Not One Of The Girls - Part 3

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When the girls arrived in the library that afternoon, I was surprised to find that it wasn’t just the five of them, a couple of their boyfriends had tagged along too. “Um, I don’t mean to come off as presumptuous, but would you mind checking over Kyle and Carter’s essays too?” Kiera asked, blushing slightly. I sat momentarily stunned, I wasn’t expecting the additional company and it threw me off slightly. “Uh…sure, I don’t see why not” I grumbled, feeling myself turning red as the group took seats around my table with the guys looking over at me questioningly.

I knew the look; their eyes told them I was a girl, but the fact that I wore such baggy clothing made it difficult to tell for sure. I tried not to make eye contact with either of them as they all began to take out their work stuff. Again, we managed to slip into a groove, this time, the girls were pretty much on point with the subject and though the guys were a little bit behind, they picked it up quickly too. “So, Alex, is it? What’s your deal anyway?” Carter asked coolly as I began to look through their notes.

I looked up at him quickly. Joseph Carter; known as Joseph only to his mother and angry teachers, apparently. I only knew him by reputation and rumors, but he was an ‘All-Star’ athlete and as you would expect, the starting quarterback of the school’s football team. He loved pretty much most sports and spent an inordinate amount of time working out, at just shy of six feet I reckoned in a fight he could likely give our Jake a run for his money. “My deal?” I asked dimly. I accidentally looked directly into his grey eyes and blushed yet again.

“Yeah-” Carter grinned “I mean you’ve been here at Ryden for a couple of months now and you’ve spent most of that time basically avoiding people, then out of nowhere…you’re hanging out with these girls”. He moved his arm down subtly and by the way Kiera reacted, I can only assume he ‘pinched’ her playfully somewhere that was not really appropriate for the public domain. “We don’t exactly ‘hang out’-” I grumbled, “the girls asked me to help them with the assignment is all, I have an interest in the subject, so-” The other guy: Kyle, interrupted me with a snort of laughter, I looked around at him quizzically. “An interest in the subject?

Talk about an understatement, I’ve never seen anybody leave Kickstarter speechless before” he chuckled, his laughter reflecting in his brown eyes. I had one of ‘those’ moments and suddenly realized why the colored guy was familiar. Kyle Blackwood was also an ‘All-Star’ athlete. He was the Centre for the school team and best friends with Carter, though personality-wise, they couldn’t be any more different. Where Carter was brash and impulsive, Kyle was more reserved and therefore more likely to think things through before acting.

Although he didn’t have quite the same physical mass as Carter, he was still well-built. I supposed by proxy doing sports just build muscle. Maybe I should start doing sports? Heh, yeah right. He was in my class along with Cass, it didn’t occur to me before as he always played the cliché jock and sat at the back of the class with the other footballers, whereas I was usually positioned somewhere nearer the front.

I couldn’t think of anything else to say so I just mumbled, “That wasn’t my intention” before trailing off. This caused a bit of laughter as Kyle then grinned, “Sure, but it was funny to watch”. We then went back to our work for a short while. It was only when Kiera leaned forward and snatched my notebook, that I looked up again. “Allie, what are you working on here? This isn’t your six degrees paper” I glared at the girl for her preferred nickname for me. “It’s paper on the dissemination of colonial arts” I explained, trying to grab the book back, but she held it out of my reach. “Are you seriously working on two papers at once?” she demanded.

Her words were tinged with mockery, but her eyes sparkled with respect. “No! Of course not-” I murmured. Then with a heavy sigh I grumbled, “I finished my six degrees paper over the weekend. I managed to convince Kickstarter to give me the heads up on the next assignment”. It felt a little odd using the nickname for Mr. Knowles myself.

The group all looked at me with mixed reactions. “Wow, Emily seriously wasn’t kidding when she said you were a geek” Kyle chided playfully, causing me to flush as I retorted, “Well, if I hadn’t already completed my six degrees essay, I would’ve had no time to help you lot with yours would I? I mean, just correcting Emily’s spelling alone, could’ve taken all week”. There was a round of laughter at my statement. I looked over at Emily with a wan smile as she blushed furiously.

