Chapter Seven: Two Four Six Eight, Who do we appreciate?

Aerobatics routine borrowed from the movie 'Bring It On'. All other disclaimers from Prologue still apply.

Will got up with a new determination. As he used the shampoo and conditioner he had gotten at Fredrico's, he reminded himself of the plan. Get through the week, get the RIBBON off with Sheila's help. He dried off, slipping into a newly laundered pair of panties and bra, remembering to fasten the bra backwards and then turn it around. He applied makeup and perfume, staring in resolve at the mirror. He had a minor breakdown last night, but he was back on the job. After all, he was sure that there weren't any new surprises that RIBBON could throw at him. Will finished dressing, tucking his makeup back in his purse and checking to make sure his hair still looked the way Fredrico had styled it.

Will sat down for breakfast, glancing at his dad and mom. As usual, his dad was buried behind the newspaper. "So, Mom, did you have a good time last night?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," said Wanda Du. "We went to see Bride Wars 2: The Bridal Party Strikes Back."

"Oh, Mom, I'm expecting a delivery," said RIBBON, in Candy's voice. Will blinked. Delivery? What Delivery? "When it arrives, could you please make sure to bring it to my school, right when school closes?"

"Sure, I guess, Candy," said Wanda.

"Thanks, mom, you're the best!" said RIBBON, then prompted Will to go over and hug his mom.

Wanda hugged back. While, even with the pills, she wasn't 100% happy with her son's transformation, she had to admit that Candy was certainly more visibly affectionate then Will had been.

Will opened the door and groaned. There was Jeff, waiting for him. Now he couldn't even use the walk to school to find out from RIBBON what this mysterious delivery was.

"Wow, you look great," said Jeff.

"Thanks," said Will. He felt RIBBON reach up with Will's arm, making Will play with a lock of hair. "Let's get going."

Will didn't resist as Jeff put his arm around Will's waist, pulling him close. It wasn't worth the struggle fighting RIBBON; RIBBON just had too strong a grip on Will's body. Instead, Will just relaxed, leaning his head slightly against Jeff's shoulder.

* * *

Wanda Du was busy working on a magazine article for Bungee Jumping (her work as a magazine writer allowed her to work from home) when she heard the doorbell ring. When she came to the door, she saw a Fred-X delivery man at the door.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hi, have a delivery for Candy Du?" said the delivery person.

"She's my s…. that is, I'm her mother," said Wanda, not wanting to discuss her son's gender bending with a stranger. She took the clipboard from the Fred-X delivery man and signed.

"Here you go," said the man, handing over the box. It was about the size of a shoe box, with an invoice attached.

Wanda shut the door and opened the invoice, curiosity getting the better of her. "Paid for: One (1) pair of Mediterranean, True-Feel Breast Simulators. Get that full figured look," the invoice said. Wanda promptly took out the bottle of pills and gulped one down.

* * *

Will showered quickly, bathroom door firmly closed in case the coach went into her office. All through lunch, the cheerleading tryouts had been all the girls at his table talked about. The entire school was buzzing about it. Will just hoped that RIBBON wasn't serious about making Will try out. Will had just finished getting dressed when the coach opened the bathroom door.

"Candy?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms. Bullediyk?" Will asked.

"Your mom is here," the Coach said, then let Mrs. Du into the office.

"Here you go, dear," said Wanda Du, pushing the box into Will's hands. "I'll… I'll just be going."

"Oh, please stay!" RIBBON said in Candy's voice. "I want you to watch me try out for cheerleaders."

Will watched, helplessly, as RIBBON finally convinced his mom to stay for the tryouts. Will groaned. Now, he wasn't even forced to try out for cheerleading, he had to do it with his mom watching. He carried the mysterious box into the bathroom, setting it on the counter. Once the door was closed, with his mom and the Coach outside, he asked, "What is this?"

"You'll see!" said RIBBON. Will opened the package. Inside, Will immediately realized were a pairs of 'falsies'. These were much more realistic then the ones in his bra. These even had fake nipples attached.

RIBBON forced Will to take off his top and bra. Ignoring the included bottle of body glue, RIBBON levitated the pair of fake breasts and positioned them in place, using nanobots to adhere them firmly. As Will watched, RIBBON adjusted the skin tones of the falsies, until even Will had trouble determining where the falsies started and his real body ended.

