The Tension and competition heats up between Brandy and Leticia. The Washingtons begin to think long and hard about their future.

 

The Challenge: Part 7
By Tyler

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This is absolutely incredible. Here I am at the National Teen Ballet Finals in Decautr Alabama. I look in the mirror and all I see is Ali Larter. All the boys and my parents can't believe how much I look like Ali Larter; Just a busty, hot blonde with fair skin. It had taken almost a year for my hair and skin to get their Nordic color back. I have my gorgeous hair pulled back into a ballet bun. My face is made up. In five minutes, I go on stage, my future as a ballerina and future dancer at Juiliard on the line. My heart is pounding, and my male organ is throbbing inside of my tutu and tights. My boyfriend/dance partner has no idea that I was once a guy. This muscular black guy who is ready to hold me in his arms is looking fine in his costume.

I am in pink tights and a big pink tutu, and I am the essence of femininity. My tutu gives me little pink ruffles around my crotch, from which pink tights covering long milky legs come out. I have on my pointe shoes and just feel all done up and pretty as I prepare for the Pas De Deux. Melissa Thompson is almost ready. Will my parents be pleased, seeing their former son on stage doing the most girly thing imaginable? I remember that I have to keep a big smile on my face at all times. My only worry is that my big floppy breasts will bounce too much, but my longline bra, god willing, will hold me in. I hope I didn't run my pink tights when I pulled them on my now smooth legs. But I know everything will work out, because I am a winner in life. Hopefully, I will go and be a ballerina, then a model, and finally an actress.

I am already going to be valedictorian and Prom Queen of my new High School in Mississippi. When I transfered there two years ago from Knoxville as Melissa all of the girls there wanted to know what it was like to be from a big city and I made tons of girlfriends. I was the best ballet dancer at the town's dance studio and easily became head cheerleader. My sister told me all the time how pretty I was and how jealous she was of me. But I knew that this great new life would not be possible without the chance our family took four years ago. I constantly reflected on those crazy six months of the Fall and Winter of 2009.

Did my mom ever realize when she was taking me to Football practice when I was 12 that I would become her little princess. She never thought I would be in panties, hose, and hoop skirts. Mom even threw a big coming-out party in our big new house we purchased and the entire town came to see me come out in my dress. It was great being doted and fawned upon and everyone telling me how pretty I was.

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There I was in the girls room of the dance studio, I took deep breaths as I prepared to audition for the lead female role in Sleeping Beauty. I was scared but I was comforted by the familiar feeling of rubbing my tighted legs together and feeling the friction of nylon on nylon. I was sweating in my pink panties, tights, and bra. I felt as nervous as Eminem in the movie 8-Mile, when he was preparing for his rap battle. I was only supposed to put my head down and get through this, not be enjoying life as Brandy. I was a guy for god sakes. Yet, my dad and obnoxious little brother were out there supporting me and hoping that I would do well in my audition.

I got the butterflies in my stomach under control and walked out onto the main dance floor of the studio. All of the dancers were sitting up against the side of the wall, all in their dance gear. I saw my dad and little brother sitting in folding chairs. My dad was in his white rose-spangled leotard with white tights and my little bro was in black tights and his purple leotard. Kendra looked as bored as he could be. He had seemed somewhat distant for the last couple days after having been so enthusiastic; I wondered if there was anything wrong. I had chosen the prettiest pink leotard I owned with a cute pink skirt with roses and I had pulled on white tights with a pink tint. I really wanted to look sweet and girly for this special day. What with the hormones I was taking, I felt feminine all of the time and I couldn't believe how big my hips and booty were getting.

Leticia/Luke was auditioning for the same role I was. She was emerging as my biggest rival so far and sure enough, she decided to audition for the same role I was going for just to frustrate my efforts to dance the female lead and get my face on TV. As soon as I told Amanda that I wanted to try out, Leticia just had to write her name down and audition too. She was up there now, going through her steps. Leticia was wearing a blue, green, and white striped leotard with an attached short skirt and white tights. Her "dad" Marissa and her twin "brother" Shaniqua were watching her, and I wondered what they were thinking about all of this. While my family had all been developing big breasts and butts, Leticia's family had stayed somewhat slender. Different genes, I guessed, had caused this.

