Chapter 26

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute,” Dylan caught Barbie in the hallway between classes before lunchtime.

“Sure,” she smiled at him. She had no interest in Dylan romantically, but he was her date this evening, and she would have been polite even if her brother didn’t expect her to be nice to him.

She was surprised when he offered her a bouquet of flowers. He had obviously purchased it before school and had been hiding it behind his back.

“Wow, that is unexpected,” she sniffed them. Barbie was quite flattered but didn’t want to give Dylan the wrong impression. She wasn’t going to be his girlfriend after this – she couldn’t be.

“Hey, I do the unexpected all the time,” Dylan smirked. “I just wanted to say you are a really cool person Barbie. When I first asked you out, I had no idea how just how cool,”

“Well, thanks Dylan.”

“I wanted to talk to you about something before tonight, though,” Dylan became seriously. Barbie hoped he wasn’t going to ask her to be his girlfriend. She’d have to let him down easy, and she had never had to do that before. Most boys broke up with her when they finally realized she would never put out. She didn’t want to break his heart, but there was no way she could be in a committed relationship with anyone but Joe at this point.

“I noticed you started wearing different clothes at school. I like them. Don’t get me wrong. My sister said you borrowed a pair of her panties and a dildo too. I can’t help but wonder if you started changing after you saw how I lived to appeal to me,” he said.

“No,” Barbie started to answer him.

“Well, it’s good that you say that because the reason I asked you out was precisely because you seemed so normal and so stable. My aunt keeps setting me up with strippers who are older than me. I keep ending up with trashy girls from the trailer park, and most of them are pretty crazy. I thought you were this sweet, shy new girl when I approached you. I don’t want you to be trashy for me. I’ve had that already, and I like nice. You are nice, and I just wanted to tell you that I didn’t want to put any pressure on you to change.”

“That’s sweet, Dylan! You aren’t.”

“That’s good because I really didn’t think about the filthy stuff my family does all the time when I invited you over. It is so normal around the house that I always assume everyone is used to titties and asses hanging out. I’ve freaked out other girls before. I thought when you abruptly left that I would never hear from you again,” he said.

“No, we are still on for the dance tonight, Dylan,” Barbie said.

“Good, because you didn’t call or text since then. I wasn’t sure how you felt,” Dylan admitted.

“You didn’t text me either,” Barbie reminded him.

“True, I guess I was afraid you’d say that my family is just a bunch of freaks or something,” Dylan smiled. He was handsome and confident. He wasn’t Joe, though, and Barbie wasn’t interested in him that way.

“No, I don’t think that at all,” Barbie admitted. She thought they were pretty freaky, but they had actually inspired her to be more adventurous and slutty.

“I guess there is probably no chance you’ll ever want to come over again, though, right?” Dylan asked.

“No, I don’t mind. I’d have to ask Joe to come with me,” she said.

“Yeah, Joe is always welcome. I wouldn’t blame you. The reason I ask is Dad can pick you up for the dance, but he has to come over early to get you unless you want to walk over? I didn’t think you wanted to hop the fence in your dress,” he smirked.

Barbie wondered how her mother would feel about that. “Would Becky be coming with you to pick us up?” she asked.

“There isn’t a lot of room in the truck, but if you don’t mind sitting on my lap, that would be fine!” he smiled. “You think your parents would want to meet me?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think they’d feel better about it if they did,” she admitted. “You know Marilyn comes over to our house all the time?” she told him.

“She does? I wondered where she disappears to when she gets off at your stop,” Dylan shrugged that made sense.

“You don’t care where she goes?” Barbie was a little surprised that Dylan wasn’t overprotective like Joe was. Marilyn was a cute little girl a year younger than she was.

“Marilyn can handle herself, and it is none of my business. As long as she isn’t committing crimes, I doubt my parents would care either. She is always home by dark. If she is at your house, that’s good. I am sure your parents cook a lot better food than we do,” he said.

