more natural looking than the standard costume wigs. Gabe put it on me and adjusted it. I tried to suppress a blush when they were both looking me over.

"She doesn't look half-bad like that," Violet said, suddenly referring to me as a 'she'. "We just have to make sure it stays on when she's jumping around."

"That's what this adhesive is for. We'll save that for games, though," Gabe said as she went rooting through one of the other boxes. She brought out what looked like a pair of rubber breasts. "A B-cup should do. Bigger than me, but not bigger than anyone else on the squad. Take off your shirt," Gabe said. I wasn't so sure about taking my shirt off here of all places. "Don't worry, no one is going to walk in on us. Maybe. You should do it quickly to make sure," he said, looking through the one of the boxes that said "bras".

I started unbuttoning my shirt and gave it to Violet when it was off. Gabe dressed the breast form over me when I was shirtless, it fit like a bra over my chest. Although it didn't look very realistic shirtless, after Gabe gave me a bra and blouse it looked more natural than I thought.

"That should work well for the uniform top. It's not like it shows enough cleavage to risk exposure," Violet said. "Now what? Panties?"

Before Violet even said it, Gabe was already digging through another box and pulled out a pair of underwear. It seemed like normal white panties but with a small bulge in the crotch.

"Take a few pairs of these. Can't have you wearing briefs under a skirt, now can we?" Gabe said, throwing a few different colors in the bag. "That should be all. Take the other stuff off and put it in the bag over there."

"What now?" Violet asked as I took the stuff off and put it in one of the black bags that they kept in the corner.

"Still needs to be waxed and we need to find Cel so she can point us in the right direction with makeup," Gabe said, tidying the boxes back up.

"You know, I use makeup, too. Why do we need her?" Violet asked, as if she were slightly offended.

"Celeste is a dynamo at these things, trust me. She also knows what the right brands are," Gabe replied. I tried to cut into the conversation.

"I can shave my legs, you know," I said, wincing at the idea of my legs being waxed.

"Like you tried to last night?" Gabe said, lifting up my pants leg. "It's best if you just go ahead and get the wax. Plus, your roommate might notice if you're shaving your legs every few days."

We walked out of the weird little shop and the cashier quickly checked the bag before Violet put the money down on the counter. We walked down back near the food court to find Celeste again, but saw her on the way there.

"You should have saw those adorable kids! That baby was sooo cute, and then there was the 2 year old who-"

"I'm sure they were lovely, and you can tell us all about them later. Right now, we need you to get that special makeup you were talking about. You know, the stuff you put on me sometimes," Gabe said, not wanting to get her started on the kids.

"Oh, right. I ran out over the summer. I don't remember what it's called, but I'll know it when I see it. Follow me!" she said, taking charge and walking passed us. We came up to an Asian-looking place and Violet led me in as Celeste and Gabe went ahead.

"Don't worry, it's not as bad as it seems. I sort of need to wax myself so we can do it together," Violet said as she led me into the parlor. I never had a high tolerance for pain, so the idea of having my leg hair ripped out was making me quite nervous.

They led us into a private booth and I knew what was coming when the wax was spread on my legs. I didn't have much hair there, mostly below my knee. Luckily it wasn't too thick and didn't take too long, although it seem to take forever. Being able to brace myself for the pain helped, and seeing the smoothe result made it worth it to some degree. Violet didn't seem to mind it at all.

When we walked back out Cel and Gabe were waiting for us. Celeste was holding a bag with what I assumed was the makeup. Although I had known for a while that this was happening, having it all fall together in a complete package made me nervous, for some reason.

"So is that all, then?" I asked, still feeling my legs burning.

"Not so fast, champ. We still have one more test before we can feel comfortable sending you out on that field..." Violet said. "Let's go to the bathroom," she said, walking down to the bathrooms near the food court. There were more people around, but I didn't see anyone I knew, thankfully. Celeste and Violet checked the bathroom to make sure there was no one inside at the time and rushed me into a girl's room stall while no one was looking. Gabe stayed outside.

Inside, Celeste seemed to take great pleasure in making me up.

"This is a special kind of makeup that washes off very easily. I was just going to use the same stuff I use on Gabby, but you have fairer skin..." she said as she started applying the stuff on my face in front of the mirror in the biggest stall. Violet seemed less interested, letting Celeste do whatever she wanted to me. It was clear she had done it many times before, and when the wig was fitted correctly on my head it was strange how convincing I looked as a girl.

They left for a second as I stripped down and got dressed with a top and skirt. The pantiers were easy enough to get on, but when compared to boxers they felt much more revealing. It was surprising how the bulge was less noticeable. The combination of the panties and a skirt made me much colder and open than I was used to. I had to have Celeste help me with the bra, they are much more complicated than they look, and the breast form made it so it was like two layers of bra. When the blue blouse was finally put on me it was hard not to be amazed at how different I looked. Celeste seemed rather proud of her work on my face.

"Jane is ready! Or do you like Jane? We can always come up with another name if you don't like it. Jeanne, for instance," Celeste said after looking at me.

"Jane is fine," Violet said, likely not wanting any more complications. "She looks fine to us, but we will have to have her talk to some others to make sure," Violent commented as we walked out of the girl's room. I wasn't sure if my voice was right for that yet, but I did well during practice.

Gabe seemed shocked as he saw me, and smiled.

"That's not bad at all. Turns out he was a better candidate than we thought," she said, walking back out to the food court with us. Violet seemed the scan the room. It was slightly more crowded since it was near lunch time.

"Hmm...see that group of boys over there? Go over there and ask one of them for their number. You don't have to talk to them much, they just have to be convinced that you're actually a girl," Violet said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if they *don't* buy it?" I asked, nervously.

"We'll be here to back you up. They don't look like they're from our school so it won't matter much, anyway," Violet said, giving me a slight nudge to go over there. I figured there probably wasn't going to be a way out of it, and secretly I was eager to see whether I was passable as "Jane", as well.

I walked over and they did appear to be more of a high school crowd, until I saw a face I knew amongst the small crowd of 5-6 boys eating lunch. It was Dex! He wasn't in his uniform, but I did remember him mentioning that he had friends close by. I was too close now to back out, as they started looking my way. Dex was actually the first to say something.

"Hey, there. What brings you over to this table?" He said as everyone started looking me over. It was incredibly hard for me to focus my feminine self to convince them. I just looked over to Dex, weirdly enough I felt slightly more comfortable with him there instead of a bunch of strangers.

"Umm, yeah. I was just wondering, you know, if I could get your number?" I said, trying to play up the feminine voice as much as I could. Dex looked at me for a second as if he were judging me. He then grabbed my hand and wrote his number down on the top of my hand.

"There you go. My name's Dex. What's your's?" He said, smiling.

"Uhh, Jeanne," I said, blushing and thinking 'Jane' was a bit too close.

"I look forward to talking to you later, then, if you don't want to spend more time away from your girlfriends over there," he said.

"No, I have to go soon. I hope to talk to you, too. Bye..." I said, walking back with my knees wobbly. Did he really buy it? It seems like he did.

They all seemed satisfied enough now that I had actually talked to others. The makeup did wash off pretty easily and I was able to go back to being Jon again rather easily. We boarded the shuttle back to school a few minutes after getting something to eat.

We didn't get back too late, so I still had plenty of time to catch up on the mountain of classwork I had to do. Dex got back a few hours later and didn't treat me any differently, which meant that he really didn't think it was me. I washed the number off of my hand, of course, but I hid it from him for the rest of the day just in case he saw the slight smudge. I guess this whole thing wouldn't be so bad, after all.

IV.

The next week went by surprisingly fast. We continued to practice as we did the previous Friday in the lead-up to Friday night's home football game, and the first of the season. The semester starts earlier in the summer than most schools, so that the winter break could be longer. I eventually got all of the routines down prety well, at least good enough to stay in step with the other freshmen, at least. It took me a while to get used to being lifted up for a pyramid, but by Thursday I was confident enough to do it during the game.

Talking to Gabby was weird the whole week, seeing her as a male then a female was hard to keep track of. Then again, it must have been even harder for the other girls in the squad seeing me frequently switching back and forth.

On Thursday we had a "dress rehearsal" of sorts by practicing in uniform with sneakers on to ensure we had all the steps down. I wore the uniform with the breast form and 'panties', but not the wig or makeup. Getting the exact order of the songs and chants was really the hardest part, but they assured me it often changed on-the-fly anyway, so I just had to focus on each of the routines.

