Practicing Poorly

"I think you should take it out," Karyn suggested. "What?! Here?! But, I'd have to get naked," I complained. "It's too dangerous to keep it here!" "Girls! Get in formation!" the head cheerleader yelled. "But ..." I began to say, but got cut off. "Now!" I tried as best as I could to maneuver, but ever since the stone got pushed up into my vagina (my *vagina*, I never thought I'd ever use that phrase), it's been difficult to move. And soon, the other cheerleaders noticed. Rebecca and Ashley asked if I was okay. I told them I was, which was a lie. I most definitely was *not* okay. But I couldn't tell them the truth. How would they react if they knew that I used to be a boy? So, I just kept on practicing as well as I could, until practice was over. On the way back into the locker room ...