"Uh oh, that's Brad...I mean Brenda, the school bully" whispered his friend Todd, who was a sophomore.

"I asked you a question! What's so funny?" said Brenda again, his face getting redder, even with the foundation covering most of it.

"You...you're a guy, and you're wearing a dress" said Carl.

Brenda slapped Carl with the back of his hand. Then he clawed at Carl's arm, scratching him with his long, manicured fingernails, which were covered in a coat of blood red nail polish.

"Ow!" said Carl.

"Oh the little cry baby" said Brenda. "You're in *my* hallway, and you had better show me respect! Now you're going to have to give me your lunch money!"

"I brown bagged it" replied Carl in a shaky voice. This Brenda really was a bully.

"Then give me your pocket change" demanded Brenda. Carl didn't move, so Brenda swung his purse, hitting Carl in the stomach. He crumpled over in pain. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the one dollar bill he was going to use to buy a soda, and handed it to Brenda.

"That's better. Make sure you keep this coming, every day, if you don't want me to kill you!" said Brenda as he put the money into his purse. He then slung the thin strap over his shoulder, and strutted away.

Todd helped Carl find the classroom, and warned him not to get Brenda angry again.

"What's his deal? He's dressed up like a girl" said Carl.

Todd gave him a funny look, shook his head, and pointed to the door that Carl had to enter for first hour. He nodded and walked in. There were only a few empty desks left, so he took one in the third row next to a pretty blond girl. Carl smiled at her, but then turned his head and blushed. It was not girl he was next to, it was another guy. But he was dressed up so daintily with a black skirt, pantyhose, shoes with heels, even something to make it look like he had breasts. It was another guy in a dress. What he hell was wrong with this place?

As Mrs. Greene came in to take attendance, Carl was shocked to find that almost all of the boys in his class either had names that would normally be used for a girl, or they were dressed up like girls.

"Class, lets go around and introduce yourselves. Many of you are new students this year, and you should get to know one another."

"Hi, I'm Amy" said the first girl. At least he thought it was really a girl. "I'm a sophomore, and I'm in the drama club. We meet on Thursdays after class if anyone is interested."

Mrs. Greene pointed to the next student.

"Hello, I'm Tammy" said the boy sitting behind Amy. "I work after school, so I guess I'm not in any clubs or anything."

"I'm Gina" said the boy sitting to Carl's right. The one he mistook for a girl when he sat down. "I am the captain of the football team. We have open tryouts after school, if any of you aren't too afraid."

"You're the captain of the football team?" whispered Carl to Gina as the girl behind him talked about the school marching band.

"Yes I am. Are you trying out?"

"Yes."

"What position?"

"I'm a wide receiver, but I can play tight end too."

"Good, we need someone there. Glad to have you on the team" said Gina, extending his hand with it's exquisitely manicured fingernails.

"Oh these are just press-ons. They get too screwed up out on the field. But I can't stand having short nails, so I just put these back on every day. They're lovely, aren't they?"

"Um...I guess. Yeah" said Carl. This was just way too weird.

"Your turn" said Mrs. Greene pointing to him.

"I'm Carl, and I'm a freshman. I'm going to try out for football."

"More like 'Carla'!" said a whispered voice from the back.

The two guys who seemed most normal were the math nerds in the back. They had boys names and dressed like boys. But even a first day freshman could tell they were the unpopular nerds, and should be avoided unless you wanted to be like them. Guilt by association. Doomed to be unpopular. Carl would avoid them like the plague. He tried to concentrate as class began.

* * *

Second hour was no better. There were a bunch of guys dressed as girls again. The president of the honors society. The star catcher from the baseball team. The point guard from the basketball team. They were all dressed like girls, acting like girls, and nobody seemed to pay them too much mind.

Perhaps this was a first day of school thing, to scare the freshmen. Perhaps things would be better tomorrow.

* * *

After school, Carl went to the gym, where he met Coach Clark. He went to the locker room to suit up, and was amazed that so many of the guys were wearing frilly pink panties. Most of them wore bras too. He saw Gina, the QB take off a frilly white bra, and replace it with a sports bra before putting on his pads.

The receivers and linebackers put lines of black makeup under their eyes to reduce glare. They also put on waterproof mascara so it wouldn't smudge, and fixed their lip gloss.

"You want some?" asked Gina.