I had never thought of myself as the kind of person to lead a double-life like the one I was leading. While everything was going smoothly now, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I would not be able to keep it a total secret forever.

After class got out I got a quick bite to eat before heading over to the gym. The game started at 6. I was more than a little nervous, going out to a mall where no one was paying particular attention to you was one thing, standing on the field and purposefully trying to catch people's attention was different.

As I walked into the locker room I heard Celeste giggling and talking in the bathroom. The door was left open, and I saw her working on someone's hair and makeup in the mirror.

"All done!" she cheered as they both turned around to look at me. Gabby- or Gabe- may have fooled me once but what I now saw was a version of Gabby with long black hair tied in ribbons with her uniform on. Besides the makeup there was also glitter and the school logo drawn on her cheef. She looked quite pretty, but uncomfortable at the same time. She seemed embarassed when she saw me.

"Just in time!" Celeste said. She had her own makeup on. "Get your uniform on and plop yourself in front of the mirror!" she said, looking increasingly excited. I changed completely in one of the bathroom stalls and then went over to get my own self made-up. It was longer and a bit more meticulous than the one done at the mall, and she even made the hair look more natural than normal. The somewhat gooey adhesive kept the wig on my head.

The others, including Violet, started filtering in along with Prof. Rosen, eventually. She gave me a strange look at first and then smiled.

"He turned out better than I thought," she said, smiling. She had not yet seen me completely made-up.

"Better than any of us thought," Violet said, getting dressed. At this point, seeing girls in their underwear regularly no longer seemed to bother me, and even Violet didn't seem to mind disrobing in front of me.

The rest of the girls got ready and we had a short practice to just go over the exact order of everything as well as practicing the pyramid a bit more to make sure we got it down.

We grabbed the pom-poms and all the other equipment we needed and started to head down to the field. Some people were already milling around the field. Our first job was to hold the banner for the players to run through, but I could already see people eyeing me- or more correctly, us. Even the football players practicing on the field gave us the occasional look. No one gave any indication that I might have been 'found out', which I saw as a good sign.

I was incredibly nervous after the game started and we lined up to start doing routines. I wasn't entirely in-step because of how apprehensive I was. I was able to shake it off eventually, however, and get into the spirit of the musical routines. I even found myself oddly being one of the loudest cheergirls at times, especially when on top of the pyramid. Both Violet and Celeste occasionally shot me looks as if to say "you're doing great."

We got to rest a bit during halftime when the band played, but it didn't seem like long enough. It's more exhausting when you're sitting there, thinking about it. The second half our team got more touchdowns, which meant we got to celebrate and work up the crowd more than the first half. The team still ended up losing but not by that much. I liked to think we had something to do with them coming back in the second half, but that might be wishful thinking.

V.

"Alright cheergirls, we had a good first game! We still need to work on some things, but for the size of our squad and the limited nature of our resources, I'm quite proud of all of you. Now head back to your dorms, wash up, and get some rest," Violet said as the rest of the girls were changing. Most of them were on the way out as I was just getting prepared to wash the makeup off, even Gabby.

"People at the dorm know my deal. The adhesive is somewhat hard to wash off so I prefer to do it there," she said while packing up.

"I'll stay back and lock up after you're done, Jane," Violet said as I headed into the bathroom and tried to wet the adhesive to get it to come loose with a washcloth. It was rather sticky stuff that was applied to the whole rim of the wig.

"You know, I don't think I ever properly thanked you," Violet said behind me.

"For what?" I asked, turning around because I was getting frustrated with the hair.

"The team was a lot bigger when I was a freshman. I was never really cut out to be what my parents wanted me to be, some kind of genius or career woman. The cheer squad gave me a place to feel a bit more normal. The team dwindled quickly last year, and I thought for sure it would die this year and I would have to go do something else. I would be a senior doing freshman activities. You helped keep it alive when you didn't have to. So, thanks," she said, blushing a bit. I could tell she wasn't use to these kind of heartfelt expressions.

"You're welcome. I was in a spot of trouble myself, really. I should be thanking you for being okay with...all this. I wasn't even okay with it for a while...," I said, talking more casually.

"It still perplexes me," she started saying. "You claim not to be gay or want to be transgender, yet you seem so comfortable with what you do. If you were truly a straight guy who just got put in this situation, I might have had a problem with letting you into the locker room."

"Well that's just the thing. I've been in private schools since grade school, and my parents always pushed me academically, but I was never smarter than most people. With all the schoolwork, I never really had time to think about it. To be honest, this whole cheerleader thing has made me think about it in a way I never did before," I said, trailing off. It was strange talking about this with Violet of all people, who seemed the least emotionally connected.

"So I suppose that means you are in an age of discovery, then. We all do, at a certain point. Not many people dive into as head-first as you, though," she said, taking a step forward into the somewhat small bathroom. "I mean, someone crossdressing and acting like a girl so convincingly, and you haven't even figured yourself out, yet? That takes guts. Or, you're just pretending to be confused when you're not at all," she said, smiling.

"I don't really know what to say," I said as she approached slowly.

"You don't have to say anything. Most guys would love to have a girl like me, you know. The truth is, I'm not into the big muscled football-player type, but I'm also not into other girls so much. I'm curious to see what a...person like you would do with a girl like me...," she said, blushing slightly as she shut the door behind us.

"Well you know what they say...curiosity killed the cat...," I said nervously, not totally sure what to expect at this point. I had no experience with sexual advances, and certainly not from a girl like Violet. She was in the training tee-shirt and casual sweat pants, which is what people normally wore at night.

"...and satisfaction brought him back. Don't worry, I'll do all the work and no one will know," she said, rubbing my shoulders. While I was very apprehensive, her smile was reassuring and it was hard to turn down an advance from her. It was probably the first time I thought of her in a sexual way, I forced myself not to before.

I was wearing my own casual wear which wasn't much different from her's, just with a more male-fitting shirt and shorts. Violet started rubbing my crotch through my shorts, and I could help it when I started to harden up. As it started to protrude and stretch my shorts out she started to straddle it with her thighs in between her legs. There was a significant height difference between us, and it became more than clear when she pressed herself against me.

She lifted her shirt up and pressed my face in her cleavage. I wasn't sure what to do, what the boundaries were with something like this. I started to kiss the inside of her breasts, which were still somewhat sweaty but that just made it more erotic. My member was fully fledged between her legs now as she moved them gently as if to massage it.

She slid her bra up to expose her very shapely breasts. I had seen them before with a bra on of course, but seeing her pink nipples aroused me. They aroused me even more when I was pushed into them and started kissing the perfect pair.

"I see you're a fan of breasts. One point to straight male...or gay female," she said playfully. She knelt down and played with my dick through my pants some more. My tip was already getting wet, and she put her finger on the wet spot at the end of my protrusion. After enough teasing she slid the casual shorts down to expose me fully. When I tried to shave my legs the first time I also shaved the area above my package. It was still mostly shaved. I was uncircumcized, but Violet didn't seem to mind as she took it in one hand and massaged my balls with the other.

Violet, smiling all the way brought her breasts forward and pressed my shaft between her breasts. It was so soft, and I shimmered as I felt her hot breath reach the tip of my member, which was releasing increasing amount of fluid from the tip. She moved her body up and down moving her breasts up and down my shaft. At the right spot, she would plant a kiss on my tip, and I let out a shudder and small moan whenever she did. An orgasm was quickly approaching as she quickened the pace, and she replaced the teasing kisses with quick licks.

I released the buildup, mostly on her chest and breasts but some on her face. It was the largest load I had released at the time. I breathed heavily after the orgasm but she kept her breasts in place as my erection went down. I looked at her as she stood up, and yet again I was at a loss for words.

"Didn't last that long. Two points in the 'you like girls' category," she said, keeping the same, somewhat shameless attitude she had before.

"Sorry... I wasn't expecting..." I said, still trying to catch my breath. She went in front of the sink and washed the seed from chest and face and put her bra and shirt back on.

"It's no problem. That was probably your first time with anyone, right? Can't expect you to last too long. Now hurry along, it'll be past curfew soon," she said casually as if something minor just happened. Similar to how I felt more comfortable in cheerleader mode, she seemed most happy and comfortable in that mode, whatever you want to call it.

