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.