"How did you get these?" Will demanded as RIBBON removed the padding from the bra Will had been wearing and then put the bra in place. With the new falsies, the bra felt much tighter.

"I was able to order them on the internet," RIBBON replied. Will sighed, pulling the top back on to hide his bra, and put the foam inserts in the trash.

* * *

Wanda Du set down on the bleachers in the gym. She couldn't believe this; she was waiting to see her son try out as a cheerleader. As a GIRL cheerleader. At this rate, the bottle of pills Dr. Friedman gave her wouldn't last a month. Maybe they came in different flavors.

"Well, look who's here., it's Wanda Waive."

Wanda tensed. That voice… not only was she in a high school, now she felt like she was back IN high school. "May Phields?" she asked, turning. Yes, it was May, the bane of Wanda's days at Polk County High.

"It's May Lerr, now," said May.

"Good for you," said Wanda. "I married Ken Du. You remember, the football quarterback you tried to date in high school."

May laughed. "That's so cute. What brings you here? *I'm* watching my daughter Muffy start as the captain of the POSHE Cheerleading squad."

"Well, my daughter is trying out for the squad," said Wanda.

"If she's anything like you were in high school," said May with a sniff. "I doubt she has much chance of getting in."

Wanda looked to the stand, seeing Will enter. ~Come on, Will… Show these Lerrs~ Wanda thought.

In the middle of the gym, a young teenage girl, slightly chunky but with wonderful hair, had just finished giving a cheer.

Muffy, Buffy, Tuffy, Puffy, and Sarah were sitting at a table in front of the girl. Muffy, as team captain, was in the middle. "I'm sorry, we already have one lard ass on the team," Muffy said, gesturing at Puffy. "We don't need another one. Next!"

Puffy (Actually, Perilla Tangreen) was an overweight girl who'd had a major girl-crush on Muffy; not even Muffy's constant belittling of her stopped Puffy's attempts to be just like Muffy. In return for her puppy-dog like devotion and meek acceptance of Muffy's abuse, Muffy allowed Puffy to occasionally hang out with the other Uffys.

As the girl trying out left in tears, Sarah leaned over. "Muffy, that was cruel."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" said Muffy, false contritely. "Not. I'm here to make our cheerleading squad the best, NOT to be nice."

Will came out, nervous, and stood in front of the table. He had no idea what RIBBON expected him to do.

"Ok," said Muffy. "Let's try you with an easy routine, ok? Front handspring, step out, round off, back handspring, step out, round off, back hand spring, and a full twisting lay out at the end."

Sarah gasped at the complexity of the routine Muffy had just outlined. Will opened his mouth to say he had no idea what Muffy was talking about, but instead heard RIBBON saying, "Sure."

"What are you doing?" Will sub vocalized, nervously, as RIBBON moved him to the center of the mat.

"Just relax." said RIBBON softly as music began to play.

Will took a deep breath and let his body go limp. He had accepted RIBBON controlling his body before, but this was the first time Will was just actively trying to allow RIBBON to control him. Several jaws dropped, including Will's, as RIBBON put Will's body through an amazing aerobatics display. It felt almost like he was watching someone else move rather then himself.

When Will finished, several of the girls and the mothers watching broke into spontaneous applause.

Several jaws dropped, including Will's, as RIBBON put Will's body through an amazing aerobatics display. When Will finished, several of the girls and the mothers watching broke into spontaneous applause.

"Fine," said Muffy. "You're on the team. Barely."

Sarah grinned at Will as she handed Will an official POSHE cheer uniform in Will's size.

Wanda Du hurried down, hugging Will. "Candy, that was amazing!"

"Thank mom, it was nothing," said Will.

"Well, you really showed them!" Wanda said. "Come on, let's celebrate."

"Ok…" Will heard himself apparently saying. "But let me try this on first."

* * *

Will set in the ice cream parlor, dressed in a sea-foam green cheerleader's uniform with dark blue accents. He ate his ice cream mechanically, thinking. Under RIBBON's control, he had done moves he would never have thought possible. Also, Dr. Aladocious had been developing RIBBON for Global Justice. There were a lot of unanswered questions.

"So, Candy, where would you like to go next?" asked Wanda.

"Actually, mom, could you take me to the Global Justice Training Center?" Will asked.