She was right about curfew, though, and my building was a rather long walk from the training room. I gathered my things quickly and walked out the door. It hit me when I walked outside, and started down the path, I still had the wig and makeup on! I quickly walked back but Violet must have already locked the door. Even if it was open, I would be out past curfew by a long time if I tried to get the stuff off in there.

Luckily, since it was close to curfew, there weren't many people around. My building also worked by having to scan a key-card that logs the times you leaving or come back, a way to keep track of students and ensure they don't stay up past curfew. This was also lucky as it meant there was no one at the front door to greet me and see me. Just to be safe, I walked with my windbreaker on back to my building with the hood up.

I was able to make it to my floor without anyone seeing me, but I still didn't want Dex to find out. If this run of luck would continue, he would be exhausted from the game and already be asleep, allowing me to slip into the bathroom and get the stuff off without him noticing.

I slid my card and opened the door. I saw Dex eating a burrito and watching his own mini-TV on the bed. I froze as he looked over.

"Hey there...what was it, Jeanne? You never did call me," he said, smiling.

VI.

"When did you find out?" I asked as I sat down on my bed.

"Are you kidding? It only took a few seconds after you walked up to me. You can change your hair and clothes, but you can't change your height, eyes, or...demeanor," he said casually while eating his burrito.

"And you didn't say anything?" I asked, feeling defeated. I was so confident before that I had fooled him.

"Well it's not a big deal to me, but it is interesting that you don't want anyone to know. Even with this school's reputation? Do you plan to...you know...come out?"

"I'm not sure how my parents would react. I didn't do it because I really wanted to dress like a girl," I said. "But no, I don't want people to know right now..."

"Well, you played the part of a girl well enough, shaking your ass out there with all the others. When I saw you hanging out with Violet Waters, that's when I had no doubt it was you."

"How much do you know about Violet?" I asked.

"I know her as well as everyone else on the team. A girl like her doesn't exactly escape notice, especially when she's the captain of the cheer squad. As much as all the veterans on the team want her as their trophy-girlfriend, as far as I know she's never dated anyone from the team. Most people around here don't have time to date," he said, finishing up his late meal.

"So does all this mean you won't tell anyone?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, it's not quite that easy, I'm afraid. You remember how I said people don't have time to date around here? You should, because I just said it. You see, I went to the public middle school in town. I grew up in this area, but did well enough to get in here. Problem is, a lot of my old friends I keep in touch with don't see me as the leader of the pack anymore. I used to have those middle school girls eating out of my hand, but now, nothing. Getting a girl to just go out with me on the weekends is more or less impossible. Of course, the guys would never understand something like that," he said, lying back.

"What are you getting at?" I asked, not liking the possible answer to that question.

"It's simple. You go out with me tomorrow and some other times. Most of the guys think you were cute, and you already showed interest in me, even if it was just acting. Us being an item would make perfect sense to them. It was also be nice to have a girlfriend to show my parents," he continued to say very casually, as if he already thought all of this out.

"Do I have a choice in this?" I said, blushing, not looking forward to the idea of having to play his girlfriend.

"Don't treat it like that. Just think of it as helping a friend out. I'll owe you a favor," he said.

"It still doesn't feel much like a choice," I said wearily.

As I said that, the lights and TV turned off. A half-hour after curfew was lights-out, and that's one way they enforced it. The lights in the bathroom still came on, though, so I finally got the infernal wig off and washed off the makeup. After all that, it didn't seem so hard anymore. I laid back in my bed, trying to sleep and knowing it would be hard. It was such a long night, and there was plenty to think about. What did I just get myself into?

It feels like you are to focused on the plot and not on the smut

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There'll be more smut. Just have to set it up right first.

VII.

I had to call Celeste up pretty early the next day to give me the makeup and possibly apply it to me.

"I think you should practice doing it yourself, this time. It's just the light, casual stuff, not the heavy stuff we wear during games," she said as we met up in one of the girl's bathrooms. I already had my wig on and some of the casual clothes Violet had me wear the previous weekend during the 'test'. If only she knew the consequences of that. I told Celeste the situation, but she didn't seem to bothered by it. Nothing seemed to bother her.

"Well, at least you'll get to know your friend better! Not many people here have friends that can drive them into town," she said, teaching me how to apply blush correctly. Dex couldn't drive himself, but he had a friend in town who picked him up on weekends for hangout sessions. I still felt somewhat sick at the prospect of pretending to be someone's girlfriend, but very new things were coming in fast succession for me. If I could handle becoming a female-looking cheerleader in the span of a week, who said I couldn't do this?

I met Dex in the parking lot a few minutes later. He looked at me favorably.

"Not bad, not bad. I think they'll definitely be convinced," he said, looking me over. I resented him, being somewhat blackmailed into this situation and he was acting like it was normal. "Jeez, don't look so grumpy. It gives off the wrong signals if you look like I have a gun to your head," he said playfully. I was not in the mood.

"I am grumpy. No, no, I'm *pissed*. You just spring this one me and-"

In the middle of my sentence Dex lifted my chin up and planted a kiss on my lips. I was taken by surprise and tried to pull away for a second before just giving in as he swirled his tongue in my mouth. When he pulled away I had a sort of half-blank, half-surprised look on my face. It was the first time I had ever been kissed, let alone frenched in the middle of a parking lot.

"There, try to keep that feeling in you for the rest of the day," he said as the car pulled up next to us. The driver rolled down the window and greeted us.

"Hey, Dex. I see you followed up on little red over there. Good going," the boy in the sedan said. He must not have been much older than Dex himself, probably just got his license.

"Sure did. Jeanne, this is Pete. You might have saw them at the table," he said to me, behind him.

"H-hi Pete. I think I did see you there, I think," I said nervously, trying to channel the feminine voice to the best of my ability again.

"I gotta say, I was sort of disappointed you didn't come to me. You wouldn't be the first girl Dex stole from me, isn't that right?" Pete said laughing as Dex opened the back seat door for me.

"You still on my ass about that? It's not stealing if the product walks into your hands, you know," he said as he went around the other side and got into the backseat next to me. Dex and his friend talked about random stuff, I stayed quiet but he had his arm around me the whole time. I tried not to come off as angry, just a quiet shy girl around new people. That's how I was normally, anyway.

We met his friends outside the mall. I nervously greeted all of them, and some of them recognized me from the game.

"You didn't seem quite this shy when you were shaking your ass out there!" one of them jokingly said. There was little I could do other than blush.

We went in while it was still early and not many people were around. I held Dex's hand most of the time, and he led me around as they wandered around some of the shops, but they didn't take long before setting course for the arcade. As a boy who was never that popular, I was somewhat well-acquainted with games, but I wasn't sure how I should act as a girl. Without my glasses I probably couldn't play 100% if I wanted to.

On ever game I tried to play like ski-ball or one of the shooting games, Dex would make a note to "help me out" but getting right in back of me and "showing me how it's done", often with a lot of touching and contact below the waist. He even patted my ass a few times in front of his friends. He was certainly playing up the whole "she's my girlfriend, take that," vibe to the max. He even got enough tickets to get me a small stuffed bear by the end of it. I tried to act like I appreciated it, and even gave him a small kiss afterward.

I tried my best not to know any indication that I was loving this treatment, but the truth was that it wasn't so bad. Just as if I got some small satisfaction from being ogled and leered at as a cheerleader, being seen as a girl outside of that also gave me some satisfaction. It was hard for me to acknowledge it, though, underneath the resentment and anger I felt towards Dex.

I had a salad for lunch, I wasn't big on eating much, normally. Dex also suggested it would make me more like a girl if I did that. They all decided to go to a movie, they were always half-off for midday matinees and such. We tried to decide what movie to watch, and were mostly split. Apparently they had seen most of the movies already and didn't know what else to choose from.

"Well, I guess we can the 'The Independents' a try. At the very worst we can just laugh at how bad it is," Pete said.

"I think we're going to watch 'Best Man'," Dex said, while looking at me. I had heard of that movie, it was some kind of raunchy romantic comedy. 'The Independents', on the other hand, was a really cheesy action flick.

"We watched that last week, remember? Not long after you got her number," one of the guys said in surprise.

"Yeah, but she hasn't seen it and I'm sure she'll enjoy it. 'The Independents' looks pretty bad, anyway. This is technically our first date, too," Dex said, grabbing my hand, again.

"Well that's fine, I guess. So long as this doesn't turn into some kind of Yoko Ono situation," Pete said, laughing it off.

After he bought the tickets he got a drink and we started on the way to the theater.

