He chose Cheerleader uniform

Merry slid open the wardrobe and gazed upon the edges of the clothes neatly hanging up. Reaching out, he ran his hand along the edge of the tightly packed clothes. He couldn’t see what he was after, but a few items caught his eye that he decided he would investigate further at a later date.

There was a row of mesh drawers at the far right of the wardrobe from the floor to head height and he started pulling them out to see what was in them. T-shirts, Jumpers, hats and scarves, leggings, more jumpers. She had so many clothes!

Half way down, he found the objects of his search. Her cheerleader outfit. Outfits, he mentally corrected himself, as her previous year outfit was there along with this year’s different colour scheme.

Merry wasn’t a fan of this year’s outfit. He didn’t like the colours and the top was less revealing. A result of girls at the school complaining about the ’over sexualisation’ of the previous outfits. It wasn’t lost to Merry and pretty much the entire male pupil contingent of the school, that those doing the most complaining were the fattest and ugliest girls in school. It was almost as though they were jealous of the fitter, sexier girls in school who seemed perfectly happy to wander around school in short skirts and tops that were basically glorified bras.

It also hadn’t escaped the attention of the all the boys, that the girls of the cheerleading team – the ones who actually wore the outfits- were conspicuously silent on the matter of how much flesh was being exposed, and were not to be found in any of the ‘protests’ at the perceived ‘scanty-ness’ of the outfits.

Merry at first thought they were being silent on the matter because they secretly agreed with the other girls. However he soon had his doubts when most of them, his sister included, kept ‘forgetting’ that they were supposed to be wearing the newer, less revealing outfit and kept ‘accidentally’ taking the skimpier and far sexier outfits to school and practice. Merry and most of the boys he knew, were ruing the day when they finally ‘remembered’.

He lifted out the skirt or skort as his sister called it, being a mixture of skirt and shorts. Damn, it felt so sexy to hold and felt so smooth to the touch. He kept hold of it as he lifted out the halter top. It was made of the same material as the skort and had inserts sewn into the material to cup and support breasts tightly during energetic manoeuvres. Merry draped the bralette over the edge of the pulled out drawer, so he could gaze down upon the curved outline of two breasts that had formed due to the support within the fabric, as he explored the skort further.

Inside the skort, was a narrow strip of white, slightly stained, cotton. This answered the question he always wondered about. Whether or not underwear was worn under the skort.

He found it arousing that when they danced and did their acrobatic moves, and their skirts flashed up to reveal what was underneath, that so little lay between his gaze and the mysterious prize that every boy in his class lusted after. It was like when he was at the beach and all the girls wore bikinis. They might as well have been in their bras and panties as far as Merry was concerned. Or at swimming in school. There was a strict costume policy at school, sadly. No bikinis were allowed. It had to be one pieces. They couldn’t be high cut at the hip and they weren’t allowed to show exposed cleavage.