Locker room

Steven's future in football was decided following his next practice, although there was no sign on the field that anything was wrong. When he got out of the shower, his clothes were not in his locker. In their place was Mary Ann's (he would find out later) cheerleading uniform.

"What the fuck, guys?" Steven yelled.

"Put it on, pussy," he heard Dick, the quarterback and his best friend since sixty grade, say.

"Fuck you, dick," he snapped.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Dick said.

Steven spun to face him, and found himself facing five members of the team, all guys he'd known since middle school. One of them reached out and snatched his towel away, leaving him standing there naked.

"You enjoy the show in the shower?" Dick asked. "All those wet, swinging dicks? Surprised you don't have a hardon, pussy. Now put you're new uniform on."

"I will not..."

His teammates swarmed him with out warning, restarining him hard against the lockers. He tried to fight back, but there were too many of them. They didn't wait for him to dress himself, instead they **** him into the cheerleading uniform like they were dressing a doll.

When they were done, they stepped back.

"Isn't that better?" Dick asked.

Steven caught sight of himself in the mirror mounted on the far wall and felt a stirring in his loins. The cheerleading uniform actually fit him well, and if they had been shaved, his legs would have looked perfect on a cheerleader.

"C-c-come on guys, hasn't this gone far enough?" he asked.

"I don't know, bitch, has it?" Dick asked.

His bestfriend suddenly whipped off his towel revealing little dick.