“Well, she never stays for dinner, and I think the food you served was fine,” Barbie replied politely.

“It’s low-grade dog food at best! Frozen dinners and junk food,” he laughed.

“Well, I would appreciate it,” Barbie said politely. Joe had recently been stressing she needed to appreciate her food and comforts she took for granted because he could take them away if he so chose.

“Now, you sound a little like my grandmother!” Dylan joked.

“Your grandmother lives there too?” Barbie was surprised by how many people they could fit in a single wide.

“Well, she isn’t home a lot, but yeah, she lives there too. I know it sounds crowded, but I’ve even got my own room. If Dad drops you off at our house early, would you like to have dinner at my house again? Mom isn’t on punishment anymore,” he said.

“That would be up to Joe, but I would like that,” she smiled. She put the flowers in her locker after smelling and admiring them. Barbie was incredibly flattered by Dylan but not interested in pursuing anything more with him after the dance.

Barbie had never worn anything as revealing as she had on to school before. She did not get many looks the previous day because what she had on may have been scandalous for her mother, but it was really quite tame for High School. Today she was getting stares from male classmates and teachers alike. A Janitor even dropped his mop when she bent over to pick up her notebook. She knew he had a good look at her clam, and she smiled at him playfully. It was fun getting that kind of attention at school.

The kind she didn’t like was the negative attention she received from girls. Some were jealous or confused by Barbie’s sudden change. There were others who looked down their nose at her with scorn. There were some who had started gossiping and talking behind her back.

She wasn’t the only girl who dressed like a slut in school, but her sudden transformation had raised a lot of eyebrows. Barbie didn’t hang out with many people, but the bookish, nerdy girls that considered her one of them saw her as some kind of pariah. The attention whores who dressed like sluts considered her a wannabe and didn’t accept her either.

She wondered if the reaction of other girls was one of the reasons Becky avoided having any friends. They could be such hateful back-biting bitches even though they were kind to her face.

Around lunchtime she met up with Marilyn and Ariel at the gymnasium for Cheerio tryouts. “Wow, I never thought you would want to be a cheerleader,” Ariel smiled proudly at her sister’s decision. “Do you have any shorts?” she asked.

Marilyn and Ariel were wearing blue and white uniforms. They revealed much more skin than Barbie did. Their tops were sleeveless, and their skirts were simple pleated mini-skirts. The difference was that no one was shocked by the uniforms because they were used to seeing them.

“I thought I would get a uniform?” Barbie replied.

“You don’t just get a uniform to try out! You have to get the job first!” Marilyn explained. “We get a lot of fatties who try out,” she chuckled sarcastically.

“You sound so much like your sister sometimes,” Barbie laughed.

“Hey, that’s mean! You take that back,” Marilyn pouted playfully. Barbie had a pair of shorts in her locker for P.E. She entered the locker room to change.

There were a few kids roaming around in the gym during lunch period. There is an area for weight lifting, and the Cheerios use the basketball court for practice. There were already a few of the young girls jumping and prancing around to warm up. Ariel joined her sister and told Marilyn she would catch up with her.

“So, what did you and Kevin talk about today?” Ariel asked after they’d entered the girl’s locker room. She’d noticed that Barbie sat with her brother on the way to school, and that was unusual for her.

“So what’s the team like?” Barbie asked as she shimmied out of her skirt, pulling her panties down with it.

“Which one? We cheer for both the ... oh, you mean the squad?” She giggled. “We’re a squad, not a team, although we are a team too, but that would be confusing if we called ourselves a team when we’re cheering on the football team!” Ariel giggled again as if laughing WITH Barbie and not AT her, before launching into a long winded description of each of the Cheerio cheerleaders and what their positions on the squad were. She was explaining what the role of the differing positions was when she got quiet.

