A boy is convinced and blackmailed into agreeing to go to school as a girl and try out for the girls cheer squad. Its one of the favorite TG fiction themes that almost every TG writer has to try at least once.I think its a law.
I tried to ground it in some reality and I think its still silly. I guess if one tries the 'boy tries out for a cheer squad as a girl' Reality goes out the window. Unless one wants to use a actual TG theme and has him transition. But then hes just another girl. I dont really want that. So fine, this is still going to be a fun story to write. Goodbye reality.
A boy is convinced and blackmailed into agreeing to go to school as a girl and try out for the girls cheer squad. Its one of the favorite TG fiction themes that almost every TG writer has to try at least once.I think its a law.
I tried to ground it in some reality and I think its still silly. I guess if one tries the 'boy tries out for a cheer squad as a girl' Reality goes out the window. Unless one wants to use a actual TG theme and has him transition. But then hes just another girl. I dont really want that. So fine, this is still going to be a fun story to write. Goodbye reality.
Owens's parents were out, as they usually were anymore. He was sitting at the Kitchen table, eating with his sister Megan and her friend Holly.
"Owen, I don't know how else to tell you this," Said his sister Megan in a solemn tone that caught his attention. "I have been talking to Holly and Cathy. And we decided that you should join the cheer squad."
"What," Own said in disbelief. "That's fucking stupid. Only girls can be cheerleaders."
"that's not true," Megan protested. "Anyone can. It's just that here, so far, only girls have joined. But theres no strict rule that only girls can. Actually, that would be discriminatory and would open them up to lawsuits."
Owen laughed bitterly. "Sure, but only girls are in the squad. I'd have to wear their outfit. As a boy, I bet it wouldn't go well. This is a stupid idea, I am not a girl, and I won't go as a boy wearing their outfit. Everyone would laugh at me. Why would you want me to do this?"
"They need another person, and so far, they can't get any. I am sure they will find someone when they start holding tryouts soon. And with your skills, you will be sure to get on the junior squad. You have the best skills, you have everything, and with your pretty looks, I know you could do it if you wanted."
"But I'm not a girl!" Owen protested.
"You could be one, and I know you could be very successful. Try it for next year. We know some people who could help with your records. Our parents would never find out."
The brother and sister couldn't be more of a contrast to each other if they tried. Megan was over six foot, tall and extremely athletic and strong. She was the star center of the basketball team.
Whereas Owen was small, just over five feet tall, a few years younger than his sister. He was also very delicate looking That isn't to say he was weak. He was just as athletic as Megan, but it didn't show much. He ran miles every morning and did a lot of wrestling. But he hated it all. Being so small, the boys in his age group were always larger than him, and he kept struggling to keep up. He won most of his jujitsu matches, and he was a senior black belt and into training students now. But he hated it with a passion. His father wanted him to do boxing, but he hated that even more. It seems no matter how fast he was at parrying and ducking blows; he always managed to get punched in the face. That's how boxing worked. He quite that very fast and his father hated it. Getting punched in the face was not fun at all. But going into a girl's cheer squad, as another girl?
"No, I can't do that," Owen said. "I don't want to be a girl, and I don't want to be a cheerleader."
Megan smiled. "I hoped it wouldn't come to this. Remember who was driving the car six months ago? We know who. I can inform our parents who was really behind the wheel at thirteen years old. That caused almost eight thousand dollars of damage that insurance woudnt cover because no one knew who was driving it. It all came out of our father's pocket. He will be mad."
"You wouldn't," Owen said as the blood started leaving his face. "Megan, that's cruel. Come on."
"So what's your answer," Megan demanded.
"Fine, damnit. So what do I have to do?"
"Be a girl for the rest of the school year. It will be easy." Megan said. "We can have your sex changed on your documents. You will present yourself as a girl, get ready and go to the tryouts when they start in a week. so they have a good member that can help them look good at the games."
He hung his head. "But what about my girlfriend, Cheryl. She is on the junior squad. I am sure there are members of the squad who wouldn't appreciate a boy being there, even if he is dressed as one of them."
"Most of the girls have agreed to accept you if you join. Including Cheryl, Holly, Katherine, and Jenny. They would welcome you with open arms and help you at school, so your dressing won't become a problem. You go to one of their places and dress for school when it starts. It will be simple."
Owen chuckled. "Yeah, right. Fine. After this, you will forget all about the car?"
"Sure," Megan said.
So Owen went back to his bedroom and started thinking about this ignorant and retarded demand. He knew he fucked up with the car, but he felt that it was all solved. Now he had to be a cheerleader.
So Owen got on his computer in his room and started looking up cheerleaders and how they cheered. He learned some of the moves, the methods, and terminology. Then he started looking up his high school's cheer squad to try to learn some of their basic cheers. That didn't work out well.
So, on the next day at school, he learned when the cheerleaders hold their practices. Then Owen went there and observed the Varsity squads practice sessions.
The girls noticed a strange boy watching their practice, but that wasn't anything uncommon. They always get some boys watching them practice in the gym. Boys usually love watching cheerleaders. But this boy seemed very different. While most boys watch their bodies and their tight outfits and shorts, this boy was much more intent on their cheers and what they did than their bodys'.
Then, to their utter shock, the boy stood off to the side, totally imitating their cheers perfectly. When they did their first eight-step cheer, he was off to the side, making every move precisely. One two clap, three-four clap, half turn, another half turn, and clap, then jump and a high v with their arms. Repeat.
He learned some of the more advanced cheers Full turn to the right, one-two, then another full turn to the left, step forward, step back, then cartwheel.
Karen, the captain, asked the boy if he wanted to join for the final ten minutes of practice. He smiled and joined them to learn the final advanced varsity cheers they do at the games.
After a few cooldown stretches and they dismissed. Elisabeth asked why he wanted to learn the cheers.
Owen said, "I wanted to try out for the junior squad next week.
Both girls hung their mouths open. "But, you're a boy?"
"Thanks for telling me that," Owen said with a smirk and a wink. "I didn't know that. But, I could manage as a girl if I tried. I am told that some of the girls are really looking forward to having me on their squad."
"you are Owen?" Elizabeth asked.
Owen nodded.
"I heard they want you, but it seems silly, but the coach Crystal and Lynn are both agreeing to have you on, with some minor changes on the records, so you won't raise too many eyebrows. If that's what you want, I will not say anything. They need someone bad. They have sucked for the past few years."
"Tell Chrystal to call me Olivia."
Owen took note of their practice outfits. Tight cheer shorts, white spankies, and a loose-fitting polo top and a sports bra. Most of them had scrunchies in their hair to keep it out of their faces.
The hair would become an issue, but hair grows.
So, later that night, Owen asked Holly to take him shopping for a few things to integrate into the squad.
The two teenagers went to a few women's shops and got some workout gear. They put several tight workout shorts in the basket. They found a few sports bras, some panties, and cheer spankies to wear. Then they finished it with a hair tie and some women's workout tops.
He figured that if he was accepted into the squad that he would be provided with a formal school practice outfit, but it would still be good to have the proper undergarments to wear. His hair may still be an issue as they walked back to his place. He asked Holly, "Will my short boyish hair be an issue,"
"A little, but there isn't much we can do until it grows out."
"What about hair extensions?" Owen asked.
Holly's head whipped around. "You would do that?"
"Yes, If I do this, I don't want to stick out as a boy. Do you know someone who could do that for me until my hair grows out properly?"
"Yes," Holly said, thinking. "My friend is a hairstylist. I think we can get you in this week. You may also want to consider your chest."
Owen looked down at his flat chest. "I haven't thought of that. Most girls this age aren't growing there much, but they do have something. I guess I will need to buy some inserts and stuff some girls use to look more full. Why does being a girl have to be so much work?"
they both had a laugh. "You are about to learn many things boys never know about. I hope you can have fun with it."
"Maybe," Owen said. "But its still a lot of work being a pretty girl and I don't want to be an ugly girl that embarrasses all of you. That's your job Holly." He said with a smirk.
She dove on him tickleing his ribs. He chased her the rest of the way home.
Owen gathered his new stuff and stuffed it in a box in the back of his closet. He was going to have to make damn sure his parents never found his new stuff. Some of his looks were going to be unmistakable like his hair growth and probably a few other things he couldn't think of now. But most of it could be explained by something other than, "I'm a girl."
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Owen woke up a few hours earlier this time to give himself enough time. He wanted to start his journey this day. Owen ran into the bathroom and leaped into the shower. Then he used some of his sister's conditioner and feminine smelling shower gel that said it helped keep his skin soft. A floral smell filled the bathroom as Owen showered, and he enjoyed the fragrance that filled the air. He finished and jumped out. Then he applied some of his sister's facial cream moisturizer and added a little hint of blush and pink lipstick. He used his sister's eyebrow pencil on his eyebrows to help give them shape. He looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt himself glowing. He loved this look. He just wished he had some hair to braid.
It was time to get himself dressed as a girl. Well, he thought, as girlish as he felt he could get away with here. Owen slid a pair of sexy pink silk bikini cut panties up his legs and a matching thick padded cup bras. The cups were thick padded and had a delicate, beautiful floral lace pattern and a bow in the middle. He slid his arms in the silky straps and struggled to hook it in the back. He finally succeeded after the third time. Then he forced himself into a pair of very tight skinny jeans and buttoned it. He finished his look with a loose boy Tshirt. He added some small inserts into the cups to give them a fuller look and walked out. He noticed that his straps were still very clearly on display. He headed back into his bedroom and nearly bumped into his sister, who almost shrieked.
"What are you doing!| Megan demanded in shock.
Owen tried to look innocent. "I was headed into my room to get some stuff."
Megan stared into his face and smirked as she ran her finger on the light shade of blush. She looked into his eyes, and then her eyes traveled right down his face and onto his chest. She pushed her fingertip against one of the mounds pushing his top out. Her finger pushed into the cups and squeezed the other one. She ran her finger up the strap and pulled it up and snapped it on his shoulder. |I mean all of this!"
Owen gestured to his feminized body and his breasts. "May I remind you that this was all your idea. Why are you having a problem with it?"
Her face was a mask of disapproval. "I am not that excited to have my brother turn into my sister. This is going to be very embarrassing at school. I hoped we could hold this off for a few more days, but it seems your jumping right into being a girl at school. Just try not to let mother see all of this."
"She barely even notices us, I am headed right out, Holly and Me will get something to eat at her place.," Owen said.
