A New Cheerleader - Part 2

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The next morning, Tony came down to breakfast and dispatched it rather quickly. Then he went up to his room, collected Toni's outfit into his gym bag, and tried to sneak out of the house. "Just a moment, young man.

I think we need to have a little talk. Sit.  And take whoever's dress out of the bag so it doesn't get all wrinkled. You should return it on a hanger."

"You know Mom?" "Yes, honey.  I've known for quite a while now, and I think you had better get that ribbon out of your hair too." "Oh, my GAWD.  I'm  busted!"  "You won that trophy as a girl, didn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted with a very deep blush and just the hint of a smile. "And what name did you use?" "Toni with an I, he replied. ""Well, Toni, with an I, am I going to be seeing more of this new daughter of mine, or is this the end of it?"

"I don't know Mom. Well, the girls and I have become really close, and they like me better than Toni. I don't like boys or anything like that. I mean, not THAT way." "Tony, you know that you are an only child because I couldn't have anymore. If I could, I would have hoped for a daughter to dress up and spoil.

I guess if you want to fill that void sometimes, it would be alright, provided your father doesn't throw a tantrum if he finds out, which he probably will. If he does, you will simply have to stop.

You know, you have been acting rather girlish around here lately. Maybe I had better start teaching you some home economics like cooking and sewing." "I don't know if you are kidding or not, Mom, but that would be alright with me," said Toni.

On the practical side, it would come in handy if I end up a bachelor." "Alright, your name will just be a little inside joke between us for the time being, and when I use it, I will be talking to Toni with an I. You don't really have anything to wear, though, do you?" "No, not really, except for my girl's uniform."

"I think we can do something to fix that if you like." "That would be neat, Mom. Could I get some pretty dress pumps too?"

"We'll see, Toni." "Thanks, Mom.   You're the best!" "How are the boys in your gym class and your friends Carl and Rick taking the new Toni?" "To tell you the truth, Mom, Carl, and Rick seem to be the only ones who pay much attention to me, and they still seem OK.

Rick did say something, but they chalked it up to my having to spend all that time with the team. We still go to the alley once in a while." "But not as frequently as before, right?"

"Well, no, I guess not. I hadn't thought about it." So, Toni's mom became 'her' co-conspirator, and over the next six months, which took Toni into 'her' junior year,' she' collected about a quarter closet full of skirts, blouses, dresses, and shoes, even high heels, and one of the drawers in the chest seemed to fill up with lingerie and hose, including a waist cinch with detachable garters.

Over the summer, Toni spent a good bit of time with Brenda and the 'other' girls on the team and seemed quite happy with the level of acceptance she had not had as Tony, either with the girls or the boys. Ever so slowly, those little white pills were making some noticeable changes. However, as a cheerleader at the games, Toni had to be a boy. Well, maybe not. His feminine actions were now second nature to him.

He wasn't exactly play-acting anymore, a fact that the student body quite naturally picked up on. Now, even when he was dressed as Tony, most of the kids treated him like Toni. At first, some of the guys made rude remarks, but that stopped after a while. His voice hadn't changed, but he was putting on a little weight, but just in his chest and buttocks, which caused him to stop going swimming.

It wasn't like the other boys, with their pectorals getting large and hard. He was getting large, soft, and rather pointed. In fact, his 3/8" erect nipples were showing through his tees and tanks, so he began wearing another shirt over them.

The kids had figured he was hanging with the girls because he was gay and his 'dates' were pretty much limited to taking out those girls on the team that were shorter than he was. The problem was that if 'she' could pull it off, it was often Toni who went on the date, and sometimes they would have to fight off a couple of boys before the evening was over.

They would have a lot of laughs afterward, but Toni could not afford to pet a boy, although she was unavoidably kissed by one at a dance and found herself, just for an instant, liking it. I mean, 'she' was looking up at him during a dance, and he just reached down and kissed 'her.' She had been on 'the pill' for about a year then.

What could she do? He was a member of the basketball team. It was through this experience that she found out that he knew about 'her' and what he knew, the whole school probably knew, heaven forbid. That was quite a shock.

No wonder everybody treated Tony like Toni. She had, quite naturally, mastered and owned several pairs of sexy high heels by this time and went to the dances in them as well as out shopping with Brenda and her mother. Otherwise, she wouldn't be tall enough to dance with a basketball player.

