Getting up he decides he should return it, he's already caused enough issues by waiting around and goofing off so he supposes he should get this cheerleading stuff returned and explain the mix up.
Getting up he walks briskly out of the library, his legs almost completely adjusted to the sandals and tight shorts. A few other students, parents and teachers dot the halls, none pay him any mind. He would've thought that his odd clothing would've caught at least a few stares but it seems none have any issue with it.
Why would they now that he thinks about it? This is that unusual for him to wear, in fact he is pretty sure he always wears similar clothing... he shook his head to clear his thoughts as more strains of red hair fell across his vision. Had his hair really gotten this annoying? He was pretty sure it wasn't this long this morning... and it wasn't red it... was red he was pretty sure...
Confused as to why he questioned its colour, he quickly zips open the bag and takes the hair band out, tying it around his hair absentmindedly to get it out of his face, he can worry about its length later.
After a few more moments of aimless walking he notes that he doesn't actually know where the cheerleaders meet. Looking around he spots someone who seems to be a teacher and walks over for direction.
"Uh, excuse me sir but could you point me to the cheerleaders area please?" His voice sounds like its almost cracking as he speaks before shifting into a sweater youthful tone which he writes of as your throat being dry.
"Oh yes certainly, are going to the tryouts?" He asks to Aaron while also going through a checklist, he considers explaining your situation and that he's an adult not a student, but this man seems much too busy and something about him seems very authoritative, he's taller than Aaron even.
"Uh.. yes of course I am! I always tryout every year, duh!" He exclaims out of nowhere, what was intended to be a off-handed excuse to save time ended up sounding genuinely enthusiastic. Odd.
The teacher who he is now somehow recognising as the gym teacher nods at this "Of course Miss Jeffery, I'd wish you good luck but you always make it on the roster no issue and I'm sure this year will be the same. But you best get off, the tryouts will be starting soon, although I'm sure you already know that. Now if you excuse me I need to go look over and help pick the athletes you'll be cheering on." He then turns and leaves.
Aaron simply smiles and waves him off "Thank you coach!"
He walks on his way with a uncontrollable smile on his face, this was going to be easy.
He suddenly comes to a halt as he realises the oddness of the situation, wait did he called him Miss Jeffery? He must've misheard. Also he didn't get any directions. Thinking back on it he suddenly realises he does know where the cheerleaders are.
"Duh how could I forget" He says as he smacks his now much softer face, barely feeling the more refine eyelashes now donning them.
"Its the same place as last year.... I guess, I haven't been here before I mean I must've sure it on the way" he guesses to himself as he begins heading to the cheerleading lockers without any issue, the halls seeming oddly familiar as he did.
As he walks the pressure on his manhood slowly forces it to further shrink as he body slims down even more while also becoming more fit, fit like that of someone constantly active.
Aaron almost jumps, he hadn't felt this good in... uh, what was he thinking about? He always makes sure to stay fit. Brushing off the thought he enters the cheerleaders room, which also has other doors to a dressing room