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down, and then we took a vote. Lee's cheerleader idea got the most votes. Ralph said, "Maybe this could work, anyone know one or two of the cheerleaders?"

Lee volunteered to talk to a couple of girls that he knew on the Pep Squad, but he reported to the membership a few days later, that he had come up empty handed. It seems that the cheerleaders thought that it might be okay to be a frat Sweetheart, but it was degrading for a modern woman to be a mascot of any kind.

At our next meeting, Ralph was angry. "Lee, you blew it when you approached those cheerleaders. What did you say that put them off our idea?"

"It's not my fault, Ralph." Lee replied. "I can see why the girls might not want to be a mascot. It is a little degrading to be an 'object' instead of a person, isn't it?"

"Any girl could do it," a brother said. "She doesn't have to be a real cheerleader. Brother David's mom owns that uniform and dress store across town, she could get us a cheerleader outfit. This might even work out better. She'd be with us at the games and dances, not tied up with the official school stuff. We could even have a special insignia made for the front of her sweater?"

We all voted in favor of finding a girl to be our special cheerleader and the next week we searched the campus for likely candidates.

The school newspaper wrote a series of articles about our search. Unfortunately, they were written by a feminist who thought our cheerleader mascot idea was degrading to women. If we didn't find a beautiful girl now we would be the laughing stock of campus.

At the next meeting Ralph read the list of girls who had said that they were willing to help. One was a P.E. major who looked more like a tackle for the football team and the other looked like she was secretary/treasurer of the Anorexic League!

"Is this it?" Ralph asked incredulously. "In one week all you guys could come up with is Miss Russia and the winner of the Olive Oyl look-a-like contest? No wonder we've got such a nerdy reputation."

The silence was deafening. We all looked at one another realizing that if we wanted to overcome our nerdy image that we would have to come up with something different. Something daring.

A voice shouted from the back of the room, "Ralph, how about you?" We all roared.

"Oh sure, all six feet of me in a mini-skirt. We have to

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figure some way out of this trap. Maybe one of you could dress like a cheerleader and we'll take some pictures and say we found one, or better yet...two. Any volunteers?"

More silence. Someone yelled, "It should be someone small and thin." Everyone looked around the room. I tried not to look at anyone, because I was one of the smallest. I was barely five, seven and small boned.

"How about Lee Roberts, he'd make a great girl." The crowd agreed to the amusement of all including me. Lee was somewhat considered a sissy. Pampered by his mother, his white clear skin, short fragile statue and longish light hair gave him the appearance of a girl in boy's clothes. Then disaster struck. "Now for the second cheerleader," Ralph said.

"Chris," someone yelled. Again they all agreed.

Ralph calmed down the crowd. "This is a big request of two fine brothers, so before I ask Lee and Chris to do this; I want a vote of support. First, I recommend that if they agree, we give them the best room in the house, my room for a month. Second, we make a plaque in their honor for this deed. They are getting this fraternity out of a big fix. Let's have a hand for the two of them."

The group went crazy and ended with a series of cheers. "Hip Hip Hooray!"

"Chris, Lee, it won't be for long, just a couple of pictures. What do you say?"

What could we say but, "OK."

Friday, while we were at school, the brother's moved us up to Ralph's top floor room. When I opened the door there was a banner reading, "Welcome Chi Pi Pi cheerleaders to your new home." On each bed was a new cheerleader sweater, skirt, bra, and panties.

The room was bright and very large with a private bathroom. When Lee arrived, we had a discussion about this whole thing.

"Why us," Lee complained, "Anyone could have done it for the pictures."

"I sure like this room, besides everyone seems sincerely appreciative of our help."

Ralph stuck his head in the door. "OK guys, go shave your bodies and put on those outfits. You have two hours." "Hey," Lee complained, shaving my legs wasn't part of this deal. Can't we just wear pants or something."

"No, the brothers have put a lot of time and effort to make this perfect. We expect you to do the same...shave everywhere! At least neither of you have beards yet. Don't worry