She stopped abruptly after Barbie had put her shorts on and then peeled off her top. For a moment Barbie thought Ariel was going to say something about her not getting fully naked before she put her gym clothes on - then realized that Ariel would have no idea what her dressing rules were supposed to be.

Barbie kicked herself anyway. She’d been in a hurry to cover her cunt so that her sister wouldn’t be embarrassed by her if another girl came into the locker room and said something about it being shaved bare. She SHOULD have stripped completely naked before putting any other clothing on. She made a mental note to confess her mistake to her Master.

“No bra, sis? Do you at least have one for tryouts? You’ll want one, for sure. Penny says if she doesn’t wear one she gives herself black eyes but she’s such a liar. Her boobies are bigger than mine but not THAT big!”

Barbie put her palms over her tits and grinned at her sister. “I don’t think I’m going to have a problem with THAT either,” she laughed before pulling on a tee shirt. Her puffy nipples made it look like she had two-stage nipples under the tight fabric even though her nipples themselves weren’t hard. Her small mounds looked like they had small mounds of their own on top and there was no mistaking that she was braless under the shirt.

“I bet the creepers who hang out here at lunchtime are going to enjoy your outfit, Barbie!” Ariel tittered and covered her mouth.

Barbie knew exactly what her sister meant and although she was a little embarrassed that her sister had come right out and said something, her nipples began to harden under the shirt anyway, as she imagined being watched. Ariel didn’t say anything about Barbie’s ‘development’ under her shirt and instead just carried on with her pep talk.

Ariel gave her some tips about smiling and trying to be graceful under pressure. Barbie was incredibly nervous, but she tried to project confidence. She signed up with the cheerleading coach.

“Hi, Coach Etheridge, my name is Barbie Chipman,” she greeted the dour coach.

Sue Etheridge had short blonde hair, a tough exterior, and stark features. She had a very fit body for a woman in her forties, but she only wore tracksuits, and that hid her fantastic tits.

“What do you want? A medal? Now I’ve got two Chipmans to deal with? How about I call you Chipman One and Chipman Two?” she pointed at Ariel and Barbie, respectively.

“You could call her Ariel and me Barbie, Ma’am?” Barbie offered politely.

The coach blew her whistle abruptly. “Bring it in, bring it in,” she called the other cheerleaders over to her. “We’ve got new meat trying out today. She gave me a suggestion. What do I think about suggestions?” she asked.

“Suggestions are bullshit, Coach!” the cheerleaders responded in unison. Even Marilyn and Ariel said it. They all smiled while they did.

“That’s right, Suggestions are bullshit. I am the Coach. You are the Cheerleaders. If I want suggestions from you, I will quit my job and sign up to get taught by High School girls on how to best run a team. Then I’ll come back as coach, and we can all suck together. This is not a Democracy. We don’t vote on any of this. It is the Dictatorship of Coach Etheridge, and if you want to be Cheerleaders, you will keep your big mouths shut and your suggestions to yourselves. So that’s one mark against you, Chipman Two,” the Coach said quite seriously as she checked off something on her clipboard by Barbie’s name. Barbie hated to genuinely get in trouble at school. She was fantastic at academics but frequently struggled in art, home sciences, and physical education.

The negative mark only served to inspire Barbie to work harder to earn her coach’s approval.

The coach blew her whistle and asked everyone while they were will still standing around. She instructed them to continue freestyle warm-ups while she assessed the newbies seeking a place on the squad.

“We’ve got three new try-outs today. First, we have Twinkle-Toes McGee,” Sue introduced one of the girls. Twinkle-Toes had a real first name when she walked into the gym, but today Sue was calling her Twinkle-Toes because she had tripped once during warm-ups. Twinkle-Toes was top-heavy with a huge set of tits that were impossibly huge for a girl so short.

“Then we have Banana,” Sue introduced the second girl. She was Hispanic and had cute chipmunk cheeks and really big dark doe eyes. Sue had decided to call her Banana for no particular reason.