One Of The Girls 5

"But, I can't go in there!" I exclaimed, nervously.

Becky merely crossed her arms and smirked at me. God she was amazing. She radiated confidence, power and dominance. She'd just turned 19 and was an honest to go knockout with her dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes and high cheek bones. But it didn't end there, she was the full package with silky tanned skin, her toned arms and her long muscular swimmers legs. She stood confidently in an itsy bitsy cheerleaders uniform.

Her entourage standing behind her, all four of them with bemused smirks plastered on their faces. There was Kelly, Cassandra, Marissa and Nicole.

I was such a fool to have walked into her trap. But I wasn't thinking straight, I was foolish enough to fall for her silly little prank. What began as innocent flirting, led to me being publicly humiliated in front of the whole college.

Yeah, I was mostly to blame. I was so stupid, gullible and such a moron.

When Becky shared with me that Sally had sprained her ankle, she urged me to join her cheerleader troop in order to help out and fill the void. She assured me she'd teach me the moves, the routine and I'd fit right in.

I was such a moron to fall for this. I just wasn't thinking straight... There were other male cheerleaders. Right?!

"I seriously can't go in there! It's a ladies room!" I pleaded with them once more.

Becky let out a chuckle as the rest of them whispered amongst themselves. I felt so silly.

"Do you know how many guys would kill to be in your situation?" Becky added, "Now come-on, let's get ready"

With that, I was ushered into the ladies changing room.

What I saw before me took my breath away. The rest of the cheerleading squad in various states of undress. There were at least 10 girls in total. Some merely smirked, others grinned, most ignored me... And then there were those that looked at me mischievously and whispered amongst themselves.

I was the butt of some sort of joke, I just didn't know it yet.

All of a sudden, I felt really uncomfortable and I felt an overwhelming urge to run and hide, "I can't be in here, I should go!"

"Nonsense!" Becky announced, "you are just one of the girls now!" she added, taking away a part of my manhood. It was so emasculating. "Everyone!" she called out, "this is Andy and he will be stepping in for Sally"

There was some laughter, but mostly an applause by a group of amused women, all of whom looked to be in on the elaborate joke.

In the background, I heard someone yell out, "Is it Andy with an 'I'?" The room was engulfed in laughter as I turned three shades of red.

That's when the unthinkable happened, "okay, this is your uniform" Marissa announced as she held up a tiny itsy bitsy female uniform, identical to the one she was wearing.

The color left my face. "I can't wear that..."

"Oh don't be silly. When were done with you, no one will notice you're a boy. Like I said, you're just one of the girls" Becky reached out and rubbed my arm. She batted her eyelids at me and bit her lip, "Pweese! For me!" she teased.

I was putty in her hands.

"Urm..." I was so lost for words. Everything was a blur. I was encouraged to disrobe infront of a room of 14 eager females.

Overcome with nerves, I started trembling and shaking. I felt 14 pairs of eyes burning into my soul. I could feel the ground shaking beneath me.

I'm not too sure what overcame me, but I found myself slowly disrobing.

Becky's immediate circle looked on with amused, impish grins. All the other ladies behind were simply a blur. I could hear mummers and smirks in the background. Even afew chuckles, "oh my god, I can't believe he's actually doing it!" I heard someone say in the distance.

As soon as I took my shirt off over my head, Becky turned and called out "Sahra! Get the Nair! We've got a hairy one!" she looked back at me, "sorry sweetie, you can't have all that icky hair! Only real men have hair" more laughter followed, "and you're not exactly a man, right?" she teased.

Before too long, I stood there, feeling every little bit pathetic in my undies.

"And those too" Becky demanded, pointing at my briefs.

I simply couldn't believe it. My mouth was so dry, I was so afraid, "but, why?" I asked, trembling.

Cassandra held up a pair of purple panties, "It's part of the uniform... And trust me, everyone will see. It's part of the routine..." She playfully lifted her skirt, flashing me for a split second. Sure enough, she was also wearing the same purple pair of panties. She chuckled at my discomfort.

