Chris wavered making a decision. Wear clothes belonging to Maria’s very attractive older sister or Maria’s cheerleader uniform. The problem in choosing was he really wanted to see what he would look like in either one.
*****
Maria stood silently nearby with her arms folded across her chest as she waited for Chris to choose. Initially she had not been very supportive when her friend Julia had come up with this challenge where Chris and his friends swapped spots on the football teams with girls from the cheerleader squad. Julia had explained that she wanted Chris to see what it was like to be leered at by the players and fans. She had referred to the Cheer squad as “eye candy.” Maria didn’t share the same opinion but she was friends with Julia so she went along it. She had always hoped for something a little more with Julia. But this challenge seemed to be creating a division between them.
To her surprise she found she was enjoying her time with Chris far more than she had expected. But a cascade of events today, some of which she had orchestrated, had led to this very moment. No matter what outfit he chose, in her mind Chris would be replacing Julia. She bit down on her lower lip as she felt a hunger that did not come from her stomach.
*****
All the time spent in cheer practice wearing some of Julia’s clothes such as her sports bra, cheer panties and sneakers helped him decide. He had to see what he looked like in the full cheerleader uniform. This might be his only chance. (Kira: LOL)
He stood and walked over to the closet door where her uniform was hanging in its dry cleaning bag. Lifting it off the handle he turned to Maria and with a hopeful look said “Does this make me an honorary member of the Cheerlader squad?”
*****
It took very little time for each to undress. Chris was soon standing in her room wearing just the Green cheer panties and a White sports bra as he began to lay parts of the uniform on the bed. He was surprised since there was much more to the uniform than he had expected.
Maria was finishing up dressing in the skirt and blouse that Chris had just worn when she noticed his confusion “What’s wrong?”
He pointed to the four articles of clothing he had laid out “Well I guess I always thought the Cheerleaders wore a dress for the games. Why are their 3 different tops and a skirt?”
Maria recognized the reason for his confusion. “The school Cheerleader uniforms are in a way modular. Different parts for different situations.”
She paused considering that he thought Cheerleaders wore a dress ‘I guess from a distance it might look that way’ she agreed.
“A one piece uniform, like a dress, can be used but I think that is mostly for children first getting into cheerleading.” She noted Chris was now holding up the skirt for a closer look.
“I’ve seen pictures from years ago that our school’s Cheer squad used to have a very basic uniform. A long sleeved sweater and a pleated skirt. Some schools still use that type today. The University of Southern California for example. Such a classic design.”
Chris knew exactly what she was referring to. He began to form a mental image of himself wearing such a uniform. He forced that image from his mind when he began to feel a stirring in his groin area.
“But many schools have moved away from the pleated skirt to a tighter double knit design like that one” she said pointing to the skirt he was holding
Maria removed one sleeveless top from the bed and returned it to the hanger. “This one is worn alone during the basketball season since the games are indoors”. This top had noticeably wider shoulder straps.
She then handed the long sleeve top to Chris “Put this on first. I call it a body liner but I’ve also heard it referred to as a crop top”
Chris struggled to pull on the tight stretchy top. Next Maria had him don the skirt. It zipped up the back and fastened with a single button but it was adjustable at the waist and was also rather stretchable. Maria made a few quick adjustments before instructing him to put on the last item, a sleeveless shell top.
Chris looked at a mirror in amazement as Maria stood behind him styling his pony tail attachment. Again he tried to ignore how tight his cheer panties were feeling all of a sudden.
*****
Maria forced herself to stop playing with his hair. As much as she wanted him to stay, she needed to get him out of the house. She was experiencing feelings she didn’t want to express to him. At least not yet.
“In case my Mom asks who you are, what name shall I tell her?”
Chris thought about that for a few seconds “How about Cynthia?”
Maria didn’t ask why he had selected his Mother’s name but Chris thought she was pleased with his name choice.
‘To me he is not Chris anymore, he is Cynthia’
*****
In the end it wasn’t necessary. Maria’s Mother was busy in the kitchen and didn’t even notice the two as they slipped out the front door. Chris felt a surge of relief as he turned to Maria
“Thanks. That was a close call. I’ll see you tomorrow” he whispered. Now that the danger had passed, Chris was feeling a little playful “Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow your clothes and Cheerleader uniform today”
“Anytime Cynthia” as the two hugged goodbye. She continued to watch him as he walked down the street.
‘I certainly hope that this isn’t the last time’ she mused while biting her lower lip.
*****
While Chris was becoming more familiar with Maria’s clothes and Cheer uniform, Julia and her friends had completed another day of football practice.
Julia couldn’t speak for Jessica and Tammy but she was finding that she didn’t mind the sweat and grime that covered her body. What had begun as a silly challenge had morphed into a remarkable experience. She could see that all the conditioning exercises and drills were paying off. She had made a few good plays today and she was keeping up with the boys. She could also tell that she and her friends were gaining a measure of respect from them. Most of all was the pleasure she got from doing something that she had been told that a girl couldn’t do.
As practice concluded, she overheard some of the boys talking about going to the weight room. She walked up to Coach Forsythe
“Hey Coach. Did I hear that some of the guys are going to lift weights now? Is that required?”
John Forsythe stared at her for a moment. He had purposely never mentioned to the girls that there was a weight session post-practice. Partly because he believed some boys on the team might react poorly to their presence but also because he didn’t want to encourage this on the girls part. But he had to admit they had weathered the conditioning drills that had caused some Boys to quit the team in the past.
“Your heard correctly. However I consider it optional for the team and that’s why I didn’t bring it up before.” He continued to study the girl’s expressions. It looked like they were disappointed in not being included with the rest of the team.
‘They are doing their best to fit in. The team is accepting them. Why not?’ he thought
“If you really want to start weight training, then I have no objection. Let’s head over so I can get you started properly”
His assessment was correct as the three girls grabbed their helmets and excitedly ran ahead to join those boys heading to the weight room.
On this day of unexpected events, something else was going to happen:
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