"Ah, I see you're awake. That means I can cast the spell," remarks Chantelle, the short brunette cheerleader. You had always thought she dressed awfully weird to be a cheerleader, given her pierced nose and lower lip, plus the black lipstick and eyeliner she wore. She seemed more part of the "goth" crowd than a typical cheerleader, but she was always close to Brittany.
"What are you talking about? This is a huge misunderstanding. Just let me go and we can forget this! I won't say anything! Please don't sacrifice me!"
"Hahaha, you think I'm going to kill you? Although the idea crossed my mind, I have other plans for you. I have to admit, that stunt today took some real cojones, something most of the girls today lacked. Still, you deliberately made a mockery of the cheer team, and probably denied some willing girl the opportunity to try out by wasting our time. For that, I think you owe the team some... restitution, shall we say," she utters, pacing dramatically.
"Just what are you planning? You can't just hold me here forever! My parents will know I'm gone! Let me go this instant or you'll be sorry!" you stammer defiantly.
"Well, since none of the girls we auditioned passed muster, you will have to be part of the cheer team. However, I won't let you embarrass us by making us the only high school in the state with a male cheerleader! First off, you're way too tall..." She waves her hands, and you feel yourself shrinking.
"Next, you don't have the right body shape. A cheerleader needs something to flaunt," she says, and with another gesture you feel your body shifting. Looking down, a pair of mounds push out from the front of your shirt, while your rear plumps up.
"Of course, a cheerleader has to have a good voice to shout with!" Your throat tickles, and you cough.
"Wha...," you exclaim, then clamp your mouth shut, realizing you now have a girl's voice.
"I think you can guess what's happening next. Say goodbye to your manliness!" Your crotch feels like someone is pulling at it, from the inside out. Your parts twist and contort into unfamiliar shapes, before settling in a strange new shape. You can't see through your jeans, or past your new breasts, but you're pretty sure that if you could, it would reveal you are a girl where it counts. However, you are still perplexed; your arms still have hair on them, looking incongruous with your girl body. At this point, you would rather be completely a girl than stuck midway!
"I saved the best for last. Right now, you still look like a female version of yourself, albeit a manly one. I'm going to finish you off with a little change of perspective. Our cheer squad tries to look as diverse as possible, and we haven't had any Asian girls on it yet, so..." One last time, your whole body feels itchy. Your skin changes tone, becoming paler and softer, while your face reforms to a new look. You squint your eyes shut as your eyelids form Epicanthic folds, indicating your new Asian heritage. As the changes complete, you black out...
You wake up...
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