Sissy Cheerleader

I’m fun and upbeat, flexible, beautiful, and I’m a bit of an exhibitionist–perfect cheerleader material, right? Well, my best friend in high school thought so, too.  She and I were the same build and height. We both had dark hair and dark eyes, though her skin was a wonderful creamy brown and mine was pale. She kept trying to get me to join the pep squad or the song leaders or any one of the cheerleading groups she was involved with, but it just wasn’t me. I’m not sheeple, and I’m not attention-seeking either. I get enough of it without needing to jump around half-naked in front of hundreds of people. So while I declined to be pressured into becoming a cheerleader, as her friend I still did my best to support her by stopping by an occasional practice  or pep rally.

Anyway, I was asked by a sissy if I was interested in doing a session involving a sissy maid or a sissy cheerleader.  The question brought up a lot of memories, so I went for the cheerleader. Whee!  It was a lot of fun.  My sweet sissy enjoyed the tryouts, but  the best part was the girls locker room.  All those bare legs and sweet asses in tiny panties, perky little breasts, and of course, the showers. The girls accepted my sissy, but she wanted to be humiliated a bit, ‘found out’, so when I asked her to go get me some more sauce for my food, she did so with a certain hardness somewhere that made her walk like a guy instead of a girl.  She couldn’t control her cocklet, much to her shame. Some cheerleaders are stone cold bitches and the things they did to my poor sissy cheerleader were just awful. Humiliating. Everyone in the restaurant was laughing and jeering, and the girls all crowded around to look, pressing their hot little bodies against my sissy, increasing her torment.  It was loads of fun.  I look forward to what happens in our next session.

Empress Pamela
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