This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

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  It wasn’t until lunch time that things took a turn. He was seated with Mike and Tabitha when Todd came along with a three guys that Jamie didn’t recognize.

  “Hey, Mike. You planning on hanging out all year with that?” he said, looking right at Jamie with scorn.

  It rankled Jamie as he was sure that Todd intended it to. It also seemed to bother Mike as well.

  “Jamie is my friend as much as you are. You and your new friends are welcome to sit with us,” Mike said.

  “I don’t think that I’m as much a friend to you as he is. You’ve chosen him over me.”

  “Look I didn’t choose anyone Todd, I’m still be willing to be friends with you, like before. It’s you that has pulled away.”

  Mike was getting frustrated. He could tell by his stance that Todd and his friends were there to cause trouble.

  “I thought I’d invite you to dump that fag and come over to our table so you could associate with some real men.”

  Jamie bristled even more and gathered himself to stand. But Tabitha laid a hand on his thigh and put some downward pressure. Jamie got the message and stayed seated.

  “You’d do good to do as Todd says,” one of the others told Mike. “When word gets around your best friend is a sissy, you might just as well start wearing pantyhose too,”

  “Yeah, Jamie, are you wearing pantyhose today,” the second one wanted to know.

  “At least he’s not trying to look like a girl today, like he was at the arcade during the summer. She was with him and the two of them convinced two guys to buy them cokes. I saw them,” the third one said.

  “So what’s it going to be Mike. Are we going to be friends or are you going to stay with that and be known as a sissy lover?”

  A crowd began to form. Out of nowhere Julie and Samantha were standing behind Jamie. Julie reached out and put a comforting hand on Jamie's shoulder and gave a light squeeze. He noticed that just down the way Megan was there, glaring at Todd and his buddies. Some of passers-by stopped near the opposing group making it look as if they were growing a following.

  Just then a faculty member walked up behind Todd and laid a hand on his shoulder.

  “Ahem! You boys are obviously freshmen. Were you here for freshman orientation day?”

  “Yes.”

  “In your packet, there was a student hand book. Did you look at it?”

  “Umm, no.”

  “You should have. If you had you’d have known that calling someone a fag or a sissy is against the anti-harassment policy. I think the four you had better accompany me to see Mr. Caruthers.”

  He then marched Todd and his buddies out of the cafeteria. The tension that had been building dissipated.

  “What was his problem?” an older guy who’d stopped by asked.

  All eyes went to Jamie. He looked around. His supporters were still there.

  “He objected to the clothes I wore over the summer.”

  “What business of that is his?” the guy asked as he and his friend walked away.

  Jamie reached up and covered Julie’s hand with his. Looking over his shoulder he caught her eye.

  “Thanks for being there for me sis,” he said. then glancing at Samantha, he continued, “You too Samantha.”

  “It’s alright…” Julie just barely stopped herself from calling him “sis” because their relationship had become more like that of sisters.

  Samantha put her hand on his other shoulder. She leaned in close to his ear so he was the only one to hear what she said.

  “Couldn’t let my best pantyhose buddy down in a crisis.”

  Julie and Samantha headed back to where they came from. Jamie looked around and caught Megan's eye. She looked at him, then at Tabitha and then back to him. She then looked down and walked away. Jamie thought she looked like she was about to cry.

  Jamie, Tabitha and Mike got back to their lunch only to be interrupted. A guy about Julie's age came over, put his books on the table and sat across from Jamie.

  “Hi,” he said, “I’m Larry Collins.”

  He put out his hand. Jamie tentatively took it.

  “Am I supposed to know you?” he asked.

  “Not likely, since you’re a freshman.”

  “So…”

  “So, I’m the membership chairman for the Pride Club. It’s my job to find new members and you’re a prime candidate.”

  “Pride Club? You mean like Bulldog Pride? Like in school pride?”

  Not exactly. More like LGBTQ+ Pride. We’re sponsored by the local chapter of PFLAG.”

  “How do you know I’m a prime candidate?”

  “Your reputation precedes you. You are on my list to find and invite to join us. This little confrontation made that easy.”

  “So, wait a minute. The school has a Pride Club and because I’m harassed about,” Jamie looked around and saw only Tabitha and Mike were listening, “wearing pantyhose you see me as a candidate for membership.”

  “That’s right, or as that bozo mentioned; other girl’s clothes.”

  Jamie blushed.

  “But that doesn’t make me gay.”

  “No, but the fact that you like to wear pantyhose and perhaps other girl’s clothes makes you transgender. You do know that the T in LGBT is for transgender, don’t you?”

  “I’m not so sure I even know what it means to be transgender. I know that old time Olympic Gold Medal winner… the one that hooked up with the Kardashians, had an operation when I was like five and turned into a woman. But I’m happy being a boy. I don’t want to be a girl or a woman.”

  “But wearing certain girl’s clothes assuages a need in you, doesn’t it?”

  Jamie thought a few moments.

  “I guess it does.”

  “There’s a lot more to being trans than getting gender affirming surgery. Needing to wear the clothing is a form of transgenderism. Since you need to wear them, you’re transgender.”

  Jamie looked at him and blinked. He’d never had it laid out in plain English like that.

  “I take it you didn’t read the student handbook either.”

  Jamie shook his head no.

  “You really should scan the no bullying section if you don’t look at the rest of it. You’ll find included, among all the other protected attributes, gender identity and gender expression. Gender expression includes you wearing girls’ clothing and make up. I’ve never heard of anyone doing so without declaring themselves to be transgender and transitioning, but you could wear a skirt to school and be protected from bullying.”

  Jamie wondered why did everyone jump to skirts when they talked to him about his unusual wardrobe additions. Was there something about him that told everyone he had three skirts?