“Bitch” she hissed good-naturedly as the bell began to ring for the end of the session. We all packed our gear up and the two guys thanked me for looking over their work for them. I then had to endure hugs from each of the girls, all except Kat, who was still quite cold toward me. There was a sweet moment between Emily and Kyle which Carter ruined by making gagging sounds, Kiera stuck up for her friend though by slapping her boyfriend on the arm and proceeding to berate him all the way out of the library about being an ‘insensitive dick’.

After the ruckus had settled down, it was just; Cass, Kyle, and me, I forgot for a moment that they would be joining me for the next lesson, which was biology. As we left the library, I felt Cass’ arm slide in through mine, by this point I was so used to my experiences with Kiera doing it, that I didn’t even bother to fight it. So, we wandered through the school arm in arm with Kyle just to my left. The two of them were discussing their plans for the weekend as we walked and obviously as I wasn’t part of their inner circle, there was little input from me for most of the conversation.

Kyle seemed surprised and impressed though; when he mentioned the game that was coming out at the end of November and I blurted that I really wanted to get it. Poor Cass was then left a little dumbfounded as she was left out of the conversation while Kyle and I discussed the various things we were looking forward to in the game. When we reached our class, Cass finally let go of my arm and the two of them disappeared toward the back of the room.

I turned towards my usual bench to find that the normally empty seat beside mine was occupied by a pensive-looking guy with dark shaggy hair. I walked up to the table and he looked at me gruffly before sulkily removing his bag from the seat on which I was intending to sit. In the brief moment that we made eye contact, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the recent-looking scar down the left side of his face, it reached from about halfway up his forehead, down across his crystal blue eye to about two inches from his mouth.

I thanked him quietly for freeing up the seat, to which he just grunted indifferently before pulling out the battered biology book that he would need for the lesson. I took my seat and began to lay my writing stuff out on the desk before me, there was a derogatory snort of laughter from the guy as I organized my stuff to my liking. “Would it annoy you if I moved this?” he asked aloofly as he picked up one of my pens. I continued looking towards the front of the class as I retorted, “Not particularly.

I don’t have OCD, I just like to have access to all my stuff-” I looked round at him and smiled coolly, “You can keep the pen if you’d like, it looks as though you probably haven’t bothered bringing one”. The guy sneered before muttering, “Stuck up bitch” and that was the end of our interactions. We sat in silence for the rest of the lesson and when the bell rang at the end of it, he wasted no time in cramming his stuff into his bag and disappearing out of the room. I watched after him in annoyance. I sensed Cass walking up beside me, so I asked, “What the hell is his problem?” to which she responded, “Who's Damien Lynch? Where to even begin”

Finally, on Friday - as the six degrees assignment was due we would find out the result of the bet that I had with the girls. I genuinely didn’t know which way it would go, although I would be glad of the extra cash if I did win, there was a sense of pride in that; if I did lose the bet, the girls had all worked extra hard on their essays, even Chloe, who had admitted on several occasions, that the whole six degrees thing was still confusing to her, worked tirelessly on the paper.

So, I sat during Mr. Knowles’ class as he reiterated what he would be expecting in the essays from the facts to our individual take on it, as he had promised; he had not called attention to me at any point. I was sitting eating a chicken salad at lunch when I found myself surrounded by a wall of green and silver that were the school colors, I sputtered slightly as I looked up to see the five cheerleaders, all in full uniform and all beaming down at me. “Um…Hi?” I murmured as the girls dropped down into the seats around me. “So, we got the results of our essays” Kiera grinned. “Ok…and?” I smiled cautiously as I swallowed my mouthful of chicken.

Five papers were placed quickly onto the table before me, I scanned through them to see the grade that each of them had received. Emily was on the top with an A, she had also received a merit marker, which I congratulated her for; Merit markers were a system that Kickstarter used, it was kind of like a get out of jail free card, if we had one, we could ask for up to two weeks extension on any given assignment, though we were limited to using only one per assignment, they ‘could’ be accumulated. Not to toot my own horn, but I currently held three of them.

I scrolled through the other papers to see Chloe’s, it appeared to have been marked up from a B to an A. “What’s that about? -” I asked softly “you didn’t do anything untoward, with Kickstarter did you?” I grinned cheekily. Chloe looked at me indignantly, “He-ey, he may be one of the few teachers in this school that could be considered as hot, but I’d never do anything like that for a grade”.

