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.