"Go on!" Becky demanded.

"I'm not so sure about this Becky" I admitted.

In an instant, I was quickly overpowered by four sets of hands. These statuesque bronzed goddesses were strong and there was no sense in fighting them. I was hoisted off the ground and quickly tackled down to the floor. The whole room looked on as everyone laughed in hysterics. I was utterly powerless.

It was then that I felt hands tugging at my underpants. "Nooo!!" I screamed as I felt my undies yanked off and tossed aside. From my position on the floor, I locked eyes with Becky. She was simply looking on with a wide eyed grin. Her tongue playfully flicked over her top lip, teasing me just a little bit more.

My tormentors then held me up, tossing me about like a rag doll. I was then held up on display in such a way that I was unable to move or even cover myself. I was exposed for all to see.

Laughter engulfed the entire locker room.

My dick jutted out, tight and firm. What made matters worse, I knew I was small, so I always kept it clean shaven. Unfortunately, it often has the effect of making me look prepubescent. To put it into context, it looked like a pale thimble sitting on a walnut.

I fell to my knees as my tormentors released me. I looked up at Becky, her silky legs shone as she walked closer to me. She leaned down, close to me before shaking her head in disapproval.

She mockingly stuck out her bottom lip, "awww, you're just a widdle boy aren't you?" more laughter followed.

I instantly cupped my crotch with both hands and squeezed my legs together. I must've looked so pathetic.

"He's got no dick!" someone in the background announced, "Gah! So tiny" someone else said, "Poor little guy, almost a boy but not quite!" more laughter followed.

I heard a few more cheerleaders in the background, "pathetic" said one, "tater-tot" said another, "He's just one of the girls!"

The insults continued for another five whole minutes, everyone had the opportunity to say their piece. I stayed on the ground, on my knees, covering myself with both hands.

"Don't listen to them sweetie. It's okay" Becky reassured me, looking down between my legs with an almost sad, yet mocking grin. "Now, come-on, let's get you dressed!"

It was then that I realized, all my clothes had been discarded.

I had no option other than putting on the cheerleader uniform, which unfortunately, did not leave much to the imagination.

Minutes later I was dressed in that little purple outfit, adorned with the school logo. It was complete with a tiny tank top and an itsy bitsy purple and pink plaid skirt. Underneath, I wore purple panties.

I looked and felt pathetic. I fought to fight back tears of humiliation.

Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, I was once again overpowered and ushered by four pairs of hands in front of a mirror.

Everything else after that was a blur as a group of 19-year-old brats proceeded to coat my face with a very thick layer of makeup. In the end, I had bright red lipstick, bright pink cheeks, heavy trash glam eye makeup and splotches of glitter.

Once I was made up, I was hoisted up and put on display where the entire squad shared a round of applause and 'high fived' each other.

I'm ashamed to admit, but at this point, I began to sob. "Aww, sweetness" Becky teased, "We don't want your make up to run." She teased some more.

"Why me? Why me?" Was all I could muster.

"Because you're cute, and I like you" she smiled.

God I was gullible. For a few seconds, I actually believed she 'like' liked me. It was soon that I realized that I was part of some sort of hazing ritual and I was the unfortunate fool selected for the initiation.

For the next hour, Becky, Kelly, Cassandra, Marissa and Nicole all took turns trying to teach me their act in an empty auditorium. It was humiliating, but I oddly felt like I was part of the troop. 'Give me an 'A', give me a 'N', give me a..." it just continued.

I twirled, dipped, flashed my crotch and was once more hoisted up to the air. All this was part of the act. Both Becky and Cassandra demonstrated a number of times before I 'gave it a go'. Becky later gave me an enthusiastic nod of approval. It oddly made me feel proud to please her, at least on some level.

I soon discovered that the entire squad were eagerly watching in approval from the bleachers. Slowly but surely, I noticed more and more people entering the auditorium to watch. I felt sick with humiliation and embarrassment.

