All this happens in seconds, but for you it seems like hours. Ashley, whose body you're in right now, stares at you with her beautiful mouth wide open. Her eyes, her nice eyes are fixing you first before going up and down your body in disbelieve. You wanted to react, which would mean to run away from here as fast as you can, but you seem to be stuck at your place and must listen to Ashley as she shouts: "Who to hell are you?".
The witnesses around, which means nearly the complete cheerleaders team including their trainer, look at you and you can feel their glances nearly physically hurting you. They wanted to know the answer to Ashley’s question. But answering it would bring you into trouble in any case, even if you would fake some story, so you think that the only way out is indeed to go fast forward and just run. After a while your now female feet are following your commands again and you start to move and run outside the back door of the locker room and bump directly into… Jeff, your son!
That is what you originally wanted. You wanted to be close to him and now you are, but the situation itself was not the best. Especially the time, because some other cheerleaders and the real Ashley are right behind you. You tell Jeff that you are sorry and are about to start running again...
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