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"Real GOOD," he said joking. "You show up at school like that and you'll get an 'F' in sex!"

They joked around and Sam felt much better. Sam had leave for Andrea's but Alex asked, "Can I come over tomorrow? I want to see you in a dress.'

When Andrea answered the door to Sam and Paul and their sisters Maureen and Wendy, she was again taken aback by the feminine appearance of the boys. There was a long moment of silence as she looked at the "boys."

In her wildest dreams, she hadn't expected anything like this! These boys weren't just potential girl impersonators, they were absolute knockouts...the kind of girls that you always steer your boyfriend as far away from as possible.

Wendy, who as usual wasn't wearing makeup, was the first to break the silence. "Ding dong...we're representing Avon. How are you today?"

The comment was so spontaneous and natural that all six of them burst into hysterical laughter. Laughing through tears, Andrea motioned them into the house, unable to breathe from laughing so hard. "Un...be...leiveable!" she finally exclaimed. "How did you do it? Two days ago, you were regular guys, but now you're drop dead gorgeous, ready for the runway model material."

"Only our hairdressers know for sure," Evan joked from behind her while primping his hair with one hand.

"Oh Sam, that's a beautiful wig," Andrea complimented. "Is it your mother's?"

"It's not a wig," Sam answered with a blush. "They cut and dyed my hair this way.

"But how do you make it look like a boy?" she asked. Sam turned darker red and muttered, "I can't."

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BLONDE & BLONDER -41

Again, Andrea gasped in astonishment. She had planned to have fun teaching the boys makeup secrets and hairstyle tricks, but judging from the appearance of this male trio, that wouldn't be necessary. Instead, they spent most of the afternoon on Andrea's patio sipping sodas and talking about the whole predicament facing the boys with the contest.

Finally, Andrea said excitedly, "You're supposed to practice with the cheerleading squad for the big Pep Rally this Friday at noon. Miss Jackson told us that the contestants will work out with us at our regular aerobics class that is followed by cheerleading practice. From what I've seen already, you'll look great in our uniforms. . .won't you Evan?"

"I can hardly wait." Paul spat sarcastically.

"My uniforms are upstairs. Just wait here, and Evan and I will give you a preview right now!"

The others gave each other a curious look as Evan answered, "Sure, why not."

After a while, the two returned, and what a sight! Evan wearing a gold pleated cheerleader's skirt with a blue sweater emblazoned with a gold megaphone. Andrea was wearing an identical outfit but with a white skirt.

Evan's smoothly shaved legs were quite exposed by the very short, pleated skirt, and his blonde curls were pulled up into bouncy, fluffy pigtails at each side of his head and tied with blue and gold ribbons.

"Yaaaaay! We'll show you some moves!" the two girls cheered on their entrance while the boys only sat in awe of the scene before them.

Andrea whispered something into Evan's ear and he nodded with a grin as they put their arms over each other's shoulders and proceeded to do a series of high kicks that exposed the identical blue and gold ruffled panties they wore. On Andrea's signal, they turned around and finished their routine by bending over and flipping up their skirts at the audience.

"Ooooh, too risque!" shouted Maureen.

The two boys squirmed in their seats. Seeing Evan's pantied behind accented their own predicament. The two "cheerleaders" played flirtatiously with their short skirts, flashing panties and wiggling their bottoms.