Megan started feeling a little frustration as Owen pranced away.
Owen walked down the steps seeing his mother Jessica making breakfast. He called out, "I am headed for Hollys. She's expecting me, Mom."
Jessica approached him, looking right into his face as he headed for the door. He turned and hoped she didn't see the outline of his straps across his shoulders and his back. He headed out, saying bye.
Jessica shook her head as he walked out the door, meeting Holly. She thought to herself, |Owen if you didn't think I noticed that outline on your back, or the blush and eyeliner, you better think again. We will be discussing this tonight."
Megan walked down and started eating. Jessica asked, "Have you noticed something odd about Owen."
She shook her head, looking slightly startled and afraid. 'So shes in it too,' Jessica thought. 'what was going on here.'
Megan headed out as Jessica staired considering what she was going to do about this. She had studied a little. Some boys simply enjoyed being feminine, and it progressed from there. Some wanted to live as girls. What was Owen?
She determined that whatever it was, it was up to him to figure it out. It was her job to protect him and keep this from his father.
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His first few classes went without any incident. He had been informed that his records showed he was Olivia, and female. Crystal made sure his classes were different from Owens, so no one noticed. Some of the girls noticed, but his new friends kept it from becoming an issue. Most of the boys didn't notice, most boys tend to be oblivious to such things. The girls noticed big time and kept making comments about his chest protrusions and the fact that he had a bra band on his back and over his shoulders. Holly or the other cheerleaders made sure the other girls didn't get out of control or embarrass Owen. Owen simply responded that he wanted to experience what girls experienced and tried to leave it at that. It didn't fix the problem at all. It only inspired more laughs and questions about his gender. Holly and Catherine came to his defense, and when the cheerleaders get involved, many of the other girls did back off.
Most of the girls were just curious, and didn't want to get insulting. Some girls were actually supportive, and a girl named Cynthia offered to help him if he ever needed help with his 'transition' and commented that she knew someone who was doing that.
Was he actually transitioning? The coach was changing his name and alterations on his school records to show him as female so he could participate in the squad.
Holly approached him with the coach Crystal Stillwell approached and called him into the office. He sat down, and she explained, "Olivia, we will start calling you now, Owen. I am glad you began your transition today. I made sure you were informed of your new classes. We have a full week to make you into an acceptable and convincing girl at school. Your boy records don't exist, as I told you. If anyone looked into you and your sex, they would find something very wrong and that you don't go to this school anymore. Owen isnt a student here anymore. He quit school. You are Olivia Benson, pretty fourteen-year-old freshmen, and Megan's younger sister. Holly has set you up with a hair stylist to give you hair extensions. You need to start shaving everywhere. And tomorrow, Holly will take you before school, and you will come as a total girl." Krystal smiled. "So you will need more than your eyebrows and a bra tomorrow. Holly will take you to her place and help you get dressed. You will be totally dressed as a girl. The whole works. Holly suggests that to get past your parents, you can cover it all up until you have left the house with Holly. She will initially help you until you can do it yourself."
Owen knew this was coming. Especially with him having to be accepted as a girl cheerleader in a week. This was going to be a crash course in femininity. He cursed his stupidity in crashing a car, causing eight thousand dollars in damage to another vehicle. His sister was nice enough to take the blame for him. But she kept the evidence that it was really him that night. So he did owe her a lot for taking responsibility for it all.
He joined the Varsity cheerleading Squad later that day for another afternoon practice. Owen learned the rest of the school cheers and some of the other exercises they do. He even got to participate in one of their practice half time shows. He enjoyed helping out in a halftime show.
The girls were very impressed and congratulated him on his performance.
Owen went up to Karen as they prepared to leave and asked her, "Karen, I am curious. Have any of you ever went to competitions, like for the National Cheerleading Association, or regionals, things like that?"
Karen looked shocked by the question and backed away. "No, no way. We are nowhere near in condition for something like that. Please, Olivia, we arent ready. We don't do that kind of thing."
Owen insisted, "I think it would be great, Karen. I want us to try it. They look so cool."
Karen said. "You have no idea what you are asking here. Those things take loads of work. None of us are ready, so don't even think about it." Then they walked away.
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Holly took him to one of her hairstylists later after he left school. He was scheduled there, and the fact that he was a boy raised a few eyebrows. Especially a boy getting such feminine extensions and a feminine style.
She began immediately sitting him in the chair and took the long extensions out and started molding them to some bonding agent and setting them out, she did it to a lot of hair, and that process was slow enough.
Then bonding him to his hair took even longer. It was a prolonged process, bonding dozens of hairpieces to his own short hair using something that creates heat. It took almost the rest of the night.
Then he looked at the final results and smiled. It wasn't all bad.
Owen went back home and headed up to his bedroom. He watched Jessica wondering if she would notice anything different. Jessica didn't notice anything. How could she not notice?
Jessica did notice. She couldn't help but see the new long hair waving behind him, or the bra outline. He was also wearing women's skinny jeans, and there was a clear panty line. Owen would need help if he planned on making this his life.
Jessica prepared to head up the steps to have a talk with Owen. Showing pantylines was clearly unacceptable for a young lady.
Owen laid in his bed, wondering how he was going to handle going to school as a girl for now till the end of the school year. It was just sept.
But, one thing was sure. They were going to regret pushing him into this.
By Julia Michelle
Owen now is Olivia is realizing the incredible demands they are making on him and decides to make a few of his own demands in return.
Only, he realizes his own demands are digging him deeper into this commitment.
Owen went to his bedroom and shut the door. Only his mother was at home for the moment. His father would be arriving sometime around midnight to one AM before taking off around eight.
So Owen felt safe taking his top off and replacing it with a soft purple camisole and laying in bed only in his panties and delicate, lovely camisole. He was nearly in bliss when his door opened, and his mother came in.
He shrieked girlishly and covered himself. He almost felt like crying when his mother walked in and sat down. In the most comforting tone, she padded her Son on the shoulder and said, "Don't cry, Owen. I am not mad at you for this. Please calm down. You are not in trouble."
Owen struggled to stop crying. He looked up into his mother's face fearfully. "You aren't mad?"
"Why should I be?" Jessica asked. "My Son is lying in bed wearing a pair of panties and a pretty purple camisole with lace on the bust. That's not wrong. If this is how you want to look, then it's okay. We need to clear this up, and I need some answers. And I'd like to know when you got this stuff. But you aren't in trouble, Owen."
"I like these clothes," Owen said to her.
"I saw you this morning. If you didn't think I noticed you had on girls skinny jeans and a bra under your top, then you are only kidding yourself. I am a woman, so we notice these things as women. We have those issues ourselves. So, why are you dressing up like this for school?"
Megan burst in, trying to help when Jessica silenced her. "Stop Megan, I also know for some reason. You are in this together. And I'm happy to see my children work together. I need answers from Owen, and I won't be mad no matter what it is. Why are you dressing as a girl for school."
"I want to be a girl for school," Owen said. "I have agreed with Megan to do this. She said it would be great. And I also joined the cheerleading squad, and only girls can be part of it. But that's not the only reason, or it would be stupid."
Jessica said slowly, "So you want to become a girl, full time?"
Owen nodded. "I love it."
"Okay, I will help you," Jessica said. "But first, no more panty lines under those jeans. It's lewd and slutty. Megan, show him what kind of underwear to wear with skinny jeans. You're the big sister, teach your little sister stuff that we taught you. That's your job now." Jessica giggled.
"The Cheerleading Squad?" Jessica inquired.
"I don't get my arm twisted, or my neck choked. I don't get punched in the face. It is great." Owen pointed out.
Jessica said, "there are other noncontact sports. Gymnastics, track, tennis, baseball. There's some contact there but not much. Cheerleading is hardly a sport. But if that's what you want to do, I will support you. Maybe I will go to the games for you. But why do you want to be a cheerleader."
"There's a girl on the squad that I like. And---"
Jessica interrupted, "I understand. But if you want to be a girl too, that may cause a problem in that relationship. And that's beautiful hair you got. I see you got hair extensions. We will have to teach you how to handle that."
They held each other. Then Jessica said. "Okay, its time for bed. Let's go to sleep."
Owen covered himself up and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Owen woke up early in the morning and took his shower. He followed the same routine he followed the previous day using the gel and feminine moisteners that filled the bathroom with a sweet feminine fragrance that he enjoyed. He spent a few extra minutes on his hair combing the tangles out, and he used the iron to curl the bottom.
he put on a matching pair of panties and bras and wore a black pair of skinny jeans and a more feminine top that had a V neckline that plunged down the middle. Owen finished and headed to the kitchen and sat down to eat some eggs.
His mother stopped him and carefully looked at her Son. Then she yelled for Megan. "Please show your new sister how to dress appropriately. I can still see his panties. And that top, well, okay. But lay off the plunging necklines. I don't want a slut for a daughter."
Megan giggled and took Owen back up and helped him dress and showed him how to hide pantylines in Skinny jeans. "There are ways, but Owen. We need to go shopping for proper Panties that don't show the lines. They make them, and many women tend to wear thongs, and that solves the issue. But they make seamless panties for form-fitting outerwear. Now you look better. Let's work on your hair a little more. If you want hair like that, it will take more than a few minutes of work. Wake up earlier tomorrow, and I will help you braid it."
There was no need to go to Holly's now. He went back down to the kitchen to have some of the eggs his mother made. His mother sat down with a stern look on her face. "Owen, you look better now. Think about this. Do you want to be a girl?"
"I think so," Owen replied.
"I don't mean just dressing as a girl or living part-time. I mean, do you seriously want to become a girl?" Jessica asked.
"I think that I do, yes," Owen replied.
"Then we may need to consider other options for you. You're fourteen, so it isn't that difficult now. But you will grow, so we really need to know if you are serious, and we can take measures to ensure you can remain feminine. There are blockers and stuff we can give you. Your aunt is a PA and can access these things and check you out. I will give her a call this afternoon."
Owen nodded and finished his eggs. Holly came in the door by the time he was putting his plate in the sink.
Holly was very concerned to see the attention Jessica was giving him, but she quickly realized everything was fine. Jessica fully supported him.
Jessica called Holly over. "I am happy you are helping him. I can do it too, but on days that his dad works later, we may need you to sneak him out to dress. And thanks for helping my Son."
Holly replied that she enjoyed it and took him to her place a few houses across the street.