"You're doing so well, I'm so proud of you" Becky said in admiration.

"Thank you Becky! I have a good teacher" I added, barely catching my breath.

"Just one more thing" she announced.

"Urm sure! Anything!" I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to make her proud. On some silly level, I stupidly thought she'd still want to go out with me and this was part of some test of loyalty.

"We need you to blow the horn of magic!" she held up a large 'phallic like' P-A trumpet horn.

"At the end of the act, we spin you twice, put this blind fold on you" she held up a pink blindfold to illustrate, "and then we put you on your knees to blow the horn! This indicates the season has begun!" she announced.

I didn't know what to make of this. But I certainly didn't want to disappoint her. So I stupidly agreed.

There was ominous chatter and some laughter in the background.

"Okay, let's do a practice run then, shall we?" she ordered.

Once more, we went through the entire act, complete with music, jumps, dips and hoists. Suddenly, everyone started chanting, "blow the horn! Blow the horn! Blow the horn!"

I was then taken by the group and spun around, once, twice, three times, four times, five times... I was so dizzy by the end of it, it was almost like being drunk. Everything was hazy, blurry and I found it hard to comprehend what was happening. I even struggled to stay on my feet.

A pink blindfold was put on me and I was forced to the ground on my knees.

"Blow the horn! Blow the horn! Blow the horn!" the chants continued.

I felt hot breath in my ear, "open your mouth and wrap your lips around the horn, sweetie" Becky said hoarsely in my ear.

I slowly opened my mouth, expecting to feel a cold steel horn.

Instead, I felt something warm and almost wet. Something was off.

Suddenly, the chants ceased and the entire hall erupted in laughter. Deafening laughter, laugher louder than anything I'd ever heard. It was almost as if the crowd had quadrupled.

Something was certainly off, the horn tasted almost salty and rubbery... Like leather or... skin.

My heart stopped as soon as I realized what it was.

In disgust, I pulled back and yanked off my blindfold.

Before me was a cock, waving in my face. Not just any cock, a cock possibly 8 or 9 inches long. The head was bulbous and purple, the shaft was this and brown, adorned with blue veins. It throbbed and swayed back and forth. In horror, I looked up at the jock it belonged too. He looked down at me and laughed. A deep belly laugh from within.

I instantly recognized him as Brad, one of the muscle-bound macho assholes from Delta house. I shivered in fear as his bear like right hand grazed my cheek, "that's a good sissy"

I glanced up and around at my audience.

To my horror: all cheerleading troops, all athletes, all dancers, all jocks... Literally everyone in my social circle, were all in attendance. All were there laughing and pointing at me. There had to have been at least 100 people looking on.

I tried to get up. Four sets of hands forced me to stay down on my knees. Brad grabbed a hold of his Adonis like member and jerked his cock inches from my face. "Noooooo!" I screamed as the auditorium continued to laugh and laugh.

It didn't take long.

Seconds later, Brad was ejaculating on my face. I looked away in disgust as he coated my face in thick copious amounts of semen. All I could do was submissively sit there and take it, take the coating. It was everywhere. I pressed my lips shut as spurt after spurt erupted all over me. It was so thick and warm. My left eye was glued shut.

Everyone applauded and cheered.

I was then hoisted up, with my hands held firmly behind my back and held up on display for a few minutes.

Becky went to Brad and the two shared a passionate kiss, she looked over at me and said, "Congratulations sissy, you blew the magical horn!" more laughter followed.

With a red face full of cum, I looked over at her crestfallen, heartbroken and confused.

"You didn't actually think that you and I?!..." she chuckled as she and Brad shared another kiss, "I need a real man!" she said, grasping Brad's almighty snake, "you're a dickless little sissy girl"

"Why me?" I managed to ask through my sobs.

"Because you're cute, and Cassandra bet me that I could make you blow my boyfriend in front of the entire college... Looks like I won" she announced triumphantly.