There was a chuckle from the other girls, that blatantly implied she might do ‘that’ for something else though. Tutting at them, Chloe continued, “I was only a couple of points shy of an A, but he was curious about the platform that I used for my essay. “I explained to him that you had been advising us on the subject and that the only way I could grasp it was your suggestion to use social media, he re-read it after that and decided that as it was a really unique take, it deserved the extra credit”. I was smiling as I took another bite of chicken. “You should all be proud, you’re smarter than the average cheerleader” I sniggered, receiving a vexed look from the girls in response.

Emily sneered, “Well, we already knew that. It’s nice that a brain-box like you is acknowledging the fact though”. “More importantly-” Cass interjected. “Yes. More importantly…when are we doing your make-over?” Kiera grinned. There was a sparkle in all the girl’s eyes that nearly frightened me. “Um, well I-” I murmured hesitantly. “Don’t tell me you’re going to renege on our bet?” Emily demanded, staring at me intently.

“I’m genuinely surprised you even know what ‘renege’ means?” I said mockingly, receiving a playful punch on the arm for my efforts. “When do you want to do it?” I sighed morosely, knowing that delaying the inevitable was not going to benefit me. “What are you doing tomorrow?” Chloe asked straight away. I got the overwhelming feeling that the girls had decided when, where, and what was going to be done to me before they had even approached my table. It was soon settled that I would arrive at Kiera’s the next day at about eleven-ish, the girls would then proceed to give me a make-over, they also insisted that I go with whatever was being done to me; a statement that alone served to make me even more nervous, none-the-less, I agreed. “Ooh we’re going to have so much fun” Chloe squealed as they all got up to leave my table. “Yeah, you might-” I grumbled uncertainly, before finishing the rest of my lunch in peace.

I woke up earlier than usual the next day, I wasn’t really nervous as such; well, I guess I was nervous, but not to the point it prevented me from sleeping properly or anything, it was just…not knowing what the cheerleaders were planning to do to me, I wanted to be as presentable as possible, so I washed and conditioned my hair thoroughly before drying it and getting dressed. Just after ten-thirty, I called out to my mom that I was heading out and left the house. I traipsed along to Kiera’s house and found myself staring once again up at that majestic building. I had a fleeting thought about how much it would cost to live in a house like that.

Now, I would point out here, that my family didn’t exactly live in a hovel or anything, but our house certainly lacked the gravitas that the ‘Fellows’ household did. I made my way up the pathway and rang the doorbell. It was a couple of minutes before a man in his late forties pulled the door open and peered at me over the top of his glasses. “Can I help you, young lady?” he asked snippily, peering at me as though double-checking that his assumption of me was correct. He had the same glib attitude that his wife had the last time I was here. As he peered at me; he was ruffling a newspaper in one hand, giving off the impression that I was interrupting some particularly important reading.

I had no time to respond however as Mrs. Fellows appeared from behind the door. “Oh, Alex honey, it’s so nice to see you again” she chirped as she stepped in front of her husband, the man looked quickly from his wife to me - as though astonished that she actually knew who I was - before shrugging stiffly and skulking off towards what I assumed was his study.   “Come on in dear, the girls are already up with Kee, she mentioned that you were coming over, but she didn’t say what project you were working on” Mrs. Fellows smiled as she stepped back to allow me access. “Yeah, I think I’m the project this time around-” I murmured as the door was closed behind me. The woman looked at me quizzically. “Uh…they’re giving me a make-over” I explained with a shudder.

“Oh! -” she exclaimed “well, you never know dear; you might enjoy it-” she said kindly “don’t be afraid to say no if you think it’s too much though” she added firmly. I just laughed darkly, “I think Chloe and I may have differing opinions on what ‘No’ actually means”. Mrs. Fellows just looked at me for a moment, before sighing, “You be careful with that one. She gives off the ditzy vibe, but she’s smart as a whip when she wants to be”. She clearly saw the worried look shoot across my face as she said quickly, “Now don’t get me wrong; Chloe is a lovely girl and she’s a fiercely loyal friend to our Kee, but she tends to run away with herself.

