The next morning

The next morning, Kim arrived at school with the packet of signed forms.

Unknown to him, the forms allowed the school to take any means it deemed necessary to ensure that all the cheerleaders met the strict criteria of the school.

This included, if necessary, all the way up to cosmetic surgery.

Kim walked into the gym and handed his paperwork over to the cheer coach.

“Thank you, Kim,” she said reading the name on the envelope. “If you’ll wait a while, the rest of the girls should be here to turn in their packets soon.”

Kim was use to hearing the term ‘girls’ when referring to the cheerleaders so it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

Shortly, the last girl turned in her paperwork and the coach directed the entire squad into the locker room.

“Listen up,” the coach said, “we formerly used this time to take down measurements for uniforms and other items. However, over the summer, the school spent considerable amounts of money updating the locker room with state of the art laser measuring equipment. All that is required is for you to scan your ID, enter the scanner and answer the questions. The machine with do the rest. You will then pick up you new team gym bag, with everything you will need at the end of the day.”

As Kim waited his turn in the scanner, he failed to notice that most of the older cheerleaders seemed to be of similar build and hair color. Even their makeup was similar, although slightly varied.

Kim’s turn came and he placed his ID against the screen as indicated. Of course, being in the girls locker room and his ID stating he WAS female, the scanner assumed he was in fact a female.

Kim entered the scanner.