When you open your eyes you find yourself in a locker room. You look around and see girls undressing, walking around naked, and wearing the orange and blue cheerleader uniform of your school.
"What the? How the hell did I get in here?" you think as you sit up. Long, blond hair falls across your face and you get a sick feeling in your stomach. With a gulp you brush the hair out of your face and look at your body. It's a good thing you're sitting down or else you wouldn't be able to see past the DD breasts that are encased in a cheerleader's uniform. You stand up and nearly fall over, not used to the weight on your chest, and walk to the restroom. You look in a mirror at your face, which has changed just like the rest of your body. You're face is beautiful, with green eyes that compliment your blond hair, pouty lips that you would have loved to kiss just yesterday you're now wearing. Still shocked you walk into one of the stalls and sit down.
"Okay...so, that so-called sorcerer wasn't kidding. He actually changed me into a girl. What the hell am I gonna do? Damnit, these clothes are so revealing! I feel like I'm naked!" you think as you fidget with your top, which reveals a lot of cleavage and doesn't cover your stomach, and pull on the skirt, trying to cover your legs. Giving up you sit there, listening to the girl's in the locker room talking and laughing. As soon as they leave you plan to find some more comfortable clothes and run home. In the meantime you wait.
You sigh as you look at your body, gently you lift one of your huge breasts, you can feel a barely erect nipple beneath the uniform. You try not to think about the airy feeling between your legs. It feels so weird not having your penis there, all you can feel is a void and a very vague need to be filled.
"Jenny? Are you in here?" a girl calls from outside the stall. She pokes her head over the top and looks at you. "Jenny, what are you doing? It's almost half-time, we have to get out on the field." she says.
"Oh, right. I'll be there in a minute." you answer, hoping she'll go away.
"We don't have a minute." she says as she opens the door and pulls you out, dragging you to the group of girls exiting to the football field.
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