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Not A Passing Fad

Written By SteeleBlazer

I sat in the back of the classroom, staring out the window as the world unfolded before my eyes. How quickly this whole year seemed to pass on by, much quicker than any passing fad. I can’t help thinking about the boy who I used to be and the man that I’ve now become, and all the others changes this year. There were a lot of big changes, and it’s all made me rethink what it means to be a man. There was a time when I thought being a man meant being strong, powerful, and in control. I used to be the big man on campus, the one with muscles that could make weak guys envious, and the girls swoon. But now, oh boy, now everything has changed.

For starters you might ask yourself why a football player like myself would be wearing a skirt. Not just a skirt, but the entire cheerleader's outfit, complete with pom poms, and would be carrying those around with his books. But, I’m actually not a football player anymore, I’m a cheerleader. And so, it's only natural and normal for me to be carrying around my pom poms with my books.

Not, that I actually carry my books anymore, generally there is always a group of girls who always jostle and vie with each other to be the ones who carry my books class to class. Even though I’m more than capable of carrying them myself... But they won’t let me. They insist that they’re only being ladylike and chivalrous helping out such a delicate little man such as myself.

All these changes, they’re a lot to get used to. They’re really quite big changes, and the whole world as I thought I knew it has been turned around and flipped right on upside down. And none of the big changes are bigger than all the girls at my school's big, beefy muscles.

It started innocently enough, with the girls working out and getting involved in physical activities. A small change at first, but one that would lead to big, big changes, and their big, big, brawny muscles. At first, I thought it was just a passing fad, something they did to have fun and stay healthy. And I, along with almost all the others guys actually liked seeing them in the weightroom. It gave us something to look at, and we also liked hearing all those grunts and moans they’d make as they lifted those cute little girly weights of theirs. But little did I know that their girlish giggles and joyful moans would lead to something I couldn't quite comprehend.

One by one, the girls in school began to transform. They grew stronger and bigger, their muscles bulging and rippling with each passing day. It was as if they had tapped into some secret well of power, leaving us boys in the dust. Even me, the once self-proclaimed strongest guy at school, found myself dwarfed by their newfound muscular might.

It was baffling, frustrating even... Not to mention emasculating. I used to tease my weaker friends, telling them they had tiny girly muscles compared to mine. But now, my own muscles seemed feeble and insignificant compared to the girls. And those small little girly weights that they lifted only became bigger and heavier as their muscles grew larger and thicker.

Oh, how they reveled in their newfound strength. They would giggle and moan with glee as they lifted weights, their sweat-drenched bodies pulsating with energy as they strutted around the weightroom acting like they owned the place... And they kind of did, it seemed like in no time at all they muscled us out of there.

Muscled us out, due to their muscles being so much bigger, thicker, brawnier, and just plan mightier than ours. We were men, but next to these girls, we were just little boys. And seeing how their muscles would bulge and ripple only made us feel smaller and weaker... It really was belittling to our sense of masculinity that these girls had such greater muscularity.

We tried our best to keep up with them, hoping to outlast this passing fad of all the girls wanting to be muscular, wanting to be big and strong. Only this wasn’t a passing fad, this was a sea-change, and it seems like all the girls were hell-bent on becoming hulking hypertrophic hotties.

And for the life of me I never could understand why they wanted to be? Nor could any of my friends. We thought, as basically the whole wide world thinks, that muscles are for men. That a man should be strong, and that a woman should be... Well, not weak... But, weaker... And definitely not strong like us men.  Although now me and my friends all wish we were strong and had girly muscles like them.

As in like girls!

I couldn't help but watch in awe and confusion as they strutted through the hallways, their massive muscles on full display. Their once delicate frames had given way to a powerful beauty, a contradiction that left me utterly perplexed. They were gorgeous and yet so engorged with muscles, a sight that both intrigued and confounded me. A sight that both made me excited and envious all at the same time. They were muscular brutes, and yet such beautiful brutes.

And just like how they muscled us boys out of the weightroom, they started muscling us out of all the sports as well. I’m not talking about badminton. I’m talking about real sports, manly sports like basketball, wrestling, and even the manliest of all sports, football!

That’s right football. To think I used to use the phrase, “you tackle like a girl,” as an insult. And now I use that same phrase as I cheer on the sidelines as a compliment and a boast.

I really can’t believe they took over all these sports. Especially football... I never thought that it could happen. I thought it was safe letting them have that weightroom, but it seemed the bigger they got the more they wanted to take over. But still I never thought there would be a day where girls would play football. Yet, it happened!

The cheerleaders, those paragons of femininity, decided they wanted to play football. Can you believe it? Football, a game that had always been the realm of men, was now infiltrated by these mighty female warriors. And I still remember the day of the challenge. It was the ultimate battle between the sexes. Or at least that’s what me and the boys thought of it at the time.

The girls had challenged us to a game, and the winner of the game would decide the fate of the football team and who gets to represent the school as its gridiron champions. The losers would naturally become the cheerleaders. Needless to say, since I’m a cheerleader now, we lost. But, there really is so much more to say about that game.

