My name is Jake. I am an 18 year boy who had just graduated high school. I was extremely mad at my parents. I thought my parents had signed me up for a basketball camp, but they instead accidentally signed me up for a cheerleading camp. "How could you mess this up mom! You know I wanted to go to a basketball camp not a cheerleading camp", I said angrily. "I'm sorry Jake. I promise you'll still have lots of fun," my mother said. Eventually we arrived at the camp.
As I got out of my mom's car, one of the counselors came out to greet me. She appeared to be a woman in her early 30s and was in good shape. She wore a tight tank top and black yoga pants. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. There was no doubt that she was a cheerleader in high school and college. She said she saw me and tried to calm me down. I let her know my concern about being seen as the weird guy and that I didn't want to do something so girly for a whole summer. She told me I would be included in everything that the camp did, and went onto explain that cheerleading isn't just a girly thing. She added that there many male cheerleaders on college squads as they are needed for the foundation of some routines. She also said that it does help with leadership skills, and even several presidents and actors were previously cheerleaders. This includes former presidents George W Bush, Eisenhower, and actors like Jimmy Stewart. I laughed nervously. I really didn't want to be here, but I had no choice. She then asked me for my sizes for the clothes that they provide us during practice. I was never a small person, and was a little embarrassed to tell her 2X for a shirt and 38 for the shorts. Considering the typical size of someone going through this, I didn't think they'd have anything for me. However she returned with the correct sizes, or at least she said she did. She walked me over and showed me the room I'd be staying in. She explained I was the only guy here at the camp, so I'd have a private room. Bonus I guess. She also explained it was just setup with a temporary partition with one of the existing dorms. She let me in, gave me the key the key, and told me there was an opening orientation at 12:30. It was 10:30 right now. I was also told to show up in the clothes that they provided me. They'd also later provide more shirts and shorts, but they'd be dropped off while we were out of the rooms.
The rooms looked like military dorms. One complete building could house about 12-15 people. My dorm room was set up to occupy the end of one of them. I threw the clothes onto the dresser and laid down in down the bed. I had calmed down a bit, but was still angry about being here, especially for a whole summer, and that I was surrounded by a bunch of girls. After a little while, I decided that It was time for me to put on the clothes. I took off my shirt and jeans and put on the provided attire. The shorts were simple black gym shorts. These ones were accurately sized and were fairly loose on me. I'm glad they didn't try to force me into tight clothes. It's not flattering for me, nor does anyone want to see that. I unfolded the shirt though and was a little disappointed. While the size was right, it had all kinds of pink lettering on the front with the camp name on it. I groaned, but there was nothing I could do about this. I put it on and laid in bed again. I was able to hear the girls on the other side of the room, talking and giggling. Annoyed with all the giggling, I left the room and headed over to the main assembly area for the camp presentation.
I found a seat near the back of the area and off to the side away from most of the groups. Hopefully none of the girls would see me here. About 15 minutes later, girls started pouring in. They seemed to already have already formed their groups and everything, so no room left for me. If they did notice me, no one really had any reaction. I was happy to stay out of mind.
As the auditorium filled up, the same camp counselor who greeted me out front got up on stage and began speaking. She asked how many here had previously been cheerleaders. No surprise that just about all the girls raised their hands. She then gave a rundown of what we'd be doing. It's a little more competitive here, and we'd be training not only in the cheers and routines, but in a gym as well. I suppose that the gym part wasn't so bad. Maybe it would help me lose some weight. She also explained that meals would be controlled for proper nutrition so we could better perform the moves that we needed to. I groaned at that, but I suppose it would help with the weight loss. She also explained this was a camp to help give participants the extra bit of effort needed to excel at high school level cheerleading. I didn't think I'd be in a continuing path though. We were then dismissed back to our rooms. I tried to get a head start out since I was in the back. Unfortunately, the other girls in my dorm caught up to me and started talking. They introduced themselves, something like Ashley, Lucy, Emily, Rachel, Amanda, and other white girl names. They said they saw the list of who was in each group and my name was with theirs. I didn't give it much reaction, but they said they were excited to be training with me. I thought that was odd, they didn't even know me, and I wasn't really that much of an attractive guy. Another counselor found us and told us it was our time in the gym.