"Uh, no thanks" said Carl. He wasn't sure anyway if Gina was referring to the manly black eye stuff or the girly makeup. He wasn't going to take a chance!

"Suit yourself" said Gina, who put on his helmet and ran out the door.

Not all of the guys had on women's clothes and makeup, but most of the team leaders did. The only one who seemed to scoff at them was the nerdy kicker, who would have been too small except that all he did was kick the ball for field goals and extra points.

"You won't find me touching that stuff!" he said to Carl supportively. Carl wasn't sure that he wanted his friend on the team to be the nerdy kicker, so he ignored him, put on his helmet, and ran out the door too.

Practice was great, and several players said they were sure he would make the team. He was good enough, he might even get to start. He sure hoped so.

* * *

Day two of school was pretty much the same. Carl waited for the right moment to pass through the section of hall that Brenda patrolled. He got by without incident. He went into first hour, and talked to Gina about the football team until class was started.

He could not believe that the team captain acted and dressed like a girl when he wasn't on the field. He noticed that Gina's legs were shaved, and his painted toe nails showed through his open toed sandals. Gina's hair was long and pretty. From being in the locker room, Carl knew it was not a wig. Why did so many of the guys at this school dress and act this way? It was too strange.

Football practice was great again, with the coach telling Carl that he wouldn't have to worry about making the cut. That was such good news to hear! He couldn't wait each day to get through class so he could get to practice, which was the best time of the day for him.

After two weeks, final cuts were announced, and as the coach had said, Carl was on the team. In fact, he had earned a spot as a starter. The starting players all got together after practice on Friday.

"We're all going to the mall tomorrow night to get matching ear rings" said Kelly, the linebacker. "You need to come with us and get your ears pierced too. The we can all match, as a team."

"I don't know. I'll have to ask my folks."

"Come on! Most of the guys here pierce their ears. Perhaps coach was wrong to pick a freshman to start.

"No! I'll be there. What time?" asked Carl.

"Seven. Be there."

Carl showed up at the appointed time. Most of the guys on the team who were starters already had their ears pierced. There were only two of them besides Carl that didn't. Gina and Kelly picked out which ear rings the team would wear, and Carl waited to get his ears pierced. There was only a quick shock of pain as his earlobes were penetrated by the sharp metal, leaving behind a clear hole. The girl at the booth put in his earrings, and handed him a mirror to admire himself.

He was shocked that they had picked a long dangly ear ring, not a stud like players in the NFL wore. These were very pretty and girl. Not what he was expecting!

When the non-starters saw the earrings on Monday, they all felt left out. They weren't cool. Not only were they the bench warmers, but they didn't look like the captain or the starters did now. They met after practice, and all headed to the mall before going home. They would go get the same thing for themselves. They didn't want to be left out in the cold!

* * *

It was time for the first game of the season. Carl was so excited that he couldn't think of anything all day at school, but the game. He was so glad when it was finally time to suit up. This time, when Gina asked if he was going to put the black stuff on his face, he said yes. Gina dipped his finger into the can of makeup, and put two dark lines below Carl's eyes. Then he took the mascara, and made Carl's lashes look long, lush and attractive. He put more on the outside than on the inside, for an interesting effect that drew attention to Carl's eyes.

He handed Carl the lip gloss, which Carl put on himself. He wasn't going to be the only one who didn't do it! He put on his helmet, and ran out on the field.

The game was close, but in the last quarter, it was Carl who went deep and caught a perfect pass from Gina to put away the game! The nerdy kicker missed the extra point, so there was some drama at the end, but Kelly sacked the QB on 3rd down to put an end to things.

They had won! And Carl was a hero.

In the locker room, after the coach's speech, they all showered up. Carl felt ashamed that he was just about the only starter on the team with hair all over his body. He would have to start shaving so he would fit in better.

The all dressed up in their frilly clothes, although Carl just had slacks and a sweater.

"We're all going out to celebrate" said Gina. "Want to come?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"The cheerleaders are all coming" said Kelly.

"Then I'm there dude!" said Carl as they all laughed.

They met at a local restaurant, and ordered salads and diet colas. Carl was sitting at a table with Gina, Kelly, and three cheerleaders. Two of them seemed pretty interested in his friends, but the third one was somewhat aloof.

"Come on Carl, ask her out" whispered Gina.

"Uh Katie, listen. I have something to ask you" he said shyly.

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