We wanted to draw a line in sand and say to the girls, “No more! You will not overtake us! You will not take away football from us! You won’t take away our masculinity. And we’re going to stop you!”

However, as I stood on the field, I knew deep down that our chances were bleak. We may be strong guys, but we were nothing but weaklings compared to those girls and their mighty female muscles. And as for our line in the sand. We couldn’t stop them crossing it, just as we couldn’t stop them from crossing the goal line... many, many, many times. So many I lost count by just how badly they beat us.

As the game began, I watched in a mixture of admiration and frustration. The girls effortlessly tackled, ran, and scored with a grace and power that left me astounded. They didn’t just run us over, they bulldozed us and steamrolled us, as they overpowered and overwhelmed us with their superior feminine muscular might.

Our feeble attempts to match their strength paled in comparison, and it was clear that our dominance on the field was a thing of the past. Much like our physical dominance. And it’s around this time that most of the boys just stopped working out altogether. And our bodies got softer and smaller, while the girls just got bigger and brawnier.

In that moment, as I saw those girls, so pretty and yet so mighty, and so muscular, my teenage desires clashed with societal expectations. I yearned to be big and strong, to be the epitome of manhood, but here were these girls shattering those preconceived notions. They challenged me not just physically but psychologically.

I remember when they were flexing after scoring yet another touchdown, and as they were teasing me, they said, “I bet you wish you had girly muscles like ours?!”

And deep down I did... I really did.

But, that’s not what I said to them. No, I shouted back to them what at the time, I thought was a clever remark, but now I realize just how foolish I was.

I shouted to them, “Don’t you know muscles are for men!”

And I was hoping that would put an end to their teasing, but they only teased me more by asking me why I didn't have any if that were the case. Their words stung, and the anger within me grew, along with my confusion.

But life has a funny way of turning things around. As the cheerleaders took over the football team, I found myself on the sidelines, waving pompoms and cheering with all my might. Yes, I became a cheerleader, an unexpected twist in the tale of my high school journey. At first, it felt embarrassing to don that skirt, and to step into a role society deemed less masculine. Not just society but also myself... And most of my guy friends too. But, inexplicably that didn’t stop us all from becoming cheerleaders.

I can’t explain why I did it. Only that I am so very happy that I have done it. Because, ever since becoming a cheerleader I felt like my life has finally turned around for the better. Yes, with all the twists and turns this year took, this was by far the best one. I’ve never been happier, and I’ve also never felt more masculine as when I’m walking down the hallway with my cheerleader skirt swaying side to side showing off my perky legs.

Legs that all my boyfriends are jealous and envious of and legs that I’ve caught all the prettiest girls at school eyeing. They all compliment my legs, and while that makes me blush, I like to compliment their legs right on back. Mine are just like theirs only smaller and less muscular, but still as sleek, smooth, and shiny.

And let me tell you nothing makes a girl swoon by telling her just how big and buff she is. If you’re lucky they just might flex for you. And if you’re really, really lucky they just might even let you feel their big bulging bicep!

To think, I used to think it made girls swoon when I flexed my manly muscles for them. But now, I’m the one who swoons when they flex their even bigger, and beefier girly muscles for me.

Man o’ man, how times have changed, and I can’t help but keep reflecting on this strange year.

Surrounded by all those beefy, brawny buff beauties, I couldn't help but be in awe of their power and grace. They strutted around the hallways, their muscles bulging and their bodies radiating confidence. It set my blood afire, igniting a new appreciation for those girly muscles. They were no longer a joking matter to me, but now they were something that I actually started to desire.

And I won’t lie at first, I was worried how I would measure up as a man to them. Seeing as how my own manly muscles were quite small and feeble when measured against their beautiful brawn. I thought I had to be the biggest and strongest to get their attention, to catch their eye. But, much as I was wrong about men being the stronger of the sexes and women being the weaker sex, I was also wrong about that too.

To my surprise, being a cheerleader made me more popular than ever with the girls. They call me a cute cupcake now, and that’s what I am to them. Something for them to hungrily devour with their eyes, and sometimes even nibble on with their sweet kisses. And while I still don’t think it's natural for a man to be a cute cupcake, nor do I think it’s natural for all the girls to be big, burly beefcakes. I’m starting to come around to it all. These were awfully big changes after all. But as their muscularity developed, so too have my own tastes developed. Now I have to admit, I’ve developed a taste for the savory and I’m glad all the girls have such a sweet, sweet tooth.

Boy o’ boy do they sure ever do have a sweet tooth.

They seemed to develop that insatiable craze as they developed those indomitable feminine muscles of theirs. They seem to like us boys having smaller, softer bodies, which still is a little strange to me. But all the girls just think I’m a real man’s man now, and just go gaga over my soft petite body. They all just crave the sweetness that me and my fellow boys have.

Or that’s what they say when they’re pinching our butts and calling us, “sweet cheeks” or “sweet cakes”. They’re just so handsy now, I can’t walk the halls between my classes without getting grabbed, groped, goosed, slapped, swatted, or spanked by these amorous girls.

