Sometimes a name is all you need, and sometimes its the wrong name

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Chapter 07

I was finally wheeled back to the girls gym and let out of the cage. There was three women teachers there to help me. They took longer to get me out than the cheerleaders took to get me in. They did not look happy and they didn't say anything except to each other on how to unlatch, unhook, or otherwise how to get me out.

After I was out I was sure that they would discover that I was a boy dressed up as a girl. I was finally laying on the floor, having just been dumped out of the fish tail.

“Get presentable, dressed and then join the other cheerleaders in the principals office.” One of them said.

When I was opening the school office door I realized that I still had the wig on. There was nothing I could do now. So I just joined the other cheerleaders sitting along one side of the wall. The secretary said, “Sit with the other girls and no talking.”

This didn't look good. Mrs. Walker walked out and said. “Julie-Ann, would you please come in here for a minute.”

I of course got up and walked into the principals office.

Mrs. Walker said. “It has come to the attention of the principal that there is a problem. There is a very strict dress code for indecent exposure for a girl to display as much breast as you have. However when I explained that there was no problems, as you are a boy in a costume, he failed to believe me. It seems that someone has already changed your records and it states that you are a female named Julie-Ann. To prove that you are a boy, could I get you to drop your skirt for the principal while I turn my back. This should then prove to the principal that you can not be charged with indecent exposure since males can only be charged if they expose what's between their legs.”

I started to undo my dress at the side as Mrs. Walker said to do.

“I can't have girls undressing in my office like this Mrs. Walker.” Principal said.

“Well It's the only way that Julie-Ann can prove that she didn't, isn't and wont be disobeying the decency in the law or the dress code being the school mascot.”

“And how do you explain that he is in all of these classes that are for girls Mrs. Walker?”

“don’t tell me that you are a sexiest sir, I thought that it was the policy of this school district that all children were to have equal opportunity?”

I had just dropped the skirt and had my hands on my panties pulling them down. Nether one was paying attention to me. I pulled them all of the way down and was pulling off the tape that Sis had used to tape me up with when they both heard the sound and look at me as the parts that define a boy from a girl dropped down.

“Well OK, so that is a boy, but where did he get those breast Mrs. Walker.”

“There are a lot of medical problems that I know of where boys develop breast. I don't know all of the details, but I do know that his breast come from medical sources. I am not a doctor, and I don't think that you should be either. As far as I am concerned Julian can pass as a boy or a girl. There is no place anywhere for a child that is both or neither, so until that happens I see no reason why this child should have to go through this again.”
“You can and should run this school, but this is a problem that is out side the jurisdiction of a school principal I think. So Lets both just let this slide until a real problem occurs. Now as for P.E. I can not imagine you allowing this child into the boys changing room with those breast, there will be nothing but problems. I would guess that he would be raped withing the first week.”
“So that means, so that he will have no problems, Julie-Ann will have to pose as a girl until the doctor takes his breast off, if that is what the doctor is going to do.”
“I am sorry that my girls used poor judgment in making his such a sexy school mascot, but technically there is nothing wrong with what they did. They are suppose to raise moral of the school, and they did that and then some.”

“OK, we'll not do anything about Julian or Julie-Ann for now. Now what about that costume? We have got to do something about that. I can't let a girl run around half naked like that.”

“Your right, I think that we need to get a bigger shells for her to wear, but that's all.” Mrs. Walker proclaimed.

“How about if I get all of the girls involved to be told what is decent and what shows to much. I think that the cheerleaders wanted to raise a little hell, and they did that, now lets just reel them in a little bit, and at the same time get some spirit from others.”

“Julie-Ann get dressed and come outside.” Mrs. Walker said as she walked out the door. The principal turned his back, and I proceeded to get dressed again. And then followed Mrs. Walker out.

“I am not happy with you girls in the least, you used poor judgment in making Julie-Ann wear something so revealing. So from now on, anything that she wears as the mascot will have to have my approval. And I want it displayed, and voted on by the girls in all gym classes. No one is to tell anything about this to anyone understand?” Mrs. Walker said before she said shoo to everyone to go to class.

A few of the girls walked with me back to class. They were not remorse in the least, but excited about what they had done. “Okay what was next one the list to do?” Susan asked.

Joan said. “Next is getting her a date with John Rumings.”

“I'm not going on a date with a guy, you can forget that right now!” I fumed back at them.

“Julie-Ann, we think that John is a mommy's boy.” Stacy said.

“So then one of you guys go on a date with him.” I said.

“No you don't understand Julie-Ann, you're not going on a date-date with him, just like an activity with him and others. You can talk boy stuff with him so that he's not all turned off by having to talk to girls who have cooties and stuff. He really needs some help Julie-Ann to come out of his shell.” Joan said.

“So why do I have to do this, and not one of you real girls.” I said.

“Because we have tried and failed Julie-Ann, now we want to see if it's really girl cooties or if he's gay” Joan said.

“Well I'm not gay, so forget it.” I said.

Susan slide up against me and said. “Everyone knows that you are a lesbian Julie-Ann, and that your my lesbian, but you need to help us get John to come out and play. We know that you will not seduce him because you are not gay. So that makes you the only safe one to do this for us.”

Never argue when there is more than one female arguing against you, you will never win.

“What do I have to do then?” I asked.

“I'll set it all up for tonight, you, Mary-Ann and I will meet John and a couple his friends when they meet at the library. Then we will find each other and study close by. He will need your help with math, because you are higher than him, even tho he is a sophomore and you are a freshmen, and he can help you with history because he is really good at that and you need help. You simply sit with him and draw him out of his shell. Easiest thing in the world to do.” Joan said with a big smile on her face.