"What are you doing? I thought the point of this was to show me off," I whispered as we walked down the hall to the right theater.

"Right, and as I said to them, we're supposed to be on a date of some sort. Doesn't make sense if we're not alone some of the time," he said, smiling while we walked into the theater.

"Do we actually have to watch it, though?" I asked.

"Wouldn't hurt. It's a moderately funny movie," he said as we waled into the seating area.

The theater was more or less deserted, the movie was a few weeks old and there was maybe only 4 or 5 other people in the theater when the previews started. He led me up to the very top row of the theater, right under the hole in the wall where the projector was.

The movie was mainly just sex jokes, only a few of them were funny. It didn't take long for Dex to start rubbing my leg and hiking up my skirt.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, grabbing his hand.

"I can make you look real bad right now. Leaving you in the theater and going to my friends, talking about how you were secretly a guy all along. You don't want that, do you?" he whipsered back. He placed his hand over mine and put the cupholder in between us up. He guided my hand over to his package. "This is what couples do during raunchy movies, haven't you heard?" he whispered again before bringing my face over and kissing me again. His intention was to make out in the movie theater, possibly do more.

We must have made out for at least half a minute before he put my hand back near his crotch and started moving and rubbing it over his jeans. I wanted to cry and barge out, but it was too dangerous. I guess it was my fault for getting myself into this whole mess and letting him do this to me in the first place.

He started to get hard under his jeans and he started pulling me a bit closer to him.

"Unzip me," he whipsered again in my ear. I could argue, the people down below would no doubt hear us. I can't say that I wasn't attracted to him before and slightly curious about what he looked like down there, but this wasn't the way I wanted it to happen at all.

I found his zipper and slid it down, opening his pants. It only took a slight adjustment before his erection came popping out of his boxers underneath. I started lightly stroking it, it was dark so I couldn't make it out totally. It was at least an inch longer than mine, though.

"Don't take it the wrong way...you're just incredibly cute like that, and I couldn't resist the chance..." he said as he moved his arm from arm to my head and started running his hands through hair I couldn't feel. He didn't have to push me, I knew what he wanted and slowly lowered my head down to his now-fully-hard dick. I still had my hand stroking it and held it near its base as I lowered my lips near his tip. I wasn't sure whether I was ready for it or not, and I just held it there for a few long seconds before opening my mouth (which still had traces of Dex's saliva in it) and enclosing the tip.

I wasn't sure what to expect as I never thought I would be doing this. It tasted sweaty and had a distinct smell. I had to get used to the feel of his cock in my mouth before moving it at all. He massaged my head and pushed it down a bit before, forcing more of it in my mouth. I came back up, but as I did he pushed back down, and after a while I got used to doing it naturally.

I had a decent rhythm going when he moved his hand off of my head and onto my back. Drops of precum started coming out of his cock as he continued to move his own hand to my ass and reached under my skirt. He placed his finger on my asshole through the panties and rubbed. It only gave me a small pleasure as I had to continue go down on my roommate of all people for what seemed like hours.

Both of us tried to make as little noise as possible, and the other people in the theater never seemed to notice. Not that I could really tell, with my eyes being pointed downward for the duration of the event. I started to get a little hard at his incessant fingering, even though he never penetrated or shifted my panties.

The end (or should I say, climax) came when squirts of his seed bathed the inside of my mouth and throat. I tried not to make noise by coughing, so I kept as still as possible, keep my lips around his tip as squirt after squirt came into my mouth. He brought his hand up to my head again after he was finished and allowed me to come up. I still held his semen in my mouth, and figuring it would make quite the mess if I spit it out, I ended up swallowing it as his dick once again became flaccid and he put it away and zipped himself back up. The idea of having to swallow this bastard's semen disgusted me, but I didn't want to make a scene as I sat back up.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said as he kissed my cheek, likely not wanting to kiss my lips for chance of catching some of his own semen in his mouth. I stayed silent. Needless to say, I had no idea what was going on in the movie anymore and no longer cared to know.

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And that is a bad thing? There's other fapfics out there.

VIII.

Things strangely got more normal after that day. Dex didn't try anything else the rest of the day. We were able to get back to school and go to our room without anyone seeing me. When I was Jon, Dex treated me the same way he always did, it seemed. He never mentioned what he did in the movie theater again for some time.

The week went very normally, and I started to get better at balancing the work and cheer practice. We worked out new routines and some new songs, and like Dex Violet never once mentioned what happened in the locker room after the game, and treated me no different. It was like both events never happened.

It was two weeks until the next home game, but it was homecoming so we had to be at our best. There were no activities on Fridays so that people could go to the sports games be they home or away, but facilities were typically still open. During the previous eventful weekend I noticed that I got quite stiff and lost some of my flexibility because I wasn't stretching very often. Flexibility in general was one of my weaknesses, so I figured I would go to the training room and stretch out.

The gym was empty, but the door was unlocked. We weren't technically supposed to be in the activity areas alone, but there weren't an awful lot of equipment to damage or steal in the gym. I got dressed in the locker room, I had gotten used to wearing the training uniform to the point where it became second nature. A tee-shirt and shorts seemed very normal compared to the full-on ensemble of girls' clothes I had worn before.

Before heading out onto the floor I went into the bathroom to...relieve some pressure. I was only in there for about a minute before I heard someone come into the locker room. I should have anticipated that, but I kept the door slightly ajar which was like saying "the bathroom is open". I tried to close the door the rest of the way but couldn't reach it.

I looked out of the crack and I saw Gabby- or reall Gabe as she was in her boy's uniform. She didn't go over to her own locker, though, but instead looked around a bit before before stopping in front of Violet's locker. Violet was definitely going to the game, she always did, even when they were relatively far. None of the cheerleaders kept an awful lot in the locker room, but Violet always secured her locker with a combination lock.

Gabby appeared to know the combination, however, as the locker came open a few seconds later. I probably should have announced my presence before, but now it appeared that something was going on. Gabby started gingerly looking through the various clothes and belongings of Violet, and reached down to the small basket on one of the shelves and started pulling things out. I recognized them as Violet's panties and bras.

Gabby started undressing. I saw her chest binding and boxer shorts as she took off her uniform. Although she was relatively convincing as a boy, when showing skin it was clear she had feminine curves, something I already knew while seeing her undress for practice. I didn't totally understand why she was putting on Violet's underwear on, the panties seemed to fit right but the matching pink bra certainly did not.

The purpose became clear, however, as she picked up another pair of panties and pushed it to her nose, inhaling deep as she reached down and started rubbing herself hard over Violet's dirty panties that she was wearing. It was strange seeing Gabby act so shameless, she always went out of her way to project a an air of composure. Seeing her...lose it like this was unexpected. I tried to stay as quiet as possible as she started licking the inside of the crotch of Violet's panties.

Her knees started to buckle as she rubbed faster and moaning loudly. She sat down with her back to the locker and started panting loudly, ketting out moans at various volumes. I could tell she was fingering herself rather roughly with her hand down the panties. All at once, she seemed to stop and starting convulsing, putting her hand over her mouth to keep herself from yelling too loudly.

She sat there, breathing heavily for a full minute before getting up and mixing the panties and bra within the dirty underwear pile. Her normal composure returned quickly as she got dressed in the boy's uniform again. I had a feeling this was not at all the first time she had done this. She gathered her things and left the locker room.

I didn't really feel like stretching out after that.

IX.

Violet wanted us to stay and practice a routine involving a double pyramid that we couldn't quite get down during the previous week. I tried not to think about what happened with Gabby as I was practicing with her, but I still had plans to catch Celeste after practice and talk to her about it. They seemed like very tight friends.

I was able to get her alone in front of the fountain as she was walking back to her dorm.

"Hey, Celeste," I said, getting her attention.

"Oh, hey Jon, what's up? I don't think we've ever really hung outside practice," she said. "You know, except for that one time at the mall."

"Yeah, I guess we haven't. We're in different grades and different dorms, after all," I said, not really sure how to start the awkward conversation.

"You wanna go to one of the lounges and hang out there, maybe?" she asked, smiling. The school had small lounges dotted around where people could talk about group projects or just eat snacks whilst socializing. They were usually pretty crowded on Saturdays, but I figured that would mean we would blend in while talking about the difficult subject.

We walked down to one of the bigger lounges and Celeste got some potato chips from a vending machine before we sat down in one of the corners, away from as many people as we could.

"So, what's up?" she asked, opening the bag and starting to munch on them.

