Paul was blinded by the flash that he hadn't expected and dropped the camera as he rubbed his eyes. He was cursing up a storm when he realized his voice sounded different. It sounded lighter, daintier almost. He looked down and saw the camera lying on his bedroom floor. He went to grab it when he notice his nails were longer and bright pink. He looked at both of his hands as he realized they were also slimmer.
He glanced down and saw two D cup breasts sticking from his chest and wavy brunette hair fall in front of his face. He couldn't scream out of pure confusion as he ran out of his room and into the bathroom. What he saw staring back wasn't his normal face, but one of a preppy cheerleader. After looking closer, Paul noticed that the girl looked like she could be his twin sister, but if she was some preppy happy girl with hooker makeup.
After the shock wore off, he started to laugh. He immediately grabbed his huge breasts and started shaking them. He had a blast feeling the pleasure shooting through his new body. He grabbed his new plump as, and pulling up his outfit's skirt, he found his new lady parts surrounded by a bit of brown hair. He gave it a stroke and felt a shudder run through his spine. He felt his pale face blush and decided to stop for now.
He walked back into his room and found his room had altered. It was cleaned up tremendously but had more of an aesthetic to it that screamed teen girl. Makeup all over his desk, boy band posters all over, a pink bed, etcetera. He even found the old family picture he had under his bed, which showed his formerly happier parents, but now showed a 5 year old girl instead. He picked up the camera and gawked at its power. It had completely changed him into a female cheerleader version of himself.
"God damn." He said in his new feminine voice. "I can't believe I'm some happy girly bitch."
Suddenly an alarm went off on his now pink phone which read "cheer practice." He suddenly felt overwhelmed to go to it even though he didn't care at all. "Dammit." He thought. "This bitchy version of me actually gives a shit about stuff." He then glanced down and saw the camera that had changed all of this. "Well, I guess it doesn't mean I can't have some fun." He thought as he grabbed the camera, put it in his bag, and started walking to the school.
When he arrived, he kept his distance as he saw the cheer team doing some stretching. Near them were all the dumbass jocks that had picked on Paul through the years. There was also the slightly nerdy track team getting ready to practice and some nerd playing some card game on the bleachers. The cheer coach walked out and started talking to the girls and Paul saw his chance to see what this thing could do.
He aimed the camera and...