"Sure, if that's where you want to go," said Wanda. "Why do you want to go there?"

"I want to try out some new moves," said Will.

* * *

Global Justice maintained a special training area for operatives. Built under a videogame arcade, the arcade overhead covered up any strange noises that might come from the underground facility. Using the latest in holographic and combat robotics, the Training Center, could simulate a wide variety of combat and mission scenarios. Will had been in this Training Center many times, practicing everything from Combat Driving to terrorist/hostage combat scenarios. However, this was the first time he'd gone in wearing a pleated skirt and mid-riff baring top.

"Ok, you were designed as part of the Kim Factor imitative, correct?" said Will, as he turned around slowly. He had set the computer for random scenario, and currently he was walking through what appeared to be an abandoned old west town.

"Yes," replied RIBBON.

"Ok, I know Kim Possible. I've worked with Kim Possible," said Will. "And you are no Kim Possible emulator. She tends to be a lot more tom-boyish."

Will suddenly found himself being made to do a cartwheel over to where some water barrels were set up. Puffs of dust on the ground showed where he had just barely missed being hit by simulated gunfire. "Ok, that was a bit Kim like," he admitted as he ducked behind the barrels. He could just see the gunman, at the front door of what had been a hotel.

"My field combat and maneuvers data comes from an exhaustive study of Kim Possible. My social and civilian mode programming comes from various sources compiled by Dr. Aladocious," said RIBBON.

Will maneuver closer to the hotel doorway, careful to keep out of sight of the gunmen. He was mentally planning a simple disarm move, then immobilizing the subject. Instead, RIBBON made him high-kick the gun out of the gunman's hand, then grabbed the man's arm and hip-throw him out onto the street, knocking him unconscious.

Will stepped inside, spotting another gunman standing by a window curtain. Before Will could decide what to do, RIBBON made him do a barrow roll, coming up in front of the man. In a move Will recognized from rhythm gymnastics, RIBBON made him grab the curtain and wrap it around the man's arms. While the man stared at him in confusion, Will grabbed the man's head and twisted it, causing the man to slump unconscious.

"Ok, you got some moves," Will said. "What else have you got?"

"You're going to want gloves," RIBBON said.

***

Will stared at the pile of pulverized bricks. Inside the white lace gloves RIBBON had chosen from the supply of clothing maintained by the training center, Will was prepared to bet he hadn't even chipped a nail.

"Nice!" Will said.

"Very impressive, Agent Du."

Will turned. "Dr. Director!" he said, startled, then found himself curtseying. He was really starting to wonder about Dr. Aladocious; who in the world still curtsied?

"I'll admit I've been a little worried about you, er, Candy." said Dr. Director. "But if wearing skirts did that for all my agents, even I might start wearing one."

"Thank you, ma'am," RIBBON said, using Will's vocal cords. "Were you listening in on my practice session?"

"Just watching," said Doctor Director. "When you came in to the training center for unscheduled usage, it activated the security cameras; the security system isn't set up for sound. Too much background noise from the video game arcade." Doctor Director looked questioningly at Will. "Why, have you started talking to yourself?"

"You'd be surprised," muttered Will.

"Why the outfit, Candy?" asked Dr. Director.

"I just made the POSHE Cheerleading team!" RIBBON said in Candy's voice. RIBBON made Will go through a mock cheering routine. "Give me a hug! Give me a kiss! Give me a cheer, for Global Jus-tice!"

"Um, very nice, Candy." said Dr. Director.

* * *

After his work-out at the training center, Will took another shower at home. He stared down at himself. RIBBON had refused to remove the falsies. Will reached down, running his hands over them. They had warmed to his body temperature, and felt extraordinarily realistic. One of his fingers lightly brushed over one of the nipples and he gasped in shock as he felt a touch on his real, hidden vestigial nipples. "What… what was that?" he demanded.

"Direct nerve stimulation." said RIBBON. "The nanobots holding the falsies in place will now let you feel what you would feel if the falsies were real.".

Will stepped out of the shower, drying off, and set down to pee. After three days of RIBBON keeping him tucked, it no long freaked him out about having to use the bathroom like a girl. "You expect me to wear these all the time?" asked Will.

"Yes," said RIBBON. "Now, be a good girl and put on your nighty for bed."