To my surprise and relative disappointment, Leticia was actually not bad. I knew he had been kind of a dorky guy, but he was quite graceful in a quirky way at dancing ballet. He had sort of odd motions with his arms and legs but it seemed to work for him, and he came off as sort of a vapid, ditzy girl. As a guy, surely he was quite the science nerd but those demure qualities transfered well towards being a girl This last month, he had actually been transformed into a very attractive black girl who was becoming quite popular at school and was mentioned as a possibility to become captain of the JV cheerleading squad. I always saw her hanging off the arms of hot guys at school. It seemed like she was really growing into herself. She worried me most as someone who could challenge my bid to win this competition. I wondered if Leticia was actually interested in all of her little flirtations or if she was just playing up the cameras.

Leticia finished up her little dance and it was my turn. She did a little shimmy off the stage and she was cute and feminine to the point where I wanted to scratch her with my long nails. However, all I did was clap for her a little bit and smile like a good girl. I bit my lip and skipped out onto the stage and did a little curtsey. Dad applauded for me and my brother sighed and put his head down in his little breasts. Before I started, I looked in the mirror. Little did I realize what was going on on the opposite side.

"As you can see," Craig said to my mother and sister on the opposite side of the two-way mirror at the dance studio, "Your son has developed into quite the young lady."

"I just can't believe that these black ladies are my husband and sons," said Melanie with a look of shock on her face.

"We didn't want to keep you in the dark," said Craig. "We didn't want you worrying because you weren't hearing from them. We wanted to reassure you that they weren't down in some jungle."

"I can't believe how cute you made them look. Mikey looks so happy in his little tights doing his little dance. They all look like they're having fun."

"This is incredible," said Julie.

Luke/Leticia's mom was sitting there and she said, "I can't believe you made my boys into beautiful women. My son looks so pretty."

"I can't believe how big my son's breasts are," said Melanie.

"We kind of got carried away with ourselves," said Craig. "If less is more, think of how much more will be."

"How long will it take for them to change back," Melanie asked?

"The hormones and the tan will wear off in three months after the final day of the season," said Craig, "If of course they want to go back."

"What do you mean if they want to go back," asked Mel?

"Well," said Craig, "I have the obligation to inform you that your husband came to me and expressed interest in remaining as Monique, and he said Mike wanted to keep on living as Brandy. We can make that happen for them if they want. They wouldn't necessarily have to have an outright sex-change, but they could just keep their external female appearence. You will have the chance to talk with them about this."

"I can't say that I would blame them if they wanted to keep being girls," said Melanie, "They are totally convincing. I would never suspect if I didn't know better that they were really males. You can't even see their male organs through their leotards."

"We have the latest in crossdressing technology at our disposal," said Craig.

"I can't believe that they are doing this," said Melanie. "Mikey used to put on his sister's clothes from time to time but I didn't think that he would take it this far. I mean look at him in a pink leotard and white tights trying out for the role of a Prima Ballerina."

"A couple of our consultants from the NYC ballet have actually commented on Brandy's outstanding dance abilities and the quickness at which she picked up the steps. They said that she could have a future in dancing as a female or male if she wanted. It is just too bad that she has started serious dance training so late in life. I know if I would have started ballet as a girl earlier I could have gone down that road."

"So I should encourage her dancing?"

"Definitely," said Craig, "Tell me, did Mike have much going on as a guy?"

"No," said Mel, "He was just a C-student with no extracurriculars and he didn't have many friends."