"Well, it's about Gabby..." I relayed to her an abridged version of what I had seen in the locker room just the day before. At the end of the story she seemed to look somewhat distraught. I figured at the time she might have been disturbed by the story and didn't think Gabby did those kinds of things.

"Hmmm..." she sighed as she finished the bag. "Oh, Gabby..."

"I guess you're surprised by it, too..." I said, feeling somewhat bad.

"Huh? Well, sort of. Gabby- or Gabe- has always had a boy's heart, I guess. I'm not really surprised he would do pervy stuff like that. It's just..." she trailed off, blushing.

"Just what?"

"It's just...I never lock my locker. Why not me? I keep panties in there, she knows that! And yet she goes out of her way to steal and sniff perfect little Mary-Sue Violet's dirty underwear. Are my dirty articles not enough for her? Sheesh..." she said, in a more angry way.

"So wait...you have no problem with it, you just wanted her to steal your stuff?" I asked, surprised at this turn of the conversation.

"That's not the point! I just want her to notice me. Am I not desirable? We've known each other since we were in the first grade, and even back then she was more boy than girl, with her short hair and boy's clothes. She would always stick up for me when other girls or boys picked on me. Pretty girls like Violet, making fun of me because I got lice! Lice like clean hair, you know!" Her face was real red now as other people started to notice. I had never seen her get this flustered before, and I feared I just let something in her out.

"So does that mean that you're a...you know... and you like Gabby?" I asked quietly, hoping she would follow my lead and keep her own voice down. Her expression turned from pouty to embarassed very quickly.

"Oh... well, not really. I like boys. But it still feels nice to be noticed, you know. It feels nice to be appreciated. We started hanging out a lot when we were in middle school and my parents got the wrong idea and ordered me not to see her anymore. I thought she really did like me. We both came here because we could hang out without having to worry about my parents. But ever since she doesn't look at me the way she used to anymore..." she said, switching from embarassed to slightly sad.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you're pretty cute. I mean, I wouldn't root through your underwear or anything, but you know..." I said, blushing slightly.

"Awww, that's sweet of you to say. Unfortunately you don't count because you're gay or something," she said, smiling.

"Well I'm not really gay...but I see where you're coming from in any case," I said, looking away in mild frustration. "So about Gabby, what do you think I should do?"

"Hmm, well, I can't really make that call. It's up to you. You can tell Violet about what happened or talk to Gabby directly. I don't like hard decisions, myself," she said.

"Alright, I guess that makes sense. Thanks for the talk, Cel," I said, getting up.

"Yeah, I better get going too, dinner soon and all. See ya later, Jon!" she said, getting up and bouncing off herself.

After a quick bite to eat at dinner I got back to the room. Dex was laying on his bed watching the TV when I walked in. I noticed there was a dark red cocktail-style dress laid out on my bed, and Dex hardly seemed to acknowledge my existence.

"Dex, what is this about?" I asked somewhat sternly.

"What? A guy can't go out and buy a nice dress for his friend on a whim? For niceness?" he said while not even looking over to me.

I stared at him as if to say 'tell me the real reason'.

"Jeez, fine, there's this shindig tomorrow, my dad's old frat buddies and my mom's sorority sisters all get together at a nice dinner party at my house. It might impress a few more people if I had my girlfriend around my arm, no?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Fine."

"Just fine?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah," I said, holding the dress up. "I'm tired of arguing. I guess you could say I'm getting used to it more, now."

"Or maybe you just like it more," he sais, semi-joking.

"Maybe I do."

X.

"Stop figeting with it. Looks fine," Dex said as we walked into his house. It was rather large, and quite a few cars were already parked outside when we arrived.

"I've never worn a dress like this before. Always feels like it's riding up a litle because of the air..." I said, pulling it down as far as it would go. It concealed my shoulders but showed some of my chest. Luckily the breast forms weren't really noticeable.

We went in arm-in-arm and I tried my best to act cheeful in front of his parents. It didn't feel as bad because it was parents and not just his immature friends. We greeted his dad at the door, and his mom a few seconds later. Both of them seemed rather satisfied with me as his girlfriend, and also was surprised he even had a girlfriend as many don't get into relationships at the school.

There were tables scattered around the main floor of the house, with people either milling around, sitting down to eat, or getting something to eat from one of the buffet tables. Dex brought me around to his parents table and we ate with them. Luckily, I only had to answer simple questions that had relatively easy answers. Since "Jeanne Hightower" also went to Golden Orchard, they already knew what my day-to-day life was like.

After we were done eating we milled around, and I had to introduce myself at least 15 times to the various patrons. Eventually Dex's mom pulled me away to talk with her and her sorority friends, asking me what my plans were for college. I was only a freshman in high school, but the experience with my parents showed me that these kind of people prepare for such things in preschool. Being considered "one of the girls" was a strange feeling, but an exciting one regardless. It's one thing to be with a bunch of girls who know you are really a boy, a very different thing to be taken seriously as a young woman.

"So, how is my boy? Does he treat you the way he should?" she asked when we started talking one-on-one.

"He's...sweet. And, er, funny. We try to talk to each other pretty often, but we're both pretty busy with school and all..." I said, blushing nervously. She looked me over trying to assess whether I was telling the truth.

"That's good. He was somewhat of a player in middle school, treated girls in a way I wouldn't necessarily approve of. Hopefully now that he is in a different environment, he'll start treating nice girls like you the way I taught him to," she said, smirking. "Has he...you know...tried anything with you?"

"Oh. No. Well, not really. I mean, you know," I said, not trying to make eye contact.

"Haha, I understand, sweetheart. If you find yourself in that situation, just make sure to use protection. I can help you with that, if you want. I'm sure he's clean, I just don't want a young lady like you to enjoy the wonders of motherhood prematurely," she said, laughing somewhat.

"That won't be necessary, ma'am. I can handle myself with that...issue," I said, feeling more than a little embarassed at the question.

"You seem like a smart girl, so I'll leave it to you," she said before taking her leave.

I went back to Dex and we milled around for a while more. I continued to play the part of the shy new girlfriend for the rest of the night. After most of the guests had left me, and Dex went upstairs to his room. It would be more correct to call it his suite, as it was complete with a bedroom, entertainment room, and full bathroom. It even had a smaller refrigerator and microwave in the entertainment room. It was much bigger than our dorm. Dex had permission to stay that night at his house, and was able to persuade the faculty to let me stay without my parent's knowledge since it was right in town. I brought some clothes and changed into them, but kept the wig and breast forms on just in case his parents came along.

"So, how do you like the digs?" Dex asked as I sat down on his bed.

"This is a nice place. Definitely old money," I said.

"Quite old, actually. But let's not talk about that," he said, standing in front of me. "I feel that I have to apologize. I perhaps didn't treat you with much respect during our first date. I hope you'll forgive me, and accept my offer to start over," he said, rather formally.

"Accept what?" I asked, looking at him as he sat down next to me.

He kissed me as he did the previous time, but it felt softer, more inviting. That might have been because I was a little bit more ready for it and receptive of it myself. I had mentally prepared myself for the possibility of him trying something more tonight, and my instincts were right.

Dex reached down to my crotch as we exchanged saliva and started cradling my package gingerly through the sweat-pants that I brought. I couldn't help but get hard as he handled it, finding the shaft and finding my sensitive spots.

He slid his body behind me and I could feel his own hardening shaft against my back as he hugged my midsection front behind and slid my sweats down to expose my panties. My dick was poking out of the top, and he ran his hand up and down my growing shaft while kissing my neck.

When I was as hard as I could get Dex grabbed my by the waist and pulled me into a horizontal position, my back laying on his muscular midsection as he slid my panties down to my knees. Part of me wanted to protest, to plead to just keep this relationship an act, but another part of me couldn't resist his hold and his touch. He pulled down his own pants and underwear and got more comfortable under me. I could feel now that he was fully hard, and his dick went from my lower back to farther down to my buttcheeks.

"This will feel very good, I promise," Dex said as he took his two fingers and put them in my mouth, swirling them around my tongue before reaching down and entrace of my hole. I closed my eyes and let out a soft breath as he pushed his fingers inside me, stretching his fingers inside to get it lubed. He worked his way more inside to get it as lubed as possible before taking them out.

He moved his arms from my waist to my calves, lifting my legs and bottom up and positing my boyhole right on top of his shaft. He pushed his tip into me slightly before hugging my waist again and pushing my body down. I felt his rod dig into me gradually. I felt down to my own crotch to realize he was balls-deep inside of me. He started moving my waist to distribute more moisture inside me.