Just make sure she knows what sort of friend you want her to be. Emily is a good one to learn from on that account”. With that, she smiled at me pleasantly and called out that I had arrived, she then invited me to head on up, before disappearing from the hall. I climbed slowly up the stairs and made my way along to where Kiera’s room was located, I could hear muffled conversations and some light laughter coming from within. I hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door, it went unnervingly quiet and then Kiera called out, “Come on in, Allie”. I sighed morosely and pushed the door open to see four of the girls looking at me like a lamb to a pride of lions, Kat as ever; just sat with a nonchalant expression on her face. “This is like a scene from one of those cheesy horror movies” I joked weakly as I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.

As I moved further into the room, I saw that there were tons of items scattered over Kiera’s bed, it seemed the girls had been rifling through them to decide what makeup they were going to use. I swallowed again before saying, “So…um, where do we start?” And that was that. I found myself being dragged into Kiera’s en-suite bathroom, where I was told to strip down and climb into the shower. They wanted me to wash using the soap there, as well as washing and conditioning my hair, they also insisted that I shave my legs and underarms etcetera, Not that I really needed it, I wasn’t really a hairy person.

Obviously, they left me alone to do all of this. I wasn’t really sure what to do with my clothes as I stripped out of them, so I just left them in a neat-ish pile beside the shower unit, before climbing in. After shaving and scrubbing myself down, I climbed out of the shower and pulled a towel around me. Emily popped her head into the bathroom and with a coy grin she threw some items at me, “You need to put these on” she explained, before ducking back out again. I looked down at the items and balked. A matching bra and panty set.

What the hell had I gotten myself into? They were baby pink in color with a large bow between the cups of the bra and on the waistline of the panties. The edges of both items were lined with delicate lace. I shivered slightly as I picked up the bottoms. I felt odd…A part of me said that as a guy; I ‘should’ feel humiliated at the idea of putting on such clothing, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t humiliation that I felt.

The more logical part of my brain rationalized that I knew what I was getting into when I accepted the bet with the girls and that I had humor enough not to take the situation too seriously. But there was a part of my brain that didn’t believe that either. Looking at the lingerie, I just found myself...curious. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up over my crotch, tucking myself back as much as possible in the process. They were a comfy fit and I found myself wondering how the girls would have known what size to get, after a moment, I shook my head lightly; it really wasn’t something that I wanted to think about. I then turned my attention to the bra.

It took me a couple of minutes, but I managed to wrestle my way into it, I then spent maybe another minute adjusting the straps, until the item rested comfortably. It did occur to me that none of the girls would have fitted into this bra either; band size…probably, but the cups in this bra were too small for any of the cheerleaders. I didn’t have time to dwell on it further as there was a sharp knock on the door.

I was floundering for something to say when Emily just opened the door and strolled in. “Are you ok-” she stopped, clearly surprised by what she saw “we figured you might be having difficulty with the bra, so I came to check on you-” she explained “seems like you have it well handled though” she grinned as she walked over to me. She circled me, taking in every inch of my scantily clad body. “I really would’ve thought you’d have more difficulty putting the bra on” she admitted. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think she might have been a bit impressed.

I smirked before cheekily saying, “You should see how quickly I can take a bra off”. Emily just pinged the bra strap playfully - causing me to yelp, more from surprise than pain - before walking out of the bathroom, she didn’t close the door however and after a short round of giggles, Kiera called out, “Come on, Allie, you’re burning daylight”. I swallowed nervously, before heading out into the room. Between my shy nature and the fact that I was stood in this very feminine underwear, I would have felt self-conscious as it was, adding in the fact that all five of the girls were fully dressed and all staring at me, I was nearly catatonic.

I received several whistles from the girls as they all stood or sat looking me over. “Come on…give us a twirl” Cass called out cheerfully. I sighed heavily before doing as she bid. “Ugh…you have a nicer butt than I do” I heard Kiera groan; a couple of the girls giggled their agreement. I turned bright red as I tried to hide my face behind my still-wet hair. “We’ll have none of that” Chloe chirped as she appeared beside me, I felt her grabbing my arm and guiding me over to a stool.

As my hair was pulled back out of my face; I realized I had been sat at Kiera’s vanity table, though the mirror had been covered with a towel, I must have had an odd expression on my face when I saw the towel because Emily explained, “We wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we?”. I frowned my hesitance as Chloe began blow drying my hair as Cass and Emily assaulted my hands and feet, respectively. After trimming my nails, then filing and buffing them, they proceeded to paint them in a pink, not too dissimilar to the lingerie I was wearing.