Owen followed Holly to her place, but there wasn't much to do then. They talked about another shopping trip for seamless panties. And he wanted some more skirts and cute tops. They agreed to go on a shopping trip that evening. Then they went to school.
Olivia's classes were changed not to be the same as Owens. Hoping no one would make the connections. The teacher for each of his morning class's confirmed it was Olivia and introduced her as a new girl.
The second class teacher pulled him aside and introduced herself as Ms. Chelsie and mentioned, "I didn't know Megan had a little sister. How strange she never mentioned it," Chelsie gave him a funny look. "Well, anyway, welcome to our school, Olivia. Go have a seat, and let us get started."
They went through the classes, and then Holly took Olivia to the gym to meet Crystal, the cheerleading coach.
"I heard you wanted to meet me, Olivia." Crystal prompted.
"Yes, I insisted. There's something we need to discuss here." Owen said seriously.
"Let's go to my office and discuss that.," Crystal demanded.
"I am Owen, but Owen won't be going this year. I will become a cheerleader named Olivia. So I accept that very reluctantly. I have briefly brought up what I really want. And I am baffled about you, Coach Crystal."
She frowned, "Can you tell me what the confusion is about?"
"Why are our cheerleaders skill so low? Why cant they attend any of the competitions like the regional's in Huston. Or the lone star Classic. There are several of them. Why haven't we attended any of them? And I know you will say our skills aren't at that level and that's whats confusion to me. You can't tell me you don't have the skills to raise the squads level. I know your history, Crystal. I have seen the video and the pictures. You were at Florida state, in the 1989 National Cheerleading Association National competition. You won second that year. Well, your squad did. You are a damn good cheerleader. So I am really confused."
Crystal watched the video of her competing and remembering how fun it all was. It was apparent that was what Owen really wanted, and he was pushing for it. IT would be fun to coach a competition squad. But they needed the motivation. Perhaps Owen had what they needed. "Our school never competed in any of those events. There is no competition squad. Forming one out of the blue would be a monumental effort, and the skill level of our varsity squads simply aren't up to that level. I could try to bring them up, but there is little motivation to do it."
Owen said," They are cheerleaders. I brought the subject up, and they went wild. They would love it, Crystal. I think you underestimate your squad. If you pushed them, they would do it. They need the inspiration, and you have the skills for it. You have been there before."
"This is what I want, and Since everyone is demanding so much from me. I want to form a competition squad to go to Regionals in the Fall. Or, we can go to the school board and have a long talk about changing my records and doing all of this." Owen looked up.
"So that's what you demand," Crystal demanded. "Fine. Let's make a deal."
"I want this to work. I will make a full effort to present and become a girl this year. I want to be part of a great cheer squad. That means, I want it to continue, and I want us to participate in the regionals for the National Cheerleading Association in the Fall. That is my demand."
"Fine, If You and Holly handle the junior squad and if you can raise their level enough to be equal to the Varsity squad. Then when Fall comes along, we will form a competition squad and train them for the regionals. That's if you raise the junior squad enough."
Olivia smiled. "I accept the challenge." They shook hands, but then a thought occurred to Crystal, and she stopped Olivia from leaving.
"There's something you should seriously consider if this is what you want to do, Olivia."
Owen turned, "What should I be thinking about?"
"Starting a competition team will take tremendous effort and time on your part." Crystal warned. "And it will be a long term commitment. You can't just raise the bar for them in the Fall and just leave them hanging. That will suck, and would be very unfair on them. If you do this, then it will require your effort into next year. You would have to commit yourself to be a cheerleader all four years of high school. You cant abandoned them after you started it."
Owen thought about it, and it made a lot of sense. Training new students in a new thing took tremendous effort and commitment of time. Some times, it took years. As a black belt in Jujitsu, he often trained new students who just walked in and signed the contract. He couldn't leave them after a few months. It took years of effort to raise their skills. He figured this would be much of the same, but in this, he was the new student. He knew jack about cheerleading. But he knew how to teach students, and he was good at molding new students. He thought this was doable. Except did he want to entrap himself into living as a girl, and cheerleading all through his high school years and how in the hell could he do this without his parents ever finding out and then asking why they have another daughter living under their roof? And why was she a cheerleader? He figured his jujitsu commitment would have to be sidelined. They had other trainers anyway.
He looked at crystal and smiled, "Let's go for it. We will confront any obstacles when they come." Then he walked out.
Crystal laughed; there was no way he could ever raise the junior squad to the varsity level. She doubted he knew what he was getting himself involved in. She had nothing to worry about.
Owen walked out. They were going to be sorry for doing this to him. It was about to begin.
He went to his afternoon classes as a girl, and the classes went much went the way he expected. No one noticed Owen, and he wondered how that was possible? Some of the girls introduced themselves. He met none of the cheerleaders he trained with. Most of the varsity squad were juniors or seniors and we're not in his classes. He met Holly and Ms. Chelsie often. They seemed to gravitate toward him.
Then he went to the varsity afternoon practice and joined them. Only this time, they gave him a school practice outfit, so he ducked into one of the restrooms and put the uniform on and met the squad. Owen went into the gym wearing a pink pair of cheer shorts and a sleeveless shell top that they all wore.
The girls were very impressed with his dedication to learning the new routines and following their example. When they started training on the latest moves like the various ways to perform a cartwheel, he was intent on learning and tried hard. Eventually, he learned them all. He learned a one-handed walk over, the slow cartwheel, the fast one, he learned how to perform it with others as a group in synchronization with the squad.
The girls started really respecting him. They started wondering how he would handle being in the Junior squad after this. That would be a step-down and way exceed his skills he was obtaining here. By the end, Karen approached Owen and asked, "Olivia, I think we can make room here for you. So you won't have to move down with the freshmen. Your skills exceed them."
Owen shook his head. "No, I need to be with them. Karen, thank you for the offer, but that is where I belong. You see, I was very serious about competition and us competing in the regional this Fall. Crystal said to do that. We must all be on the same skill level. She hasn't the time to raise the Juniors. That will be on me and Linda and Holly. Then, we can join our teams together, choose among the best and make a real competition squad."
Karen never figured that was a serious suggestion. She was now learning he was very serious, and he intended to do it.
Some of the other girls heard that and clapped and encouraged him. They thought it was a great suggestion. They ran in and hugged Owen, mentioning they never figured why they didn't compete.
Owen looked at them and then said, "This will be massive if I can accomplish raising the bar for the Juniors. I have never trained cheerleaders before. If one of you could help me, I would be very grateful. But, even when I do that, then we must all as a group raise our own bar very high to have a chance against the other schools at regional. And we will have little time to do that. We will have to devote lots of extra time for practices. It will be a massive group effort."
They all cheered for Owen and were ecstatic at it.
He looked at the Varsity squad and then said to them, "It might help if you increase your bar at the same time. I will do what I can on my end. Karen and Jenny, you should prepare."
Owen turned and walked out. Karen watched with a funny look on her face as he walked out with his cheer shorts and school blue and red cheer shell top, moving almost like any of the other girls moved and walked. She turned to Jenny and asked, "what the hell is happening?"
"Karen, she, and the coach have agreed to help form a competition squad this Fall. The coach set the bar, and Olivia's going to do it. I bet you anything our coach doesn't think Olivia can do it. But she doesn't know Olivia, Owen like I do. I have seen him train new students in his own classes. Hes one of the best young instructors and black belts at that school. I have zero doubt if he puts his mind to it, we will compete in the regionals this Fall. And we have a chance. I am worried about Owen."
"Why are you worried," Karen and some of the other girls asked.
"If Owen actually understands what he is getting involved with. Owen will be giving up his masculinity to do this. Owen will be required to become a girl if he joins us. Owen looks prepared to, but I wonder if he understands how long he will have to remain as a girl. And if he understands how serious he will have to dedicate himself to integrating into the squad as a girl. If he abandoned them after the Fall, the girls would feel betrayed. I Know Owens's character and dedication. Abandoning students, he trained after they have formed a bond is something he would never do. I wonder how he will handle it once he realizes the commitment he's made to be a girl, that he is making. I am worried about him."
The girls suddenly had solemn faces and concern for the fate of this boy, who was dedicating himself to their success. The boy was going to turn himself into a girl, all for them. Was that fair?
Later that night, Owen made it back home and saw there was no one else there. He just sat on the sofa knowing his parents would be at work late into the evening and probably coming home around two or three Am. They both put in extraordinarily long hours at their office. So he put on one of his soft pink shorts and a camisole and sat on the sofa watching some television. Megan came in a little later with her friend Michelle.
Owen was sitting there in his camisole, watching the princess diaries. Megan and Jordan looked at him with the weirdest expression and began giggling. Owen joined in imagining what they were seeing. Megan laughed, "Wow, Owen. You are going all out with this girl thing, aren't ya. You look cute, is that your camisole?"
"Yeah, I got one the other night. It's so comfortable. How ever, Megan, we need to have a very serious talk alone. Can Jordan give us some privacy, please."
"I was headed out anyway. Owen, you don't have to go this far. With it." Jordan said, but Owen disagreed.
Megan plopped down beside him, "So what didya want to talk about?"
"This," he motioned to himself. "This whole thing. I don't know how it will go, but since it was your idea, you will have to cover for me for it to work. And you will have to support this transition in my life. It is what you wanted? Mom found out, and she supports me. I want to know how you feel," Owen said.
Megan agreed." I will always support you, but this is going to be difficult. This transition and your life. This sounds like it will be much more than a year. If this is what you want, I will fully support you, but it's going to be difficult for me. And it's not what I wanted." Megan pointed out.
"Think about it from my view. I am a star athlete and center for our basketball team. I am the top scorer. And My little brother becomes my sister, and he becomes a prancing cheerleader. Think of how it will look on me? I didn't really want it. The other girls pushed me into this. They really wanted you. Now, I'm losing my brother and getting a sister named Olivia. And she is a cheerleader. Sure, I will guide and help protect her and be the older sister. But it's going to be very weird. You used to be so heavy into sports and such. Now you're a cheerleader. It's not even really a sport. You only support the real athletes and cheer them on, from the sidelines."
"Um," Owen said, very hesitantly. "That's what I wanted to discuss. The sport aspect. I have committed myself, and it's going to be for years now."
"What!" Megan shouted. "What do you mean,"
"Well," Owen said. "I have talked with the cheer coach, and we agreed on setting up a Competition Squad for this fall that will compete in the Regional's. For the National Cheerleading Association regional. We must be members of that organization and everything. That will require all my skills to learn about cheering in competitions. I will have to raise the bar on the squad to get us prepared. And after all of that, it will require a long term commitment, basically all though high school. I will need your full support to help me as a girl and cover for me for my parents. Can I rely on you?"
