The Special One

You took the larger one.

"Oho, someone is up for the challenge!" Miss Ryder exclaimed.

"Well, maybe it's good to have some competition," said Alexia, clutching onto her envelope.

You felt a surge of confidence through you, almost tripping over your heels as she escorted the two of you out of class. "Now then, remember. Submission is before 7pm! Good luck!"

Both you and Alexia stood side by side in the corridor, watching the other sissies rush around with their envelopes in hand. Without hesitation she smacked your bum playfully.

"Eep! What's that for?!"

She giggled. "It's a good size for your figure I'll give you that much, buuut it's just a little too firm for my liking."

"No one asked you," you stammered, pulling down your skirt, although futile given the length. "Well, I'm off to do this task. Good luck!"

"Wait!" Alexia cried, almost needily. "Let's exchange numbers."

"What? Really?!" you ask, puzzled that she's suddenly so nice despite seeing you as competition.

"I'd love to keep tabs with worthy rivals to my sissyhood. Besides, you're not cute, you're pretty. Cute is my department," she stammered, leaving you oddly complimented.

"Umm... Okayyy... I guess?"

After exchanging all the info she clicked her heels together and walked off in the opposite direction. The campus library was located a 10 minute walk from your class, past the courtyard and closer to the gardens. It was a large and respectable building made up of several floors, and designed in a modern glass and steel motif. You remember hearing how for academic reasons the sissies study in the top floor, with all their necessary resources, and the boys are directly below them. However, the sissy level's floors were made of clear glass. Of course.

Exiting the lift of the library you survey the sissy study floor. Many students were all around the area, including some teachers and staff members. The librarian on duty sat across the floor, and was obviously a biological female. You picked out a corner table to set your things, all the while glancing to the glass floor to see random groups of distracted boys ogling the ceiling in complete awe. One group was clearly watching you, and as you turned you see their eyes glued to your panties. You blush frantically, squeezing your thighs together and hurriedly sitting down.

"Jeez! They spared no expense here," you muttered, tearing open the envelope and emptying the contents.

"What the fuck?!" you gasped, watching a lanky looking sissy on the opposite table peek out from her laptop.

A piece of paper containing the assignment fell out, but so did something else. You tore the plastic wrapping it was in and pulled it out, in disbelief yet somewhat curious. You proceed to read the assignment.

_Welcome to the Academy, girl! Now, this special assignment has landed in your hands either because there was an extra student or I found you interesting. Don't flatter yourself over that statement, because this task will be more difficult that the rest. _You silently agree, looking at the items again. Now, what you have is a cute cheerleader outfit set, complete with pom poms. Since the cheer team doesn't start till the football season begins, the bystanders and players practising today after returning from Summer break are missing their entertainment. You need to get there, and boost their morale! Don't worry, I'll know if you succeed.

You took a deep breath, and let out a sigh, slumping into your seat almost like a man, with your legs spread. After collecting your thoughts, you sit back up, and cross your legs, looking at the blue and yellow theme of the outfit. "That's strange, this doesn't look like the uniform from all the sports pictures."

You examine the outfit, realising that is is lacking some fabric. "What the..."

P.S. The outfit is basically a sluttier version of our team's uniform. I figured since you'll be alone you might need an edge! Good Luck!

"Fuck me... It's the first day and this feels like I've drawn the short straw!"

You realise that you have no other choice, and proceed to the field.