I started to make small moans as he pulled me up again, taking it out to his tip before he slid it back in again. I felt his member touching something inside me that set my own dick off. He started pick up in the rhythm as small dots of precum started coming out of me.

It hit me at that point that I was really having sex. With my roommate. And I was liking it. My experience with Violet may have been the first time I achieved orgasm with someone else's help, but feeling his shaft go into and out of me rhythmically made me realize that this was no longer playing around. Still, my mind was too hazy to contemplate such thoughts at the time.

I felt the pressure build up in my own loins as I could see the trail of spunk going from the tip of my penis onto my belly. I had a feeling Dex wasn't very close yet, so I tried to hold off as the soft in-and-outs became faster and more slippery poundings. Hot slaps became loud as my ass made contact with his pelvis.

I started squirming in his hold as the pressure became too much. I closed my eyes and tried to fight it.

"You need to cum, baby?" he whispered in my ear as he reached down and rubbed my super-sensitive shaft. I nodded my head with my eyes clothes and gave in. Spurts came out of my shaft in quick succession coating my already somewhat-gooey belly, making a sheen and pooling in my belly button. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone would hear as I tried to keep my body under control. Dex never stopped pounding away at my whole during the orgasm, which made it even more heavenly.

My body went limp as I finished and started catching my breath. Dex kept a hold on me, but stopped pounding for a minute and took his two fingers and spreading it across my belling, taking some of the spunk and inserting the fingers into my mouth. It left a trail going up my body and onto my shirt, which was still on. I sucked my own cum off of his fingers as he started to go at me again.

I could tell he was trying to finish up now as he took more control and started pounding my ass hard. My dick remained somewhat hard and I even felt some pressure building again, but it didn't last long as I felt Dex's body and convulse and heard his own short grunts and moans as I felt my cavity get significantly more wet and slippery. He held himself in place as he finished cumming inside me.

After he was finished, we both stayed in the position as we caught our breath. I could feel his dick get more flaccid inside me before he pulled it out, leaving a small buildup of his spunks to leak out of my hole and onto the sheets. He adjusted so that now we were both on our sides, but he didn't let go of his hug. We just laid there for a minute or so in silence before he let go and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Told ya so," he said smiling to me as I looked over. He went to go take a shower and told me I could use it after him. Cum was still leaking out of my ass, and I wasn't sure what to do about it. I slid my panties back up and just watched TV in his entertainment room while he washed up. Although I took the wig off when I got in the shower, I kept it on when I came out.

"Where should I sleep?" I asked, already basically knowing the answer.

"My bed is always open. I think you'll make a good little spoon," he said, laughing as he got in bed and covered him self in the blanket. I had never slept with someone before, even a family member. I climbed in with him and he held me close again, but didn't try anything more sexually as he turned out the light and we slept together. It did feel warm, and strangely enough, I was content.

XI.

I was able to change back in one of the restrooms in the school before going to class the next day. Dex's mom was the one who dropped us off, and she did it early enough so that I wasn't late to class after changing.

Like the week before, Dex hardly paid me any mind as "Jon". He joked around with me in class but never showed any acknowledgement of what happened before. It made my somewhat disappointed, to be honest. In some way I thought he really cared about me, and not just "Jeanne".

There was still the issue of Gabby, though. I went through one day without talking to either of them, but I knew I had to make a decision before too much time passed, even if that decision was to do nothing.

a. Talk to Gabby.
b. Talk to Violet.
c. Forget it ever happened.

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XIa.

I decided to try and get Gabby alone as I had gotten Celeste alone before. I respected her- or him- I thought he was mature and composed enough to handle being confronted about it. I felt a kind of kinship with her, although I probably can't relate entirely because I'm not a girl full-time.

Because she had more to change in and out of, Gabe was often the last one out of the locker room. I caught him as he came out.

"Hey, Gab- er, Gabe," I said, getting his attention.

"Oh, it's you, Jon. That was a good practice, I think we'll do well on Friday. What's up?" he said, looking somewhat surprised.

"Can we go somewhere and talk? Maybe at one of the lounges?" I asked, wanting to get him into a more public place just in case it did turn into a scene. I wasn't absolutely sure how she'd react.

"Sure, I'm cool with that. Lead the way," he said, smiling and probably thinking I was seeking advice about being transgender or something.

The lounge was about as packed as it always was right after activities and before dinner.

"So what's up?" he asked, opening a can of soda.

"Uhh, well, I'm not sure how to say this. I guess I'll just say...I saw you. You know. Doing something in the locker room," I said nervously. She immediately started blushing and looking away, knowing what I was talking about.

"Listen, I'm sorry. It's just, you leave your locker unlocked and you waited a whole weak to do laundry that one time and I just couldn't..." he said, her lower manly voice starting to break a little.

"Wait, what? My laundry?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Huh? You were talking about... when did you..."

"I saw you with Violet's dirty...things. Not mine."

"Ohhh boy, well, that sort of gives me away, then. I guess you were hiding in the bathroom. I knew Violet's combination because she actually told me once, when she wanted me to run back and get something from her locker."

"So does that mean you usually do...mine?"

"Yeah... you gathered up all your dirty stuff, though, so I had to settle for Violet's stuff. But I do like...guy's underwear a lot more than girls'. I wear them myself, of course, but it's different when it actually has the correct...scent."

"I see... well, to be honest, I never really prepared for that. I'm not saying it necessarily sickens me, but I just don't know what to think about it."

"I don't want it to ruin our friendship or anything...I'll stop doing it. It's not terribly becoming of one such as myself, anyway. I do like that you had the courage to come to me about it, however. It says a lot about you," he said, smiling.

"So does this mean that you...like...me?"

"No, you're not really my type...as a boy. As Jane you are quite cute, if I do say so myself," she said, blushing again. "I still think you need some work, however," she said winking before getting up. "I'll see you later."

That particular conversation didn't exactly go as expected, but I thought it had a decent outcome.
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XIb.

I figured out of all the people in this situation, Violet was the one who needed to know the most. At the very least, she needed to know to change her combination lock or something. She had the keys to the locker room so she always was the last one to leave after practice, I decided to take my time and wait for her as she was coming out of the training room.

"Jon? What's up?" she said, as I approached her after practice. How would one even start a conversation like this? At least I was the one playing the noble good guy.

"There's something I want to talk about. I saw something the other day you should probably know about..."

I relayed to her what I saw whilst spying on Gabe in the locker room, leaving out some of the more lurid and potentially embarassing details. She kept a composed but not particularly telling expression on her face as she heard the story. I wasn't sure what to expect as a response when I got done.

"Well... that is...interesting..." she said, smiling a little bit. "In some ways I'm not surprised, in some ways it's...flattering," she said, smiling a bit and trying to laugh it off. It was still impossible to tell whether or not she was angry, disgusted, or indifferent. She was very likely used to people lusting after her in various ways.

"Anyway...I just thought you should know. I don't know if you want to talk with Gabby or something like that, but it should be your decision," I said, not knowing what else to day. She smiled, on the verge of laughing.

"You know, this is the first time you've shown any significant amount of backbone. I find it somewhat endearing," she said. That was much more of an insult than a compliment, but I suppose it wasn't completely untrue. Confidence and courage were not my strong suits. "I do appreciate you telling me. I have to head back to my dorm now, but you can expect this to come back in a good way for you. You shouldn't expect anything to change between me and Gabby, either."

She started down the cobblestone path back to her dorm. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by "come back to me in a good way", in some ways it made me nervous. I guess that was an example of my lack of backbone. I went down the opposite path back to my own dorm, anxious about the future, as always.
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XIc.

Ultimately, it was too risky in my opinion to tell either person. I was never one to rock the boat and I didn't feel like starting now. I would pretend like it never happened and move on accordingly.

I had little to do after practice, though. I didn't have any big homework that needed to be done, even Dex was probably still at practice or hanging out in one of the lounges. Since it was the first time I actually felt like I had free time, I went down to one of the lounges myself.

I was reading over some coursework while muching on some chips as the chatter grew around me. I don't know what compelled me to look up at that time, but I did. I saw Dex and Celeste sitting down at one of the tables across the room, talking and laughing. I didn't know they even knew each other. I approached them and Dex was the first to notice me. At first he looked perturbed, but then he regained his composure.