Megan's features turned sullen, and then her face turned slightly red. "What….The…..Hell...are you talking about!" She said in an angry tone. "Little brother. You and Crystal talked about starting a competition squad. So you will be a cheerleader all though high school in addition to being a girl permanently. That was bad enough, but now you are making cheerleading your career? Oh my god."
Then she thought about it all. "Mom is on our side, and that's is great, so we don't have to worry about that. I think she can resolve this with our dad. But hes sure to find out sooner or later and then it will all hit the fan. My brother being a girl school, Well, I guess you're a girl now. This is going to take a long time to get used to. My team's going to laugh so much. It's going to be hard. Why did you have to be a competition cheerleader?"
"They are awesome athletes," Owen said. "I want to be awesome."
"You were an awesome athlete, Have you forgot all of those trophies for Jujitsu and NAGA," Megan said.
Owen said no. "I hated it. And I am so small. I am good at it, but I'm still so small, and my size is starting to affect me more. I will start getting hurt. I will start losing. I enjoyed Training new students, but still. I don't want to retire and sit on the sidelines as a coach. I want to be involved."
Megan hung her head, starting to really regret pushing him into it. "What in the hell" She mumbled.
Owen is taken on another shopping trip And its game day, Owen finally gets to try out his new cheerleading uniform
and in trying to arrange for Owens Aunt to get guardianship to assist in his transition away from his father, she finds some major problems in his records
Holly and Megan were there when he got home that night.
Megan was all ready and told him, "We need to go shopping and help you find the right clothes this time. You have a lot to learn about dressing and being a girl. So get dressed, and let's go shopping."
Holly took him into his room and helped him pick out the right stuff to wear. She found a very flirty blue jean skirt and nylons. She offered Owen some heels, and he put on a matching padded cupped bra, and Holly found a blouse and helped him button it. She spent some time curling his hair, and they were ready to go out shopping.
The three girls got into Jessica's mother's car and went out. Jessica took them to the mall, and they went to the first place they could think of. Holly took them to Victoria's Secret to shop for panties. Owen walked in like nothing was wrong. Holly admired how a boy could walk into the haven of femininity like he belonged there. He immediately attacked a table of panties.
He was picking out cute and sexy styles. Megan let him chose a few, but then she reminded him, "Remember, Olivia. We need to find you the right panties to wear with your skinny jeans. Here are some seamless panties that won't show lines under your tight jeans. Find some of those you like, and we can move onto the bras."
Owen looked at them and chose five of the ones he liked, and they moved onto the bras and found a few more. He got some more sports bras to wear under his outfit and got some sexy leggings to wear. He noticed that some cheerleaders wore those to practice.
He picked up some shirts, cute shirts, shorts, and some workout tops.
They ringed it all up, and Owens's mom bought it all. They left with many large bags of new clothes for Owen. Then they went to a salon and got his ears pierced. They finally went home. Jessica told Owen to keep the stuff in the bags. They were making plans for him tomorrow.
This was Friday, the last day of the school week. He woke up and followed his usual morning routine. Only this time, he woke up early enough to spend some time on his hair.
He showed with the pink floral shower gel and used the cream on his face. He dried off and dressed himself as girlish as possible this time. Holly took him out to get some seamless panties.
So he jumped in the shower and used his sister's gels over his skin. He jumped out and sat down to use his sister's skin treatment on his face and chest. It brought out a flowery lavender fragrance filled the air that he found very pleasing. He put on a pair of his panties and a bra. Then he slid on a pair of his skinny jeans he had just purchased and one of his boy shirts he would replace as soon as possible. He finished off with some blush and his eyebrows.
Owen was surprised to see His mother sitting at the Kitchen Table with his aunt. Jessica called, "Owen, breakfast is ready, get yourself a plate and join us. Jane wants to have a word with you.
Owen went to the oven and got himself some eggs and ham and sat down at the table.
Jane was watching him very closely. She smiled in approval. "I would say Olivia is doing very well for herself. I would be happy to check him out for you."
"Owen, as you know, Jane is a Physicians Assistant and has treated girls like you." Jessica said and then turned her attention to her sister.
"Jane, can you take Owen. I mean, as a guardian for the rest of the year. I am apprehensive about how my husband will handle it. I think he would be safer with you, and I will work with my husband on this."
Jane smiled softly. "I would be more than happy to. Is that okay with you, Olivia? You wouldn't have to sneak and hide at my place. I am very accepting, and I would help you. And your sister and friends can come at any time."
Owen leaped up and hugged Jane tightly. "I would love to. I hope my dad can come around."
Jessica said softly. "I think he will. It will only take time. I will work with him. And if I'm wrong, then we can deal with that when it comes."
Holly walked in when they were talking about Owen moving in with Holly. She knew Jane lived only a few blocks away. It wouldn't be hard to help Owen still. She told him, "I think that is a great idea. Are you ready,"
Owen smiled and wondered if he should stop thinking of himself as Owen now.
Anyway, he put his plate in the sink and said he was ready.
Jessica said that they would take his stuff to Janes while he was gone, and Jane would pick him up after school.
Owen reminded them, "It's game day. I think I will be cheering with the varsity squad this evening. I hope you can come to see me.
The two women said sure as Owen headed out. Holly led him to her place, a few houses on the other side of the street.
Holly was so happy all of the time. She took Owen into her bedroom. Her mother said hi, assuming that Owen was another girl. Perhaps he was, Owen giggled thinking.
Holly widely smiled. Perhaps Owen didn't know. She decided to enlighten him. "Owen, it's game day, and you're a cheerleader. They told me that you would cheer with this tonight. DO you know what that means?"
He shook his head. Then he got it. His features brightened. They wear their uniforms on game day. But I don't have one yet."
Holly pulled out a cheer bag with the name Olivia in sparkles, just like the other cheerleaders have. She handed it to him. "Crystal told me to give you this and to make sure you were dressed in the uniform for school spirit. Let's see you put it on."
Owen felt like it was a dream as he opened the bag and saw the pretty cheerleading gold and blue skirt, and the matching sleeveless shell top with the school's logo on it. His matching pom-poms were fabulous, and the red ribbon with his name on it. He was glad he packed a sports bra and spankings. He guessed he would need it.
He took his jeans and top off. He replaced his padded bra with the sports bra and the small inserts. Then he put the cheerleading skirt on and the top. He tied the ribbon in his hair, making sure the name Olivia could be seen. He jumped he was so happy, and Holly gave him a big hug. She put on her own uniform.
They went the rest of the way to school, and he wondered what everything would think of this. Owen knew he loved it. He held Holly's hand as they walked down the street to school.
The two cheerleaders walked through the door, and the rest of the squads were there. They all squealed for Owens's new look as they went to their classes. The cheerleaders gravitated to eachother and sat together in class. They tried to make sure one of them was there for Owen during each class.
They all sat together for lunch, and it made quite the scene. The junior and the Varsity squad all sat at one of the large tables.
Karen said, smiling to the Juniors, "Olivia said he wants to be with you all, and I will say that the dedicated Olivia shown in learning all of our cheers and training, you are all very privileged to have her."
Owen looked at them and could hardly wait to be with them in practice. "I will be happy to help you all."
The Junior squad looked confused. New Members usually don't help out. They are fresh, and it takes a while to teach them.
Karen saw and explained. "Olivia is a trainer. She will be in charge of your group. If Olivia is as good as I am told, you will be joining us on the field in no time. We will put on some awesome halftime shows together. We will be setting up a competition squad this fall. And I bet more than a few of you will be picked for it.|
The Junior squad exploded in squeals and cheers.
What troubled Owen was that his girlfriend Chelsie kept looking at him with a puzzled look. She was fourteen years old and a member of the Junior squad. She wasn't one of them that wanted him on the Squad. He saw her trouble that he was supposed to be her boyfriend. And he was here, wearing a girl's cheer outfit with inserts in his training bra. This had to be difficult for her to accept.
Just then, Megan walked up to the table and saw her little brother sitting there with his hair bow, and the skirt. "You have GOT to be kidding me."
All of the girls stood up in front of them. Karen glared, "What is your problem, Megan!"
Megan didn't want to blurt it out right there in the cafeteria. "You know what. So you mean Olivia is cheering at the game tonight, she's going to be on the field with all of you?"
Karen smiled. "Yes, it's her job, shes a cheerleader. DUH!" Karen said. "What did you think she was going to do, shes a cheerleader. Get with the program."
Megan stood there, quivering with her face turning red. Owen stood up and took Megan's hand. "Let's go somewhere and talk in private. Come with me."
Owen struggled as Karen tried to intervene when she was stopped. Owen pulled Megan out of the Cafeteria and into one of the girl's restrooms.
Megan protested when Owen gestured to her uniform. "You think we should go to the boys, HELLO!" Owen whispered.
Megan got the point.
"I thought you were going to back me up," Owen said tearfully. "Please, I need my big sister to support me. I joined the cheer squad. I am a full member and got a uniform. My bow has my name on it. It's so cute. These earings have the school name and a cheerleader on it. You push me to this, so why are you so suddenly shocked? I know its hard on you. But this is what I want. So please, stop trying to get in the way. I am your little sister, and I need your full support. Please help me!"
Megan pulled Owen into a big hug. "I will, little sister. This is just hard. I will be there for you."
Then Megan started laughing. "Those girls have no idea what's coming their way, do they. I watched your grueling jujitsu classes. You made grown men pass out from exhaustion during your workouts. You will get them into shape, and weed out those who cant make it.
I look forward to watching
it."
Owen gave a wicked grin. "OH YA."
Then started back out when Megan stopped Owen. "There's a mirror for a reason. Check your makeup gurl. We do that every time."
Owen looked in the mirror and realized he forgot to put makeup in his purse. He forgot his purse. Megan saw his frustration and offered Owen some lipstick and liner to retouch his face. "Thanks, sis. I still have a lot to learn. Being a girl is rough. I will try not to forget my purse again. Actually, I think I need to get a purse." Owen giggled girlishly.
Megan rolled her eyes. "that's why I'm here. You are becoming more girly every day. Let's go see the Squad. I will be watching you at the game."
they went back, and Megan went to the table with her team sitting.