The rest of my first day not uneventful. A lot of guys tried to hit on me, thinking I was a slut because of what I wore. How it got out that it was me, I guess it was because we forgot to take off the wig.

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After we got home, Sis said. “Hurry up and change into one of the dresses you have so we can get to the library.”

“Do I have to actually date this idiot? And why do I have to wear a dress? I hate this.” I said.

“No, you don't, Joan loves this guy, but she has not been able to turn his head toward her for two years of trying. Everyone keeps telling her to forget him, there are plenty of fish in the sea, but she just wont give up on him.” Sis Said.

“So what I'm suppose to do, is get him to notice her, by being friendly to him? I'll never understand women logic.” I said.

“Right, just get him talking to you, see what he thinks of Joan, or even girls, Joan thinks now that he must be gay, because she has almost thrown herself at him, but he wont even ask her out for a date. The guy must be touched in the head, brain dead or gay. It's your job to find out which one for us.” Sis said.

“Maybe he likes someone else that's far away or something?” I suggested.

I went to my room and started to change. I wore my blue blouse with the matching skirt. It had a wide belt that I cinched tight. It made my waist look smaller than it was. I then got open toed sandals and knee high socks. I was not the height of fashion, and most likely made a number of women turn over in their grave from the lack of matching ensemble. I knew that I would have to wear that cheer-leaders uniform most of the week so I threw it in the washer along with Sis's uniform. Sis and I left with our book bags for the library. Pink book bag.

At the library was Joan, Stacy, Susan waiting for us out front. “John is sitting with his two friends like he always does in the back corner.” Joan said.

We went into the building to the back corner. We all sat at a table next to them, but facing them. Then everyone pulled out books to pretend to work on. I don’t think any of the girls was really working, they were more interested in passing notes back and forth. One note came to me.

Go Talk to him for crying out loud.

I wasn't sure who wrote the note, but I was sure that I wasn't going to just go up and talk to him. That didn't work before, so I shook my head and wrote back.

Wait, what is it that they are doing? It looks like D&D?

The note passed back up the table with everyone reading it and writing on it. After it passed to Joan who also wrote on it the note came back.

What's D&D? How can they play in the Library?

Girls! Leave it to them to never have heard of the game. They play make-believe all of the time. They should be naturals at it. So I wrote back.

Joan, do you want to play D&D with John with me?

Julie How do you play?

Joan, it is a pretend game where you think you are a knight, or magician, or maybe a paladin and fight and find gold and solve puzzles.

Julie, OK, but I don’t know how good I'll be.

I left my books on the table and whispered to Sis “Watch my books for me please” I walked over to the table where John and his friends were working. I could see that they were in the process of making a game. Usually only the Dungeon Master made the game and then a couple of players played it.

“Are you making a Dungeon and Dragon game?” I asked shyly.

“Yea, and your bothering us, so go away.” Johns friend said.

“Can I help, I have played but I always wondered how Dungeon Masters made their games in the first place.” I said, knowing that they didn't know that I had made a couple with my friends before.

“This is a tournament game, you can't help.” John said.

“Where does the tournament play at?” I asked.

“We play at the high school on Saturday nights but you have to be a part of a team.” John said.

“Doesn't a team get extra points if they have a newbies play.” I asked. Not everyone does but it was a shot.

“Yes,” John's other friend said, “But they lose more points that it's worth.”

“What about two newbies, wouldn't that give you a really big handicap in points?” I persisted.

“You and who else” John asked?

“I was thinking of one of my friend. They would love to learn all about how to use magic spells against ogres and trolls.” I hoped that Joan did. “What are your characters?”

“It's an all female group that is trying to capture an evil magi that is capturing princess for his own evil purpose.” John said, while looking me right in the eyes.

“Oh, we would love to play that.” I said.

“No, you don’t understand, in this tournament, you have to play the opposite sex. So girls have to be men and men have to be women.” John said. “We can't allow that to get out to others in school. We'd be creamed for sure.”

A month ago that would have sounded like fun to play. “Well can we play, as beginners I am sure that we'll make some mistakes, but as girls, I am sure that we can give you some pointers in playing girls as well. And if it got out then it would mean that we'd be creamed as well wouldn't it? And wouldn't it be better to have a fighter with lots of hit points, because girls are so weak and sweet and never brawl. See we could help you play your characters better.”

Johns friend leaned over and whispered to John, who then leaned over and whispered to his other friend, they seemed to be in agreement. “How about you come over later and we'll see if you can join. We'll play a short part of a game to see how you do, then we'll decide?”

“That sounds like fun, I'll be there.” I said. I bet that Joan already knew where he lived so that was an easy setup.

I wrote on one of the three notes they passed to me. 'John and friends are D&D freaks, they want to play a game with me and Joan today at his house in a couple of hours. I can show you how at home for a while, and then you can play at his house in a couple of hours. That is why he doesn't talk to anyone, is because he likes to play that stupid game of imagination more than talk to real people. So if you want to get to know him, you will just have to learn to love to play his game.'

I then started in on my home work for today. But I soon got a message back. 'OK, lets go to your house and if you show us how to play, then we will leave you alone to do your home work.'

We were soon at my house, where I had to have my sister drag out my stuff from where ever mom had hidden it. She made the girls stay with me in the garage while she got it.

After I showed them the books, and a simple grasp of the game, I got to do my home work. Three of the cheerleaders left to go and play, and I stayed home. I didn't want to go, for obvious reasons.