We both looked and read what the game said next.
“Your high school year is already here, someone jump and give a cheer!”
Adam: I felt my legs and arms become extremely toned. I quickly felt myself do a cartwheel across the room and quickly come back. My hair fastened itself into a pony tail. My shoes turned bright white and athletic. My pants started to pull up my legs and the sleeves on my sweater seemed to pull up too. My sweater and pants also seemed to fuse together. Shortly after that the fabric got lighter and pulled me into a short skirt dress that could only be a cheerleader uniform. There were lines different places and it was in a certain shade of red. I felt myself go into a natural stretch as if I was waiting in a place too long, it felt kinda like a way to control boredom for me. Then I felt my breasts gain extra weight and help the uniform push forward on my chest. My butt also was getting some added padding and it pushed my skirt slightly up. My stomach also seemed to pull in and become flatter.
I did another cartwheel across the room. I was so full of energy. I checked out my new breasts and slightly pushed them together. My body was so attractive. But then shortly after that, I was dissatisfied with the way I looked. I was so fat. I tried to push my weight in as to dream when I could be down to that size. I thought about all the boys on the football team. Did they like me or did they just put up with me because I was a cheerleader? Then I thought about all the cheerleader girl gossip. They were looking at me, did that mean they were talking about me? I remember that is something I was choosing to worry about this weekend. Were they kicking me off the squad? I started to panic and I looked around for my comfort food which was my zero-calorie flavored water bottle.
Sarah: I started to gain muscle mass very quickly and I also started to get taller. I was so happy, for so long I had been short and weak. Now I would not have to ask boys to do things for me, that was so annoying to have to do. I felt my chest gain a six pack and my arms gain biceps. If I was a girl, I would have been so turned on right now. I flexed in celebration of my new body. I was now a machine! As everything else was settling in, I became so hungry. I wanted something like a big juicy burger or a steak. I was craving something big, I now had a hearty appetite. I felt a cup touch my private area and padding start to form around my legs. A plastic plate now sat on my shoulders. A pair of tight-fitting shiny capris formed around the pads on my legs. A fitting jersey pulled over the plastic plate and stopped at my stomach area. My shoes also changed to fit the look.
I started squeezing my muscles, I was getting so turned on by my body. I smacked my butt. I gigged to myself. Looking from the bleachers, I always wanted to do that to one of those guys, they were so hot. Then I started feeling pressure from my dad. I kind of wanted to go to art school but my dad wanted me to go to his college and his college wanted me to play football. They assumed I would be another great player just like my dad. Just like my dad. That’s what my dad wanted, he wanted me to be like him. When would he just let me be me? I also thought back to coach. My coach was the one person I kind of enjoyed the most. He really was looking out for me. He encouraged me to do art classes in school. He was kind of like the dad I never had. He did like how I played but he also cared for my well-being. Him and my dad would always get into arguments. My dad would accuse him of not being a proper coach and my coach would accuse him of not being a proper dad. I was so conflicted and rudderless in my life, I had no control. Then I thought about getting Gatorades, beef jerky and snack food while playing Call of Duty and Halo with my friends. Then I thought of all the girls on the squad. They were pretty much already taken, all my football buddies had claim to most of them. But honestly, the girls in the bleachers were the most attractive to me.
I finally came out of that thought and I was taken back. Football guys might have actually liked me. It did not change my feelings for Adam but it helped me to think of and see things differently. Who knew there was so much drama involved in a guy’s life? I felt really bad for him. I wanted to go and smack his father in the face. I liked this dose of reality that I got but it also made me feel bad for Adam. Was he going through the same identity struggles as him?
Adam: I came out of that train of thought. Such anxiety! For a girl that has everything, she sure seems to worry an awful lot. With the looks that I had, I could easily have been an asset elsewhere and told those girls to get screwed. If that was even happening. It was so hard to tell what was real and what was imagined. She was so lost, also as if her confidence was tied to that squad. It made me think about those girls differently and instead of envying them, I was worrying about them.
We both looked at each other. We looked upon each other with eyes of compassion and we hugged each other. We hugged each other as if we both told each other something emotionally deep that we had been hiding for a while.
We both looked calmly and rolled our eyes as the pieces moved again. We were not scared so much now but just wondering what was instore for us next.
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