Karen made sure that Owen was okay, and he assured them that his sister was okay. He giggled, "I think all of this is a big shock to big sis. Her little brother turning into her sister has to be a lot to accept. Then watching him become a pretty cheerleader on top of it all. This is a lot for her." Owen giggles. "It's going to take some time. But she is struggling, and she will be there for me."
Cheryl piped in, "she is cute, she's the second cutest girl here."
"Second," Owen said in a mock offended tone. "I don't think so."
They all giggled and left the table and finished their classes for the day. Owen found out how difficult it is to deal with male attention though the day. It got frustrating, but usually, the other cheerleaders were there to help steer the male away. It often worked. Some males were pushier than others. Most took no for an answer. Some of the more pushy males had to have another girl get in the way to make the point. The girls had more experience saying no to a flirty guy.
There was one that tried to make it difficult. Owen said, no multiple times. Megan got in the way to tell him to back off. The guy wouldn't back off.
He pushed Owen into the wall and tried to feel Owen. That was when he had enough. He pulled the boy's arm away and bent his wrist in at a very sharp angle and pulled the elbow up. The guy started to cry out when Owen said in a threatening tone. "If you don't want a broke wrist, just leave me the fuck alone. Do you understand?"
The guy squeaked, and Owen shoved him back as he stumbled and fell. The girls laughed.
Megan giggled. "Welcome to being a girl. We all deal with those from time to time. Guys can be bastards."
The Cheerleaders went out for the afternoon and did one more practice session. The Squad ironed out their halftime routine as Owen joined in.
"You will be in the routine, Olivia. Do you think you are ready?" Karen asked.
"Let's go through one more run to see. I think I have it. Let's make sure we have the timing down."
They backed away and prepared. It all had to be synchronized perfectly. The twelve cheerleaders were on both sides in groups of six facing eachother. The outward most cheerleaders started the routine on the four sides of the square, moving forward with forward rolls and somersaults and finished with a flying walk over handstand. Then it proceeded inward with cartwheels and flying somersaults. Owen did one-handed walking cartwheels followed by a flying backward somersault finishing with a forward shoulder roll and popping up on the other side of the field. It was amazing. Then they did a two-level pyramid, and Owen was a flyer that flew off with two other girls.
Owen was the only boy flyer. Karen clapped as the girls squealed in joy. "I think you are ready, Olivia. Let's prepare for the game."
Megan was watching, and she clapped. Owen saw she was beaming with pride. That made Owen very happy.
It was about time for the game, and Owen started to duck into one of the private restrooms when Megan and Jennifer stopped him and pulled him into their locker room. He began to struggle when Megan whispered, "You are a girl, remember, and you are on our Squad. You have been good enough with us. We trust you, so come in with us and let's prepare as a squad."
So Owen went into the girl's locker room and prepared. Most of them were dressed already. A few had to change their undergarments, but there were private stalls for that. He still saw girls walking around in their panties and bras, and none of that bothered him. He went about his own business, preparing for the game.
They all got dressed and ran out on the field, cheering and jumping. Then they made the cheerleading tunnel for the football team to run through.
Then everyone took their positions and did the kickoff. Owen spotted his mother and his aunt on the bleachers smiling with joy as he ran through the various school cheers to encourage and energize the players. He noticed that not everyone was in sync with everyone else, and they would have to work on their timing more. These would probably be deductions during competition. They needed a lot of work.
Their team was behind for halftime, and they performed their routine almost flawlessly. Some of the girls had to veer off to avoid running into the other side. They needed to work on that too. Crystal had her work cut out for her.
They ended up losing by a touchdown and another field goal. The girls were disappointing by the end.
His sister was there to hug him and say she was happy. Even after the loss, but that wasn't their fault. He did cheer at a game, and that made them happy.
His aunt was there to take him home, and she seemed very upset. Jane pulled the Coach Crystal to the side, and he heard Jane scold her. "You be there first thing in the morning. We will have a very very long talk. You better be prepared to answer some very serious questions. I think you know about what. Legs to Olivia. You also have a lot to answer for. "
They rode home in silence. Owen was so worried.
They made it to her place, and Jane told him to sit down. She sat down with him and started.
"Olivia. Imagine my shock when your mother and I went to the courthouse to make me your legal guardian for the year, so I can make medical decisions for you. Only to find out that Owen Petterson doesn’t exist. Jessica, now has two daughters, A Olivia Petterson, a female, the little sister of Megan Petterson Imagine my shock. So I signed for her, and now im your legal guardian. You probably see nothing wrong with this, do you?"
Owen shook his head.
"You see this as a good thing. So let me explain the problem. Your records say you are a CIS born female. All of your state records. Whoever did this must have people in high places? I have a lawyer working on it. Do you see any problem?"
Owen shook his head. "I am a female on the cheer squad. It all fits, there is no problem."
"Let me explain. If a time ever comes, and it might when you want to stop being a girl. You will have some major problems. You were born a girl, they will be baffled and wonder if you want to transition into a male. Even if you don’t, let me explain further. Your records say you are a CIS female. Not Trans. So you won't take any hormones, it's assumed you have them, you won't qualify for hormone blockers to stop puberty. Doctors will wonder why you need them. You won't be able to. Are you starting to see the problem? You are a CIS female, why would you need puberty blockers or HRT medication?"
Owen did.
"Whoever did this to you only caused you more problems in the future. If we didn’t catch this, your future would be a mess of legal difficulties. One that may even get you on charges. That's why I have my lawyers looking into this problem. They will solve this. So I need answers NOW!" Jane said seriously. "Explain."
Owen went on to explain that the Coach did this so he would have no problem on the Squad and that he would be female.
Jane only becomes more furious. "That's the stupidest fucking thing I ever heard. Trans women can be on cheer squads. Hell, I even heard of perfectly CIS boys and men be on girls squads. Crystal is a moron. And this is only going to cause you more problems. You probably like her don't you, you don't want to see anything happen to her, but I think that idiot belongs in jail."
Owen tried to plead her case.
"For you, and the Squad, I will try to plead her case and get her immunity. I really will. This thing must go way higher than her. Even your SS number and records on the state level. Who the hell does she know? We will find out. But Owen, she has a lot of answering to do. And she better be willing to really suck up if she wants to be spared. I bet you could demand anything from her now. Let's go to bed.
Owen goes on a date with his girlfriend wearing one of his prettiest camisoles to try to resolve the issues she has in dating another girl
Chapter 4
Owen finished his talk with his new guardian, and it greatly troubled him. He didn't know how much of an impact on his life that made him legally a CIS girl would have on his life. This was something that needed to be corrected. And while he did like Crystal a lot, what she did filled him with fury. She didn't know, but she was a cheerleader, of course.
He wondered if he did want to become a girl. He had to admit that being a girl was a lot of fun, and he learned a new side of things that boys rarely learned about. He didn’t want this to end, but he could be made a trans girl and continue this journey as long as he wished. It would change little in the end. His new friends knew everything, and they fully accepted him. They would stand by him, so he wasn’t worried. There was a certain delight knowing that he was a boy being accepted and experiencing these things. That was something he didn’t want to give up.
There were other problems. Owens girlfriend Cheryl, who he didn’t see in over a week except passing by, or on the squad. She was his girlfriend, but he sensed she was having a problem accepting his current lifestyle. He was afraid that she was going to end it.
Owen prayed that she could accept this. He had called her earlier in the day to set up a date. He was going fully lemme and hoped that she could accept this.
He chose the flirtiest and sexiest things he could find in his wardrobe. The delicate lacy victorias secret pink panties and a pair of sexy nylons and a miniskirt. He simply put on a sexy camisole with floral bra cups built-in. Then he spent some time on his makeup and resolved himself to learning more about doing his own makeup. He did his best and hoped that Megan would help him with the look. He called Megan to come by and help him tonight.
Then he brought out the curling iron to redo his curls on the bottom and approached Megan. She looked him over and smiled. “Can you help me with my makeup. I messed it up.”
Megan looked at his face with her critical eye and responded. “I see you were trying for an exotic look focusing on your eyes. You used too much eyeshadow and mascara. You don't need that much, and it looks stupid if you overdo it. Don't worry, many girls make that mistake. Let's retouch it.
Megan took him to her vanity, and he watched as she used some wipes and skin cleanser and wiped off much of the eyeshadow and the blotted mascara and redid it. Megan took the time to carefully explain how she used very little to make it look better
“See,” Megan explained. “That's how to do it.”
“Thanks,” Owen smiled.
“I never in my wildest dream thought I would be helping my brother with his makeup. That's a first, but just ask me for anything.”
Owen examined his face and retouched his lip gloss. “Considering you are more manly than I am now, I wondered if you had any makeup to help me with.”
Megan started turning red when she saw the mischievous smirk and the twinkle in his eye. Then she laughed and playfully elbowed his ribs. “I have still been doing this longer than you, even if I live as a tomboy most of the time. Keep it up, and I will make you look like a prostitute next time.”
Owen saw her twinkle in her eyes as she smirked. Then he hugged her.
“Owen, what is the occasion, If you don't mind.”
“I am going out with Cheryl tonight,” Owen replied.
Megan rose her eyebrow. “Your girlfriend?” She said seriously. “Don't you think this is a little much.”
“Na,” Owen said. “This is me, and if she cant handle this side of me, then its something we need to know and deal with. I can handle it being over. Some girls can handle this. I will see if Cheryl can handle dating a feminine boy.”
“You look all-girl,” Megan looked at Owen. “That can be a problem if Cheryl does not want to date another girl. And you can't blame her if that's her decision.”
“I won't. I won't be mad if Cheryl breaks it off. I just want to know, and I hope we can still be friends on the squad. I won't be mad in any way. I think I may have a problem dating a girl like you that looks like a boy.” Owen looked into Megan's eyes with a smirk.
“You ass,” Megan said playfully and elbowed him again. “You watch it.”
The two siblings, giggled and Megan dove in tickling Owen. They struggled to get serious, and Megan watched in disbelief as Owen put two small inserts into the cups of his bra.
“Are you serious, Owen,” But Megan knew he was going all out to see if Cheryl could handle this. But there was no longer any boy there. Owen was all girl now.
“I am serious. I am Olivia now.” Owen firmly stated. Then he finished his feminine look with a pair of pink heels and walked down the steps to prepare for his date.
The two had agreed to meet at a local Diner around the corner, and Megan offered to take him there.
Owen walked in, carrying his purse over his shoulder as many girls and sat down in one of the seats and waited for Cheryl.
