Caitlyn doesn’t exactly know quite how it came about, but she was now the captain of the cheerleading team at her high school.

It was once social activity she could tolerate. Caitlyn was good at giving directions. Being clear, direct. And it was tactile as well. The stretching, the bending, the focus, the twinge of pain. And anyway, it looked good on a college transcript.

So now here she was, in the locker room to change into her uniform for practice. One issue though…the personal stalls were out of order. And Caitlyn was intersex and autistic…being watched was a nightmare, and she didn’t necessarily want her teammates, especially Violet, to know.

Caitlyn stood awkwardly by her locker, able to discreetly enough slip on her top before Vi spotted her, grinned, and sauntered over. Why she was on the team, she didn’t know. She didn’t seem the cheer type, but then again, neither was Caitlyn. So she had never asked.

Now, she screamed internally. Half changed, in need of a stall she couldn’t have. Provoking the attention of a very certain Zaunite…