All the female members of the participating families were back behind the two way mirror, watching the men in their lives audition for ballet roles. Craig turned to the group and said, "In a couple months, we are going to bring you all back, if you want, to participate in a couple of future episodes. We want you all to interact with your husbands and sons and you see them living as black women. We want to get gut reactions from them seeing you for the first time in their new bodies. You will get to live with them for a couple weeks and just see how you like your guys in a female role. Then, for a few days as we draw the show to a close, you all will get to escort your families back to your hometowns and they will be in disguise as black girls. We just want to get good footage of them going back to their old schools and jobs while they have a female appearence."

This was probably a little much for a couple of the ladies but Melanie was fine with it. "I just can't wait to see my husband and sons again, even if they will be dressed as girls."

"They might be a little embarassed but I'm sure that they will be happy to see you again."

"Melanie said, "My husband is so convincing as Monique. I can't believe that that is the same man I married. I wonder what it would be like making love to him while he is a black woman? I can't wait to put him in my hosiery, lingerie, and dresses."

The other ladies giggled.

"What," said Melanie, "I'm enthusaistic about this."

"Yeah," Julie said, "I'll get to play dressup and practice dance with my little sisters. Mikey is already a better ballerina than I ever was."

And I was out there dancing my little heart out for my mom and sister, and I didn't even know it. I felt so sexy in my little ballet outfit. As I wrapped up my dance, I smiled in the mirror, unaware my mom was smiling back at me. She saw her teenage son as a full-fledged black girl who was quickly forgetting about being a guy.

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My confidence had soared through the roof after Amanda called me and told me that I had won the lead role in the ballet. On Thursday, I showed up at school wearing a velvet green dress with a short skirt and I was wearing black tights and black heels. I put on about every piece of gold jewelry I owned and I wore a green headband in my long straight hair. I modeled in the mirror for about twenty minutes, just spinning and twirling and clutching my purse. As I was primping, preening, and smiling, I saw my dad behind me.

"Krystal is here to give you a ride," he said. "It looks like she got some wheels for her 16th birthday."

I ran out the door and hopped into her new purple Chevy Malibu. Krystal was in a yellow dress and white tights. "Damn girl," I said, "Your parents hooked you up. My mom won't buy me a car."

"Is nice," she said as she put on some rap music. We drove off to school.

Krystal said to me, "You are going to be so popular since you won the lead role. But I heard Leticia has been spreading some rumors about you."

"What rumors," I replied?

"That you're a slut and you've already been with five guys. She said that you like to give them anal."

"That ain't true and you know it. I see her hanging with a different guy every day."

"Well," said Krystal, "You better work it out with her." So that little crossdressing whore was trying to sabotage me. The only time I had even touched a guy since I had been here was my ridiculous little dance with Zack, who I didn't even care about any more. The only guy who I ever really thought about was Shane Johnson, captain of the Football team. I walked into the school in my cute little outfit, and my heels were clicking against the tiles. I felt my hosed legs rub together and I would miss this sensation if I went back to being a boy.

That morning in the halls I saw Leticia. To my anger, the little whore was drooling all over Shane Johnson and she was smiling and batting her lashes at his every word. She was wearing sheer hose and a red dress and she would let him put her hand on her leg and feel up her thigh. I could tell that Shane was just eating Leticia's disgustingly sexual and provocative attentions up. Then, she let him kiss her, My world was collapsing. I was going to ask Shane to homecoming and Leticia knew it, so she made her move first. She was so jealous of me for winning the ballet role that I wanted so now she was going to steal my guy. We were already bitter rivals for leadership of the cheer squad and the top prize of The CHALLENGE was going to be a no-holds barred fight to the finish. God, sHe was such a little skank.

I felt liked crying as I walked away. I had a genuine crush on Shane and I knew that he had liked me. But now, Leticia was spreading all these dirty rumors about me that I was a cheap slut who liked to take it up the butt. I could feel people staring at me. I wondered how far the rumors had traveled around the school. I hadn't seen this underhandedness and sabotage coming. When I started, I just wanted to put my head down and get through this but I set myself up by enjoying myself and doing well and now that stupid bitch was out to get me. Back home, I would have put a nerdy little worm like Luke into a toilet but now I had to get into a catfight with his female alter-ego.

