"Hey, would you look at who it is. Did you remember to pack an extra pair of panties for after you see us change?"
'Yeah, laugh it up while you still can bitch. I could make her a lesbian herself, but that wouldn't change much at the moment, and I'm still pretty pissed from last time. Besides, she definitely deserves more than a wish, and if the lesbian wish changed it so that she never was a cheerleader, she'd be getting off too easy. Besides, I already thought of a wish from before I left the house. I wish Sandra was the cheerleader team stress toy. Whenever the spot is empty, all current cheerleaders agree on a bet, and the loser becomes the stress toy until graduation. A stress toy must clean all the cheerleader uniforms and equipment, as well as help the other girls in certain ways. She would almost always be the butt of the joke, and the other girls would prank her, in often humiliating ways, whenever they felt stressed. The cheerleaders would always do their best to keep the bet a secret from the rest of the school, and if the stress toy ever quit the team, blabbed about the bet, or refused to perform her duties, the rest of the cheerleaders would try and make her life a living hell until graduation.'
"What was that, Sandra?"
"Hm-no, I- I just said hi? Did you need anything?" Sandra didn't quite know how to deal with her current situation. The previous stress toy transferred away, a rather underhanded move, and the only loophole in their bet, so a new one had to be appointed. It just so happened that she lost the bet a few days ago so she went from head cheerleader to stress toy in an instant. Since they had a stress toy, she didn't really antagonize the other cheerleaders much, but because Cindy's breasts were such easy targets, she did tease her a couple of times before. And really, mild annoyance was all one needed to make the life of a stress toy difficult.
"Nah, not really. Just seeing how you're adjusting." Cindy flashed an innocent smile, and started changing slowly. Sandra on the other hand decided to change fast to get out of there. Past few days, the other girls would slap her ass when she took her time to change, and would even trip her if she moved around to talk with them. Definitely not a lot compared to the previous stress toy, but still rather abrupt, since she was used to being the queen bee, around here.
And as soon as Sandra left, Cindy pulled out the itching powder she got on her way to school and poured it very liberally on Sandra's bra and panties, as well as her clothes. The other girls giggled a bit and thought it'd be pretty fun to see what would happen in a bit.
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'Today really was cathartic. That bitch Sandra was finally taken down a peg. Watching her squirm when she put the clothes on after the shower was already great, but since today was Friday, she also had to wash the cheerleader uniforms today. Before the washing machine was even halfway done, she took off her clothes and I even managed to get quite a few pictures of her. Most of them aren't anything great, but in two of them the look of relieve on her face whilst scratching herself, looks like she is moaning whilst masturbating furiously. I will definitely find a use for this later on. But I do think that a few more wishes are in order for her to know her place better. I'll think of a great one to make on her on Monday. Till then, she can have some respite I guess...