The gym was as expected, weight equipment, treadmills, etc. The counselor looked us over and explained she'd give us each an individualized program to help condition us properly. She began with me and recommended I start doing some core and leg work. This included squats and lots of ab work. We worked like this for an hour or so and were then dismissed. I felt so sore afterward. My legs had been worked to such a point where I was walking differently. That would probably be temporary. We were told to shower, and then we were getting dinner. The girls complimented everyone, including me. I started to take a liking to them. I explained this was the first time in a while I've been in a gym. They said I'd get in shape soon.
As expected, I was separated for showering. When I got back to the room, I saw I had some new clothes. Same as the others, but just more of them. I still hated how pink and glittery the shirt was, but I just dealt with it. I joined the girls for dinner though and seemed to get caught in genuine conversation. They were not nearly as vapid as I thought they would be. They certainly sounded like it though. We explained what we were from, what high schools we were going to. I was already done with high school but Rachel and Amanda said they coudn't wait to be in HS classes with me which I thought was weird, but I ignored it. They were all going to the same high school too. I felt weird all of the sudden, memories of starting senior next year started flooding into my head. I tried to ignore them. They said they needed the extra push to get on the cheerleading team there. I said I hoped it worked out for them, but I don't think I'll be continuing. They gave me a disappointed "aww." The meal was nothing to write home about. It seemed very bland, but was meant for nutrition.
We eventually made our way back to the rooms. I was so tired from the gym that I just went to sleep. I could hear them giggling on the other side of the wall though.
Morning came and we were added to a cheer class. This was just the cheering, no physical routines or anything. The instructors told us how to properly yell over crowd, speech patterns, and other techniques for our voices. We then had to test it out. My voice cracked a few times while doing this. It somehow seemed higher after each crack. That was weird though, I thought my voice was done adjusting. By the end my voice sounded like that of girl. I then started getting memories of always sounding like a girl. "Weird," I thought.
We then went back to the gym. I was still walking funny after yesterday. The counselor told me to just do cardio today for a break. We did that for an hour. I felt so energized this time afterward though. I also seemed smaller and my shorts felt looser. We walked back to the rooms and showered. I looked like I was now 17.
In the shower, I examined my body in more detail. I seemed to have lost a bit of fat on my legs arms, and a lot on my belly. It seemed my butt and thighs weren't shrinking quite as fast as the rest of my body though. I finished up though and went back to my room. I picked up some new shorts and they seemed tighter than the last. Not just that I had lost weight, but that they stuck to me a lot more. Same with the shirt. I didn't see any need to complain about it though.
We got ready and headed out for another meal. More general conversation. I was beginning to feel really tired though and soon headed back to the room.
We had the same routine for the next 2 weeks. With every shower, I was noticing changes in my body. I was getting smaller and smaller. It was like I was aging backwards. My belly was flat now. However, it seemed I stopped losing weight in my butt and thighs. It seemed my chest was also problematic. I still had some flabby man boobs there. Though they seemed to have perked up, and the nipples were a lot more sensitive. My hair was also getting longer. It kept falling in my eyes during the shower, and also seemed to be turning much lighter.
I got back to the room and it seemed every few days my clothes got tighter. These were almost like spandex now and really tight. The shirt was also shorter too. When I reached for something, it raised up a little and showed off my midriff. We had a new class now too, doing the actual gymnastics in a routine. I looked a little crazy doing this as I was moving in so many directions and had never done this before. My hair was all over the place. Afterwards, it was time for dinner again. When we were talking about the new class, I commented about my new long hair. Ashley gave me a hair band to use. She got up, stood behind me, and put it in a nice pony tail. I started having memories of always having long blonde hair. "What is going on with me," I thought. "Where are these new memories coming from." She also recommended I brush it so it looked straight and shiny. I thanked her and finished eating.