Cheryl walks in a few minutes later and looks around for Owen. Except Owen wasn't there. Cheryl wondered where own was and stood there by the front waiting.
There were only a few people at the diner at this time in the evening. She saw an older couple eating together in the corner and talking about their children. There was a single man at the table in front of the couple. There were some women on the other side, and she saw a beautiful looking girl around her age sitting alone in front. She was unable to find Owen anywhere.
Cheryl looked around disappointed for a few minutes and hoped he would arrive. She considered leaving. Then she saw the girl stand up and waved at her. The girl she saw first said, “Cheryl, it's me. I hoped you would notice.”
Cheryl’s frown deepened. That was Owen in the tight pink miniskirt with nylons on her legs, and his pink camisole top with cups and some visible inserts to look like natural breasts and his makeup. It looked like Owen even curled his hair. He was beautiful. In an effort to not look weird, she whispered respectfully.
I guess I should call you Olivia here, so no one notices?”
He nodded. “I would appreciate that, and thank you.”
“Do you know how weird it is to be dating a boy that looks this pretty that I feel I must call him by a feminine name? Sitting there with his breasts looking prettier than I am?” Cheryl whispered.
Owen agreed, “Yes, I can imagine it is difficult, but I want us to work through it. I am still me, Cheryl, and I love you.”
“I love you too,” Cheryl replied. “But I just don't know about this. I noticed things were really weird on Friday when you went in your full cheer outfit and cheered at the game. You were prettier than some of the other cheerleaders. All of the boys were looking at you. They wanted you, Owen. Do you know how that feels for the girl dating you? I just don't know if this is something I can handle. I wanted to date a boy. I don't think I can be with you that way if you are a girl.”
A tear ran down Owens's beautiful face and left a trail of dark eyeshadow lined down his cheek. He sniffled sadly and said, “I understand. I hoped we could get through this. If we cant date, can we still be friends?” Owen asked, hopefully.
“Sure, and I won't let this affect the squad. I intend to remain there. We simply won't be a couple. I will support you in this.” Cheryl said to him.
“That means so much.” Owen exhaled. “I noticed how you were looking at me that day, and how you have distanced yourself from me since I started this. I know this must be very difficult. I am sorry.”
“You haven't done anything wrong,” Cheryl stated. “If this is you, then you must embrace it. It is me who can't handle it.”
“You aren't wrong if you want to date a boy. I am not a boy anymore.” Owen stated. “I am Olivia.”
“None of us are wrong. It's just the way things turned out. I was dating a trans girl who was waiting for a chance to come out. I will support you.”
The waitress appeared, and they ordered their dinners.
Then Cheryl said, “This was one of the reasons why I was against you joining the squad. I figured the girls were making a big mistake. I won't miss this for anything. They really have no clue.”
“Wait!” Owen said. “How could you know I would start dressing like this just to be part of a Squad? I didn't even know about this side.”
“Yes, you did,” Cheryl pointed. “I noticed. Many of us noticed, but you wanted to pretend it wasn't there. But we saw how you loved the girl side of things almost all your life. I noticed it in how you interacted with other girls on a different level than most boys do. There were signs. And you never do anything halfway. When the girls pushed you to join the squad, I figured you would either say no, or go all out and make yourself as feminine as possible to fit in with the squad. And you did that. I am happy for you, Olivia. This is so great for you.”
“I didn't even notice those things,” Owen looked at her. “I guess many other people did. I am glad you want to stay on the squad. You are good, and we will need you.”
Cheryl laughed. “I wouldn't miss this for anything. It's going to be a great show. I love how you maneuvered yourself to be the one in charge. I don't know how you managed that as a new freshmen member. That's just part of what makes you great. And then convinced her to allow you to train a competition squad. Those girls have no clue what's coming there way.” Cheryl laughed louder. A few people looked over. “It's going to be a ride, and if they can't keep up, you will cut them. But I knew you wouldn't be happy just cheering on the sidelines. It's going to be fun.”
“I know they all really want it,” Owen stated. “They are cheerleaders. It's in our nature, they want to go the distance. They just needed someone willing to push them.”
“How did you get the coach to agree?” Cheryl asked.
“I can't believe she wasn't doing this all along,” Owen looked. “Cheryl, she was a cheerleader in high school and a nationally recognized college squad. She competed and placed in nationals. She had the background and the skills. And we will need them, I just can't believe she wasn't pushing for this all along. The squad just needed the motivation.”
Cheryl couldn't believe it. What luck. “I will help you in any way I can. I knew with your background in competing that you wouldn't be happy on the sidelines cheering. You would insist on much more. You will push them to your limits. And I have little doubt you will place in regionals. And by next year, we will probably be competing at the state level.”
Owen shook his head, “No way. I think that's expecting too much. We will be lucky to place in regionals In the fall.” Owen pointed out.
“I have seen you train new students just off the streets to place in regional in NAGA. I seen you push them into the Intermediate divisions within a year when most instructions take two to three years to train a new student to compete in the advanced or intermediate divisions. You have a gift Owen. I put money that we will see the squad competing in state next year.”
“I love your confidence,” Owen giggled a little too girlishly. “Did you all really know I was like this all along? That there was a girl waiting to come out?”
“Many of us noticed many little things about how you presented yourself and spoke. I noticed many of them, and I knew it was just a matter of time. I considered pushing you out myself. I knew it would be terrible if we waited too long. But it still makes me sad to lose my boyfriend Owen. I can't be happier with Olivia. I will remain your friend and stay on the squad to help you.”
The two tightly hugged eachother and went out to meet Megan waiting in the car to take them back.
Megan had to know, “So how did it go, Cheryl?”
“I told Olivia it's too weird dating a boy who is turning into a girl. She understands. We will still be close friends, and I will support her.” Cheryl replied. Then she asked, “How are you dealing with your little brother becoming your little sister?”
“Very weird,” Megan said sarcastically. “I am struggling to deal with the change too. It's going to be difficult.”
“Wait, what!” Cheryl nearly shouted in surprise. “How is it difficult for you?”
“He's my younger brother. He was always so boyish and fighting. Now he's becoming my younger sister. Cant, you see how that is going to be difficult on me?”
“Well yeah, “Cheryl replied. “But I was there when the squad came up with the plan to force Owen to join them. It looked like you were totally on board. You looked happy to force your brother into dresses and see him as a pretty little cheerleader cheering for the boys. It seemed like you were seeing it as a sort of revenge, or something. You were going to enjoy seeing him taken down from a boy getting all of the attention from your father. I just thought it was so funny.”
“Well, That's how I felt until this. What was so funny seeing him forced into being a girl?” Megan challenged hostility.
“That you thought it would change it, and allow you to rise above him or something like that,” Cheryl said to her harshly. “That a boy like Owen, as a girl, won't change what's inside. She has a will of iron and such leadership skills that people gravitate to her. As a girl, she will still rally people, and they will follow her. She will be just the same competitor with an unconquerable drive to succeed at anything she puts her mind too. Make her a cheerleader, and she will soon be on the national stage for the NCA in no time. You should have seen that, Megan. It's funny that you didn't.”
Cheryl added at the end, “And sort of sexist if you ask me.” Cheryl added acidly. “So you were for it until you saw that Olivia would fall into the role and relish it. Now we see, don't we Olivia.”
“She is coming around. Cheryl helped me with my makeup and my hair for the date. But it is funny, I agree,” Owen said, giggling. “She didn’t know what was coming.”
Megan shouted, “Will you two stop making fun of me!”
“You thought making me into a girl would diminish me, and you could use it. Don't be mad at us for thinking its funny,” Owen quipped, giggling like a girl.
They pulled into the Cheryl's driveway and let her out. Then Megan drove them home and got out. Megan watched with an uncomfortable chill as Owen got out of the care and smoothed his skirt and moved her his like any girl would and then walked up to the front door as any girl would. Megan figured that she may as well accept that she now had a little sister. She would miss Owen so much. He took smaller steps and minced his feet, and his hips began swaying with each step as he walked up to his door.
Olivia walked in to see Jane sitting at the Kitchen table with his Coach Crystal Stillwell. He froze, and Megan saw fear flash across his face.
Jane settled him down, “Take it easy Olivia. We are doing fine, and your coach stopped by to apologize and tell me she didn't know the fallout of changing your sex as she did. We are struggling to fix it so it won't impact your future. She gave me a few names of people she knows. One of them is the AG for this state. I have made a call to the Marshals office, and they will be talking to that man very soon.”
Was this supposed to put him at ease? Jane was talking to the United States Marshals, and his records were changed by a corrupt Attorney general? What in this was supposed to help him relax?
“I promise that it will be alright. And Crystal will be fine if she plays along with us. We can make sure its all pinned on the AG and not Crystal. Now we are settling that. We need to make some plans for tomorrow.
“What about Tomorrow?” Owen repeated in a very confused tone.
“You will be taking control of the Junior cheerleaders, remember. You pressured Crystal to make you their coach. They will all be looking to you for guidance so you better have a plan.” Jane said seriously.
“Oh,” Owen said. All of the talk about politics and the marshal's office made him forget everything else. “I have a plan for them. We will update the training. We will work on strength and stamina first and then end with some of the basic cheers and skillsets. And I think I will require them to run half of a mile every other day. Crystal!” Owen said.
Crystal looked up from the chair.
“I would like to try on your old cheer uniform.” Owen smiled.
“Um, we will see.” Crystal replied.
“How can I be a coach and a cheerleader on the squad?” Owen inquired.
“Yes, and you are the assistant coach. But you will the girl in charge there.” Crystal answered.
“Okay, and can you teach me your old cheerleading routine you did at the nationals?” Owen asked, hopefully.
“No,” Crystal replied to him.
Sorry but there is no way. First, that was a routine for the collegiate divisions. They would never allow it in the high school division. You would get so many deductions. And, so many rules have changed since 1989 I dont think we could get away with it in the collegiate divisions today.”
By Julia Michelle
Owen learns of the fallout from his record changes and begins living as Olivia.
Olivia learns about the consequences for Crystal and himself
Owen had been sitting in class by some of his best friends on the squad. Holly and Jennifer were there with him as they were studying English when suddenly two men entered the room. The men appeared very serious and flashed a United States Marshals badge and said, “I am United States Deputy Marshal Samuel Garard and I to speak to Olivia Benson.”
He looked right at Owen. At least he used Owens's feminine name to not out him in front of the entire class. Owen stood up and approached, looking up weakly. His whole body was trembling. “I am Olivia.”