This was turning out to be quite a year. She still maintained that she was not attracted to boys, however, not really, even though her body was taking on some definite new contours. She had to remove about a half-pound of the jelly from the balloons, and her wet dreams had ceased. On the rare occasions when Tony would self-induce an orgasm, the tiny bit of fluid was now clear and watery.

Toni was now getting as much, if not more, pleasure from her breasts. Mrs. Prentiss, the principal, called Tony into the office one Friday before practice. Tony, have a seat, she began, or is it T-O-N-I? Oh my god, here it comes. (Even the principal knows.)

"Yes, Mrs. Prentiss?" said Tony while crossing 'her' legs at the knee and unconsciously smoothing the skirt he was not wearing. "It has come to my attention that we won the cheerleading championship with five girls. I thought our team was four girls and a  boy.

"Well, it was...I mean, it is, except they got my name misspelled on our application and we didn't want to jinx our chances, so the other...I mean, the girls helped me to handle it." "Are you aware that the girl who won the competition for us was YOU?" "Well, yes, ma'am. That's what we were counting on."

"And it worked darn well too, and we appreciate your bringing that trophy back where it belongs. We are very proud of you, Toni. Now, as to your conduct in  school, "Are you aware that this is an open secret?" "Yes, I guess so."

"Well, then, why are you pretending to be a boy on the squad? Look at you. You sit there demurely like a girl, and if you had come in here with a little makeup on, it would have been Toni with an I in this interview. You are far too pretty for a boy now.

What am I going to do with you?" "Well, I suppose I could cheer as Toni if that is alright." "Poor child.  Even the school board has found out. That is why we are having his talk. We think it would be more appropriate, considering your actions and appearance, if you did cheer as a girl. At least you won't raise any eyebrows from across the court or on the football field. You have become rather disconcerting to look at.

Very androgynous, I'd say. As to attending school, we are also considering that as well, as you are more than a little distracting in your present state, but only with your parent's permission, of course. And we also know about your platonic relationship with our star forward. I suppose I'll find out what he sees in you at tonight's game. You are free to dress as you please. If you haven't caused any fights by now, I guess you've been accepted as you are.

That's all for now. Dismissed."  "I'm speechless, Mrs. Prentiss. Thank you.  I'll talk to my mom." And so Tony, now still a bit more Toni, and with the blessing of the school board, rushed home and told his mom the whole story. She was absolutely dumbfounded that the school hadn't booted him out.

Instead, they were encouraging her son's femininity. And the school board knew? What a twist! This was really going to take some talking to get past Frank, her husband. But Frank hadn't been straight-up either. Toni's mannerisms and walk had not escaped his attention, and one night, just before getting into bed, he looked out the window and saw a girl in a dress and high heels coming up onto their porch, and then heard the key turn and the door shut again. He came to bed.

He was going to wait for the right time and then have a real heart-to-heart with his son. What he didn't know was that today was going to be that day. When Frank got home from work, Toni's mother stepped up to the plate and went to bat for her son or daughter.

They told him the whole truth and let Dad decide. Well, Frank was no dummy. He had seen a girl coming home, and he knew that if this was what his son or daughter, his wife, and the school board wanted, then he just had to agree to it because he cared about his family and wanted everyone to be happy.

Oh sure, he stammered and guffawed a bit. However, he took comfort in the fact that Tony was a very good student and would probably get a scholarship offer. He considered putting him in psychotherapy, but with all the other factors, he decided against it at the moment. This was going to really take some getting used to.

His son was a crossdresser with his wife's and the school's approval. Incredible!  OK, it's the 90's. "You may as well just go to the game as Toni with an 'I' if that is what you want. I won't be the one to ruin it for you." "Oh, thank you, Daddy," and she threw 'her' arms around him and hugged him. Frank was a little less enthusiastic but he hugged her back. He was about to meet the daughter they never had.

Life sure has some strange turns. "Hon, we are going to that game tonight, he said. "  "Frank, she'll freak out if she sees us." "Well, I want to see the school's reaction, and I also want to see 'her' in a situation where I'm less likely to go into shock at the sight of my son in a dress and makeup in public. Besides, I've never seen any of those moves win the championship. I was proud of him then and I want to be proud of her now."

So Toni went upstairs and plugged in her mom's hot rollers, got into her uniform with full makeup, finished her hair, and went down to dinner. "My lord," said Frank, "I suppose you could break a few hearts like that. Well, sit down, uh, honey. I might as well start getting used to this. I have a feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg." He was right, of course.

