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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 17
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We all hung out for a while after the results were announced. Naturally a
lot of the girls who didn't' make the team were sad and there were more
than a few tears shed. Even Sandi and I cried since we knew how
disappointed the girls must have felt. We could have only imagined how
badly we would have felt if we didn't make the team.
Kyle and his friends hung around with us for a bit too. I haven't had a
lot of experience with boys so I still felt a bit uneasy in these
situations but I did my best to remain calm and cool. And having Sandi
right there with me was a big help. Before the guys left, Kyle asked me
for my phone number. I was so totally off guard that I could not think of
an excuse not to give it to him. It felt so strange to be standing there
wearing a cheerleader's uniform with such a short pleated skirt with the
matching satin panties, pantyhose and my cute white sneakers. It felt
even stranger knowing some boy was standing right next to me, waiting for
my phone number. So he took out his cell phone and plugged in my number
right then and there as I recited the numbers for him.
"Wow. This is the first cheerleader's phone number I ever got. Thanks for
making my day."
"And you're the first football star who got my number so I guess we're
even." I said with a big smile as I turned and walked away.
As Sandi and I were walking back to my house, she couldn't stop talking
about Kyle.
"Oh my God, Dani, he's so totally cute. And he's got some body too. I
just love a guy with a good build. You can tell he works out a lot. So,
you gonna go out with him?"
"I don't know. He may not even call. You know how guys are."
"He'll call. I saw the way he looked at you. He's hot for you, sweetie."
'Oh yes. I'm sure that's true. I'm sure the entire team is hot for me." I
said tentatively with a nervous laugh as I began to think about what my
future may hold. Now, not only did I just make the cheerleading squad, I
got a boy interested in me as well. I guess I always knew I may have to
deal with boys but deep down I never really thought another boy besides
Jason would be interested in me that way. I had a hunch I was about to be
proven wrong and I wasn't all that sure about how I felt. In a way it was
nice to have a guy think I was cute and all, but I wasn't all that
excited about dating and the possible consequences of that action.
Mom was waiting for us by the front door with a look of anticipation
etched on her face as we entered my house.
"So how did my cheerleading stars do at the tryouts?"
We both tried to look sad and sullen but we couldn't pull it off. We were
too excited.
"We made it, Mom. Sandi and I both made the team. Isn't that just great."
I was a bit surprised at how excited I really was. I guess I knew it
meant a great deal to my mom.
"Oh girls, I'm so proud of you both. I'm glad to see that all your
practice and hard work paid off so well. I knew you both would make it.
Congratulations, girls."
Mikey's reaction was a bit more muted when we all told him the news. He
congratulated me of course and we even hugged but he seemed a bit
distant. Although he didn't tease me any more, I was pretty sure having
his big brother make the cheerleading team at Mount St. Mary's had to be
strange for him. I know he always respected my sports ability in the past
so I just don't think he was ready for such a drastic change in
direction. I know he always expected me to be a good team player in all
sports but I don't think he considered cheerleading a sport. And I
couldn't really blame him. None of these events were easy for any of us.
And now to make matters ever worse I wondered how he would react if and
when Kyle called me at the house. That would really be strange especially
since he had no idea about what went on between Jason and me. Thank God!
With school about to begin and with football season right around the
corner I was pretty busy. We had cheerleading practice every day except
Sunday to make sure we were ready for the season opener. The girls were
all nice but it was hard work, really hard work. Mikey may not think I
was an athlete but I knew better. Cheerleading was actually more
difficult than any other sport I ever played as a boy. In cheerleading
like in any other sport, you needed strength, agility and stamina. But a
cheerleader needed more than that. To be a really good cheerleader, a
girl also had to have some artistic ability, lots of poise, charm and
gracefulness, not to mention extreme flexibility. But no boy would ever
admit that cheerleading was as hard as playing football or baseball but I
knew better. Let me see how many boys can kick their legs as high as a
cheerleader or do the splits on a grass field. And then you had to wear
this little uniform with such a short skirt in all kinds of weather. It
could be twenty degrees out and we were required to perform all our
routines in our short pleated skirts. So as you can see, cheerleaders had
to be hardy too.
The other big news in my life concerned my father. He was away for most
of the past year on assignment overseas. In a way I was glad he was away
for the entire year. I was spared the embarrassment of having him see his
son so totally emasculated day by day. I could sense his discomfort with
me even when we talked on the phone. He couldn't talk to me about sports
and I think he hated the fact that I was attending an all girl school. I
know he saw me in the very beginning of my punishment but that seemed
ages ago. Since then I have spent over an entire year totally immersed in
a teenage girl's life. A lot has changed in this past year. I've attended
ballet classes, participated in a dance recital, enrolled and attended an
all girl high school for an entire school year, gave my cousin a few hand
jobs and now I just made the cheerleading squad for Mount St. Mary's. I'm
sure any one of these accomplishments (well, maybe not the hand jobs)
would make any father really proud of his daughter but I was his son.