They find it amusing to pinch and slap my butt, and although it hurts, I secretly kind of like the attention. It’s all so strange and bewildering, yet there is a certain thrill in being desired and fawned over. I don’t mind the groping so much, it’s all kind of flattering, but it can be a bit too much sometimes. And it's just strange to think that just the prior year I was the one who was giving all the cute little girls swats on their behinds. I thought it was fun and funny, and I loved how they’d squeal after a nice good hard spanking.

And now they’re the one swatting me, and I’m the one who is squealing, and I don’t find it as funny. Because, some of those slaps really, really hurt. But, again some of them make me feel all tingly inside. And so, I think to myself, is that feeling what it feels like to be a real man?

I just don’t know any more what it means to be a man, and what it means to be a woman. It seems like the definitions of masculinity and femininity at my school have been reversed. As all the girls think the bigger and buffer, and stronger and more muscular they are, the more feminine they are. And that the smaller and weaker, softer and meeker us men are, the more masculine we are.

When I think about this, this doesn’t make any sense. And I don’t really know what is going on. And walking the halls between classes I can’t help but notice the drastic difference between the girls and the boys. It’s not just the physical disparity of them now being bigger and stronger and the ones with the muscles, while we’re smaller and softer… But, I mean the differences and the disparity in who we all used to be. But, that’s never something I can ever truly dwell on walking those halls, as sooner or later I feel another hard slap on my tushie, and I find myself slapped right back into reality.

Those slaps really do hurt, and despite my protests, the girls never seem to listen to me and stop slapping my booty. They just laugh, as I rub my sore backside, leaving me red faced with a red bottom to match. However, I really do love all the attention. It’s mostly good attention and I’ve never had so many dates.

And I’ve never been kissed so much in my life. And the girls just love that I’m such a sweet tasty cupcake, and all their kisses just devour and consume me, and really leave me breathless. Those kisses make me feel so tingly and just thinking about them makes me all tingly and breathless. I really do love being such a sweet little treat for all the beefy, burly girls.

It seems that all the girls aren’t just vying to build up the biggest, strongest muscles they can, but they all want to date the cutest guys too. And I’m lucky enough to be considered one of the cutest boys in the whole school. In a way that makes me even prouder to know than when I was considered the strongest guy in the school. I still might be the strongest, but I don’t really care about that anymore.

In fact, the other day I actually bristled when one of my jealous boyfriends told me I was too girly. Can you believe that, he was so jealous of all the attention all girls were giving me, so he called me girly. I mean, can you believe that? To think I used to mock my friends and teammates for having smaller girly muscles. And now I’m the one being teased with having bigger girly muscles. And I hated being girly, because I truly want smaller boyish muscles. The kind a cute cupcake like me should have.

Now, don't get me wrong, I still had my doubts and questions. Part of me still thinks it’s not natural for men to be cute cupcakes or for girls to be beautiful burly beefcakes. This all goes against everything I ever believed in. However, it seems those mighty female muscles these girls are building and sporting are here to stay. This is not some passing fad.

And as I sit at my desk looking out the window, I can’t wait for tonight’s big game. If the girls win it, they’ll be state champs. And you better believe I’ll be on the sideline cheering them with all my heart. I’ll be dancing and jumping, doing my high kicks, shaking my pom poms, and shaking my derriere, and just cheering them on and on.

I used to think playing football was fun, with all the tackling, smashing, and crashing, but now I think it’s too violent for a cute cupcake like myself. While I thought it was a great way to get all the girls' attention, and I loved it when they’d cheer me on from the sidelines. I feel different about it now. I thought that made me feel like a big strong man.

But now, I prefer to be on the sidelines cheering. And I know I’ve got more eyes on me now as I jump and shake and shout than ever before. I know the girls just love seeing how high my high kicks can go, and they just love how the skirt billows and flutters and sways with each of my twirls and whirls. And I know they all just want to sneak a peek at my panties, and I love teasing them so with each and every twirl and whirl I make.

That’s what makes me feel like a real man.

And having all those beefy beauties looking at me with their hungry eyes, as they strut about with their gorgeously engorged muscles rippling, trying to prove to me just how much of a woman they are. It always makes me feel giddy and blush and I feel all tingling inside. Like how a man should feel. Or maybe if not a man, then how a cute cupcake like myself should feel.

Yet, again its strange...

Because, tonight’s game like all the others this whole season will have our big girls taking on the boys from the other school. That’s right, their school has boys that play football! Even though I played it myself, that all now seems so long ago, another lifetime. And it seems strange to see boys playing such girly sport. It seems like only our school had this big change.

So far...

But, I do hear rumors that there are other schools like ours, and that other girls across the country are becoming more active, and becoming bigger and stronger. Yet, none are as big as the girls at my school. And that means my school has the biggest and best girls around. And that makes me feel all tingly and giddy, knowing that my schools has the girly-est girls, with the biggest girly muscles around.

And really, I hope this to be a growing trend among girls, and I hope all girls can grow into beautiful brawny beefcakes. Because, I truly would hate to think that this was just a passing fad.