And this was definitely not the time to tell him about Chad, the forward on the basketball team, the dances, those little white pills that were softening his features, and other things. Frank did attend that game and saw what, for all intents and purposes, was his daughter out there cheering her little heart out. It blew him away. Some of the kids even chanted Toni, Toni, when they wanted to see a special gymnastic move, and she would respond with one. He may as well accept 'her'.

The school did. When it came time for the junior prom, Chad invited Toni as his date. 'She' didn't know what to do. On the one hand, she really liked Chad, and he was a great dancer, she had found out several times when he brought her home from a dance that he was indeed a great kisser, a fact she's found herself unable to resist. What would Mom and Dad say? Would they let her go, and what about a gown? She didn't have one. Toni talked it over with her mother, and they decided that Mom should do the asking. It was alright with her.

She figured that Toni had a crush on Brad and had no idea where this was all going to end up but for now, she wanted her son or daughter to be happy. "Frank?"  "Yeah!"  "We need to talk about Toni." "With an I or a Y?" "I"

"OK, what's next on this peculiar agenda?" "She's been invited to the Junior Prom." "You're kidding, aren't you?" "Nope.  Brad Connors, the star forward on the basketball team." "I don't know about this."

"It is a well-chorded dance, Frank. She can't get into any trouble." "Yes, but going out with a boy on a date?" "They'll be with other people all the time, Frank. The whole school knows anyway. What's the harm?" "The harm is they'll think Tony is gay; that's what." "Frank, you really don't get it, do you?

They probably already do if he is not transsexual, so maybe he is Frank, but then what would a straight boy be doing if he asked him to the prom? I've already asked her if she has had sexual relations with a boy, and she has denied it."

"Well, what would you expect?" "No, I believe her, Frank." "Brad obviously looks at our Toni and just sees another pretty girl he likes. And I've asked. He is not gay." "OK.  I give up. Let her do whatever she wants. She's almost 18. I can't ride herd on her forever. She'll do what she wants away from college anyway."

"Exactly Frank.  Mrs. Prentiss has even called me and suggested that it might be better if Tony attended school as TONI for her senior year and again with the school board's blessing." "What's wrong with those people? Don't they know she's a boy?" "It seems that is only a technicality at this point, Frank." "Fine, but if she starts coming home black and blue, I'm not going to defend 'her.'" "Frankly, if that were going to happen, it would have happened long ago. They have accepted her.

The people who don't think she is gay probably think she is one of those  'transsexuals' or something like I said. "Now that has definite possibilities, said Frank. Look at the build on her. Where did that come from? She has to wear a bra and that butt of hers!" "Hormone imbalance, no doubt, Frank. Maybe she really was supposed to be a girl, and something screwed up in my womb."

"Alright.  From now on, if Tony wants to live his life as Toni, that's his business. It's your problem. He's still my kid, and I love him, but this sure isn't making it any easier. And what's more, I am not going to pay for a sex change. Is that understood?" "Yes, Frank.  Calm down.  We'll take this one day at a time."

"And another thing." "Yes, Frank?"  "I want her to start seeing a shrink, at least until she or he graduates high school. That's all I ask. Agreed?"  "Alright, Frank.  I'm betting she's pretty mixed up by now, and it would do her good. I'll see to it." "Fine."  So, at the end of her junior year, Toni began seeing a psychiatrist.

She also began going to the community swimming pool, proudly displaying a young woman's face and figure, and didn't care who saw it. After three months of twice-weekly visits, the psychiatrist called Toni's mother with his preliminary diagnosis. "He is definitely attracted to boys but feels it morally wrong to pursue it in this body. I don't know the origin of the hormone imbalance that has caused his body to change.

Whatever it is, it has been going on for some time, as his male equipment is absolutely tiny, hardly worth mentioning as a male. On the surface, I'd say he is, for whatever reason, gender dysphoric, meaning a girl in a boy's body. However, I think we need to continue probing. Nonetheless, based on what I have found so far, I would like to start him on normal levels of estrogen for transsexuals, which will mean a weekly injection and pills, with your permission, of course."

"He seems much happier and better adjusted than our daughter, Doctor. Give her the scripts,  and I'll see they get filled." "I'll be happy to write a letter concerning my diagnosis if you wish." "I think that would be a good idea, Doctor.

