Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders

Chapter One

I was the new kid in school, our family recently moving into town, and the first thing I'd noticed were all the black kids. Not that I was prejudiced or anything, but where we'd lived before everyone had been white mostly. Not for any real reason, except that's the way it had been.

My new high school had a lot of black kids though, maybe a third of them, and the second thing I noticed was how beautiful the black chicks were. I mean, they seemed almost exotic to me and I couldn't help staring at some of them. They were all gorgeous teenage girls, like sixteen and seventeen, or even eighteen probably, and my first few days were spent walking around sorta lost as I got used to the place...with a boner in my pants that refused to go down!

One of the hottest girls had to be Stacy. A cheerleader and an eleventh grade junior like me. She must have been seventeen and just seemed amazing to me. Stacy was tall and slender without being skinny, definitely not that! She had a serious body, toned and hard and colored like chocolate. I loved her long, smooth legs and large, firm tits, and especially her beautiful face. She looked like teenage goddess as she moved through the school. I had several classes with her and spent those hours just staring and fantasizing about the girl.

I didn't think she'd even noticed me though. A skinny white boy, good looking enough that some of the girls were interested, but not a hot chick like Stacy probably. I'd made a couple friends right away and even met a couple girls, you know, white girls who seemed pretty cool and we'd talked a little. Some of the black girls seemed to like me too, especially my blond hair, kind of long and curling around my shoulders, and my blue eyes. I suppose everyone likes things that are different. I liked Stacy though and she barely glanced at me.

After the first full week of school, this guy named Dave invited me to a party. He was another white guy and we'd gotten along okay. Him and his friends were taking care of me and showing me how stuff worked around my new school, and the city as well. Everyplace is a little different and I was glad to have some friends anyway.

"You like Stacy huh?" Dave chuckled as we sat down for lunch and I just nodded as the girl joined her cheerleader friends on the other side of the cafeteria.

"Everybody likes Stacy," a guy named Kevin said. "All those chicks over there."

"They're pretty awesome," Brad, another of my new friends, agreed. I'd seen him hanging out with a couple black girls from time to time. In fact, all my new buddies seemed to know them pretty well and I was still trying to figure out the social scene.

Anyway, just then they were talking about the half-dozen black girls sitting with Stacy. Like the hottest girls in school, all of them beautiful, all of them cheerleaders, and all of them probably stuck-up like you wouldn't believe. They sat at their own table, whispering and giggling, and so far as I could tell, everyone avoided them, which seemed really weird. At my old school, girls like that were always getting hit on by the football jocks or whoever, but these girls didn't even seem to have boyfriends really. Not that I'd noticed.

The only exceptions seemed to be that every now and again one them would sit down for lunch and a guy would be with her. Usually a cute one, a good looking white boy who would carry the girl's lunch tray, or her books maybe, and sit with her, but otherwise seemed to be largely

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