The Marshal said warmly, “Ma’am, you aren't in trouble. We just need some answers. Can you come with us please and we can figure this out.”
Olivia followed the two marshals to the doors where her new mother, Jane, was waiting. The Marshals led them to their car, and they drove off. They went across the town and stopped in front of a small office building. The Marshals let the two out and led them into the building and turned into a small office with recording equipment. Olivia sat beside Jane, and the lead Marshal Samuel Gerard sat behind the desk and began. “Olivia, that's become your legal name. You have the right to remain silent, and if you give up the right to remain silent, then anything you may be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and if you can't afford one, then the court can appoint you an attorney. Do you understand the rights as I have presented them?”
“Yes, Sir,” Owen replied.
Jane spoke up, “Is he a suspect?”
“No,” Samuel replied. “The Miranda is just a formalization. And we felt that since much of this involves Olivias records that we should inform her of her rights, and that she may become a suspect. But we highly doubt it. I do recommend you have your attorney present. And we will wait.”
Jane agreed and made the call for her attorney, and he came immediately. Hearing his client was being questioned by a United States Federal Marshal. But Roberta suspected something like this was going to happen since this shit storm of Owens records began. But she expected the FBI to investigate. Marshals did fugitive retrieval and such. Why were they investigating a high school student records being changed? Well, this shit storm went right up to the Governor's office, so that may be right. His appointed Attorney General was involved.
Roberta made it to the federal building and found her client Jane in the office with her new daughter Olivia, and they sat down. She demanded a single minute with her clients to get the entire story of how all of this happened. It was even more unbelievable. So the coach initiated it thinking she was doing Owen a favor helping her become a girl. And it all happened by force and blackmail. Luckily, Olivia loved the idea because she was very feminine to begin with and wanted to get out of the rough contact sports her father pushed her into. Olivia wanted Coach Chrystal protected. Olivia said it wasn't the coach's fault. Roberta insisted it was, but Olivia wouldn't even hear of it. In her mind, she loved Chrystal and wanted her protected. Roberta finished by saying, “We will do what we can. Much of this is in the hands of the Marshals now, and a federal DA who will make the final determinations of whose ass ends up in prison. We will put in a very good word for her, Olivia. But I doubt it will mean much. We are dealing with some very serious federal charges. But none of this should blowback on Olivia. Olivia is seen as the victim here. But clearly, the Marshals left the door open if anything changes. That's why they Mirandized Olivia. I think we are ready to begin.
Roberta led the Marshals in, and they begin the questioning. They started by asking Olivia to state what all happened in her mind. Jane told Olivia to be honest about everything. She wasn't sure about that but felt pressured. She feared it was going to sound very stupid.
“The cheerleading squad was down one member, and they needed someone. So the coach and some of the girls came up with this idea and prompted by my sister Megan to make me do it. Megan gave them some of the information they needed to force me into it. I drove the family's car into another car six months prior, and she took the blame for it. She threatened to go to my parents if I didn't agree to join the squad and become a girl member. I agreed, and the coach said she would have my records changed to say I was female. I figured she just meant the school records. I met the girls, and I learned the cheers with the Varsity squad, and I joined. Then I demanded as a condition knowing she changed my records to place me in charge to start training for competitions. I pushed her into a corner, knowing she couldn't refuse now, so it was agreed. Then because my father doesn't approve of my lifestyle and becoming a girl, mother made arrangements with Jane to become my guardian and help me. That's when she realized the changes to my records don't stop at the school. It went all the way to the state level and my social security. I am female, and she needs to get that solved. So she made the calls to the Federal Marshals.”
“The Coach knows the Attorney General, and she made arrangments with him. They were seeing each other. So, just to clear this up, your name was Owen Benson, and you have lived as male?”
“Yes,” Olivia stated.
“And you are Transitioning to female?”
“Yes,” Olivia agreed.
“Are you doing this on your own, or are yo being blackmailed into it by Megan?” Samuel asked.
“She isn't blackmailing me. I have always felt this way. It's just that Megan thought it would give her an edge over me if she pushed this. It didn't give her anything.”
The Marshals took down Megan's name and said they may have to ask her some questions later.
“So when did you meet Crystal and find out she had your records changed?”
“That was the next morning my sister and her friends blackmailed me into becoming a member of the cheerleading squad,” Olivia replied
Samuel frowned. “The next morning? That's are impossible. They have had already decided you were going to do it and had already done it before meeting her.”
“I didn't know that.” Olivia said. “they must have known I was going to do it. What if I refused?”
“It wouldn't have mattered. You were Olivia then whether or not you agreed to their demands. You would have had to quit school and get this solved.”
“I am glad I am transgender then, or else I would have hated this,” Olivia stated.
“Can you go easy on Crystal. I know this is serious, but I really feel she has helped me so much. I would hate for her to go to prison over me.” Olivia pleaded.
“You didn't cause this, Olivia,” Samuel stated. “Its caused by her actions. But I will see if we can give her any leniency. That will depend on her cooperation.
Then, Samuel, had Olivia make a written statement and signed It. Roberta approved and signed it. A few more questions were asked, and then they took Olivia back home. The school was over by then.
Jane had to Follow Megan in for questioning later, and they got her part of the story and let her go back home. By then, it was late into the evening, and they went to sleep.
They had to wake up for school the next morning, and Megan approached Olivia and said, “Owen, I am sorry for this. I am sorry for pushing you into being a girl. I know this is who you are, but I shouldn't have forced you into it. I pushed our rivalry way too far. I will do what I can to help my little sister from now on. Just ask me for anything.”
Olivia hugged her sister tightly. Then she ran into the shower and washed off. She used the iron to put some curls into the bottom of her hair and got dressed.
She ran down the steps wearing her skinny jeans and a sexy tight top. Megan came running down, and Owen then asked, “Megan, what is going on?”
“I wanted to live with my sister, that's all. I asked mom if I could stay with you two. She agreed. And don't worry, Olivia, I will not mistreat you anymore.”
Olivia smiled, and they went to school together.
That's when everything really happened. The principal approached Olivia and took her into the office. Crystal was there with Samuel.
Crystal started, “Owen. Thanks for what you said. It meant a lot. I won't be able to coach here anymore. I am being fired. Lucky, the DA had leniency on me. I will do probation and won't be able to work for any school during that time. And a big condition is I can't have any more contact with you.”
“So who will be the coach now, The assistant Lynn?” Olivia asked.
The principal shook his head no. “No, We have decided that should be you. You will be the cheerleaders head coach now.
“Me!” Olivia nearly shouted. “I am a freshmen student. I just started here. How can you make me the girl's head coach?”
“You pushed to be in charge, and we don’t have the budget to hire another head coach right now. We are going to agree to settle with your family for close to a million dollars. We think you can handle the job.”
Crystal shook Olivia’s hand, and it was settled. Olivia was led to her new main office, where she was shown all of the student's files and their histories. One of those files included Olivia. Lynn would be working under Olivia. Olivia was now in charge of all of the cheerleaders, both squads now.
And she was preparing for her morning classes on top of it all. She looked up and nearly shouted, “How in the hell am I going to do all of this?”
Olivia accepts her position as the head coach of the Cheerleading program and has her first session with the squad.
Olivia was now the head coach of the cheerleading squads. She had finished her first two morning classes and had a meeting with the assistant coach Lynn for lunch. She had Lynn get her lunch so they could sit in her office and discuss the issues that would be involved with her being the head coach.
Olivia still felt the entire thing was stupid. Why not simply make Lynn the head coach? Why did they want her as the head coach? The reason the Principal gave her was in the budget. They couldn't afford to hire another head coach, and if she didn't accept the position, the school would shut the entire cheerleading program down.
Olivia had to accept the position of the head coach, and she did. So she was now sitting in her office wearing a coaches blazer with an adult ten years older than she was working under her, and ready to accept her instructions on how to proceed.
Olivia was clueless. Olivia looked across at Lynn and said, “Lynn, this entire thing is stupid. You should be the head coach instead of me. But since you are not , then we have to deal with this. You have been the assistant coach for over five years of training girls here. I just came here about two months ago as a student. I joined the cheerleading squad a few weeks ago. You have much more experience than I do. I have watched you train the girls, and I have read the reports and studied the Program. I will stay with the program. But there's a few improvements to the routine I would like to start making to the Varsity squad starting this afternoon. And We need to really step up the physical fitness if we are to have a chance at Regionals in the fall?”
Lynn said, “I understand. I cant wait to see what you have planned.”
“Okay, I will show you have I have planned, and I hope we can do it. Then you need to get the forms ready to enter our squad and its roster to the National Cheerleaders Association for the fall. We at least need to get the forms ready to we are official members of their association. Then we can work on who will be members of the squad that will compete. I will be looking up how we can proceed in that area.”
“So you are serious about that,” Lynn looked across and raised her eyebrow.
“Yes, I always have been,” Olivia replied. “Why is this news to you?”
“All of the trouble we had, including budget concerns that we can't even hire a head coach now. How can we afford a competition squad?”
“I know a few people who will help us sponsor it. They can make new uniforms for us, and packages for the cheerleaders. And help us with the transportation and the fees for the association membership.”
Then Lynn stood up, “your next class is in twenty minutes. Oh, Crystal dropped this off for you. It's her old uniform and a videotape of her final training session with her squad in college. It's her routine she performed for nationals. She said you wanted it.”
Olivia accepted and said, “Thanks. Her outfit is beautiful.”
Lynn stood up to walk out when Olivia said, “Lynn, do you really think I can do this?”
Lyn smiled, “Yes, I do. Crystal looked into your skills when you first brought up the subject. She was amazed at what you could do by fourteen. You were one of the head instructors for your martial arts classes. You taught classes full of adults, and she watched a few of them. It was amazing, she told me. How every adult respected you and hung onto every your every word. Those kinds of skills are so rare. None of us have any doubt you can do it. It was I who suggested making you the head coach. They were going to shut it down until next year when we could hire new staff. I told them to give you a chance.”
“It looks like I have a lot to learn. I am so glad you are here to help me. I have my afternoon classes, and then I must lead the first cheer practice with the Varsity squad. I wonder how I will lead the Junior squad and be a member.”
“You can do it, Olivia. And remember, two of the Seniors have offered to help you, and you will have me overseeing it all.” Lynn offered.
Then Olivia said, “Lynn, I have one request.”
Lynn looked at Owen, waiting.