  “Here,” Larry said, taking a brochure from his notebook. “The informational meeting is this Friday at three-thirty in the library conference room. You and your friends here and your sister and her friend who backed you are all welcome. You, my friend, have a lot to learn and the Pride Club is the resource that will help you learn it.”

  Jamie took the brochure and looked at it.

  “I hope to see you there,” Larry said as he stood to go,

  Tabitha and Mike crowded in on either side as Jamie looked at the brochure.

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             The PRIDE Club is dedicated to improving the
             visibility and committed to serving the West-
             Central High LGBTQ+ students. We work to,
             develop an affirming open and inclusive
             academic environment through educational and
             social opportunities. We advocate for the needs
             and concerns of LGBTQ+ students through
             various student-led initiatives. We seek to
             enhance the West-Central High LGBTQ+
             students and to create an open and affirming
             school.

             We welcome students from all disciplines,
             genders, sexualities, and identities and their
             supporters to be involved.

             If you are interested contact Mr. Jorgensen
             or email [email protected]

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  “Hey Megan,” Kim called out.

  Megan turned around and saw Kim hurrying toward her.

  “Nikki said you weren’t going to do cheerleading. That can’t be right. You live for cheerleading. You’re the best of all of us at it. Please tell me that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

  “It’s true, I’m not going to do cheerleading.”

  “Why not? Just think of all the hunky jocks that you’ll be hanging around with.”

  “I have thought about that and that’s exactly why I’m not going to be a cheerleader.”

  Kim’s mouth dropped open.

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said. “Hanging out with the finest specimens of manhood the school has to offer is the reason you’re not going to be a cheerleader? But that would be the easiest way to hook up with Josh again. I have it on good authority that he’s willing to forget what happened at the beach party. But he won’t say just what that was. The Important thing is you can have a second chance with him.”

  “I don’t want a second chance with him; I don’t want any chance with him.”

  “But in your email, you said…”

  “That email,” Megan interrupted, “wasn’t my doing. My half-wit sister hacked my email and sent that. None of it was true.”

  “I can’t believe it,” Kim asserted.

  “Believe it,” Megan said. She turned and walked away leaving a bewildered Kim standing in the hallway while the rest of the student body walked by.

  Megan continue to her locker and was putting her books in a bookbag when he heard a voice she had hoped to never hear again.

  “Hey babe.”

  Megan spun around and saw it really was Josh.

  “We can still be friends. I know you didn’t ask that asshat to interfere. I don’t hold it against you. I’ll let you make it up to me.”

  Megan felt rage and fear in equal measure. She quickly put the last book in her bag and slammed her locker. She tried to walk away.

  “Where you going babe?” Josh asked as he stepped in her way.

  She stepped back and put her back against the lockers clutching her book bag in front of her like a shield.

  “I’m not going to make anything up to you, I’m glad Aaron kicked you ass,” she said trying to sound stronger than she felt.

  “That was a lucky punch. If I hadn’t been drinking he’d have never landed a punch and it would have been him on the ground.”

  Josh reached out to her as if to pull her to him.

  “Touch me and I’ll scream,” Megan told him in a loud voice.

  She was glad to see two older girls down the hall turn to look at them. Josh noticed her looking at them and glance over his shoulder. He realized with them watching he didn’t dare do anything. He held his hands up, palms facing her.

  “Don’t be that way, babe. I’m just trying to be nice to you. Really, there’s no hard feelings on my part.”

  “Too bad for you, there are on my part.” Megan gained a little bit of courage with those two girls watching them. “I’m going to walk around you and you’re going to stay out of my way,” she continued brandishing more bravado then she really had.

  Josh just stepped back with his hands still up as if in surrender and Megan walked around him toward the two girls.

  “Is he bothering you,” one of them wanted to know as she drew close.

  Megan found she was shaking like leaf in a twenty-knot gale.

  “Yes. Can you walk with me to the front doors?”

  The one who had talked to her shot a poisonous look toward Josh.

  The other one said, “Sure, honey, come with us.”

  They headed that direction but as soon as they were around a corner Megan lost it and nearly fell down as the strength left her legs. One on each side, the two grabbed her arms and nearly carried her into the girl’s bathroom.

  They opened the handicap stall door and helped her sit down. By this time Megan was sobbing. The first girl pulled off a big handful of TP and handed it to Megan. She buried her face in the tissue and let the tears flow. One of the girls put a comforting hand on her shoulder and the other bent down and hugged her.

  No one said anything until Megan had cried herself out and grabbed another handful of TP. The girl standing went to the sink and dampened two paper towels. She offered them to Megan, who gratefully accepted them. After she had cleaned up a little in front of the mirror, she turned to the two girls.

  “Thank you for helping me. I’d have been a puddle in the hall if you hadn’t helped me in here.”

  “Not a problem Hun. Who is that guy, an ex-boyfriend or something?”

  “Or something,” Megan said. “He’s Josh Martins. Last summer, he got me drunk and he…” she couldn’t go on.

  “Josh Martins; I’ve heard of him. He was the first freshman to make the varsity in twenty years. He managed to letter and thinks he’s hot stuff,” one of the girls said.

  “I’ve heard of him too. Him and his cronies think they’re God’s gift to women. He’s the worst of the bunch. Rumor has it that they’re trying to amass a haram of pass-around sluts and aren’t above a little force to get them to go along. Did he do that to you?” the other girl asked.

  “He tried, but my boy… ah a boy I know… his older sister was nearby and heard me protest. Her boyfriend stopped Josh and kicked his butt good. Then they took me home.” Megan laughed a sardonic laugh. “Seems that when I’m near Josh, I need someone to rescue me. Last time it was Julie’s boyfriend and this time it was you guys. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “Think nothing of it honey. Us girls have to stick together.”