Thank you."  August 15: The school staff had returned, cheerleading and football practice had commenced, and Toni had been elected captain of the team. Mrs. Prentiss stopped practicing one day. "Toni, may I see you in my office?" "Sure, Mrs. Prentiss."

"Toni, I understand that you have been in psychiatry over the summer and that the doctor has recommended that you go on large doses of female hormones. Is that right?" "Yes,  Ma'am.  I'm already taking them."

"I see.  Then we are sure to soon see a fully mature young woman. Is that safe to assume?"

"Yes, ma'am."   "And you have no qualms about this?" "Not anymore. It all started out as a game, but I have found that I really love being a girl." "Well, in that case, we don't have much choice. I want you to attend school this year as a girl, as, for all intents and purposes, you are one and will become even more so.

I've become aware that you have already shared the girls' locker room, so that is not a problem, and you may use the girls' powder rooms as well. I imagine by March, you'll be in a C cup, and I know you prefer to be a girl, so that is the way it will be. The staff will be informed.

You are now a Miss instead of a Mister. I think this will serve both our needs better and lessen confusion. I know from going to the games that you know how to use makeup and style your hair, and you certainly act like a young lady, so if you want to let your nails grow some more, they are quite pretty already, by the way. Just be yourself, and I guess this will all work itself out. We'll only have to deal with it for nine months, at any rate. Alright?"  "Terrific, Mrs. Prentiss. Wait till I tell the girls."

Well, now Toni and Brad could be a little more open with each other and the school. She was now a pre-operative transsexual, as far as they were concerned, not a gay young man. The impact of that escaped no one. She would, at some point in the not-too-distant future, be legally and physically female in every meaningful sense of the word.

And, although it had been a long, slow process, over the time since she first accepted those little white pills, Tony's mind was becoming Toni's mind, a female mind, a mind attracted to boys and nurturing, and she believed that she was falling in love with Brad. Toni had worked all summer as usual and earned a good bit of money which she spent a lot of on clothes, of course.

And shoes.  She loved shoes of all heights, styles, and colors—not those gross, ugly chunky ones, but the classic feminine styles and the pumps with the narrow and spike heels. And she never went to school in jeans—always a skirt and blouse or dress with flats or mid-heels. There was no more confusion about her gender.

She was a girl. You could look into her eyes, and they were awash with contentment. And she did let her nails grow out and kept them beautifully polished. She had a little catching up to do, but her buddies gave her a lot of help. It wasn't long before Tony was relegated to a foot locker in the basement, and Toni took over the bedroom and closet. By Christmas that year, there wasn't a hair difference between her and any of her friends.

Well, with one tiny exception—a very limp, tiny exception—that produced nothing but urine while squatting in the girl's lavatory. Between the girlfriends and the boys, we had to get a second phone line. She was up to an extremely full B cup by then, and other boys were asking her out on dates, much to her father's chagrin.

He had to look on the bright side. She couldn't get pregnant. On the other hand, the idea of a boy fondling his daughter left him a little edgy but he knew it was happening. After all, he had been there. And he had seen her come in with her lipstick smeared. Well, she was 18 now. It was her business.

Her grades were excellent, and she would get a scholarship offer or two (it turned out to be three) colleges, but he wondered who was going to college and how they were going to get around the gender problem with her high school diploma and all the male I.D. Well, that was fairly easy. In April, after she turned 18, she applied for and was granted a name change to Antonia Marie. Toni, for short. She had a cheering section in the back of the courtroom. I guess there wasn't any more doubt about who was going to college now, was there? With the letter from her doctor, she and her lawyer had a meeting with the registrar of the college, and she was accepted under that name with all the entitlements of that station female.

Under the circumstances, it's not hard to understand why she chose psychology as her major. She now knew a lot about the workings of the mind and wanted to understand what drove her and others like her. She planned to specialize in gender-related disorders when she graduated. She and Brad saw each other often, as they were only 100 miles apart. It was always Brad. Nobody else could steal her heart, or so she thought! The end, probably.

Epilogue:

A year after they graduated, Frank relented and helped Toni become a woman. She had been a cheerleader in college too and had quite a few friends from school at the church where he gave his daughter away to Brad. Frank still doesn't quite have it all put together, but he loves her, and one way or another, he knows he is going to have grandchildren to spoil.