
Classic Transvestite Fiction from Transgender Magazines 'How about trying out for the girls cheer leading and pom pom squad....' states the application to join. I look down at the bottom of the application to see that my name and address have been filled in. 'Those creeps!' I shout and throw the crumpled piece of paper across the room. I turn the combination lock and open the door of my locker. Gasping, I look at what are to be my clothes. In their place is a pink tank top, with wire ruffles on the shoulder straps. A short wrap around skirt and white bikini panties with dainty pink roses on them.