I mentally cursed them for that as I blushed all over again. Meanwhile, Chloe finished drying my hair and set about brushing it out as Kiera attacked my face with a pair of tweezers. I gasped a few times as she plucked at my eyebrows, to her credit though, she was quick, and she wasn’t ‘rough’ just a bit pushy, she reminded me that her job was in one of the salons in town and that with her clients, it was mostly about speed and efficiency, comfort was a secondary concern for most of them. It did occur to me at several points during my ‘make-over’ that although Kat was present for the whole thing, she didn’t get involved in any way.

When Cass and Emily finished with my nails, they told me quite adamantly that I was not to move my hands or my feet, while the polish was drying. So I remained as still as I physically could while Kiera finished with my eyebrows. I felt Chloe running her hands through my hair and thought that if it continued like this, I might just fall asleep.

Yeah…no…that wasn’t going to happen. Emily grabbed my face and began doing God knows what to it. A brush here, a sponge there. A couple of times she shook her head whilst having a mini-debate with one of the other girls, then she would attack my face with a make-up wipe and start again. I lost track of time during the assault, but eventually, the violence on my face ended. It felt weird, not bad as such…just…really weird. I was told not to touch my face as the make-up needed time to set. After all that, the make-up portion of my abuse. I mean make-over, was done.

I was told to stand up and step away from the vanity for a moment, Emily then moisturized me from top to toe, taking the time to rub in the cocoa-scented cream thoroughly. I had to concentrate hard on not ‘enjoying’ the massage. What can I say I was still a warm-blooded male after all. When she had finished moisturizing me, I was sprayed liberally with a bright and very floral-smelling body spray. I was then given a pair of pantyhose to put on. Kiera took a moment to give me a run-down on the best approach. I was honestly expecting it to be tricky; in all the movies I had ever seen where a man or a gender-bent male attempts to put them on, they usually have a lot of difficulties, following Kiera’s instructions though, I managed to get them on without any issues.

There were a few giggles at the ease with which I drew the hose up my legs, but none of the girls actually said anything. I turned my attention to Kiera again and was handed a dark blue skirt, it was a pleated, mid-thigh item with a floral print and trimmed with dark lace. I slid the skirt up my legs and felt some relief as it covered the abysmal pink panties.

Once the skirt was in place, I nearly melted the make-up - blushing furiously - when I was handed extra pantyhose to stuff in my bra. With that embarrassment out of the way, I then had to contend with the top that they had chosen for me to wear. It was form-fitting, light pink in color with rhinestones stitched into it and it had the words ‘Drama Queen’ emblazoned on the front of it in a ‘funky’ script. It was obviously chosen so as not to show cleavage. You know, given that I didn’t have any.

After the top was on, Chloe handed me a denim jacket to put on over the ensemble. After all of that, all that was left in the outfit; were the shoes. I was handed a pair of slip-ons with a very slight heel. These were dark blue, like the skirt, though, like the top, they had little rhinestones embedded in them. I looked up quickly as Chloe muttered something about earrings, Kiera nodded her agreement and disappeared from the room. I frowned as I thought; there was no way they were piercing my ears; I would vehemently draw the line there and I said as such. My comment just elicited laughs from the girls. Kiera reappeared after a few minutes and got a chuckle as the others explained my reticence, she walked over to me and showed me a pair of clip-on that she had gotten from her mother’s jewelry box.

There were also a couple of matching bracelets and some rings, which were placed on me. Finally, after being spritzed with a tangy and expensive-smelling perfume, the girls said they were done. I was asked to stand before the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, which had been rotated so that it was facing away from the room. I walked up to it nervously. I realized at some point that I was holding my breath, so I let the breath out slowly before drawing in another long one. Kiera asked me excitedly if I was ready, I shook my head stiffly and grumbled, “Not even slightly”. I shook my wrists nervously as I tried to mentally prepare myself and was greeted by the light jingle of the bracelets that I was wearing.

The redhead chuckled lightly at my comment before the girls collectively started a countdown from three before Emily leant forward and swung the mirror around. I gasped audibly when I saw my reflection. “Son of a bitch” was all that escaped my lips.