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11. James reluctantly agrees to he

10. The new James

9. Uh oh, uncle James woke up

8. Trish's plan

7. Trish Delivers the Goods

6. Not just anyone, Linda was ...

5. Another Cheerleader is needed

4. Becky talks to her Uncle about

3. Niece Becky

2. James has a complicated life

1. Altered Fates

James reluctantly agrees to help

on 2007-07-16 02:19:11

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"Please uncle James, just listen for a minute." Becky begged. "I'm sorry, I never should have done it, but I was desperate. This competition is my only chance at getting scholarship money for college. I was at my wits end. You've always been such an incredible natural athlete and always one to support the team, I guess I ... just ... I'm sorry!" Becky began to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." she blubbered over and over.

James, always a pushover where his niece was concerned, sighed and turn away from searching for the medallion to comfort his niece sitting on the edge of the bed and crying. Embracing her in a hug, James made quiet shushing sounds before finally saying, "It's alright. I'll do it for you."

Raising her head and smiling in relief, Becky embraced her uncle back bubbling, "Oh thank you, thank you!"

"Oof, take it easy", James squeaked. When Becky released her bear hug and looked James in the eyes, James was suddenly aware that Becky was sitting, albeit on a bed, while he was standing and they were eye to eye. "I can't believe you did this without asking. I said I'd help and I will, but I swear Becky, even at your age, I've half a mind to turn you over my knee."

"Thanks uncle James, you're a prince ... cess!" Becky giggled. "As for turning me over your knee, that might have to wait." Becky smirked, stood up, and hugged James again, only this time she tucked James' head under her chin and lightly whacked his round little bottom.

"Very funny", James mumbled into Becky's chest. James stepped back when Becky released him so that he wouldn't have to crane his neck up so much to talk with her. "Look, I understand your desperation for the team, but there is no reason for me to be this small. It's bad enough that I have to be a girl, and girl size, but we need to get some clothes to use with that medallion that doesn't make me so ridiculous. I figure I could be one of your anchors. Find some clothes to make me about 5'10". That's tall but not exceptionally tall for a girl. That would be a lot more acceptable for me. By the way, where is the medallion?"

"We already have anchors. We can't go shuffling everyone with only a week to practice. We need you to take Linda's place. That way we can concentrate on getting you trained up for her part."

"Alright, that makes sense. But there's still no reason for me to be this small. I may not have ever been a cheerleader, but I sure watched enough of them to know that they can be any size, well except for ... Becky, what was Linda's part?" The only response was a fake smile-grimace from Becky as she flinched away. "A FLYER!? Are you crazy? You want me to be the person that gets tossed in the air?"

"But uncle James, you played football and did gymnastics. I've seen you on the trampoline doing jumps and flips. Who else could possibly do this with only a week of practice?" Becky pleaded.

"You owe me Becky! You owe me big time." Sighing in capitulation, James asked, "So just how small am I?"

"Not that small, I don't know exactly. I'd say about 5'5", Becky declared nervously.

"Unless you're also expecting a basketball scholarship, there is no chance that's right. Wait here." James went down the hall to the garage and slapped on the light after three tries. The light switch was much higher than it should have been. Returning to Becky's room with a tape measure and a level, James stepped on the end of the tape measure and extended it up to eye height before having Becky hold it. Holding the level on his head with both hands, he told Becky what to do. "Tilt the level until the bubble is centered and extend the tape measure to the bottom edge of the level. Now what's it say?"

"Um, it's um sixty something."

"Sixty what?"

"It' doesn't quite go to the number."

Exasperated, James said, "Well if it did go to the number, what would the number be?"

"It would be sixty .... sixty ... uh ... sixty-one." Becky blurted.

"Five-one! I'm five one?" James wailed.

"Well almost anyway", Becky said helpfully.

"No way! Get the medallion."

"But you can't use it until tomorrow anyway." Becky said.

"I don't care, I want to be ready when ... wait. What do you mean 'anyway'? Becky, where's the medallion?"

"Well you see, I er ... that is it's sort of not here. But it's OK, it's safe. Trish is keeping it for me."

"So your friend Trish is in on this too? She knows about me?" James said aghast.

"Oh uh, oh no. No no. Trish doesn't know anything about the medallion, don't be silly. Magic, who would believe something like that? No, she uh, she's just keeping some of my stuff for me and the medallion is with my other ... er ... stuff. She doesn't know a thing."

"I can't believe I'm doing this for you. If you weren't my favorite niece ..."

"I'm your only niece." Becky interrupted. "OK, now that we've gotten all this straightened out, we'd better get some rest. Trish will be here at nine. Oh before I forget, you have to go by Jamie, obviously you can't be James."

"Your friend will be here at nine, and I have a new name. Are there any other little details you left out?"

"No that's it. Oh, I also got you some clothes" Becky said, handing a large shopping bag to James. "It seemed only fair since I sort of ruined yours."

"Just great" James mumbled staggering out with the bag. "And get that medallion back!"

Back in his own room, James stripped for bed. "This is just too weird" he whispered to himself as he headed for the bathroom holding both breasts with his tiny little hands to keep them from bouncing. Standing in front of the toilet, James looked down wistfully. He couldn't miss the breasts, they partially blocked his view. Sighing, James turned around and sat, chagrined that he actually had to perch on the seat with his legs dangling. Relieving himself felt a little weird, but everything worked and he remembered to wipe. Climbing into bed, and it was a climb now, James was having difficulty getting comfortable. Lying on his stomach was out of the question. Lying on his back made the weight of the damn breasts very apparent with each inhale. Lying on the side was pretty comfortable, and surprisingly stable, but every time he rolled over the damn things flopped. Now to add insult to injury, after tossing around so many times, his nipples were chafing against the sheet.

Scowling, at least James thought of it as a scowl, but anyone else would have called it a pout, James got up and began searching through the bag of clothes Becky provided for something to sleep in that would protect his nipples. "Oh you've got to be kidding me! I swear Becky, I think you did this on purpose." James whispered to himself as he held up the burgundy satin teddy, complete with tags. James couldn't help himself, he checked the tag, size XS. Double checking that the bedroom door was locked, James did the only thing he could, he put on the teddy. While he would never admit it to anyone, "it felt rather nice", he thought as his hands stroked the slick soft curves it accentuated. Telling himself that he needed to sleep, James climbed back into bed and slipped off to sleep.




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