Sarrah tried to write off the thoughts of how weird the last few days had been as shi went through warmups, Bey-Z blaring through the PA system. Shi suddenly had a new… sister? cousin? from some sort of science experiment. Shi could see the stress it had placed on hir mom… She wasn’t letting on much, but clearly, something had gone very wrong, and not only that, hir cousin was hir complete opposite. Sarrah McMillan? A cheerleader!? It was the sort of thought shi needed to shake urgently. Mount Valley was warming up on the other side of the field. This would be a bad time for an upset!
“Remember, you’re gonna run this route,” Sarrah explained to one of hir receivers. Shi loved the game of football and breaking it down. Hir mom had hir science in the lab. Shi had hirs on the gridiron.
Gwen felt bewildered as shi stared at hirself in the mirror. Shi couldn't believe that shi was going out like this. No bra? No makeup? Short hair? Shi looked like a boy and it only took hir 20 minutes to get ready.
That part shi could get used to, as it usually took hir a couple of hours to get ready, but what really bothered hir was the feeling of hir breasts. Without a bra, they were hanging loose and stretched out the T-shirt that shi had raided from Sarrah's closet a little. They bounced around when shi moved, and it was a little uncomfortable to say the least.
Shi looked at the ID that had been made for hir by MTI; shi’d heard they’d also given one to Biff—or rather, Baylie, as hei was now known. Gwen Cedar Honeycutt. Suzan had explained that it was something of a liability to hir name to take the McMillan last name quite yet, since McMillan Tech had goofed up so badly.
Shi sighed heavily as shi looked at hirself. It was going to be weird being in the stands instead of on the sidelines. As shi headed downstairs, shi briefly wondered if any of hir fellow cheerleaders were now on the football team.
Biffanie and the rest of the Boi Kitties cheerleaders were busy primping, chatting, and getting ready for the game in the bois’ makeup room.
Biffanie smiled at hys reflection as hei leaned in and adjusted hys top. Hei loved being a cheerleader. The Lake Point Boi Kitties were the pride and joy of the bois’ school and people came to the games to see the cheerleaders as much as they did to see the players. They were hot, blonde and brought a lot of energy to the games. Biffanie finished adjusting hys top and flicked hys hair over hys shoulder, primping a little to make sure that it fell just right. Hei then took a step back and admired the uniform that made the Lake Point Boi Kitties the envy of the state.
The sleeveless glittery hot pink top with a slash of white going diagonally across showed off enough skin to be sexy but also professional while the matching pink pleated skirt was just short enough to give the audience a tease and the knee-high pink heeled boots finished the look off. As head cheerleader, Biffanie’s uniform wore a special pink “C” patch in the top left.
Satisfied with hys look, Biffanie turned hys attention to the rest of the cheerleaders who were all in various stages of doing last-minute checks and putting final touches to their makeup and were giggling and chatting away with each other.
“Okay, bois,” Biffanie began, grabbing their attention. “Are we ready?”
“Nearly!” one of the bois called out. “Kimyah’s taking forever on hys makeup.”
“What!?” Kimyah retorted, a little frustratedly. “I just want to make sure that I look perfect for tonight. That’s all.” Of course, this response generated a chorus of “Oooohs” from the other bois.
“Who’s the gurl?” One boi asked excitedly.
“Who said that there’s a gurl?” Kimyah replied. “It’s a big game tonight and I want to look good.”
“I bet it’s Tiff,” another boi commented. “Is shi making the rounds again?”
“Yeah, Tiff’s always trying to get into our panties.”
Biffanie couldn’t help but join in with all the giggling. Sometimes, it was just too much fun being a boi.
“Alright,” hei said eventually. “That’s enough teasing… We’d better get out there.”
Baylie was sitting on the couch in the living room playing with hys new phone when Brittanie entered, followed by BrieBrie and Brookie.
“Hey Baylie, we’re going to go and get ready for the game. Do you want us to help you?”
Baylie looked up, a little confused. “Now? But the game isn’t until 7.” It was currently around four in the afternoon.
Brittanie nodded. “I know, but us bois can take a long time to get ready, especially for something as important as tonight’s game. We all need to look our best.” BrieBrie and Brookie nodded in agreement.
Baylie sighed, relenting. Hei put the phone down and stood up. Hei missed being a guy, where you didn’t have to worry about how you looked and you could get ready in 10 to 20 minutes. Sarah had it easy in this world. Hei followed the bois to one of the bathrooms. Hei now understood why it was so large—they shared it often.
“Gosh, your hair is so pretty,” BrieBrie commented as the bois led Baylie up to the sinks.
Brookie, the youngest of the Woodwoman bois, agreed. “Yeah, I hope that my hair looks just like that when I’m older.”
“I keep telling you,” Brittanie added, “Matilda is an artist when it comes to hair. And when we’re finished with you, Baylie, the gurls are going to be all over you.”
