These Signs Are Not Good

Ms. Hannah: Daisy, I'm concerned about these results. All of your test subjects scored below average, and you haven't completed the most crucial assignment yet.

Daisy: I don’t understand, Ms. Hannah. I thought I had finished all my assignments.

Ms. Hannah: Not quite. This means you remain as "Daisy" in the cheerleader squad instead of reverting to "Derek" for the remaining of the semester.

Daisy: Is there any other possibility I could explore? I don't think I can continue being a cheerleader, especially with the upcoming football playoffs.

Ms. Hannah: Interesting. Can you explain to me why you feel that way? You seemed to be fitting in well with the other members of the squad.

Daisy: I only joined because you assigned it to me. And you know I'm not a girl, and the squad is supposed to be all girls.

Ms. Hannah: I don't see that as a problem. Look at how you're dressed - it's a complete girls' outfit.

Daisy: But I thought...

Ms. Hannah: A mini skirt, heels, and a spaghetti top? That wasn't part of my assignment, my dear. I asked you to join the cheerleading squad, but not for you to adopt their dress code.

Daisy: ...

Ms. Hannah: Also, please don't think that I haven't been noticed to your wardrobe choices every day. You not only dress in feminine clothing, but you also seem to purposely display your bra straps as if you want others to see them. Tell me, young lady. If this type of behavior is typical for football players, or is it more prevalent among cheerleaders?

Daisy: ...

Ms. Hannah: You've already dressed up like one of them, young lady, wearing provocative and feminine clothing. You even go as far as wearing alluring lingerie, despite the fact that you could choose more modest options since they usually go unnoticed. Knowing this, why should I allow you to leave the cheerleading squad and join the football team instead?

Daisy: W-well, it's just that... you see, with playoffs coming up... the cheerleaders, we kind of need to, uh, provide some extra... encouragement for the team... you know what I mean?

Ms. Hannah: Of course, they do! What else does the cheerleader squad do besides cheering for the team?

Daisy: Not... that kind of normal cheering... You know... It’s more about... providing a different kind of... personal encouragement... on a different level...

Ms. Hannah: Ah, I understand now. In that case, it's time for you to put your skills into practice, my dear. That is the last task you have left to complete.

Daisy: You mean...

Ms. Hannah: Precisely! If you can successfully complete this assignment and show what you have learned about presenting yourself as a young lady, then I may consider your position based on your performance. And if you need any guidance, I am more than happy to offer my assistance. **giggled**

Daisy: You mean...

Daisy: I'm not sure, Ms. Hannah... if I can cheer like that.

Ms. Hannah: Oh, I have complete faith in you, young lady. I've heard that you fit in perfectly during the cheerleaders' girl's night out.

Daisy: …

Ms. Hannah: Despite you all being together in seductive nightgowns, there was no sign of arousal from you as a man. This, in turn, made the rest of your squad see you as one of them, a true female. It appears as though embodying the role of a young lady has become second nature to you, wouldn't you agree?

Daisy: …

Ms. Hannah: And most importantly, I even heard that you put something in your mouth... tasted something delicious... what was it called again? (she whispered) A dildo.

Daisy: You misunderstood, Ms. Hannah... I-I didn’t..

Ms. Hannah: Did I? I believe you took it further in private, didn’t you? Maybe I should test it out and see how smoothly my strap-on glides inside of you.

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