That certainly put things in a different light. I was glad that I didn't
have to see the disappointment in his face with my lifestyle. However, he
always seemed to find things to talk to Mikey about so I knew he was
embarrassed and ashamed of me. My mother, however, was proud of all the
things I accomplished and how well I was doing with both my social and
scholastic life. I'm sure my father had different criteria for
determining how much pride he would have in his son. I don t know for
sure but somehow I don't think being a cheerleader is one of them. I was
excited knowing that I would be seeing my dad again but I was also scared
and ashamed of what he would think of me.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if my brother had suffered the same fate as
me. Maybe if Dad saw us both in dresses I wouldn't seem so odd. But for
whatever reason, my brother only had to spend a week in dresses while my
plight was now well over a year with no end in sight. I guess what mom
did to me was enough to scare my brother into better behavior and that
was sufficient. Other than his previous teasing of me, his manners
improved and his grades were much, much better now. He was even helping
more around the house with chores and stuff since we returned from Disney
World. Deep down inside I knew that my punishment scared the heck out of
him. It scared him enough to change his ways for the better without being
constantly dressed as a girl. But even when he dressed as a girl in
Florida he never seemed truly feminine. Plus I think he would have put up
a big fight if mom tried to force him to dress that way permanently. As
for me, Mom never gave me an indication of how long I had to continue in
this world of femininity but I knew the longer it went on, the harder the
changes would be to reverse. And I knew the biggest obstacle remained my
attendance at Mount St. Mary's. All other facets of my life could be
explained away except that one. So even if mom decided to end my
punishment what could it do? She knew and I knew that transferring to a
new school was certainly a possibility but it would still require me
attending the new school as a female student, since my transcript would
not only reflect it was a girls' school but it would now indicate that I
was a member of the all girl cheerleading squad. I saw no way out.
Sometimes I thought Mom probably didn't think all this through too
carefully either and things just snowballed. Then before you know it,
you've gone so far down the road that it's impossible to turn back. I
kind of thought I was now past that point of no return. And to make
matters worse I passed it wearing a cheerleader's uniform and waving my
pom-poms.
The more I thought about it the more I realized I was trapped with very
few options. I could stop attending classes and drop out of school but
that would totally screw up my future. I mean I knew the value of an
education and that I wanted to attend college and be successful. I could
withdraw and become a loner but I was always an outgoing person. I
enjoyed being with my friends and having fun, even if those friends were
now all girls. I could beg my father for help but he was never around
much and I'm sure he favored Mikey much more than me now. I knew he just
wasn't that comfortable around me anymore. And he was in no position to
have me live with him so that road went nowhere. My aunt Alice would be
no help either since she was already a willing participant in my feminine
transition. Talking to Mom didn't seem to hold much promise either. I
mean after all she was the one who placed me in this feminine situation.
She was the one who coerced me to enroll in Mount St. Mary's even though
she would say it was my free choice. Yeah, sure it was. So what else
could I do but to accept my fate and deal with it in as positive way as
possible? None of the other choices held much promise. I guess in a way I
realized I had no real other choice but to make the best of my situation
even if that meant being the best girl I could. And that seems to be
exactly what has happened so far.
I knew that if Kyle called and asked me out I would be facing some new
dilemmas in my teenage girl role. I mean it was hard enough to be a girl
every day and I know I had to be more careful around girls since they
were much more observant than boys. But being around a boy presented
other challenges that I didn't have with my girlfriends. For sure none of
my girlfriends ever tried to feel me up. But maybe he wouldn't call and I
was just worrying for no reason. I guess time will tell.
Kyle did call about a week or so later. He apologized that it took him so
long but he said football practice was so long and intense that he just
collapsed in total exhaustion every day when he got home. I told him that
was okay and I understood what it was like to be tired since the
cheerleaders were doing the same thing. Kyle called me a few times that
week. Fortunately for me neither my mother nor brother was around when he
called so I didn't have to explain to whom I was talking. At first Kyle
and I talked about football and school things but after a few
conversations I could tell he liked me. He said a few things that made me
think this. Things like how much he liked my smile, how cute he thought I
looked in my cheerleader's uniform. It was kind of obvious that he liked
me. I told Sandi she was right about him after cheerleading practice the
next day.
"So when are you going out with him?"
"I don't know. He hasn't asked me to go out yet but I am pretty sure he
will soon."
"You'll have to tell me everything about your first date too. I can't
wait to know how he is. I bet he's a wonderful kisser."
"Oh, stop it. You don't know that. And I may not kiss him anyway; at
least not on the first date. Do you kiss on the first date?" I asked.
"Only if I don't have sex with them." Sandi said with a big grin etched
on her face.
Seeing the shocked look on my face as she continued talking. "Oh lighten
up. I'm only kidding. I don't have sex on the first date but I have
kissed some boys on the first date if they're nice and I like them. You
have to let them know that you like them so they ask you out again, don't
you?"
"I guess. I haven't dated that many boys, you know. Really it's only been
Jason so far and I didn't kiss him on the first date. It took a few
before we did anything."
"I remember. And Jason is a hunk so you must have will power. I would
have been all over him on the first date. And I feel the same way about
Kyle, girlfriend. He's a real catch. He's cute, he seems nice and he's a
good football player. I bet he can be pretty athletic in bed too. Do you
think he's big?"
"Big?" I questioned.
"You know. Big!" She said as she held her two figures about six inches
apart.
"Sandi!" I screamed as we both laughed at her little dirty comment,
although mine was much more of a nervous giggle. I didn't think Kyle and
I would be having much sex.
Kyle didn't make me wait much longer to ask me out. When we talked the
next night he asked me out on a date. Even though I expected him to ask
for a date, it felt really weird hearing some boy ask me out on a real
date. I mean after all, underneath my girlish exterior I was still a boy,
at least anatomically. I knew I should just say no and tell Kyle that I'd
rather just stay friends with him. But a part of me so wanted to go out
with him. I guess in a way going out on a date would validate me further
as a girl, and a desirable girl at that. I mean after all a lot of girls
would kill to date Kyle. Yet, here he was on the phone asking me, a boy,
out. I knew, however that if I went out with him it would be a giant step
forward or perhaps a giant step backwards. If I agreed to date Kyle I
would be traveling down that road at faster and faster speeds. But if I
said no, what would Sandi and my other friends think? It was such a
dilemma for me. I didn't know what to do.