The same routine happened again for a few more weeks. I brushed my now shoulder length hair after each shower. I also noticed my penis was getting really small. The tight pants were taking their toll. I did feel some concern, but another part of me thought that I should let it be.
We did more gymnastics. Since I had no prior experience, I still looked a little wild and funny doing that. We came to a part where the group had to flip everyone in the air. I was very nervous. All of the girls made it just fine, and then it came to my turn. I was hoisted, but couldn't hold it and fell. Luckily no one was injured, but I was still taken to the nurse.
The nurse told everything was fine, she gave me some pain reliever, and sent me off. We had a gym session next and the counselor recommended some new exercises to help my strength for the next time we do that.
The gymnastics class came up at dinner that night. I apologized again. I also commented how it seemed I had some stubborn fat on my chest and it was jiggling around and causing pain. Lucy suggested I use a sports bra. It didn't hit me that I shouldn't have a bra and just nodded like it was common sense. When I got back to the room, I noticed there were a few in a dresser. They were pink. They were B cups.
The routine went on more for another week or two. Gym, shower, voice exercises, gymnastics, and meals in between. I didn't realize that I could no longer stand when I used the bathroom anymore. I had developed a nice girly figure with wide hips, flared out thighs with a great thigh gap, a juicy butt, a narrow waist, and C cup boobs. I now looked to be around 16 yeara old. It was getting hot outside too, so I began wearing just the sports bra and tight shorts. My flat, toned tummy was on full display and I couldn't have been happier with how I looked. The tight shorts also were completely flat in the front as well.
My gymnastics abilities had become more confident, and we began putting together a larger routine. We were told we would have a final competition with the other groups at the camp. We all got excited. We practiced this routine for a few more weeks.
One night though, I woke up and felt a wet spot near my crotch area. I thought it was weird because I haven't wet the bed since I was 4. I looked though and saw there was blood there. I sighed, and got up. I cleaned up and inserted a tampon for the first time. Except I did it like I had done this so many times before. I should have known that my period was coming. I changed the sheets and went back to bed.
The next day we kept working on our routine. I was a little self conscious about anything leaking from my period, but nothing happened. We were getting really good though. I was even making my flips this time.
With one week left before the show, new uniforms showed up in our rooms. It was a sparkly white and pink spandex uniform. Luckily my period ended, so the white didn't bother me. The uniform was 2 piece and exposed my midriff. We were instructed to wear it to practice that day. It felt so comfortable, but a little different than the practice shorts and shirt. I now looked to be around 15 years old.
Eventually we were allowed some outside time. The girls and I decided to go to the mall. We got our hair done before the competition, and they talked me into getting a navel piercing. We also did some clothes shopping. I got some skinny jeans, yoga pants, and a lot of cute tops, some formal, some flirty. I now looked and sounded like a 13 year old girl
The day of the competition finally came. We were the last group to go. As we watched the other routines, we knew we'd have to be perfect. I hoped my lesser experience wouldn't hold us back. We got up there though, and when the music came on, we executed everything perfectly. We all moved in sync, and nailed all of our moves flawlessly. I even managed not to fall during the flips.
We anxiously awaited as the runner up was announced. After the anticipation, the judges announced us as the winners! The crowd cheered for us. I also saw my parents in the crowd. I said goodbye to the other girls and hoped I would see them on the team at the high school in another few weeks. "Bye Jenny, can't wait to see you in high school," Rachel said. I gave my new friends a bug hug and soon said goodbye. I walked up to my parents, still clad in my sparkly white and pink uniform. I said, "Mommy, daddy, thank you sooo much for sending me to cheer camp! I can't wait to do this in high school!" "We're so glad you had a fun time at camp Jenny, my parents said to me. We proceeded to get into my mom's car and leave. I eventually tried out for the cheer team in high school and luckily made the cut along with my other friends. I was so happy.
In the end Jake got a new life because of a simple accident. But Jake didn't care. In fact he had no memories of ever being Jake. To him, he'd always been Jenny, an excited girl who had a passion for cheer. Later Jenny graduated from high school and continued to do cheer in college alongside her new besties.
The End!!