"Heya Jon. What's going on?" Dex said casually. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed pretend not to know Celeste, and Celeste looked like she was confused on the subject as well. I figured I would just let the cat out of the bag, since they both knew already.

"Hey Dex. I didn't know you and Celeste were acquainted," I said, sitting down next to them on the small round table.

"We just met, actually. I did recognize her from the squad, of course. Me and Jon are room-mates, and I know about his extracurriculars," he said, taking a gulp from his soda.

"I see, well, that's understandable. Your friend is pretty cool, Jon. I'm surprised we haven't met sooner," she said looking at him with a smile. What was going on here? I knew Dex was some kind of womanizer, but it felt a bit too coincidental that he was going after Celeste.

"We're going to a school-sanctioned party together tomorrow. I figured you two might be friends, since you're both on the squad. Not getting in between anything, am I?" Dex said with a smile, knowing we weren't.

"No, we're just friends. Jon has been quite the...addition to the squad," she said.

"Yeah, feel free. Cel here is a really nice girl, helped me out plenty of times," I said, smiling and playing it off. Considering my own...relationship with Dex, taking her to the dance might complicate thing. Then again, the only people who see me as his girlfriend exist outside of the school.

We made small talk for a little while before I excused myself to go back to my dorm for a little while before dinner. I had a lot to think over.

Moar?

XIIa.

The next couple of days went swimmingly. The team continued to gear up for Friday and little changed between me and Gabby, if anything she seemed to smile more in my direction and was more open about patting and touching me as she had the other girls.

The only thing we weren't quite sure about was the double pyramid formation, while the buttom pieces including Gabby were stable and I was able to keep my balance alright, the middle pieces were still a little shaky. Still, Violet was confident enough to try it out during the big homecoming game at least once.

Friday, the day of the game, was rather busy. After school I had to change quickly to do the pep rally, which mostly just included standing there and leading many of the little activities. Violet did more than any of us, leading the pep rally while the rest of us just backed her up.

Leading up the game there were also festivities, but nothing too exhausting. By the time the game actually started, I was already getting somewhat tired of doing the cheer thing. Good thing this was a once-in-a-year kind of thing.

We did our routine well, including the regular pyramids we had practiced at for weeks. When the team was behind and trying to rally before half-time, Violet decided it was time to attempt it to try and get the crowd more involved.

It started out well as they lifted me up and the pyramid was formed. The crowd cheered as we had never done something like that before. I felt a wave of motion under me. My heart raced quickly as me and the girls under me started to lose their balance. We had fallen in practice before, but it was on a soft mat and I had learned to fall pretty well so I didn't hurt myself. However, my trajectory was twisted and I landed on the asphalt on the running track front-end first and landed directly on my right arm.

I felt the crack come from forearm and I couldn't put on weight on it when I tried to get up. A chorus of worried sounds came from the audience as I looked up to see familiar eyes looking down on me.

"Did you hurt anything?" Violet's voice asked from the background.

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure my arm is broken...or disloacted, or something...the left one..." I said, rolling over to my other side to take pressure off of my arm.

"Are you okay to walk, then?" Gabby asked on the other side of me.

"Yeah, I should be able to walk if you help me up..." I said, and shortly after they lifted me on my feet by my arm pits. My legs felt like they might be bruised, but I could walk on them fine.

"Gabby, take her to the the infirmary, the nurse should be standing by somewhere for the game anyway. The rest of us will stay out here," Violet said seriously. Gabby nodded as she put her arm around me and led me away. I could hear most of the audience clapping as I walked off, it didn't really do much to save the embarassment, however.

The nurse took me to the infirmary, and Gabby remained with me as I sat on the bed in the office. The nurse quickly diagnosed it as a bone fracture and the ambulance that was sitting in wait for the game was called in for me after the game was over.

"I'm sorry..." Gabby said, crestfalled as I was waiting for the ambulance to drive up.

"What for?" I asked, my arm already in a sling.

"I may have the one that got a little...distracted, and caused the accident. Being on the bottom of the pyramid allows for quite the view," she said solemnly, despite the lightness of what she was saying. I gave out a little chuckle.

"I guess that's the best reason to get distracted," I said, not wanting her to feel too bad about it. My jesting comment didn't appear to make her feel much better, with the same look on her face she had when she apologized. I put my good hand on her knee, and she looked up at me, her eyes somewhat watery.

"Really, it's alright. Accidents happen and I knew the risks being on top of the pyramid. In some ways I blame Violet for making us do it when we weren't totally solid with it..." I said, as Gabby blushed and put her hand over mine on my knee.

"Thanks. I still blame myself, but thanks," she said, and smiled. "This might change things, you know."

"I know, but we'll cross those bridges when we come to them. If there's one thing I'm used to by now, it's change."
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XIIb.

Violet kept her word when she said that nothing would change between her and Gabby. I doubt they even talked about it. The next week leading up to the game went well, Violet smiled more in my direction and gave me teasing winks every now and then.

In some ways I felt like she was just using or playing with me, i wasn't used to any girl showing me that much affection so I was naturally suspicious of a beauty like Violet appearing to show an interest in me. I didn't sense malice, but she was hard to read.

Friday and the big homecoming game was quickly approaching, and Violet seemed more focused on it the closer it got. That Thursday was the last day of practice before a long day starting with a pep rally than the full game. It was going to be draining and I wasn't sure if I could do it.

I was the last one in the locker room and about to leave after Thursday's practice when a voice came from the back.

"You ready for tomorrow, Jonny?" Violet said, walking up to me from the back. "Homecoming is always a busy, tiring time for us."

"It feels like I'm going to war tomorrow...it's been a while since I did something really big like this," I said, getting nervous as she started to eye me up.

"Yeah, you don't seem like the type to sign up for a lot of big activities. You know, I read somewhere that soldiers used to have sex on the night before battle, used to get the testosterone flowing and get them pumped up and ready to...kill," she said smiling, giving me the same looks as the last time we did it.

"Do you really want me to have more...testosterone? Seems to be the opposite of the stated goal," I said, feeling the inevitability of the event.

"Well you're the little smartass today," she said, smiling and taking my hand. "I told you that your kindness might come back to you. So, here's your chance. Since I took the lead last time, I figured I would give you the chance this time..." she said, biting her lip in a forced cute-sexy way and giving me a pouty look.

I blush, as I wasn't expecting her to give me control. I was supposed to be a horny boy- a young man- who dreams about what I was going to do if I was magically dropped in this situation.

"Jeez, you're such a coward," she said playfully as she took my hand and ran it across her chest.

In some ways I was tired of being a coward, of being the shy little gay boy too afraid to resist or initiate a sexual advance. On the other hand, she could still have some sort of ulterior motive. Still, I wanted to make her feel like I wasn't going to cower in front of her like this forever.

I took both of my hand and grabbed her breasts through her shirt, fondling them firmly but not too hard or over-eager. She blushed and ran her fingers through my real hair. She didn't do anything else, leaving it to me as I ran my hands down to the bottom of her top and lifted it up to expose her bra, a fancy white lacy one that she clearly planned to wear for this occasion.

I only gave them a few squeezes through the bra before pulling those down and running my hands over her bare breasts and areolas, which were hardening due to the draftly locker room air.

"Having fun?" she asked as I explored every inch of her breasts. I figured that was enough of that before moving my hand down and grabbing and rubbing her crotch through her training shorts. She smiled and blushed as I moved behind her. It was hard to feel in control when you're a head shorter than your partner, but I was trying my best.

I felt her ass a little bit, they were somewhat more muscular than I imagined I figured that was a good thing. I slid her shorts down do expose her panties, which matched her bra in style. I rubbed her back and she took the message and leaned forward on the lockers. I slid her panties down and they fell down to her knees.

Her vagina felt smooth and inviting as I ran my hand across it and pulled her lips apart. I remembered Dex's move to...lube me up before going into me himself, but instead of taking some from her I used my own saliva to open up and push my finger into her. It was a slippery texture and fleshy feeling that I was not accustomed to. I looked at her as she did it, and it seemed like her smile and look of playfulness had faded, but when she noticed me looking at her as she smiled again. The smile felt forced, though.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked, making sure. She simply smiled and nodded her head before facing forward again.

My dick was harder than I thought as I pulled it out of my own uniform pants, it was nearly as hard as it could be as I ran it in between her cheeks a few times before lining it up and pressing it against Violet's smooth pussy. It was time to take the dive, literally.

