You may or may not believe this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me. I was linebacker last season. I laid out huge hits on everyone I was feared by all. I had more women than a brothel and that’s a fair statement. But then it all changed.
You see, I was a pivotal player for my team. I hate to sound arrogant but they couldn’t win without me. Of course, as I previously stated, I was a pretty big hit for the opposite sex. So… I did upset a few women.
Little did I know that an opposition team wanted me out. Permanently. They approached a group of girls I’d upset and revealed their plan. The girls loved it and were more than happy to play their role.
I was kidnapped. I was transformed into a girl. I was devastated. I valued my masculinity profusely and I had no idea how to live as a woman. I didn’t want to do make up, have uncomfortable shoes on my feet, wear a skirt or have long hair. I was a man.
I had to stay with the girls I’d upset. They were helpful. I knew that I wouldn’t be a man again so it was best to just try and adjust. They taught me plenty about womanhood even though I learnt somewhat reluctantly. Overtime, they convinced me to join the cheerleaders. I still wanted to be involved in the team so I guess cheerleader was as close as I was going to get now.
I was kind of beginning to enjoy the company of the girls. They were really quite friendly. I was loving cheerleading. It was great to be involved with the team and in many aspects it was better than playing. I never ever woke up extremely sore the next morning. The routines were so fun and it was so exciting watching the game with the other girls. I felt comfortable in the make up I had to wear for my routines.
I now accept being female. I don’t mind it. I have some great friends. I’m in the cheer squad. Wearing skirts is awesome. Having a flat crotch is super awesome particular when it’s so sexy and comfortable. I love cheerleading and doing all those high kicks in my short skirt and feeling those male eyes burn into my feminine skin. I don’t miss being a man. Not at all.