The prospective cheerleaders were told to wear their sports gear to practice until uniforms could be ordered. So Frank had to practice in his tennis dress and matching knickers. Their coach was a determined Mrs Finch. She insisted that all the team smile insanely all the time. So Frank had to jump up and down waving his pompoms, smiling, despite the line of boys sitting in the stand, clearly there to catch flashes of knickers as he would have done when he was a proper boy. Frank was undoubtedly giving the best display.
A week before the big match, the boxes of uniforms arrived. “They are varied designs - not meant to be identical but, naturally, they all have the same red and white team colours”, Mrs Finch explained. The packs were labelled. Becky took hers out and saw that she had a top and shorts and white ankle socks. Debbie’s was a dress with pleated skirt. Fiona’s was kind of like a onesie with top and shorts attached which zipped up the back.
Frank opened his pack. He wasn’t surprised to find it was a dress. The flared skirt had five layers of petticoats underneath. It had attached panties and when he lifted the petticoats he saw the rows of white lace along the seat. And his ankle socks were white with stiff red lace around the top. He looked around. One girl had similar socks but most were just plain white.
They came out onto the pitch for their first practice in their uniforms. Frank tugged at his petticoats but they only barely covered the frills on his knickers. Given the amount of jumping and high kicking they had to do, that was largely academic anyway.
“Who designed these?”, Fiona asked. “Frances’ mom”, Mrs Finch answered. “I think she got a lot of help from Frances' sister Angela.” Frank sighed. It had all the hallmarks of that.
On the big day, the girls’ team charged out of the dressing room onto the pitch. Angela took her time, wanting to savour the sight. Her brother was jumping up and down with the others. She admired his sparkly trainers and then the red frilled ankle socks. Her eyes continued up his long legs in his thick tan tights. His petticoats fluttered beautifully as he jumped up and down, his frilly knickers being revealed on each descent.
His mother had acquired a set of silicon boobs for him and these bounced up and down pleasingly under his tight dress. His ponytails were tied up in red ribbons matching the red pompoms he was eagerly waving above his head. But best of all was his forced smile. It looked like he was delighted to be jumping up and down in front of the whole town flashing his petticoats and knickers.
The match was a dour affair which meant that Mrs Finch made the cheerleading team work their routines harder to get the crowd going and the crowd watched them more intently than the match. Frank, still smiling insanely as he jumped up and down waving his pompoms desperately wished the match would get more interesting and divert the gazes from his bouncing boobs, petticoats and frilly knickers.
But the match remained scoreless as it came towards the finish. Frank knew that Angela’s team dreaded a penalty shoot-out because the other team had never missed a penalty all season. With the referee checking her watch, Angela got the ball on the sideline. She brushed aside two tackles before turning into the penalty area and blasting the ball into the top corner of the net.
Of course the cheerleaders had to jump even more excitedly at what was, undoubtedly, a winning goal. Angela ran over to the stand to bask in the adulation of the crowd. But she stopped right in front of Frank so she could relish his forced delight at the knowledge that he had to do this all again for the semi-final.
She was able to sit in the stand for the boys’ match and properly watch Frank perform his high-kicking routines. The boys’ team were three goals up by half time so all through the second half Frank could be sure he was going to have to be a cheerleader again in front of the whole town for another pair of matches.
The semifinals were played in the neighbouring town. The cheerleaders travelled on the bus with the girls’ team who played first again. The boys’ team went on another bus.
The girls’ match was a lot more interesting this time. It was 3-3 – although all those goals required a lot of celebratory jumping, waving of pompoms, high-kicking and bottom wiggling from the cheerleaders.
Once again it was an amazing individualist goal from Angela that won the day. People were asking where she got that extra energy at the end of a match. Frank reckoned he knew where she got her inspiration as he waved his pompoms in the air jumping up and down flashing his frilly knickers to the large crowd.
The boys lost their match. The girls’ team had already gone on their bus leaving the cheerleaders to travel with the boys’ team. Most of them were pleased and happily jumped on the bus so Frank was the last to board. There were only three seats left, all beside spotty grinning boys.
In the fully seated bus there was no room for their bags and everything had to go in the overhead rack. Frank stood in the middle of the aisle cringing as he realized he had to reach up to put his bag up there. He tried to do it as quickly as possible but the rack was almost full and it took him a minute to squash it in securely during which his dress and petticoats undoubtedly rode up and exposed his frilly knickers yet again – judging by the cheers and whistling.
Frank had no choice but to sit beside one of the boys who could hardly take his eyes off Frank’s boobs. Frank hadn’t realized there were so many potholes and bumps in the road on the way to the match but he was very conscious of each one on the interminable way home. He tried crossing his arms under his boobs to keep them steadier but that just made them stand out more.
Frank was naturally nervous sitting amongst all those boys in such a short pleated dress too, exposing his long tan legs, especially when they all knew about his frilly underwear. It was the first time he felt some comfort from having to wear the thick and solid tan tights.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Got the measure of him (Read 28070 times)
