Tug of War 58.2

"Oh my gosh, you made it! Congrats, girl, you're in the squad!" Alyssa cried out when Timothy arrived at her house, hugging him tightly. The feminized guy didn't remember seeing her so happy before. Chloe and Gabriella were also there, looking equally ecstatic. 

"W-wait, Lyss. What are you talking about?" Timothy asked, almost out of breath with the girl squeezing him so hard. "I totally sucked at the tryouts! How can I have been chosen? It makes no sense!"

"Well, the level of the girls wasn't that high, you know" Gabriella commented. "I guess it helped."

"Also, Abigail was telling people she couldn't let the opportunity of having a trans girl in the squad go by" Chloe said. "That's like free advertising for the squad, right? Everyone will get curious about a trans cheerleader. I think that's why she chose you even hating all of us."

"But regardless of all that" Alyssa intervened. "We all know that you have the potential to be an amazing cheerleader, Ti-Ti. You just got nervous during the tryouts. That's all! With a little more training, you'll see how good you are going to get. Yes, now that you are in the squad, I'll keep giving you private lessons, in addition to the regular cheerleader training. Oh, girl, this is soo fantastic! I'm in such a good mood that even Kate is welcome if she wants to keep attending my classes."

"Kate? Why would she want to do that?" Timothy asked, holding his breath. 

"Oh, didn't I mention?" Alyssa said, sounding indifferent. "She was the other girl chosen to join the squad. There were two spots, remember? I guess it proves just how fabulous a tutor I am, right? My two pupils passed. Who knew I was going to turn someone as clumsy and stiff as Kate into a cheerleader?" she added, full of herself. "But this is not the only issue we have to deal with now... So, you decided to steal my title of Miss Charming without even caring to inform me, didn't you, you little bitch?"

"W-what?" Timothy stammered, aghast. "What the heck is that now?"

"Stop playing dumb with me, Ti-Ti. I know very well you signed up for this year's contest."

"Lyss, I would never..."

"Don't get your thongs in a bunch, girl. I was just teasing you, okay? I'm not mad about it, but yeah, you totally should have told me that you wanted to take part in the contest." 

"Have you lost your mind, Lyss? Gosh, I'm telling you that I haven't signed up for any contest!" Timothy stamped his foot, frustrated

"Oh, really? So whose signature is that?" Alyssa asked, sticking her phone in Timothy's face. The screen showed a picture of an application form, and the name Tiffany Rose Foster - signed in a handwriting identical to the one Timothy had been trained to use since he started living as a girl - was at the top of it. 

"I... I don't understand!" Timothy cried out, getting more and more distressed. "Someone is clearly trying to set me up!"

"Yeah, sure..." Chloe rolled her eyes. "Next you're gonna say it wasn't you who made that post on Instagram, right?"

"Post? What post?" 

Timothy had never been very active on Instagram, and, as soon as he started living as a girl, he even had temporarily disabled his account, as the last thing was photos of Tiffany on internet. Despite all the insistence of Alyssa and the other girls, who kept saying that a girl like Ti-Ti had an obligation to be active on social media, Timothy had remained firm in his resolve during all this time. 

However, to his utter horror, when he picked up his phone, he saw that not only his account was only active again, but there was also a new post from a few hours earlier, with a photo showing Timothy's before and after transformation, and a caption that spoke about how happy Tiffany was to finally be living as her true self, and emphasized her ambition to take part of the "Miss Charming" beauty contest, something she dreamed of since she was a little girl trapped in a boy's body, yearning for a day when she would have the chance to wear those girly, colorful dresses, and feel pretty and feminine. 

Timothy was so shocked when he finished reading it that he had no reaction. How was that even possible? Who could have hacked his account to write such a nonsense? What was he going to do now? The post already had over two hundred likes, something unthinkable for Timothy in the past.

"I... I don't know what to say, girls" he babbled, stunned. "B-but it wasn't me who..."

"There's no need to say anything, doll" stated Alyssa, and before Timothy realized it, the girl was hugging him again. "You just should have mentioned how you felt about this whole thing before. We're best friends forever, remember? I guess you were scared of how I would react to knowing that you dreamed of taking part in the contest, since it meant that you would compete against me, right? You were being silly, Ti-Ti. After I learned that this is so important to you, I withdrew my entry, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you win the competition! You're going to be the new Miss Charming, honey. I promise you that!"

"N-no, Lyss! You can't do that!" Timothy cried out, wide-eyed with fear. "I m-mean, the contest has always been so important to you... You can't give up because of me!"

"I've already won this twice, darling. It was getting kinda of boring, anyway."

"B-but your mom..."

"She has to understand that I'm already eighteen! She can no longer control my life, and I won't go back on my decision."

"And guess what?" Gabriella said, smiling. "I think you already have some advantage in the contest, girl. People can't stop talking about you!"

"W-what do you mean?"

"There was a local newspaper reporter near school this afternoon interviewing people" Gabriella explained. "Did you know you are going to be one of the first trans people in America to take part in a beauty contest that used to be exclusive for cis girls? That's what he was telling everyone."

She then showed Timothy the story on the newspaper's website, and the feminized guy almost passed out. There was a big picture of him under the headline: Young transgender woman takes part in "Miss Charming" beauty contest for the first time in history, and he noticed that the story had already been shared over three hundred times on social media. 

It was too much for the poor guy. He felt a lump in his throat as he tried to think of a way to escape that mess. Now that the story was on internet, he feared that it would spread not only in his town, but throughout the state; perhaps even further. Hadn't the reporter said he was one of the first trans people to take part in a contest like that?

But I didn't sign up in the contest! He thought, desperate. And I didn't write that post on Instagram either! Who is behind all this? I don't think this is Lyss and the girls. They look totally surprised, just like me. But who then? Oh my gosh, I am totally screwed!