Sunday, April 13, 2014

No Ordinary Cowgirl

Who knows what could happen if you give something a try?

Transcript: See that blonde there in the center? Notice anything special about her, other than her gorgeous hair and magnetic cleavage, like a little bulge that shouldn’t be there perhaps? That’s right, you don’t, and I work hard to keep it that way.

My name is David, and I am that girl. Hard to believe isn’t it? Would you believe that I actually hold a suit and tie job from nine to five and that I’m just a closet crossdresser with a slightly more exciting secret life than most? Well, it’s the truth. Don’t ask how long I’ve been wriggling my way into skirts and pantyhose, far longer than I can remember. Needless to say, I’ve gotten quite good at it. I’ve had no surgery and taken no hormones, but diet, exercise, and corset training have still given me a ravishing figure. My boobs are the result of a little help from the latest in silicone prosthetics. They’re self adhesive, totally lifelike, and utterly indistinguishable from the rest of me. But how did I end up on the squad?

Well, being a Dallas Cowgirl has always been a bit of a fantasy of mine, so when the opportunity arose, I took it. The squad was holding open tryouts and if you made it far enough, they would dress you in full costume just to see how you looked. I was pretty confident that I would make it far enough, I’d been on my high school cheer squad, and I did. I may have been the only candidate more excited than anxious to see how I would look in the iconic blue and white. Instead of removing myself from the selection process afterwards however, I decided to see how far I could go. I’m proud to say I made the final roster. Of course, I had to reveal the nature of my true self then, the hiring paperwork made sure of that.

The other girls on the squad for the most part were all pretty supportive. The management on the other hand was pretty outraged. I’m pretty sure most of them were simply embarrassed that the sexy little ass they’d been staring at all throughout tryouts turned out to be mine. But once I proved to them that I was perfectly capable and willing to do everything any other girl on the squad was, I was accepted without any further reservations. In fact, I ended up being their favorite, and don’t tell Candice Crawford, but I’m pretty sure I’m Tony Romo’s favorite too. Relieving his stress before a big game is one of my specialties. I mean, why else do you think we have to arrive three hours prior to kickoff?


  1. I've read dozens of cheerleader TG captions over the years (I believe someone even made me one involving the Dallas squad). This was reads like a dream. It has those little touches that are trademark for you at this point and THOSE turn the trope into a fun fantasy. Feels like a treatment for a movie: boy is pretty, tries out for squad, boy is best there is!

    Then there are the little minxy ending, just another one of those touches that gives it a little push.

    You may be tired of my praise but it's all well deserved. Excellent work once again!

    1. Aww, thank you! I knew this was a pretty cliche TG story, but I had to do one :P

      And me get tired of praise? Never!!! Especially when it comes from you! Thanks Simone, for all the wonderful comments that you leave me!


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