Pete's Vagina -73.2- Decoy

I had the whole girls’ side of the locker rooms to myself, since all the other cheerleaders were still on the field. I changed quickly, not even really thinking about the girl’s athletic chest protector I had to wear. It made my boobs sweat, but waddaya gonna do?

Pulling on my football pants had increasingly become a struggle over the last few weeks, but a little scented talcum powder Mom had given me made it possible. I settled my various pads in place, checked the lacing on my cleats, grabbed my helmet and started for the door—for some reason, eager to face the crowd noise outside.

But I heard something else, too. Voices I recognized as Coach Debbie and Coach Wilson. Where were they that I could hear them? I lost interest in figuring that out when I realized they were talking about me.

“If you get that girl hurt, Spike, I will have to hurt you!” said the cheerleading coach with a bit of heat.

“Ah, Debbie…” Coach Wilson seemed amused but placating. “Don’t underestimate Pete. Gayle is not only one of the quickest and smartest players I’ve ever coached, she’s mentally tough and determined—”

Debbie interrupted. “I’m not worried about her mental well-being, you ass. You’re right, she’s incredibly well-grounded in doing what she wants and being her own woman….”

I am? I wondered about that. My own woman? I almost pulled on my helmet right then to hide from some of those thoughts. Did I really know what I wanted?

“I’m talking about her body,” Debbie began.

“She’s a big girl, strong and with more muscle than you’d think,“ put in Wilson.

“Have you seen the Wolves? Those guys are monsters. Some of them are probably 19 or 20, even.”

“Can’t be 20, state rules. And 19 only if they had a recent birthday since the start of the season.”

“Mphh!” said Debbie.

Wilson laughed. “You didn’t see her tear into her teammates when she thought they were trying to protect her. Do not coddle that girl. She would probably bite you.”

They both laughed and moved away from wherever it was that had allowed me to hear them. I cautiously pushed open the gym door just as the rest of the Lions poured out of the door to the boys’ side.

“C’mon, Pete,” Dave shouted, “Get your big round butt over here. We’re making our entrance, this time in the right clothes.”

Jake shoved Dave, “Don’t talk about her butt!”

I ignored that byplay, looking around for Debbie and Wilson, finally spotting them near where the cheerleading squad was holding up a ten-foot diameter hoop covered in paper.

Oh yeah. They did this almost every home game. Normally, Jake leaped through the paper barrier to lead the way, but this time, Jake and Dave made room for me. “Ladies first!” Dave called out.

The tissue paper circle was decorated with a cartoon of Snagglepuss, the school’s semi-official mascot. A strawberry pink mountain lion. Oh well.

With Jake on one side and Dave on the other, I had no choice. If I didn’t run through the barrier, I didn’t doubt they’d pick me up and throw me through it.

I burst through, fists first, then spread my arms wide…and the crowd went wild, screaming, “Pete! Pete! Pete!” Was the whole town there? I looked around, my grin so wide my jaws hurt.

Lee wasn’t the only one with a movie camera, and Gwen from the school paper was flanked by guys using big professional still cameras. I saw Mrs. Frick and Brigitte Montclair, the TV weather girl, bouncing up and down like the former cheerleaders they probably were, now helping lead the chant.

“Pete! Pete! Pete!” Joanna and the squad must have spent the last five minutes working the crowd into a frenzy!

I almost fainted from the excitement.