“If you see me doing something stupid or unsafe, make me stop. Step in and tell us to stop immediately. I don't want to put anyone in danger.” Olivia stated.
“I don't think you will ever do that. Crystal said in your classes that the student's safety was your top priority. You went to extremes to make sure your students could do it safely before you ever let them try. It will be the same here, but I will an eye out. But you are the head coach, I am under you. You need to remember that.”
Olivia stood up to go to her next class and muttered, “This is so stupid.” walked out to meet Holly. They everything together and walked to their first afternoon class together.
She asked cheerfully, “So how are you dealing with being the coach now?”
Olivia shook her head in frustration. “I’m not.” She replied. “How am I supposed to coach two squads of cheerleaders and handle my classes on top of it all?”
“Many women handle their daily classes, work, and their families. “Holly pointed out to Olivia. “You are strong, and this is what you wanted.” Holly smiled at Olivia. “You set this up, and you can do this. Please don't let us down.” Holly pleaded, pulling Olivia into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around Olivia. “You can do this.
Holly and Olivia sat with Katherine in Algebra. Their teacher was showing them how to solve simple variable equations. This bored Olivia because she was already solving exponential variable equations. Not everyone was at her level, and she saw Holly solving them. Their friend Katherine was having more difficulty with it. Olivia whispered to her friend Holly that they were going to have to set up a study session to help Katherine with this.
It was just about time to confront her first coaching session with the Varsity squad. Olivia privately wondered how in hell she was going to coach these girls that have been cheerleaders longer than she was, and older. She learned the cheers from them last week and was lucky enough to have gone to a game cheering with them.
Olivia left class and ducked into the girl's locker room to put her training outfit on. She went into one of the dressing cubicles in the back to replace her panties and put on a protective layer of cheerleading spankies on and replace her bra with a more supportive Victoria Secret Pink Sports bra, then she walked out to put on her gold cheer shorts and the schools sleeveless top. Her hair was secured with a pink scrunchy, and the other girls came in to get themselves ready for the first training session.
Olivia stood in the front of the locker room and said to them all. “I want to have a brief talk with everyone on the gym once you all get ready.”
Olivia walked out to the gym and read through the varsity squads cheerleaders and just waited.
All of the girls came out of the Locker room wearing the gold cheerleading shorts and blue and gold top with the school's logo on it. Many of them were wearing pink ribbons in their hair. The squad had agreed to wear the exact same thing. Even their nails were polished in the same blue color. They looked like a squad, and Olivia wished she had that look.
The girls sat on the bleachers waiting for whatever Olivia had to say. She was standing in front of the squad. “I know many of you are juniors or seniors, and you have been cheering much longer than I have. I know many of you are much older than I am, so I want to know If this will cause any problems with our relationship. I need to know if any of you will have problems taking direction from me.”
Karen stood up and told Olivia, “We have discussed this together, and some of the girls are waiting to see how you do first before they decide if it's going to be an issue. I and most of us know you will be great. Jennifer has attended your Jujitsu classes, and she knows your skills. So most of us have no doubt about you, and we are willing to follow you, Olivia. I have seen you train with us that first week. Olivia you were awesome.”
Then she turned to her squad and asked loudly, “Are we ready to follow Olivia!” The girls jumped up and squealed and clapped. Olivia smiled back
Then she said, “Okay, now that we have that out of the way. I have some ideas. I studied all of the cheers, and I loved them. I have some ideas on minor changes that won't make that much of a difference. But I have reviewed the halftime show you all put on, and I have an excellent idea on how to make that better. Jennifer, Karen, Allie, and Elisabeth. You and the other stunt squad do the drop. But can you drop into a handstand and do a walkover followed by a fast cartwheel?”
The girls looked at each other, wondering what Olivia meant. Then he asked, “Karen and Jennifer, lift me up, Elisabeth and Allie, you will be spotting, and I will show you what I mean. You hold me like this,”
Olivia held out her hands so at not to stop herself from falling but to help lower her down onto her hands for a walkover. Olivia stood and told Karen she was ready. Karen and Jennifer lifted Olivia up into the air, and she spread her arms out and shouted. She looked down to see if her spotters were ready. Karen and Jennifer lowered Olivia down head. First, her spotters were ready and helped her lower onto her hands. Olivia landed on one hand and threw herself over into a walkover followed by an extremely rapid cartwheel and a flying somersault and landed facing them.
Olivia asked, “Do you think we could have three lift teams doing that in synchronization?”
Karen spoke up when none of the others would,” That's a big change in our halftime show. This will take a lot of training, Olivia, but I like it.”
Olivia smiled softly, “Excellent. And I have a few other ideas for the halftime show I want us to work on. “
Karen grinned knowingly, “This isn't for any halftime show, is it? These are much more advanced routines than any squad does for any football halftime show. You are preparing us for regionals, arent you?”
Olivia flashed a wide knowing grin and said, “OHYA. Whose for it?”
All of the girls leaped up and screamed, and they began working on the various aspects of the routine that Olivia had in mind. Olivia put them through a grueling two-hour session that had every girl exhausted by the end. They ended it with some stretches and cooldowns. “I will do a two-mile run in the morning, and I hope you all can join me for it. We need to build up our stamina for competition. I want to build us up to five miles by the fall.”
The session let out, and Olivia approached Elizabeth and Karen and asked the two seniors, “Can you two help me with the juniors tomorrow afternoon. I think the gym will be occupied so we will train on the field in the back. Can you two be there for me?”
Karen said yes as they watched another girl walk in from the bleachers and approach Jennifer, and they intimately hugged. The girl said, “You did great, Liz.”
Olivia looked at the couple and asked, “Jennnifer is this, your girlfriend?”
“NO,” Jennifer said. “This is my boyfriend, Adam. He likes presenting himself as a girl. I think it's adorable, and there aren't any rules that say a boy can't wear a dress here.”
Olivia smiled, slyly. “Well, hello, Adam, unless you prefer another name.”
“Adam is fine,” Adam quipped. “I don't need a girl's name. I am a boy.”
The two girls agreed, and they needed to wash their training outfit. Adam walked away, and Olivia swore Adam had some blush and eyeliner on. There wasn't anything wrong with that. Olivia knew Karen and Elizabeth were intimate with each other. They tried to hide it, but Olivia saw the looks they gave each-other. It was clear they were involved.
As Olivia returned to her office, Lynn approached and told her, “You were great. Crystal was never that tough on them, and she didn't think she could have got away with extending it another hour. You exhausted them, do you think they will be ready for another one in two days, especially with the running you assigned them?”
“I think so, do you think I did okay?” Olivia asked, worried.
“You were great. But you didn't pull anything over the girls. Karen knew exactly what you were doing, but you had them all following your instructions.” Lynn said. “I was ready to step in if I was needed to reassert control. But you had them following you, and that was great. I figured you wouldn't need me to help you.”
“I am going back to the office to do some research on the NCA and how we can join their organization. Then I will look into where the regionals will be held this year. Can you help me, Lynn?”
Lynn agreed, “Sure, my high school squad was a member, but I was never on the administration side of it. This will be an experience.” And they went into Olivia's new office and sat down to look at the National Cheerleading Association site on how new schools join and the fees required.
Lynn knew this would be it. She was impressed with the attention to detail that Olivia put in and how she researched everything involved with the Organization. But Lynn also saw the increasing frustration within Olivia the more she looked at the forms and the rules involved.
Then it suddenly stopped. Olivia narrowed her eyes and glared at Lynn in frustration and anger. Olivia nearly shouted, “Please tell me what the hell is going on here? How can I possibly be the head coach here, and what does that make you? I am looking at the rules and these forms. Am I really supposed to put my name and my identification in as the head coach for our squad for the National cheerleading Association? Seriously? We all know they will never accept a fourteen-year-old student as the squads head coach. Never, we would be disqualified. And what about the School board, is my name on the position of the Cheerleading head coach, I doubt it? The school would be in such a shit form of trouble if they dared. So please, Lynn, explain what is going on?”
“There is no official head coach. That position is empty. They can't afford it, I am the assistant coach, and for all intents and purposes, you are the head cheer coach even if there is no official documentation of it. We have been instructed by the school to respect you in that role. And since I know your ambition and your talent, I have no problem with it.” Lynn explained.
“That's the stupidest thing I ever heard,” Olivia admitted rudely. “Lynn, you are the head coach as of now. My name can't be on these forms. We must fill your name in, and your identification. We must get the school to assign you to the role of the head coach. This should be your office, not mine.”
“But you are qualified regardless of your age and status, You have trained students for many more years than I have. You have led classes at the school you teach at. I know you can do this.” Lynn told him.
“Yes, in some ways,” Olivia replied. “But you are the adult, and the responsibility must fall to you. I have many of the skills and the drive. But I can't put my name on these forms except as a competitor, and possibly the assistant coach and choreographer, but I can't be the leading coach for the squad. You must be, even if you defer to me in many things. I still can't be the head coach. And if they don't want to pay you the salary, we must make them, or I will do it in my settlement. But you need to be our leader. You have the skills to step in and do it, Lynn.”
They linked arms, and Olivia looked into Lynn's eyes with the determination and pleaded, “You need to take charge and lead us. Please. We need you.”
Then the two embraced each other, and Lynn agreed, “I will.”
“I think that Megan is ready to take me home now. Is there anything else you need Lynn,” Olivia asked.
Lynn shook her head, “NO, we are about done here. I need to get back too. I will see you tomorrow.” Lynn walked out as Olivia went out to meet her sister.
Megan was a little flustered when Olivia met her at the front doors waiting. “I just can't believe it,” Megan sighed. “They made you the cheerleaders head coach. I watched the practice, and you were awesome. And those older girls followed you all on their own. I liked the changes you made to the routine.”
Yeah,” Olivia replied. “I can't believe they made me the coach either. It was really stupid of them.”
Olivia held Megan's hand as they walked out. “You are just the girl for the job,” Megan replied. “Why do you think it was stupid?”
“Because,” Olivia said, looking at Megan. “I am fourteen. I can't be employed at the school. I can't be registered as the head coach when we compete. There's no way. They need an adult for the job but the schools being cheap. They want to put a kid in the position and make everyone call her the coach. It's going to bite them in the ass. I told Lynn she is the head coach, and she will sign the forms for our squad to compete.”
Question from the Author
I had some questions about making a kid the head coach and it was one that I seen the problem with. I want to ask if you all thought I handled it well enough and if you see any other problems