Also, now I had to scramble to find a date for Homecoming. What was a girl to do? I was sure that all the guys would line up if they thought that they would "get some" but I wasn't going to lower myself any further. I needed time to make a plan.

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I dragged myself into the front door and dad said to me from the kitchen, "Hi honey, how was your day?"

"Terrible," I replied.

Kendra was already home and annoyingly, she said, "Brandy is mad because Leticia Jefferson asked out Shane Johnson, and Brandy had a huge crush on Shane!!!"

"You little runt," I said and I moved to slap her. She quickly got away and ran up the stairs. I tried to chase her but I forgot I was in heels. I tripped after taking three steps and I fell at the foot of the stairs. It was awkward trying to move in a little dress. "Ha Ha," laughed Kendra. I felt so ridiculous there in my short dress and tights, a rejected black girl who'se little sister knew all the rumors about her.

"Now now girls," said dad.

Kendra chimed in, "Yeah, everyone says that Brandy is a huge slut and she is taking Omar Wells to Homecoming."

It was true, I had accepted his date out of desperation.

"Kendra," said dad, "You know that those are just rumors. Now Brandy, why don't we have a talk before Fiona gets home."

"You are aware," I yelled at Kendra, who was sitting there with a stupid smirk on his face, "that Leticia Jefferson is really a retarded guy named Luke and you are really a little boy named Kevin. Look at you in a stupid jumper and tights!!!"

"GIRLS," screamed dad, "That is quite enough. Kendra, go to your room and start on homework."

Dad was in a blue dress with a blouse top and sheer pantyhose with high heels. He was preparing a fancy dinner for just him and Fiona. Fiona was going to be the "man" tonight and expect dad to have a dinner prepared for them. Then, they were going to sit down and have a private "date."

Dad told me not to worry about any of those rumors. "All you can do now is strike back and spread some rumors about her."

I went upstairs and began to plot.

To clear my head, I decided to change into the tutu and tights that I was to wear as Sleeping beauty. I took my dress of and I hung it up in my closet. I looked at myself in the mirror in just my lingerie and tights. I took off my undergarments and I pulled on my white tights and stepped into my tutu and ballet slippers. To clear my head, I did my solo one time around the room.

When I was finished, I sat down at my vanity. I reached for my blackberry out of my purse and I dialed up Andrea, a girl I liked from my cheerleading squad.

"Andrea," I said, "You won't believe what I just heard."

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Kendra ran up to dad and said, "Daddy, I've changed my mind. I want to stay as a girl. I never want to go back to being Kevin."

"Oh sweetie that is so wonderful," said dad, and he picked up his son by the armpits and raised him up over his head and twirled him around.

"I'm totally boy-crazy and I found a freshman to take me to homecoming!"

"As long as I meet his parents," said dad. "What happened to make you change your mind?"

"It just hit me," said Kendra. "Mabye its the hormones, but I just love being a black girl."

"I like being your mom too," said Monique. Mom gave Kendra a big kiss on the forehead.

"Am I interrupting something," said Fiona? She looked at the two girls in the kitchen. "I don't want to interrupt a mother/daughter moment."

"Kendra was just telling me how she wants to be a black girl forever," said dad proudly.

"Yeah," said Kendra to Fiona, "I want to grow up to be a pretty lady just like you. I want to marry a nice man."

"I'm so glad that you want to stay female," said Fiona beamingly, "But you have school tomorrow young lady, so why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep." Kendra dashed up the stairs, still in her school uniform.

"My daughter is growing up so fast," said dad. "As you can see, I set out dinner for us."

"You guys have really taken well to becoming female. I expected more resistance."

"Kendra was having some issues recently, but we worked those out apparently," said dad.

"Well," said Fiona, "I'm very happy to hear that." Then, Fiona moved in to give dad a kiss on his big purple lips.

TO BE CONTINUED.