I slid myself slowly into her, like when I did it with my fingers it was a sensation I was not all familiar with. I felt many things on my way in, but I wasn't sure what was normal and what was not.

"Mhhh... Ahh!!" A sharp, shocked yell followed by an anticipatory, softer moan. I figured it was normal, so I brough myself back out almost the entire way before sliding myself back in, this time significantly faster. Violet let out more sounds, but never responded any other way to my movements.

Is became easy and more slippery to go in and out at a faster pace as her pussy became more lubricated with both our juices. I felt my pressure building up quicker than I wanted. The signature slaps of sex started ringing out across the locker room. I tried to keep myself from coming too soon, wanting to learn how to hold my own in such a situation. She didn't seem close at all to orgasm herself, and eventually I realized it wasn't going to happen.

I came inside of her, figuring she would be okay with it. It seemed like a no- brainer that she was already on some kind of birth control, and she didn't seem to object as I grunted and moaned as my seed started to make her insides considerably more slippery.

I continued to breath heavily for a few seconds before backing up, pulling out, and looking down. A wave of terror and confusion hit me when I saw my own member and her crotch splotched with crimson. As she stood up and turned around, I could see her started to wipe away some tears that had stained her eyes and cheeks. She was a virgin! She wasn't responding because it was painful! Immediately I started to feel dizzy as she stood in font of me, still bottomless, with small amounts of semen and blood trailing down her legs.

"I know what this might look like, but this is what I wanted to happen..." Violet said, coming towards me and putting her hand on my shoulder. "You shouldn't worry about it. We'll talk later, okay?" she said, giving me that same forced smile before walking over to the bathroom to clean up. My own now-soft dick was only a little bit bloody and luckily none of it was visible on my pants.

I put it away and headed out of there. After what just happened, I needed some air more than anything.
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XIIc.

The revelation that Dex was taking Celeste to the homecoming party did shake me a little bit, I won't lie. He avoided me in the dorm, and wouldn't make eye contact with me for most of the time we were together during class. I didn't expect Celeste to know, however, and she treated me as she normally did during practice but didn't pay me any more mind than normal, either.

I didn't even know the party and dance were going on, so needless to say I didn't have a date for it or even formal wear for that matter. Besides the dress Dex gave me, of course, of course. Still, there wasn't much else to do when Thursday night came around...

Choice C: Stay at the dorm and do homework.
Choice D: Hang out in one of the lounges.
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XIIc. (Cont'd)

The school work was building up again, so I figured I should use what little time I had to cut through it. It was guaranteed to be a quiet night, and I didn't know how exhausted I would be after the homecoming game on Friday, and I also didn't know if Dex had any other surprises for me on the weekend.

It didn't get too late before I heard the door open behind me. Dex walked in looking somewhat flustered, most of his formal wear already undone and loosened.

"You're back...early. How did it go?" I asked, hopes of having a full quiet night dashed to the ground.

"Eghh, it didn't go so well. With Celeste, I mean," he said, sitting down on his bed.

"I wonder what you could have possibly done..." I said, not entirely surprised. The matchup seemed weird from the beginning and I couldn't see it lasting for more than a night.

"I guess I just wanted to...test my instincts...and my attractions..." he said in an unusually serious tone.

"You mean she was just some kind of...test?" I asked. "Seems sort of silly."

"Yeah, well it was silly. I am sorry, I didn't mean for you to even know. Celeste was cute enough, but really all I want is..." he said, slowly looking over to me. "Is Jeanne," he said. I sat there speechless for a while before he broke the silence again. "Did Jeanne want to go out again on Saturday, get away from all the Homecoming hullabaloo?"

I sat silently again for a while, looking over to my books and then back over to him.

"What exactly am I to you, Dex?" I ask firmly.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. If you'll humor me," he said, smirking. I contemplated it for another moment.

"Fine, why the hell not?" I said plainly. "With that it means I'll have to work a bit harder on these tonight," I said, looking back at them as he continued to smirk. He got up and rubbed my shoulders.

"You won't regret it," he said, before going off to the bathroom to change. I was hoping I wouldn't.
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XIId.

The lounges were relatively empty, Thursday night wasn't particularly busy on a normal day and a lot of people were at the party. There was a few tables filled with people lightly chatting and laughing. I didn't expect to find anyone I knew here, but I found Gabe chatting with 2 other Junior boys at one of the tables, they were playing some card game.

"Oh, it's you, Jon. Didn't have anything better to do tonight like the rest of us?" Gabe asked, noticing me as I approached.

"I guess not. Didn't expect you to be out and about, though," I said, sitting down next to him at the circular bistro table.

We made idle chatter for a bit before it was her turn to play the card game. I didn't know how to play what they were playing, but it was still interesting to watch.

It was only a few minutes later when we heard something coming from entrance. I looked up to find Celeste, heavily made up and in some elaborate-looking yellow dress, storming in. Her face was rather red and it looked like she was desparately trying to find someone. She realized me and Gabe were in, and with all eyes on her, she walked briskly over to us. Me, in particular.

"Umm... well, Jon? Can I maybe um, talk to you? Outside?" she asked shakily. It looked like she was on the brink of crying, but just barely keeping composure.

"Uh, sure, Cel. Sure," I said, getting up, looking back at Gabe. He gave me a look as if to suggest he had no idea what was going on, either. I tried to match her brisk pace as she walked out and into the night. We moved under a tree in a part of the campus people didn't normally go at this time at night. She and her big, flowy dress sat down and she patted the front down. She didn't say anything at first.

"So, I'm guessing things didn't go so well at the party?" I asked, trying to break the silence as delicately as possible.

"Your roommate is such an asshole!" she said, nearly crying again. I let out a sigh, I could see this one coming from a mile away.

"Don't I know it..." I said, leaning back. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" I asked, as it was the only natural followup. She shook her head wide, as a child would. It was somewhat cute.

"It's not important, really. It's just that... I only accepted his stupid invitation because it made me feel wanted. I didn't even know the guy, and yet I accepted it as soon as he asked. Then I stayed up most of the night tailoring this stupid Big Bird dress I wore years ago to fit me again..." she started to quietly cry next to me. It was hard to know what to do or say at the time. "I know I said you didn't count before, but you say you don't know whether or not you're gay, but that doesn't matter...all I want to know is..."

She leaned over to me, almost pulling me into her, and kissed me deep, but disconnected quickly afterward.

"Did that feel nice? Am I...doing it right?" she asked, her voice cracking, she was just barely holding it together. She leaned over again and kissed me again, taking me by surprise and putting me on my back. She kept doing it, and when I tried to reply she would just plant another one on me. It was like I was being passive-aggressively lip-raped.

"Cel!" I finally yelled, trying to snap her out of it. She stopped and looked down at me, tears from her eyes starting to fall on my face. Although I tried to get her attention, I realized I had no idea what to say after.

It felt like instinct took over, and I leaned up and gave her a kiss. Not the kind of bizarre agressive tongue-insertions she was giving me, but a soft, long one. I hooked my arm around her body and pulled her into it, wanting her to feel how to "do it right". Funny thing was, the only practice I had was with Dex.

When I finally pulled away, the look on her face no longer had the markings of a breakdown. She just looked down at me with a surprised expression before smiling. She sat back up and so did I. She started laughing sort of loudly, as she did normally.

"Thanks, Jonny. I haven't kissed many boys, and it felt nice for one like you to do it. I don't even care if you are gay," she said, leaning back on the bench.

"You know, your dress isn't that bad-looking. Maybe one too many bows," I said, looking over. "It's even more impressive that you made it yourself."

"Ha! When I was 12. I didn't have much else to go to the party with. The stares didn't bother me, it was just nice to have a date to go with. At least it was for a while," she said, before standing up and brushing herself off. "Did you maybe want go out and do something Saturday?" she asked as I stood up myself.

"Sure, I guess. It will be nice to hang out with someone who isn't Dex for once," I said plainly.

"Awesome! See ya tomorrow for the game! I'll make sure to accidentally trip Dex on the sidelines at least once tomorrow," she said, giggling as she walked away. I wasn't sure what I just got myself into, but it wouldn't be the first time I was in over my head.

Bump, also, yes this would be pretty awesome as an eroge

Great story. Not sure how it would do as a full-fledged ero-novel, just because of the sroryline splits. It seems like one of those "choose you own adventure" stories, which I never really liked. But I gotta say I like this a lot, and hope you'll post more.